food, crochet, merriment
I was going to write a post telling the whole truth and nothing but the truth about my silly little garden and all of it’s woes and calamities. But to be honest–I’m just so happy to have these pretty little Sun Sugar tomatoes fresh from…well…what’s left of my garden, that I haven’t got a whiney thought left in me.
Instead, I have a whole bucket full of goodness to gobble up and it’s a scrumptious distraction.
I’ll tell you about the other stuff…later.
If I remember.
The other day, as I was taking pictures of the project you see here–I thought to myself, my goodness those colors are pretty. Now, I’m well aware that there are more popular colors around these days–my daughter tells me that yellow and grey are all the thing. OoooKkkk.
Apparently I have a deep seeded need to utterly rebel.
I never really thought I was that type of person, but the evidence is right there in front of me…everywhere.
When we bought water bottles, April chose the very modern orange and lime green…
I chose pink and purple.
My sister made me a lovely purple-blue scarf and my daughter made me a bright pink one…so this one’s not my fault, they were gifts. But the pink and purple gypsy scarf in the back–yeah, I bought that. Don’t worry, I’m not belly dancing or anything–it was just pretty.
I have a crafty idea that needed a couple of swim noodles so when I found them at Walmart, is it my fault they were purple and pink? Hmmmm?
One of the soft, squishy blankets on the end of my bed is just the right shades of purple and pink, pink and purple.
I never knew they made duct tape in bright pink, so naturally when I saw it, I had to…you know…buy it. Again, not my fault. I was overwhelmed.
Picture frame from my cute daughter…pink…
business cards…purple.
April wouldn’t let me put pink on there too. She said that the purple was “quite enough.”
Hmph.
When I was a little girl I told my mom that pink belonged to me…that I owned it. My mom said, “Wellll, ok.”
What I didn’t tell her at the time, was that…
purple’s mine too.
Did you know that wearing glasses can actually make you much, much smarter than you were just minutes before you put them on? Well, I didn’t know that either. But Miss Chompy Doodle tells me that it’s so.
She says that she needs my silly little reading glasses so that she can be smart and most especially so that she can read.
They must be magic.
I know it’s true because before she put them on, she couldn’t read a word. And now, just look. She’s nearly finished Magnificent Obsession.
Who needs preschool when you have magic glasses?
Heh, heh.
“A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.”
~ George Bernard Shaw
