Why is it that when I sit down to quilt something always happens? I can't find my thread; Can't find my foot, can't find the instructions: the phone rings or I left my flippin soda somewhere not next to my machine. Why is it that when I go into a store with only a few items to purchase I end up filling the cart with 15 or more things. Why is it that I now own 8 pairs: Yup!! 8 pairs of different shaped scissors that just cut threads. Yup! they just cut: snip! snip! The scary part is I wouldn't part with one of them. How is it possible that technology creeped into scissors and threads. Why is it that for 50+ years I would never ever have given myself a haircut. However, for the past 8 months I've been snippin' my own hair, waiting and praying for it to grow. No one tells you that your hair doesn't grow back even and you have to keep trimming it waiting for the rest of it to catch up. I miss my mohawk. Yet I have really missed paying $35 for a haircut over these past 3 1/2 years. Still have the same 2 bottles of shampoo I started w/ before the fun and games began Ummm: $35 for 20 minutes. That makes $105/ hour x 8 hours = $840 per day. Good Night Irene!!!! I'm in the wrong business. Maybe some hair dresser would like to go in with me and have a quilt shop next to a salon. Fondle the fabric and pamper your hair. Maybe its a plot that we don't have any.
Lizzie is now too big for a small dog condo. Great genes and Purina.
butterflies everywhere. Heading south for winter. Take me!!! the teacher said.
Cali wanting to know why I'm not catching butterflies
take me still 138 days and still counting
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