Because Pappy asked......The dress is made from used coffee filters that we saved all year, and used tea bags! Hence recycled!!! There are some silk bits and a bit of polyester holding the whole thing together.......
When the actual fashion show pics arrive everyone will know cause I love to BRAG!!!!!
The dictactor just reminded me that I should thank someone who gave his life for me to finish this year and did not survive to see us win the prize. He passed away quietly last Friday morning. The coffee maker. Every morning he made me another filter and towards then end he was making several a day. He never complained. He quietly stood in the corner doing his job. It was a quick death - he just upped and spit coffee all over the counter last week. The dictator prompty put him in coffee maker heaven. He was replaced within hours...
Well not really from home. From the backyard. And I got scared real quick so I ran to the front door.
Mommy and Daddy are trying to make me pee in the backyard and I really really really hate it. It is too small and smells like Birdie's pee. I would rather poop on the new white carpet in the living room. Mommy and Daddy have been forcibly taking me outside and sitting there with me for 1/2 an hour!!! Waiting for me to pee or something. It is horrible. I just sit in the flowerbeds and shake. I won't even succumb to bribery when Mommy offers treats. They've tried everything and I don't care I will not pee back there.
Yesterday morning Daddy tried taking me outside while Mommy was still in bed. Mommy told him if he lets me through the back gate I'll go pee. Well I was so terrified of Daddy yelling at me when he opened up the back gate I took off!!!! When I realized I just wanted Mommy I tried going to the front door but no one was there to open it. When I went back to the back gate Daddy had gone inside with Birdie and closed all the doors. I was outside forever and had no where to go. I missed baboon, I had no crunch crunch. I thought I was going to DIE.
Finally after forever I heard Mommy calling at the back gate and came running. I was so glad to see her.
Apparently when I took off Daddy went back upstairs to bed where Mommy was. Mommy waited a bit and didn't here me coming so she asked Daddy where I was. He said I was outside somewhere. When Mommy finally realized he wasn't lying she freaked out and came running downstairs. It took awhile for me to hear her though..... So scary. I won't run away again.
Yes yes. I am a professional who is often paid to wash famous people's clothes.
You would think this would lead to having exceptionally clean and well kept laundry of my own. You would think my boyfriend would be treated to pressed shirts and wool sweaters that have never been shrunk.
Oh but you would be wrong........
I don't check pockets. I barely separate colors. The label says 'dryclean only '- I say 'heck throw it in it will be fine'. I washed the Dictator's cell phone. And wallet.
Dictator was NOT impressed. You know what is impressive though. It was his work clothes so I had it on 'heavy duty' wash, extra hot water, there was only 2 minutes left in the cycle AND THE CELL PHONE STILL WORKS.
Not sure what to blog about. I'm just sitting here with cramps. waiting for them to ease up a bit before i go to work.
Angie has moved out, my sister came to visit, Penny is in Winnipeg. It appears as if fall is here - if only because Minou's favourite ice cream shop looks closed until next summer.
I am going for physio again tonight. Maybe this week I'll tell her about my sore shoulder too. (She is going to start to wonder about me pretty quickly.) Not much else new on that front. My hip still is sore although it doesn't feel as bad the past two days.
We don't have any groceries - I bet that is exciting news!. The girls are out of food too! I'll have to take care of this all later today.
Gosh I really don't have anything to say.
I guess the big news is a finished the job I didn't like yesterday. Yay! Now I am working at the Artsclub designing His Greatness and I am stitching on another show for Nancy on the side. (Or Vice versa)
The wearable arts fashion show is in 2 weeks - am I allowed to get a new dress to wear??? I'm kinda broke.
This post is so boring I keep doing other things so maybe I'll take that as a sign and officially stop! hope I didn't put you all to sleep - I put birdie to sleep with my bubbling personality well over an hour ago.