under the influence...

whilst wearing red clogs i have noted several important telling signs...

1. suddenly, since my peachy friends appeared at mossy shed, i possess manic clog dancing skills. something i was unaware of owning until their arrival.

2. my cooking skills have gone up a notch or two.

i have graduated from producing orange colored meals, my speciality, to creating lovingly prepared plates piled with foods in various shades of red.

3. doesn't matter where i am, or what i am doing, if i look down my feet appear to be smiling. when wearing red clogs it would appear i have happy feet

4. if i need to run to the mail box, due to heavy rain, for i do not run otherwise.

i have noted in my clogs it takes twice as long for i fear a clog 'flung' in the air would not be good.

i would then have to hop over to find my 'flung clog' and i am thinking as i rarely run, how on earth would i be able to hop with one clog

5. it is now quite obvious upon getting dressed each morning that i have to bear in mind my clogs.

most days i think all is looking tres fine with my attire, until i catch a glance in the mirror half way down the stairs.

it is then that i note, i often appear to be dressed for a 4th of July parade.

6. i do not do red within Mossy Shed,

except when dabbling in the gleeful season, then i am all about the red.

i also do not craft in red.

and so it would appear my new/old little clippity clopping friends have put paid to that statement

(actually now i think about it i do have little bits of red lying around, but for the sake of drama within my everyday ramble lets pretend i don't)

7. i've said it before and i'll say it again

("oh Tif that's very daring of you" i hear you exclaim

"i know! that's what happens when wearing red clogs" i reply)

i do believe wearing red clogs when thrifting makes all the difference.

i clippity clop around the store with purpose and qualification.

fellow thrifters give me the nod,

the look of mutual respect

bought together by the sharing of a common goal

and not,

i tell myself,

the look of

"what is she wearing, have you ever seen such a ridiculously red pair of clogs".

since thrifting in my clogs i have found

a red thermos flask

a dress, not red but a dress!

lordy my first dress in five months, very summery and very white but none the less a dress,

and

a lovely white crocheted bedspread waiting to have her moment this summer.

proof indeedy, that my thrifting ways have gone up a notch since clogs have come my way...

she is thinking what possibly more, terribly exciting 'things of note' lie ahead for her and her little red clogs ~ Tif

thrifty tuesdays...

ah yes indeedy! we are mixing it up a little dearest readers...

we are not ones to be dull and predictable,

no sirree!

we crave excitement and an element of surprise

and i can't think of anything more exciting and surprising than to take

thrifty thursdays

and make it

thrifty tuesdays!

("oh Tif" i hear you exclaim "how simply thrilling, ney exciting, ney surprising of you, you clever thing"

"why thanking you kindly" i reply "i aim to please")

but before we delve into what 'devilishly exciting' thrifty goodness i have acquired of late i must just say i have not been idle this morning.

despite having volumizing hair issues of the worst kind, causing me to be weighed down like i have not been weighed down since the 80's and my perming addiction.

i am delighted to report, that yes indeed, Miss Ethel and i have been getting it on again.

it would appear she is rested and ready for action...

i can also report

my thrifty finds have reached an all time high,

(or low, if you are my man)

not content with my usual cravings

i have now taken to giving lost thermos flasks a home.

then there is the usual attraction to lovely colored fondue pots,

because of course one never knows when suddenly one may wish to 'fondue'.

i was also spoken to recently by a pair of salt and pepper pots.

sporting rather fabby green plastic tops complete with springy hinges...

seriously, how could i ignore their telling beauty

a pair of sticky hooks in wonderful avocado green complete with original packaging.

i have yet to stick them on anything as they are so terribly wonderful i want to be sure to get it right.

and then finally but by no means least

two forsaken little souls...

it's been a while since a true forsaken soul has found me.

but these two had brilliant potential upon perusal,

and so it came to be that

one little tree

and

one little handy dandy holder

have made themselves at home in mossy shed

my man has noted that i appear to be bringing home way too many waifs and strays for his liking.

dearest readers, i told him he was indeed right, my finds are at a fearfully high quantity of late,

and then i asked him, how does one refuse a little forsaken soul that has the ability to make a wall smile...

i rest my case.

she is thinking that Miss Ethel is sounding a little croaky, she is thinking that may not be good news ~ Tif

little olive and her high hopes...

ever since little olive made the front page of Pedlars as dog of the week she has aspired to greater things.

apparently, she tells me, it has always been inside of her,

feeling the need to perform, even from a young age.

i was a little iffy to this piece of information so she encouraged me to look back over her photo album

upon perusal of her baby pictures i noted that yes indeed, she did appear to look rather sweet, but was 'sweet' enough for a cut throat industry, i asked her

she then told me she had been practicing her modelling shots with used dog for guidance.

she is thinking that catalogue modelling sounds a tres thrilling life...

upon critique of her shots, she has been informed her front legs are letting her down in an industry that values long limbs

she has not allowed that to dampen her spirits though,

continuing to have high hopes...

for now it appears that little olive is working on her portfolio, thinking her future lies in the film industry.

i am doing all i can to encourage her hopes although between you and me dearest readers, i'm not sure she would be any good living life on the road with her suitcase and blanket.

she likes the comforts of the shed a little too much...

but i haven't voiced this to her as it would seem a little unkind.

so far her portfolio consists of

despair and sadness

love and friendship

masked and heroic

pitiful and pathetic

serious and tough

tragic and Shakespearean

frightened and lonely

action and thriller

epic long winded novel turned into film thingy

horror and comedy

she is thinking little olive may be closer to the big time then she had thought ~ Tif