Well, at least this girl does. The day got off to an interesting start when my power went out before sunrise. Here I was, just typing merrily away, then flash! and some audible electronic coughing, and suddenly it was darker than the inside of a hat. I got dressed by cell phone’s early light, grabbed the book I’ve been reading, and headed over to Ol’ South for breakfast.
Minced ham scramble, hash browns, English muffin, and apple juice, just in case you were wondering.
I think I want to continue working on my studio today. I made a lot of progress last weekend, and I have a couple of quick sewing projects that I would like to get out of the way, for which I need the use of my sewing machine. [Interweave Press publishes a number of interesting magazines. My current favorite is Cloth/Paper/Scissors’ quarterly Studios editions; I get a lot of ideas on organization, and a lot of inspiration, from those magazines. I may curl up on the couch with my back issues for a quick browse-through before I go back into my studio.]
I am also in the mood to bead. This may be the weekend that I make a necklace for my incoming Jessica. I also need to think up a permanent name for her; Jessica is the name of her mold or sculpt, and it’s a useful shorthand in the doll community to say that I am waiting for my Cuprit and my Jessica and that I have a Beyla on layaway and am saving for HoHo/Arie and contemplating a Bonnie Hopezs and a PukiFee Ante. All of them names that would have meant nothing to me six months ago.
Funny, funny thing happened last night at the doll meet at the coffeehouse. My new friend’s hubby was commenting on the commercial playing on the TV in a corner of the room, that it was for Christian power ballads [Onward, Christian Soldiers? Called to Serve?], most of which he had sung at one time or another. And then he said, “I guess that’s what I get for watching the Boise State game.”
To which I replied, “Hey, I went to Boise State.”
And then she said, “We had a friend who went there and got mixed up with a fundamentalist bunch and came back looking like a Mormon.”
I grinned and said, “Yeah, I’m one of those, too.”
Faux-pas, party of two!
I was amused, not offended. Though I thought I was the reigning queen of Foot-in-Mouth Land.
OK, time to go do something and not just sit here adding items to the list.
About Me
- Lynn
- Eleven years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Retired, and mostly enjoying it. Still knitting. [Zen]tangling.again after a brief hiatus.
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One of my friends from work and I had a similar exchange. She left looking like she might think things through a little bit more before letting it all out and I left laughing.
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