Uniquley Diabdee

I bought a new scarf the other day as Autumn weather is on it’s way (even though I have the air con on cooling at the moment). It was a monochrome owl scarf, okay winter is darker colours and drab looking greys, black and navy in my head. So I bought some sharpies, that cost me more that the scarf. I decided I know need some colour in my wardrobe (and life). I wear a lot of scarves in the cool weather as I have arthritis in most of my joints and neck, and the warmth reduces the pain in my neck a little bit..

My husband says why are you colouring in the scarf ? I replied with “because I can”and  “Because I want too” ( in my head I’m saying “why not?”, ” It’s mine and I can”and “I need something to do other than cook, clean and be a mother to him and my father”). But in the real word I never say what I really feel out loud, sometimes I do but it’s under my breath.

Well I finished colouring my scarf tonight, and was talking to my youngest son’s partner. She said that I could use the sharpies I bought to colour in coffee mugs, and then bake them in the oven. The husband says to me, what are you going to start colouring in everything now? OMG, what is this man thinking. He makes me feel a bit useless sometimes. I work as a casual sales demonstrator, and as it is Easter there is no shift at the moment but in two weeks time I will be working three weeks straight as  Mother’s Day is in May and it is the best time to sell. So I thought I would do something to keep my brain active.

 

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