~ bumming around ~

Quick, adjust your panties! I've almost finished writing a lengthy and overly verbose retelling of my weekend fun, but I won't post it until the morrow when I have my photos ready to upload. So sit tight! Because now, I shall dazzle you with a few words about how much I enjoy bumming around.

On bumming around.

Yesterday, I removed my person from my snuggly comfy bed at 8:00 in the a.m. and realized, with joy, and relief, that there was not one action item that I had to complete that day. No errands, no responsibilities, no obligations. Ahh, the free life! I had stayed up late the night before cleaning my entire apartment, so I did not even have the ever lingering task of setting the apartment right. As I walked to get myself a coffee, I pondered what I would do, how I would spend my time. When I returned to the apartment, scalding coffee in hand, I decided that I would hunker down and sew the fugly mismatchy plaid skirt that I've had plans for, for months.

You remember the skirt. The one that I had planned to make from oversized men's button-up horrid plaid shirts. Different plaids separated with a band of rusty orange cloth taken from an old pillow case. Items of unusual value that I located for super cheap prices at a thrift store.

I hunkered down, while listening to some new music, drinking my coffee, and made a whole entire skirt. Oh! But it is truly fugly. As usual, I have not taken a photo of my amazing creation. But rest assured, it is wonderful. It looks ridiculously homemade, sewn by someone who is both color blind and tasteless. Pure love.

So, bumming around.

All the while I was making the skirt, I was me in my quintessential bumming around form. I can spend hours and hours just fiddling around with stuff at home. For all that encompasses the memories of my life, I have enjoyed bumming around. Like, not necessarily doing anything productive or useful, just bumming around. I can't explain it, but I love being in my own little world, bumming.

Later in the evening, my bumming morphed into me doing a big deal of cooking. I broke out the food processor and made a huge vat of my personal recipe for gazpacho. I then made a large quantity of steamed cauliflower in cumin and coriander. For those who have not tasted my steamed cauliflower in cumin and coriander, I pity you. What a sad life you must lead.

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