Dirty Linen

The dude and I left the house this weekend and went to a birthday party for Sissy's friend, Marebear. She had given me this apron a while back to stitch up for her. I thought I couldn't get to it in time, but then I just sat down and did it. When I studied the apron carefully, I realized it was linen. I know what to do with linen!

The dude helped with the layout of the daisies. That's why there are so many. Lots of miscommunication. "Here?" "Yeah, two there." {stitches two daisies} "I kind of meant more over there." Until we ended up with what you see here.

So anyway, I've been thinking about opening a little shop with "dirty linens." Now I just have to come up with some sayings for bed sheets, pillows, kitchen towels, etc. Of course, when I suggested this at the party Sissy and Marebare told me not to worry about that end of the business--they have it covered.

I tucked a little something inside the box with the apron:

I was at Wegman's in the international food aisle, looking for some "tastes of home" to stick in the dude's Christmas stocking. Suddenly, I found myself in Jamaica where "Cock flavoured soup mix" was on offer. There are so many reasons to giggle over that. Fortunately, everyone did. Even though we were among the youngest people at the party, the dude and I were the only ones who didn't look at our handhelds even once during the party. We're just so unimportant. But frankly, far more interesting.