I think I’m about 2-3 weeks off from having the crafty room ready to go. Not that I’m counting or anything….much!
I have been knitting mainly, no sewing, I’m itching to sew. The Son and I went to the craft fair, picked up some booty from the Patchwork on Central Park stall. There were some great fabric stalls, but overall, same old stuff as last year and a little disappointing. Great review of the fair over at One Hour Craft. Son’s first experience and she handled it well. I put her onto the task of spotting knitted garments out of Feathers and other such gorgeous yarns (YES, I’m a yarn snob).
So…since I don’t really have anything crafty to share I’ll share another embarrassing story, it’s been a while since I’ve shared any quality stories with you all, last one was here.
OK. I’d been feeling unwell and tired. Yesterday The Son and I got home about 7.45pm. I needed to go to the toilet. I had gum in my mouth and as I was sitting on the throne I pulled off some toilet paper and put the gum in it. I don’t know what I was thinking, or not thinking. Finished my business pulled up my tracky pants and sauntered up the hall. As I was sitting there eating my dinner I’m thinking, that’s odd, I have a strange cool feeling in my bottom area, sort of like a cold menthol feeling. Nothing registers but I’m sitting there getting more and more curious and a little concerned and I don’t say anything. I finish dinner and go to the toilet to see what’s happening. As I try to pull the trackies down they stick to my bum, people, I must have been tired, I STILL don’t register that I have a wad of gum in my butt. The first thought that pops into my head is that someone broke into the house and put glue in my pants! YES, that is the thought, they didn’t steal anything, they broke in and put glue in my pants. I get the pants down and then realise my cheeks are stuck together…..with gum. At this point it registers and I am laughing, crying. I manage to make my way into the living room and show The Son. Who loses it, laughing and crying in hysterics. I say, can you please help me. So she spends the next 15 mins or so picking gum out of my butt….yes, very sexy. Yes, it hurt, especially where hair was involved.
Ummm, sorry no, no photos, I was asked by someone who’ll remain annonymous if I took photos. Don’t think it didn’t cross my mind…
Any of you guys got a story to match or beat that stupidity?! There’ll be a prize in it for the one I think’s the funniest.
The photo above, a slight distraction from the gum and me playing with a little depth of field photography (thanks Miss Kate for the link)….taken at night but no flash, hence the photo has a little too much noise.
This picture is my giant apple container, it’s about 30cm tall and very cool. I saw it and had a complete irrational have to have it moment. Isn’t it beautiful.