Giggle, giggle

Giggle, giggle, giggle......

Hee, hee, hee......

Giggle, giggle, giggle......

Snorting out loud laughing.....


After reading anonymous N's comment about my new toys, I couldn't stop laughing at the mental picture I got stuck in my head.  Heck, I'm still laughing so I thought I'd share the mental picture with everyone.  Just to let you see I'm not as stressed as I was before.  Life shows me the humor almost as often as it gives me stress. 


I had been wondering what I would knit as my first project on my knitting machine.  Now I know.  It will be colorful socks to go with my colorful bras when they are finished.  Her suggestion and I love it!

So here's the mental picture me.......

I have on bright red undies made from leftover t shirt fabric and there's handwritten words on the seat area.  The words are "O crap" scrawled with a permanent marker.  I have on a bra made of bright and wild cat fabric. 

My slacks are purple and baggy, in need of serious alterations.  About 3 sizes too big, also tall sized instead of petite like I am.  My shirt is a lemon colored T that I got from the fair.  I always manage to get my new shirt wardrobe at the fair every year from free give aways.  My T is a bit too small because the free give away was out of the larger sizes.  It hugs my chest that's suffering from the dreaded furniture disease.  You know.... the disease where my chest is falling into my drawers.

I have on an apron I made from an old stained white hand towel.  It has a wild blue fabric tie string. 

 My long hair is in a bun on top of my head with a nail stuck through to hold it there.   My glasses rest on my forehead like a nutty professor.

On my feet are my fuzzy orange flip flops and I'm wearing some newly knitted socks.  One sock is a pink and mustard yellow striped made of wool yarn.  On the other foot has an orange with green diamonds sock made from acrylic yarn. 

I'm walking along the pathways I've made for myself in my hoarder house, dodging spiders and mice, looking for the items I need for my current crafting idea.

Now do you see why I'm giggling out loud?  What a mental picture you gave me N.  Good thing I don't care what colors are on my body.  Color is only important to me in my quilts.  Enjoying life is soooo much more important than worrying about what covers my body or how disorderly the house becomes. 

Thank you N for a good laugh at myself.