Hi...thanks for stopping by. I'm a housewife living out in the countryside.
I think life is a hoot...
I've always meant to keep a diary. I've tried. Again and again. There are books all over this house with the first two pages done. I've used spiral notebooks, chunky tablets, composition books and now and then an actual diary.
Never finished a one of 'em.
Now I've got a pc (insert evil grin)...
Dear Diary,
If I knew someone who could sew well and wanted to make big bucks, I'd tell 'em to go to Hollywood, toot sweet. Because, apparently, In Tinsel Town, they will buy absolutely anything. . . They got wads of cash hangin' from their pores and they go shopping looking like soup kitchen regulars only to get excited about clothing that frankly, hurts my eyes. When I look at the dresses, touted to be by "famous designers" I am convinced that massive quantities of drugs were surely on the menu sometime during the design period. Nothing else can explain the ideas for clothes that make me wanna throw up.
I suppose its too difficult for some of them, to see how clothes and accessories are supposed to well, maybe match somewhat. I'm aware that shock value is high on the list of the young, but from the looks of it, it doesn't really seem to matter to anyone if the public sees them in mini-skirts made of snakeskin with a bra top and fishnet tights. Oh, and of course, a feather boa. Cripes, gimme a break people! Buy some tailored suits, crisp white blouses, soft cardigan sweaters and decent shoes! Oh, and while I'm ranting, do your hair! for cryin' out loud! Good grief, if I see one more starlet with that "just from the shower" sticking out all over, crappy do ...
Okay,I'm done.
I've got a dirty oven calling me...