Flyin’ Monkeys

Well, mercy!

I finally finished hemming the infamous wide-legged pants. What I’ve dreaded for two weeks took me all of an hour and a half once I decided how to do it properly. May I say that procrastination is not a good thing? Argh! All that anxiety for nothing!

I don’t know if the hems are even or not. Since I am out of plumb anyway, it won’t matter. Besides, Mama always said, “What does it matter on a flyin’ monkey?” I was never sure how one day I could be a bull in a china closet and the next day morph into a flying monkey. All I really wanted to be was a graceful princess.

I’m pretty sure that dream was unattainable due to klutziness and has expired with age.

I modeled the britches for Ronald. Bless his heart. He said, “The pants look nice, but that blouse makes you look fatter than you are.” Since I didn’t know if I should smile at his compliment or slap him baldheaded, I took it in the way wives have to do their husbands’ impetuous (aka stupid)  comments. I let it slide.

Anyway, I’ll be stylin’ and profilin’ in my fancy pants, new shirts, and my orthopedic shoes! How much better can it get? I’m another day closer to dancing the “Cotton-Eyed Joe”! Whoop!

Blessings

KB

Proverbs 18:9 addresses the old sloth in me. “One who is slack in his work is brother to one who destroys.”