Barbara Stanbro

Me on Monday


Just now I took this selfie:


Yes, I'm hopelessly slug-like today. I had to leave the house early to get my annual physical, which included a fasting blood draw. I don't know if it's the lack of coffee or the vial of blood I gave up, but I am dragging. I ran a few errands after my doctor's appointment, including getting some new shoes at the New Balance store. This required me to walk through all the shops in this outdoor mall where I discovered I know nothing whatsoever about modern fashion. I don't think I even recognized a single store name until I got to the New Balance store. The "Cat's Crepes" restaurant cart making crepes right in front of me looked promising, however.
I passed shops with names like Yoohoolulu (or something like that), and Urban Bourbon (again, don't quote me). When I saw the Yoohoolulu store, I actually walked inside. They appear to sell nothing but leggings. "Are you looking for some new pants?" the store employee asked brightly.
"I was just walking by," I said weakly, since I didn't see anything that would remotely qualify as "pants". It could be that I'm just traumatized by the realization that the fashion world passed by me so swiftly that I didn't even see it when it happened...although I do recall a slight breeze.
Anyway, what's a woman to do when her daytime companions look like this?


Might as well go take up my own space on the couch because it's clear that the day is a total loss.

And I'm still basting that blasted cat quilt. Honestly, what is there to live for?

On a brighter note, in between moving my quilt to the next section yesterday, I realized that I could make a space on my table to sandwich the Aspen Tree quilt. At least I'm not held prisoner by Psycatdelic. I could do some real sewing if I want to.

Okay...onward. It's time. Pin It
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