I am in BIG trouble. The biggest trouble EVER.SHE has been away all morning and I have been painting with my oils.
I am not allowed, under ANY circumstances to EVER paint with oils in my "good" clothes. I am not sure, but I have my suspisicions that THAT rule would also apply to HER "good" clothes.
You'd have to know me, but when I am working, I tend to get carried away...I forget about things like dripping paint, spatters on walls and what I might be wearing. It is an illness.
WELL, I started painting, hours went by, and wasn't I having a grand time? I happened to look down at my legs and realized that I had been wiping my brush on my thighs. Such pretty colours.
AHHHHH!
I WAS WEARING HER GOOD JEANS.
I WAS WEARING HER GOOD JEANS.
SHE ONLY HAS ONE PAIR.
SHE HAS A 36 INCH INSEAM.
IT IS HARDER TO FIND JEANS WITH LEGS THAT LONG THAN IT IS TO FIND A CANNIBAL AT THE CIRCUS.
(Clowns taste funny).
(Clowns taste funny).
I am writing this as the long, long, long-legged jeans soak in the sink. I have scrubbed and rubbed and used all of the soap. I have to have them washed AND dried by the time she comes back.
If you don't hear from me by Tuesday, I didn't make it.
If you don't hear from me by Tuesday, I didn't make it.
Until then......fare thee well, fine friends. Farewell.
Photo: "Poppy Was a Fisherman, The Finest Man in Town"
Oil on Canvas (perhaps the last) by Cara Kansala
5 comments:
Spirits and/or turpentine should work.
Of course, then SHE'll have haunted, smelly jeans, but some really strong soap should take care of *that*.
At first, I wondered how come you didn't notice you had on jeans which were far too long for you. But then, I thought, they were probably turned up.
Good luck and you know that your true friends will forgive you almost everything. I did say almost!
Were I HER, and those MY only jeans...oh boy! I hope SHE is more understanding than ME...good luck :)
I just want to say that I would give you a wee little pinch, then forgive you COMPLETELY!
Please don't go away.... I love your blog. Forget the jeans and wear a butchers apron instead, attach a handy towel somewhere. Aha, and when the apron is all smudged and messy, turn it into wearable art and sell it at an astronomical price, then get a tailor to make HER a new pair of jeans.
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