Lady In Waiting

 

I was telling the truth about not having to have anything they were selling this weekend but I went out in that mess anyway!  Not for purchasing but for perusal. 

 

I spent most of the day going from place to place just looking*, just enjoying being out and about, without agenda, without a schedule.

 

Ahhhhhh.

 

HOWever, there was one** little thing on my 'if I just happen to come across...' list that might have initiated a purchase had I found it.  As some of you know, I have a peculiar proclivity for "hairy jumpers," as can be seen here and here.  I might, on a bad hair day, surmise that no-one but me still thinks they're groovy as they're no longer to be found in the usual places.

 

I know, though, that I was really just meant to wait for it.  Wait. for. it.

Because when I walked into you know where, it happened that in just these last few days, some sweet lady had discarded her kritter ~ the reason for which I cannot fathom ~ but I have given it a new home, am thinking about naming it. 

 

You know how I know the thing was meant for me?  Just look at how it accompanies my sweater. (As if one had waited for the other for all its existence.)  That's an Izod sweater.  Izod was pretty iconic when I was a teen and prone to pining but have you seen the price of those things lately?!  I've waited.  I've waited more than 25 years and, at last, I own a gator thingy sweater...that I purchased for $1.  Add to it, the $5 flurry (admittedly, hefty hefty hefty for thrifting), my $1 jeans, my $2 boots... I came out smellin' like a ... well, like a $9 rock star.

 

But total truth be told***, none of this is what this is really about.  See, I have things to say at The Bending Tree but I'm having a remarkably difficult time finding the right words, constructing them in ways that even I can understand.  It matters to me - the balance between these short and shallows and the ones I really need to lay down.  My working at it hasn't worked, however, and so I'm waiting for it now.  He is faithful to me, always, so I'll get it when it's good. 

 

And as long as I'm waiting, I may as well tell you what I know for now.  Whether it's hip or hideous.

 

 

 

*I did do the g'babies Christmas gift thing.

**My eye is Ever-Watchful for the leather pants.

***Wouldn't be total truth without * & **.

Hello Kitty!

yes, there's a picture of a kitty!


 

I brought this sweet little sweater home like some folks would bring home, say, a stray kitty.  It was soft and cuddly and I just wanted to hold it and hug it and...

...one of my daughters told me that wearing it, however, was out of the question.

 

 

I mean, heaven forbid someone think

I'd joined this bunch of weirdos.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The easy solution - for me, anyway - was to turn that kitty inside out but it left me with an unusual problem:  exposed tags.

 

As it turns out, however, some of my odd habits ~ such as saving things that have no fore-seeable purpose, such as iron-on patches, for instance ~ have reasonable payoffs. 

Like here, for instance:



I had "before" pictures but I don't just take bad pictures.  I lose pictures.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anyhow, thank goodness!  Possible catostrophe averted!!  Nothin' but normalcy up in here!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By the way, meet my cat. 

He was a stray and

who wouldn't wanna take him home?!

And hold him and hug him...

Third's A Charm

First, it was an ashtray.

 Then, somebody turned it into a candle.

For weeks after finding it, I considered attaching this little dish

but the proportions just weren't right.

 Then I found this little saucer.

 

 Pretty sure this is what was always meant to be.

Total cost:  >$2