Before sitting down to sew I make sure I am bathed, perfumed, lipsticked and dressed in smart clean clothes, complete with high heels and fresh frilly apron. I am ready to jump up at a moment's notice should my husband return unexpectedly for some afternoon romance (or the Purolator guy or whoever).
This is, of course, someone else's life. I don't even own a sewing machine. I hang out in a ratty bathrobe, hair uncombed, coffee nearby whiling away my day on the internet until 5pm when I substitute a cocktail and throw on some sweats.
I have a couple life rules:
ReplyDelete1. If a greeting card makes me laugh out loud, I buy it. (Not many do.)
2. If a blog post makes me lol, I leave a comment. (Not many do.)
So---thanks for this! I found your blog by leapfrogging from blogrolls, so I can't remember how I got here, but this made me laugh because
1. I used to work freelance, until recently, and spent my days in pjs, and
2. Now I do activities with people with dementia and I *do* use a sewing machine, but truly, I wonder if the people I work with would even notice if I wore pjs to work. (Some might, in fact... but if they were fun ones, they might like them!)
Anyway, thanks for the laugh, and I'm enjoying your posts, except the Laika one---no matter how cute or interesting Laika stuff is, I always feel such pain thinking of that poor dog, and all the other animals that got shot into space.
Thanks for the comment. Good to know that someone out there reads this stuff.
ReplyDeleteWell I always wanted to be like you, now I know in some ways I AM! (robe not too ratty and switch to wine, otherwise twins) Long time reader, Lydia xxx
ReplyDeleteLove to hear from you again Lydia. But seriously, you don't want to be like me.
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