THIS is a happy woman! Just LOOK at that cute apron. Do NOT look at the following items:
1. Wayward garden hose under feet.
2. Empty LARGE pot that should have flowers, or at least weeds.
3. Pitiful, nearly non-flower bed right behind me.
4. Driveway and sidewalk with leaves blown all over. (Don't call me if you want to stage photos of your home.)
5. 500 mosquito bites on legs. It was mosquito Thanksgiving yesterday and I didn't get the memo. The party raged on until they were all drunk. It was complete debauchery. I'm not attending next year.
But DO notice this really spiffy apron I'm wearing. I ordered it from "A Georgia Farmwoman" at Life On a Southern Farm. She makes them out of feed bags and they are plastic. I have been SERIOUSLY wanting a plastic apron. I blew the last one out and it just couldn't be saved.
And, frankly, life has been detestable without a plastic apron. Desperate, despicable, desolate, dire.
Or maybe just damp.
I have to bathe dogs, wash a car, and occasionally, when we run out of paper plates, I have to wash dishes. So I love plastic aprons.
And this apron, THIS apron was made by someone I admire for her practical farm skills and kind ways. (And I have two other VERY SPECIAL aprons made by my sweetie friend, Diane, who is an apron maker extraordinaire. And the truth is, one of those aprons is Hannah-Bo's. And I borrow it all the time whether she wants me to or not. And this is the same Diane who drove all the way across town to celebrate Hannah's scholarship with us while wearing an apron. A DARLING apron. That's why we're friends. We might both be buried in our aprons. But not while we're still alive.)
And if you click on the photo and see the full size you will be frightened by my face looming into your screen. When you are over that, look at what the apron says: Pen Pals! How did she work THAT out?
Don't you want one now? Maybe I should have gotten two. You're probably gonna buy them all up.