I find you again at this blog on a late Friday/ early Saturday. I am lacking sleep and may say things in strange ways. So first, a couple of notes on what I've been doing.
I made this dress, mostly to show off at the trivia night I went to with the two other Little Pigs!:
It's not very well made. So I guess I'll have to take it apart and re-make it.
About the Trivia Night, it was excellent and some great moments were a reunion of old friends, making new ones, creating a masterpiece of doodles and friendship on the makeshift paper tablecloth and guessing when the Beatles broke up correctly.
Aside: Do I hear outrage? I ask only one question to counter your outrage. Why would you bother to remember end of the best band in this corner the galaxy? In my mind, they never broke up and went on to make merry music for the rest of their long (some short) lives. Indulge my fantasy.
I wore this in the day, and I think I was channeling a very secretary meets rockability meets Me:
These shoes are the cutest shoes in the universe, but this one's bite is worse than its bark, as after wearing them today for the first time in a long time, I was rewarded with blisters the size of rocks on the balls of my feet. I walked home in the rain with bare feet and tender balls. (See what I did there) I was also limping. And muttering. Gravel got caught in my tender regions (And again)
I probably looked like a crazy lady wandering the moors.
Highlights of today, loving Melodee more because she made such an effort to make a beautiful artwork about me. I give her permission to show you this happiness of mine even if I didn't quite like my face in it...
I may not have shown my love for her love as much as I should have, but I'd like to think she felt it in my hugs and my quiet smiles.
Happy Four Months (and More) of knowing the Best of the Best.
If that wasn't clear- it's you Melodee and Morgan.
And Happy Lifetime of being the Best of Friends.
And if that wasn't clear, that's you Morgan and Melodee.
With much love in my heart and joy in my life, I bid you goodnight or rather good morning.
Over and Out,
This Little Pig.
P.s. Spring cleaning will happen tomorrow. This excites the pants off of me.
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