WTF Didn’t expect that one: A2, my self-proclaimed tomboy, went shopping for, picked out and wore a dress, compete with girly shoes for her school concert. She never wears dresses unless under extreme duress. In fact, I was surprised to discover that she didn’t even own one that fit her any more (hence the shopping trip).
Everyone in the family was stunned by her willingness to admit being female. I didn’t even complain when she ditched her nylons after suffering them on her legs for about 5 minutes. I’ve no doubt that the scarce-worn lingerie will be transformed into a bug net, a rock strainer or some equally useful tool. Hey, Rome wasn’t built in a day.
WTF Happened to my yarn order? Last week I ordered more yarn in order to complete my sweater. The package doesn’t have to travel far, nor was there any mention from the store of it being out of stock, etc. I fear that if it doesn’t arrive soon then my fickle heart will lose all desire for this WIP. I’ll wait for now and not do anything, but if it still hasn’t arrived by the end of the week then I’ll contact the seller. This is my first time ordering from this company and I don’t wish to be rash about passing judgement on their services. In the meantime I picked up some various sock yarn left-overs and am endeavoring to improve my color-work tension. Yes, my legs are really ghostly white, this isn’t a result of over exposure.
WTF Treasure. Several days ago, while driving down a country road I passed a lone shoe. There were no houses nearby, bodies in the ditch, teething puppies or other signs of possible previous ownership. Well carpe tabernus (seize the boot)! The tires locked up and screeched as the van protested its sudden stop and reversal. My eldest was mortified when I asked her to grab this for me.
To her this is nothing more than a nasty old shoe. She doesn’t realize the possibilities. The obvious use for old shoes is planting Chicks and Hens in them. However, their potential goes much deeper. Several more serendipitous shoe finds and I’ll be able to create this fabulous walking bike.
Should unemployment arise (not an issue that I know of) then I’ll be set to practice my cobbling skills. And finally, should I need a portkey to make it to the next Quidditch World cup then this undesirable object will work splendidly. In these tough times it’s important to be thrifty and resourceful.
WTF Presumptuous: This week out of the town of Bremerton, Washington came a heart warming story of a cat who saved its elderly owner by waking her during a fire. I don’t doubt that the un-named feline woke the woman and saved her life. However, I seriously question whether or not this kitty would have stuck around to wake her up if he/she had opposable thumbs and could open a door. Cats are my most favorite animals. In fact, there’ve been few times in my life where I’ve not lived in servitude to at least one. That being said, I’d not wager on one of my devoted kitties sticking around to get my sorry arse out of a burning building if a cat door was available. I tell myself that Bonny and Tasha love me faithfully. I hope they don’t feign interest because I operate the can opener. But who knows what’s conspiring in their furry little minds.