Pig 3 and I were supposed to do 2 simple things today, and we only managed to get one done. But we did do some sweet stuff on the side. Really sweet stuff. Plus, Sunday is football day, and the Milan Fashion show stuff said the Potato Sack Dress is the new Hot Pants, so this had to be done.
You know how high fashion I am. Uh huh. I use Maple Syrup as a hair styling product, a perfume, and a way to re-encourage the honeybee population. I have more strategically placed snot than even the most burned out looking Hollywood Starlet. Plus, I have an unusually high number of sassy, yet functional shoes.
The two things. Go to Sarah's, drop off a check. Go to Target, pick up stuff like toilet paper. Except on the way to Sarah's house is Field's Fabric and since I try to save trips which save gas and in turn save the world, I had to stop. Plus, they had these huge hypnotic "Holly, everything is on sale" signs.
Save trips, save gas, save money, save the world. I mean really, if RFK Jr was my husband he would have been all "you did the right thing honey." Except I would have been driving a Prius or pedaling a rickshaw to drop the check off.
I ended up spending all my time at Field's. Pig 3 and I both walked out of there with stuff for our own dream projects.
You can think of this as either the loudest table cloth ever, or the loudest potato sack dress ever. Your call. Big thanks to Jen of Zombie Prom Date Knitters for ruining my knitting budget, you're right, that fabric is beautiful and it is stupid expensive. But it's on sale!! Hopefully it will inspire me not to stink it up. Or, I'll call Kat and ask her to sew this up for me. I will not admit defeat. It says "easy-to-sew." It adds "idiot" in small print.
Here is what Pig 3 picked out for his tonsillectomy lovie blanket. Yes, he loves orange as much as I do. Go big or stay home. The surgery place said we could bring a lovie and darn it we are bringing a lovie! It's going to be all Sport Elmo, with Orange Silky, some flannel, maybe some fleece and definitely some Reiki thrown in for good measure. Oh, it's getting done up right.
Now, did we make it to Target? Hell No. Did we make it to Sarah's house? Of course. But sometimes Potato Sacks and Lovies are more important than toilet paper. Plus, didn't that no impact man give up toilet paper? Maybe we should too. Oh, the Ogre will love hearing that.