Happy Thursday one and all! Here's another yoga cat. This one seems to have more yoga skills than other cats I've seen videos of. Although, he or she must either not have have claws or be very, very zen because if my cats slid down my back like that during down dog it would turn yoga into a blood sport.
Now, I believe that every person has a few phrases they say frequently that define something about them. Like, the fact that I say, "Seriously, you can't talk to me about John and Kate Plus 8 or Toddlers in Tiaras because I will get so angry blood will shoot out of my eyes while I strangle you." or "I could be wrong...but I know I'm right." demonstrates my distaste for treating child abuse as television and my fairness of mind. Or something. Annnnyway, another phrase I use a lot is, "Correlation does not equal causation." That shows you that I have an undergraduate degree in social sciences that I am not currently using. But here's this!
I love a graph that proves my point and makes me laugh while insinuating that mountain ranges cause murders in New York. That is a good time for everyone.
In reading an article about cat fur being made into jewelry (a concept so gross I couldn't resist reading about it) I came across this article which poses the eternal, burning question "Nude pantyhose, Great or Granny?" I clicked on the link because as a professional woman who wears a skirt and nude pantyhose almost every work day of my life I thought I should check it out.
Mistake.
You know why I don't read fashion articles? Because fashion is stupid. Until I read this article I didn't know who Pippa Middleton is, I had never heard of "junderpants" and I had no idea I had a obligation, nay, a responsibility to have perfectly shaped, perfectly colored, perfectly groomed legs. I was a better person for all of that ignorance. So sorry about the last 27 years of not worrying about my legs, you guys! I unwittingly exposed the world to my unprepared flesh on many an occasion. Thank goodness I usually (usually?! NOT EVERY DAY?!?!) put lotion on my legs. At least there is that!
The article does poke fun at the concept that wearing nude pantyhose could be a "sin" of any kind, but does seem to take seriously and without question the comment that that maybe Pippa wore them because she just didn't feel like exfoliating, shaving, bronzing and wearing other types of shapers when she could get all of that from her nude pantyhose. Maybe she didn't feel like doing all of that. Maybe. Because most days she does? Because anyone, anywhere does have the time and the desire to do that?
Maybe I'm the crazy one. It is well documented that I am no maven of fashion. And my nickname is Cockroach Legs (because I have short legs and apparently, I "scurry" when I walk). I think my legs look like Scottish man legs. Point being, what do I know about the proper care and keeping of legs? (But come on, I'm totally not the crazy one here.)
Anyway, look at these things instead of my legs:
If there is any rhubarb at the Farmer's market this weekend, I shall feast on these!
My current favorite dish washing song.
This might just be the thing to motivate me to sew!
