One Thing Leads to Another...

 OK.  When Tessie popped out of the sewing box this morning, she was looking a bit disheveled.

Doesn't she always?  Well at least most of the time...?

She announced that her dress was dirty from the last time she went out to garden with me. 


She beat her fists on the edge of the box and insisted, "I have lots of aprons, but none of them cover the dirt that you threw on me!".

That was an exaggeration.  I never threw dirt on her.  I splashed dirt on her when she got in the way of the hose.  Is it my fault that she didn't move when I told her to?  I think not!

Anyway, I was feeling generous so I re did her dress... Same style as always... I can't seem to talk her into anything but her usual white.  It goes with all of her aprons.  Those, she didn't need any new ones...

After she got the new clothes(New hairdo included)  She agreed to pose for a photo shoot..

As she sat down, a very messy Daisy plopped down beside her and said, "Me next!"

I had to ask what happened and she replied, "Lets just say that wormholes and time machines sometimes don't get along well together.  I am in need of new clothes.  Preferably something akin to Tessie's, so that I can stay home for a while.  Time machine repairs, you know." 

I guess that was a legitimate request.  I finally got her to agree that, if I made her new clothes, more like Tessie's, she would pitch in and help finish her cottage... On second thought, I am not so sure that it was a good idea... She's good at running around in a time machine... Not so good with a hammer.

As I looked for materials for her clothes, I peeked in to ask about color...

The line had grown longer by two.  I forgot about these two.  They were in one of the boxes I brought into the bedroom earlier...

They have to be at least 10 years old.  I bought them at the last mini show that I participated in..  Hey! I did get them in the bottom half of their underwear.  That's progress... That was also probably five years ago...

I tried to get away before they could catch me, but it didn't work out.  As soon as they saw me, they  started arguing about whom would be next in line...  I told them to hush.  Then I said, "Take a number and wait!" and slammed the door!

I came into the computer room and started writing...

About two minutes ago, I looked to the left... All chattering at once, there they were... The ladies that have been partying in the Tudor Trailer for about two weeks.

I patiently told them that maybe their day would come, but for the present, they are going to have to go back to the Tudor Trailer and party.

The thought of the party mollified them all. being witches, gypsies and court ladies, they all love a good party... Maybe by the time that that party runs down, they will have forgotten about new clothes... I do hope so, but I'm not holding my breath.. Wish me luck!  I may need it.  If one remembers, she will tell the others. Then I am almost back where I started...

See you tomorrow.