Fashion-sense is such a misnomer, it truly ought to be called "fashion-nonsense" don't you agree? I suppose the fact that it makes zillions of cents instead is suppose to make up for that shortcoming.
Earlier this week I saw a photo of some new fashion line. The title of the article said something about fashion covering it's face. Naturally, that got my attention! The photo was a blonde model wearing thick gold chains across her face in a pattern that could only make one think of Hannibal Lector's character in Silence of the Lambs. If it hadn't grossed me out I would have laughed. I mean, was the designer angry at his wife - did she nag or cook a bad meal or were an immeasurable amount of drugs involved?
My 3 yr old son is apparently taking his fashion queues from MTV gangsta-rappers (& no I don't let him watch such nonsense) but where & how he was exposed to this venue is a total mystery to me. None the less, when asked to put on jammies the other night he came out without a shirt on, a pair of baggy shorts & a Scooby Do ski - hat all catywampus on his head. My 6 yr old is also learning is own hip-hop moves also by osmosis. I'm not sure what's going on but have to admit, the kid's got talent!
In other news we are having friends over for a BBQ this evening. The only concern of mine is that they won't treasure the dust-bunnies that I've been careful to allow to develop & nurture their growth & even name like I do. OK, you caught me, I don't love the dang dust bunnies, I just don't seem to be able to stop their reproductive cycle-does anyone have dust-bunny birth control ? Is that something I go to a vet for or do I look in the cleaning aisle of the store?? Pledge you say? Got some, it, as you may have already guessed, has dust on it too. Remodeling is a dirty business let me tell you. Just how do you dust the inside guts of a wall? I mean, some of that junk is suppose to be there isn't it? Good Grief!!!! Anyway, the wife is the cutest little Philippine woman you ever saw with a heart of gold! They went boating with us one day & she was content to man the BBQ & do all the cooking most of the day! She cleans constantly & even was employed as a housekeeper for sometime. Our home is, well....decidedly NOT anything like theirs except for the love factor. I'm so nervous, but when am I not a little human-chiwawa as my husband calls me? Hubby was moving my antique radio this morning to move the salt-water aquarium into its place & ended up with a dustpan full of our little friends, this one was so large I was looking for feet & / or a tail on it!!! Martha would absolutely drop dead here!
I also had the dear man tell me this morning quite frankly, "You've got to quit worrying so much over what other people think or say! You'd be less afraid of having a gun to your head than of being in a situation where someone might say something negative about you". I pictured this scenario as he spoke & without hesitation agreed. Heck, with a gun to my head I'd probably be reasoning with the gunman & trying to protect everyone. But say something nasty to me or have there be a slight chance of someone saying something & I crumble. Now I've just let loose my Achilles' heel, promise not to fling any arrows!!!! -please?
Be Blessed Dear Readers, wishing you all fashionable BBQs without dust-bunnies!
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