Not a word have I heard from her since the end of the Tour De Fleece last year, but let her get the slightest hint that those cute-little-bottoms-in-tight-lycra are about to hit the pavements [ not too literally please] of France and Belgium, et voila, there she is ... on the doorstep ... expecting to be allowed some space on the couch in front of the fire.
Seriously, why do I tolerate this type of behaviour ?
Same as last year:
Not a note
Not a phonecall
Not so much as a postcard
For all I knew she was lying in a ditch somewhere
Ms Charlotte Sheridan [ who obviously has a more forgiving nature than I do ] welcomed her back with open ... ahh ... bobbins
Yes, I know I should be grateful that she's back in the fold, obviously healthy and unharmed ...
but at the very least she might have warned me about the pitfalls associated with wearing clothes that contrast with the 'fleece du jour'
which is more of my 'Big Bag O' Alpaca from the Op Shop'
4 comments:
How nice! If I had a spinning wheel and knew how to spin, I'd use Gizzy's fur to make some yarn (instead of having it sent out) right after I'd spin all the straw into gold, of course ;-)
Awesome! If you happen to see my mojo wandering around over there, could you let it know how much I miss it? I'd love to feel the fleece again. And I'm certain I have something here that is almost as nice as your alpaca...
It was Mr Jack Frost who so kindly invited her in.
My quilting mojo is slowly trying to catch up to me but it is painful.
Bed is so warn and nice with a furry hot water bottle that sleeps almost as long as I do.
She sits on my hit when she decided it is day. Round about 10 am and then has a few other machinations after I toss her off there.
After all those years of going to work in cold wet mornings I do love that do not disturb notice.
Totally imaginary of course but it still works.
Lovely. I have a spinning wheel but have no idea how to use it ;)
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