I am old on the inside March 6, 2008
I can’t wait to get old and retire. Well, I guess I can wait, but I already have plans. I will get an old lady helmet hair perm, and enjoy my weekly gossip filled salon visits. i will yank my pants up too high (I’m guessing they will be corduroy) and act like I don’t see anyone else as i bump my cart into everyone when I am shopping at the grocery store. I will barely be able to peer over my steering wheel and if I bother to parallel park (as I will actively seek pull-through parking lot spaces* whenever possible) I will bump off of both surrounding cars every time. I will go directly to the window at the post office despite the giant line because hey - I’m old. i don’t have time to wait and no one will get mad at me because I am old. And even though I could take a minute to figure out what is going on, I will just act confused and get my problem solved right away (at least that is what I guess they are thinking when that happens EVERY time I am at the post office). I will probably die surrounded by weird collections of something that I couldn’t bear to throw out - like yogurt containers or wine corks (I have a dangerously sizeable collection of these already). I will be surrounded by a million cats. I don’t have a cat, but I love them. I am saving it up for future crazy-cat-ladyhood.
In the mean time i figure it is that crazy little old lady inside me that thinks things like these are the most wonderful things ever.
They are crocheted Chair cushions!! Aren’t they fantastic? I am guessing from the questionable “uh-huh” response all my friends give me when I ask them that question that it might be my inner granny that is irrationally captivated by these things. They are pretty much the entire reason I bought a whole Japanese Craft book. did you notice that the first one is ALL little poofy flowers?! I already have a recipient for one of these fantastic cushions:
My desk chair. It will look great with a square cushion, don’t you think?
* In my family these parking spaces are called “Aunt Carmella Parking spaces.” my great Aunt Carmella was the designated transporter of all of my great aunts and she would only park in parking spaces that she could pull through. The only thing she ever backed out of was her driveway.
I LOVE the the flowers! How different are Japanese crochet/knitting instructions? Charts?
Ummmmmmmm… it might be a granny thing.
my inner granny says “amen, i feel you sister.”
am i white or what??? :o)
can’t wait to see the crocheted seat cover(s)!!!
they both look soooo purdy. ek.
A couple of minutes ago I just ran across a post on DIY about what to with old wine corks. Isn’t it funny how you never hear about or think about something and, after noticing it, that is all you hear about for days?
Now, all you need is a poem called WARNING that says you\’ll wear purple and wear a red hat, carry a cane. You might want to think before you get too into being old. RETIRED is good but OLD, not real sure about that.
When I am an old lady, I will weed my garden in my nightgown. I\\\’ll drink tea in the afternoons and write (HANDwrite) letters to friends and family. I will do lots of knitting and spinning and there won\\\’t be a rush about anything I do. I will say whatever I want and people will chalk it up to senility! It will be so freeing.
I think they look great. And how could that chair NOT be improved with a little fibre art?
I must be a granny too, because I think those chairs look lovely! Definitely something to put on my list.
I am planning a blue rinse, and maybe bowls. And I will never get my money out until I am told the cost of my groceries - then I will act surprised that I have to pay.
(I secretly love that flower cushion, too. Shhhhh, don’t tell anyone)