Life is quiet. Just for this moment. Today I was thinking about going and looking at Steam Punk costume patterns. Monday one can buy tickets to Comic Con.
A letter came from the DMV saying that I need to come in and take the driving test. Not the eye test and not the written test….is that the law test, just the driving portion. I’m sure the examiner has ridden in far tireder vehicles than Grumpy. I just wish I could get it over with today instead of the 18th of next month. I confess that I’m scared to death.
I managed to divert myself from thinking about this at five this morning instead concentrating on a Costume for Comic Con. For I confess, I was a costume wimp at the party last night. In this crowd of costume over achievers, I was a wash out. G was a hit when he explained he was the Foster Farms chicken, but I vanished into the background. I shan’t at Comic Con.
No, I don’t want to make all of my or the Geezer’s costumes. Look at the ornate metal hoop the center top lady is wearing. How about the metal work in the costumes below. Not me. But I can make parts and bits and orts while buying the rest. For instance, I want those glasses on the top lady’s hat. My friend Poolie has a pair, and I confess I have Steam Punk Glasses Envy.