Oh, for fuck's sake.
You know those little rhymes and sayings your parents told you when you were small? The ones you've perhaps told your own children - the important, helpful ones like "righty-tighty, lefty-loosey" to remember how to take out a screw? This week I have been reminded (by my own grown son, no less) of the one that goes, "Leaves of three, let it be".
It's a crappy picture - It seems I'm so white I reflect. The actual POISON IVY rash is much worse, but not in the category of NEEDS MEDICAL ATTENTION. It does, however, hurt like hell.
I forsee a couple of weeks of indoor activities for me. Like:
An excellent use of an old (and very soft) cotton percale sheet with worn-out elastic if I do say so myself! I made them entirely from scratch (including drafting my own pattern) following This tutorial on Threadbanger. I also added pockets in the sides because I'm really addicted to my Palm phone and I can't even go to the coffeepot in the morning without it.
Tomorrow I attempt a tank-top to go with them.
It's a crappy picture - It seems I'm so white I reflect. The actual POISON IVY rash is much worse, but not in the category of NEEDS MEDICAL ATTENTION. It does, however, hurt like hell.
I forsee a couple of weeks of indoor activities for me. Like:
An excellent use of an old (and very soft) cotton percale sheet with worn-out elastic if I do say so myself! I made them entirely from scratch (including drafting my own pattern) following This tutorial on Threadbanger. I also added pockets in the sides because I'm really addicted to my Palm phone and I can't even go to the coffeepot in the morning without it.
Tomorrow I attempt a tank-top to go with them.