I’m home off work, sick, with a scrip for antibiotics and no motivation to do anything that can’t be worked on from my bed.
Wednesday was fun, saw my friends’ band, had some fun that provided fodder for a few fun quotes:
- “Wow, gives a new meaning to getting into someone’s pants backstage!” (I had to repair someone’s pants)
- “How many people randomly keep sewing boxes in their cars just in case someone’s pants blow out on stage?”
- “Here you are, sewing someone’s pants, you baked me cookies, and say you’re not traditional?” (Then I reminded him about the kind of stuff I usually sew and he realized I had a point. I’m not *that* traditional!)
To be honest, I’ve lost track of how many small mending emergencies pop up with my friends in bands, and NO ONE ever knows how to sew on a button, much less quickly patch up a torn seam!
I also made the doctor scratch his head today. Not often people work on beaded dresses while waiting to see him. Most people read magazines. I sew beads, he’s quite used to me bringing in some random hand-sewing project. He asked me what I was making this time, and I explained my concept of a frozen Titanic victim for Halloween. When he told me I also needed Allegra-D and that the pharmacy would have me sign for it and jokingly said “You don’t make any weird things in your basement do you?” I started laughing, then he said “I mean weird things like meth, not artwork. I know better about your artwork!”
And Monday… the lady who checked the gas meter thought she stepped into her own little shop of horrors. Bad enough she’s scared of dogs and heard my three barking. Then she goes downstairs, sees the Narnia dress in all its glory, then a bunch of freaky dolls in various stages of construction, and then she stops in her tracks.
“M’am,” she says, “is that a coffin?”
I reassured her it was my tanning bed and she stepped with caution, not sure of what other horrors she’d encounter and then high-tailed it out of there. I’m sure she was sitting in her truck a while, catching her breath and scratching her head wondering just WHAT the hell was going on in my house!
I also have new neighbors moving in 2 houses down and have been asked to PLEASE wait a few weeks before I decide to dye stuff red to make it look bloody and proceed to hang it on the clothesline…break ‘em in slowly and all.
