tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676226932588021283.post5364049243210785590..comments2023-06-26T04:46:11.358-04:00Comments on Scribbles of a Writing Maverick : Mature Mondays #8Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12230323659737876041noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676226932588021283.post-21219327047090722112015-03-17T11:00:34.169-04:002015-03-17T11:00:34.169-04:00Good for you! Yes, yes, we learned that the hared ...Good for you! Yes, yes, we learned that the hared way at our house. We play handbells, and we have to wear special clothes for performance. They have to fit several requirements: The necklines have to be high, they have to match the season, etc. etc. Finding out Christmas performance clothing was CHAOTIC! We were doing a black and red theme. I was fine, I have my black and red "Christmas dress", but my younger sister was the problem. She had no black and red! We finally solved the problem by fitting her out in a vest of Mom's (after tailoring it a bit) and a skirt we'd found in the mending pile. It had a big long slit, so we fixed that up by making a kick-pleat out of Mom's ruffley curtains. It looked cute, and you couldn't tell it was improvised. Thank goodness.Elisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16427806354830420271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676226932588021283.post-40089476722217077182015-03-17T01:15:54.422-04:002015-03-17T01:15:54.422-04:00I am exactly the same way! My favorite way is to g...I am exactly the same way! My favorite way is to go barefoot. (can't exactly go anywhere like that though...) On that day I went to TWO Goodwills and a Salvation Army ON TOP of all the stores at the mall. Thankfully I found something workable at Kohls at literally the last minute. When i finally made it back home I only had 20 minutes to get dressed, do makeup, and do my hair. It was chaos! Thankfully i managed to get myself somewhat put together in time. I'll be sure to have everything ready the day BEFORE next time....Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12230323659737876041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676226932588021283.post-76873390495779695532015-03-17T01:11:42.370-04:002015-03-17T01:11:42.370-04:00Oh, wow. That's hard. I have a rabbit myself a...Oh, wow. That's hard. I have a rabbit myself and I got to see him as a newborn. All of his brothers and sisters died, so I understand how you feel. I'm glad you found this encouraging. :)Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12230323659737876041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676226932588021283.post-34639253178013326752015-03-17T00:27:21.146-04:002015-03-17T00:27:21.146-04:00P.S. I hate shoes. I really don't like wearing...P.S. I hate shoes. I really don't like wearing them. They bug me. If I have to, I wear sandals, and if I really have to, I wear boots or slip-ons. I hate Sundays because I feel that it is my duty to wear really nice (unfortunately high-heeled) shoes. I hate high-heels. I really do. And nearly all other footwear. What? I'm a hobbit. That being the case I can totally feel your pain. Any time I have to wear anything fancy or go somewhere special we have to do a frantic shoe-hunt. (I usually go to Goodwill to get my shoes. I don't buy anything worn, and what I do buy is usually well within my price range. My mom got a pair of $300 shoes for $4 at Goodwill once.)Elisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16427806354830420271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676226932588021283.post-43219703018089257332015-03-17T00:21:09.088-04:002015-03-17T00:21:09.088-04:00Thanks for this Amy, it really helped. Saturday wa...Thanks for this Amy, it really helped. Saturday was one of those days. Our rabbit had nine kits and all but here of them died on the first day. I know it was foolish, but I got really attached to those three. It wasn't hard, I had to feed them and check on them and they were cute in a hairless, mini-pig-looking way. But on Saturday all three died. It was kinda hard to deal with. This was cheering though. ThanksElisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16427806354830420271noreply@blogger.com