It finally happened: a cat threw up in my shoes. (Not my Cute Shoes; that would have resulted in wailing and gnashing of teeth, and fiery but unfulfilled threats of cat murder.) I decided not to try to save them, because they were ten-dollar sneakers, and I'd had them for three years; they had done their duty. I thanked them for their service and tossed them.
And then I bought another pair of ten-dollar sneakers.
Say, what decade is this?
Crafting? Yeah. I'm on Dishcloth Island. Marooned here with my bag of dishcloth cotton, an I-hook, and a pair of 5mm needles. It's remarkably comfortable, and they get Netflix here, so I'm all set. Don't send a rescue boat just yet.
2 comments:
I love the new shoes - and the laces are perfect!
The dishcloths are so charming. I'd almost hate to use them! Ha!
Love the sneakers and the dishcloths!
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