major minimalist

Today I feel like bragging on myself.   Celebrating, even!    Nominating myself for an award maybe!

In at least 1 area I am a major minimalist. Wait- isn’t that an oxymoron??

Where was I? Oh yeah, major minimalist.  In the area of footwear, I am that double “m” phrase.

I only own 1 pr slippers, purple naturally!

quilted purple slippers on my feet

Quilted, warm!!

 

1 pr crocs for everyday wear. And I do mean everyday!  I wear them every where, even church.

purple Crocs

Comfy purple Crocs

(Of course I got them on sale!   With a coupon too!)

 

Then I have 1 pr closed toe black leather shoes.  For snow boots!! Lol

black closed toe leather shoes

Gotta be FRIGID to drag out these puppies!

 

I hardly ever break those out any more. Maybe for a funeral.  Except Jeffery’s.    The dress code was purple and red, so the Crocs were required.  Red for him, purple for Sis.

Don’t even own any flip flops! Cuz that’s what I do when I wear them!

It takes real talent to “fall” off those!   And yet I have. Sad when ya can’t even walk like normal people!!

So, a total of 3 prs of footwear qualifies me as a major minimalist in that area, wouldn’t you agree?

 

All Aglow

Okay, since the winning pic got it’s own post, and LBeth got her requested post, when is the runner-up gonna get it’s own post? Huh?  Ya predjuiced against glow sticks, er summin??

Alright, Alright, quit nagging!  Sheesh!

Here is the behind the scenes story of Me-All Aglow.

It was Brother’s Big Black Birthday Bash:  Farewell to his Youth.  His youth is DEAD>  Did I mention he is officially OLD now?

Sister and I planned big ole black funeral party, for his 50th.

Decorations, even the food had to be black.  Remember the black eggs???

eating black eggs

Dutifully eating the “rotten” eggs.

(I know I’ve written about them before, I just can’t remember where.  Sieve brain.  Don’t make fun, you’ll get old one day.

I finally remembered!  Yay me!  Go here.)

brother's 50th birthday bash

WE even went so far as to order request that everyone wear black.

Sis had glow sticks for everyone.  And of course, since I can NEVER be like everyone else, I wore mine as a necklace, AND earrings!

glow earrings necklace

me all aglow

I wanted to make rings, a bracelet, AND a headband too, but Sis whined something about, “Melinda, you can’t take them all.  There’s other people here too!”

Whatever.

Did I mention the temp tats?  See the star on my cheek?  We wanted to really blow it out for his 50th.

(Poor guy, as the middle child, he never had any parties.  Yeah, right, like he was the only one who had to eat beans everyday, while we ate steak.  snicker, snicker)

Anyway, they had to be temp tats, cuz the real ones HURT!!!

strawberry tattoo

Strawberry tat, that was NOT kissed on by a kitten.

 And the tat parlor refused to tattoo him, while he was still tied up.    What?  Like you’ve never tied up your little brother and tried to tattoo him???

two uses tuesday

The Kitchen Sink

The kitchen sink is terrifying to me.  I mean, there’s that big gaping hole,

Dun dun duh- the SINK

Dun dun duh- the SINK

where stuff falls in, and never returns.  And it sounds like a monster is eating it.  And it always stinks over there.  Dishes go there to die, and are never seen again.

The belly of the beast is even more terrifying than its mouth.

Yawning_Cat

From all the growling noises emanating from under there, it must a HUGE beast.  It’s dark under there, and damp, and musty.

20150421_152050I opened the door, and jumped back real quick-( you know that’s a lie.)

The other side of the dragon's den.

The other side of the dragon’s den.

Question- how did it know that I was going to open the door?  Where does it hide??

What if I reach in there, and something grabs me!  I’ll die of a heart attack!  But, some compensation will be, no one will have to pay for a funeral.  The beast will just eat my flesh and bones, and burp up my metal knee.  Hope I give him indigestion!

Seriously, how often do you beard the dragon in its den??

Nibelungendrache

Aha!  See?? You are scared too, and just don’t wanna admit it!

Nothing under there is worth my life.  I’ll just wait till Sweet friend, or Brother are around.  Then I’ll ask them to get it for me!  Sounds like a plan!