I don't know what the deal is, but for the past couple of nights, I've had some messed up dreams that have included badminton (I blame that pain reliever commercial I keep seeing), losing my purse/costumes, driving our '67 Comet (which IRL doesn't quite run and has no brakes), picking wild flowers, zombies/ghosts, and staying in a hotel.
Oh, and I had a dream about dancing in a huge hall that was in the back of a Target and filled with emo kids and bobby-soxers. I was feeling bad that I was dressed so crappy in jeans and a t-shirt when suddenly, I was wearing my salmon 1780s gown. I thought to myself, "This can't be possible. I'll ask DH if I'm really wearing this or just imagining it when he comes back from the bathroom."
LOL, I love the little bits of logic that infiltrate the crazy dreams.
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I have been sewing. Sewing, going to events, gardening: that is my life. I need to post some gardening pics, but I want really impressive "after" pics and some stuff's still looking sparse.
The latest event pics can be seen
on my Photostream, but I've only uploaded two from Vincennes because I'm nearly out of room without paying for an account. The two I uploaded are great though! Here's the backstory:
We were standing behind the men during morning colors while they went through weapon checks and blah, blah, blah. I pointed out to one of the girls (E) where there was an ice cream shop not far away. S perks up and says, "Ice cream? Let's go!" We all look nervously around because we're facing the public and colors isn't over yet. I turn around, and S is already sailing away. After a moment more of indecision and watching others trickle away after her, I decide I'm not going to miss out on the fun (or ice cream). I run and catch up and we walk the half a block to find that they aren't open for another half hour! So disappointing. S isn't having any of it, so she presses herself to the plate glass window with a desperate cry, which of course brings the waitress to the door. I'm sure the waitress was suprised by the group of strangely-dressed women and it might be why we were able to convince her to let us in.