Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Hi, My Name is Jo and I'm a Hypocrite!
One of my pet peeves is watching someone cook, paint, or demonstrate messy activities on tv in beautiful clothes without wearing an apron. I think to myself: Katy is going to drag that sleeve right through that turquoise paint!...or....C'mon, Lidia, you don't want olive oil spots on that silk blouse!.... Oh, no! Martha is going to get her chain caught in that embossing machine and choke herself! But, it NEVER happens. They end the show as pristine looking as they started. Even their hands are clean.
Not me. As I've written before, I live in a land of gitter...and now, of stains. I've ruined my final good pair of jeans! Can we say (or spell) HYPOCRITE? I wasn't wearing an apron. The minute I caught my hot glue gun in midair and gave myself a nasty burn on my left middle finger, my first thought was to my jeans. I saw the glitter glue arc in front of me and land in my lap. Didn't burn me there, thank God, but I knew that was going to leave a mark. Then, my finger began to hurt. I haven't been able to use my hand for two days. I have never had such a deep blister that hurt so bad! But, my jeans! My beautiful jeans are ruined!
Why wasn't I wearing an apron? Well, I craft off and on all day. If I want to be protected I'd have to wear the ugly thing all day. I got it at The DownEast Outfitters in West Valley. It is a horrific yellow and it has the name Rosalinda embroidered on it. That's why I bought it. It's ok to stain the thing. If it was pretty I would like it better but wouldn't wear it because I would ruin it. There is just no winning...unless you are the proud mother of the above baby who is wearing a wig to protect his wee head. Isn't he?