"I have NOTHING to wear! NOTHING fits! YOU HAVE TO TAKE ME SHOPPING!"
Um, yeah. Taking a snotty nearly eleven-year-old to the mall is not on my agenda. Nor does it fit in our uber tight budget. Thankfully I deposited her at a friend's house shortly thereafter.
Next I thought I might go to Target to look for inexpensive t-shirts. I had freezer paper stencils on my mind. But no. Little pitched a fit and we stayed home.
Instead we spent the WHOLE DAY watching the Disney Channel. And yes, I know I'm the mother. But I was simply not in the mood to be out and about with snotty #2 (sister to snotty #1) and I gave in to the dagnamit television (which I really ought to smash and be done with).
Then Mr. Peculiar called. A rock hit the rear windshield in his truck shattering it into a thousand little pieces. The best part? Not covered by our insurance. Yippee!
Mr. Peculiar and the Boy were out thrifting -- buying tons and tons of vintage clothing which they are
going to sell going to deposit in my ever shrinking living room. On the upside I soon might be a participant in the show Hoarders.
This male thrifting would be all well and good if they actually moved some of their merchandise. But they do not. That part is hard. Poor poor boys. They'd best get their hides in gear, however, as we can't eat vintage clothing (though it might keep us warm once the electricity is shut off).
On top of that my head hurts, my house is a total disaster and I have no idea what's for dinner.
But rather than, say, clean or cook or paw through the cupboards for crumbs I decided to applique.
I dug up some tees from an old project. Three of four of them were, *gasp*, boy shirts. Which are, you know, totally and completely uncool. Nonetheless I attempted to gussy them up and make them girl worthy.
If I get extra lucky I'll keep the I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR monster at bay. The shirts will be an early birthday present for Middle (aka Snotty #1). She doesn't know how lucky she is.
And I suppose I could say the same for myself. I'm telling you Duckie, you're really quite lucky. Some people are much more. Oh muchly much more unlucky than you.
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- The monster has been appeased, at least temporarily.
- It was the back passenger window which was shattered, not the back windshield, which is still expensive but not nearly so.
- We will be having eggs on toast for dinner with left over goat cheese from last night's meal -- frugal frugal. (I voted for popcorn, nutella and wine. I was voted down)
- I've got a pot of coffee brewing which will, hopefully, help with the ache in my head.
- I'm taking comfort in the thought that money is fiction. To extrapolate the absence of money is also fiction.
- The boys have promised, I mean really promised, that they'll sell some of these superfluous clothes. Expect to see them in the shop soon.