For the record, that’s not a black eye; it’s what happens when you’ve hung around leprechauns far too long. The Shamrock Shake may or may not have been spiked. I’ll never tell {but I’m sure the smeared eye makeup reveals way too much}.
I realize that St. Patty’s day isn’t exactly a current event anymore but these mustaches are still hanging around the Cove along with a really, really bad Leapin’ Leprechaun Irish accent {stemming from our current involvement with the Sons of Anarchy-and by involvement I mean our two-person watch party. I’m not the old lady to an MC member just yet}.
If you’ve had an IRL conversation with me in the last six months you’ve been privvy to our wedding goings- on. And, by privvy, I mean subjected to. Sorry ’bout that. It’s all I can think about at the moment.
When I say it’s all I can think about, really what I’m saying is that I’ve been busy making fabric flowers and arranging my workspace a dozen times a week so as to display them in a pretty way.
And, getting Thom to do all the detail stuff I hate to do am not good at…
…whilst I arrange pretty baubles back at my workspace.
I love your blog!
You are just too hilarious:) BTW, shipment of my tiara has not arrived. Should I be concerned:)