Blasted from the Past....ed?
I wanted inspiration, so I clicked randomly at my archive and fell plop in-the-middle of:
July Jollies
I learned so much from this single digital squirt from the erect phalanxes of my past that I wonder if my blog could answer ALL my questions about me.
All my jeans are wearing out..
I keep THINKING of going shopping to replace them.
I keep wondering, "How old are these ANYWAYS?"
because I honestly can't remember how long I've had my pants.
I have the buying habits of a hermit who only comes down from the mountain once a year to resupply.
Well, every... year and a half, that is... according to my own account.
I'm still wearing the same exact jeans bought that day and my toy collection is still a popular investment of my free time.
What does it all MEAN?
Wait, don't tell me.
Seriously. Don't.
I don't want to know.
In other views:
I'm looking down the barrel of a pile of sewing.
Running a few quick projects through my machine before The Big Day when I actually being actually working on the actual dress I've been mulling for a grueling two months.
.. the dress that needs done in less than a month.
I have the last week of February off work to make it before 11 days in San Fransisco.
Thinking of how to pack for 11 days of special occasions.
-Mr. Mittens T-Shirt
-Last 2 surviving pair of worn out jeans
-Fancy bridesmaid dress
-Lobster-covered bachelorette party-dress
-Socks?
That is probably all that can fit in my luggage.
Hope everyone likes me in fancy dresses or lobster dresses or me in ratty jeans and t-shirt.
My picture will often be taken with hip people doing hip things in hip places... and there I will be.
Lowering the cool curve for everyone.
YOU'RE WELCOME!
What was I talking about?
July Jollies
I learned so much from this single digital squirt from the erect phalanxes of my past that I wonder if my blog could answer ALL my questions about me.
All my jeans are wearing out..
I keep THINKING of going shopping to replace them.
I keep wondering, "How old are these ANYWAYS?"
because I honestly can't remember how long I've had my pants.
I have the buying habits of a hermit who only comes down from the mountain once a year to resupply.
Well, every... year and a half, that is... according to my own account.
I'm still wearing the same exact jeans bought that day and my toy collection is still a popular investment of my free time.
What does it all MEAN?
Wait, don't tell me.
Seriously. Don't.
I don't want to know.
In other views:
I'm looking down the barrel of a pile of sewing.
Running a few quick projects through my machine before The Big Day when I actually being actually working on the actual dress I've been mulling for a grueling two months.
.. the dress that needs done in less than a month.
I have the last week of February off work to make it before 11 days in San Fransisco.
Thinking of how to pack for 11 days of special occasions.
-Mr. Mittens T-Shirt
-Last 2 surviving pair of worn out jeans
-Fancy bridesmaid dress
-Lobster-covered bachelorette party-dress
-Socks?
That is probably all that can fit in my luggage.
Hope everyone likes me in fancy dresses or lobster dresses or me in ratty jeans and t-shirt.
My picture will often be taken with hip people doing hip things in hip places... and there I will be.
Lowering the cool curve for everyone.
YOU'RE WELCOME!
What was I talking about?