Although a picture is supposed to be worth a thousand words, I'm not gonna press my luck. I've got three pix for y'all!

don't comment on that color brown in the green grass, I know what else is like that

First, this is for Bot-Gurl. You want it, bay-be? You got it! The shoes that almost crippled me yesterday. (Thanks be to Imelda, my feet still work.)

And why? (WHY?!) I am not a slave to fashions. I follow no trends (nor make any, I'm certain). So what prompted me to stick my larger-than-these-shoes feet into those small-than-my-feet shoes? Cute. There is a cute factor that not even mean ol' me can withstand.

see the cute?

And you wanna know what makes this comic gold? The fact that I did not throw out the shoes when I got home. I did not kick them off my "barking dogs" and out of my life forever. No. I put them back into the closet knowing that in 3-4 months I will go through this all again. Because of cute. [sigh]

Mr. Dangly DNA

In other, not so obsesive news, do you know what that pile of bits is? (That pile there... on the left.) The pile of orange and cream bits? If you guessed a Mr. Dangly clone, that grab yourself a gold star and stick it on your forehead- you're right! (If you guessed socks, a sweater, or any of my current WIPs, UFOs, or planned projects - silly rabbit. The corner and dunce cap for you! Or is it the "naughty spot" now?)

Yep, I stared on a Mr. Dangly of my own. I'm thinking about knittin' up a Bubby as well. But I may have to get me some minions. (Just don't tell Vannakin.)

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