Stay Classy!

Please to be aware that at the moment there seem to be a whole raft of Odd Sox copycats. There are some people who cannot think for themselves and just have to copy other people’s work.
(Mind you, I’m so brilliant, that if I wasn’t already me, I would probably want to copy me too)!

Anyway, I know it’s kinda hard to get hold of one of my little dudes (not a euphemism), but if you are Classy and appreciate original work that comes from the original maker, work that is made with lots of care and attention and a whole heap o’ love (and possibly a bit of swearing and some grimacing – especially when I stab myself in the leg with a needle), then please stick with me.
I’ve only got one pair of hands, but I’m sewing as fast as I can.  Honest injun!

If however you are a bit of a stinky old tramp and are happy to settle for a shoddy fake copy, then seriously WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?
Is there something wrong with your brain perhaps?
Do you need to see a head doctor?

Always remember – if it doesn’t say Odd Sox on its bum chum, then it’s probably just a pile of old pooh.
(and possibly has fleas)
(and quite probably smells a bit whiffy)
(and you’ll no doubt catch something nasty from it)

ewww!

Bums in the air like you just don’t care.  See?  Classy or what?  😉
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Anyone for Tea?

In my strange little life, I quite often I find myself doing odd things.

Just for instance… having a pet cow called Denis.
An unusual name for a cow maybe considering that moo cows is normally ladies.
A little more unusual perhaps considering that Denis was an oven glove and we were inseparable for many years.

And there was this one time – in my early twenties – that I had a best friend call Dwayne.
Nothing unusual about that either really.
Oh, unless you count that Dwayne was a jam jar.

I could tell many a tale about Denis and Dwayne.
I won’t though, as I am a little afeared of the men in white coats.

Aaaaaanyway.
This week I found myself doing something that seemed rather odd.
I made myself a lovely big mug of steaming hot tea.
And then dunked a pair of brand new clean white socks in it.
It was such a peculiar moment (even for me) and I found myself having to get the camera out so I could share my sock tea with the world!
(When I say ‘the world’ obviously I mean the 7 of my friends who will actually read this).

Look ‘world’.  Look at my tea!Image

Thing is though see, I needed tea dyed socks to finish off a zombie I was making for an awesome friend’s (Little Black Heart) birthday
She already has a zombie (called Byron), but he was lonely and needed a love interest. So now he has Mathilda.
Look.  Here is the very girl.  Isn’t she, erm, beautiful?

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and here is a picture of her sitting alongside her new boyfriend

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In the words of Little Black Heart (to be read in a seth efriken accent)                      “she is sitting naasly alongside Byron, on the shelf above my workstation, so i can see them both at all times and it warms my cold dead heart to look at them.”

She also says she’s going to ““Keep an eye on them, make sure they aren’t running around the house armed with butcher knives, chucky-style”
and here is her artistic impression of that very event…  isn’t she clebber?

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So anyway,  I guess when it comes down to it, because I had an actual ‘for proper’ reason for putting a pair of socks in a cup of tea, it’s really much less odd than having a jam jar for a friend?
Or making fruit people and then not being able to eat them because they have a face?
Or answering the door to the postman wearing a blue afro wig and a pair of bunny ears?
Or grinning insanely at strangers on the bus and whispering “I like shaaaarp things?”
Or playing tag rugby in Sainsburys with various large items of fuit (mostly melons obvs)?
Or  NO.  NO.  MUST SIT ON TYPING FINGERS.

*whistles sheepishly and shuffles off*