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.
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).
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?
and here is a picture of her sitting alongside her new boyfriend
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?
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*
We could be twins….apart from I am old and crazy…Fruit people are awesome and looking at how they shrivel and disintergrate and smell, gives an amazing insight into what getting older is like (apart from the smelling bit, …hmm perhaps I shouldn’t have put that)…oh well, thanks for the chuckle.. 🙂
do you weep a little bit as they are decomposing – or is that just me?
I had the kitchen roll at their side to mop up their tears of ooziness (is that a word?) and wondered how I could somehow start knitting things with the mould,
ooziness is a wonderful word and if you can knit with mould that would have to make you my hero!
maybe a serious of photographs depicting their demise would be good alternative art project if the knitting doesn’t work out?
Well I work mainly in ceramics these days, the odd rag rug and bit of jewellery. Decomposition must have a chemical formulae and glaze is made up of various compound, hmmmm I wonder….
Loved reading this and the socks in tea? Lubbly xx
I didn’t drink it afterwards though – honest!!
(well, not all of it anyway).
You seem perfectly normal to me. But that is the opinion of someone who has a faceless, footless zombie mummy rodent for a friend. (can’t stop lol-lol-lol-ing at Denis the oven glove)
PS Byron and Mathilda are beeeaaaauuutiful. If a little stabby.
thank you crazy lady.
Poor old Denis was the victim of many a kidnap… he always managed to find his way back home though. We had some lovely times together – he especially loved a good old boogie down at the local discotheque!
I guess you can’t go out swinging your pants with a faceless, footless zombie mummy rodent though eh?
Ah, this takes care of my daily recommended dose of insanity. And I didn’t even need to create it myself! Now I can tell the soup to shut up and stop telling me to set the tub on fire. Cheerio!
PS – I don’t drink the tea I’ve put fabric in to soak either. I promise.
Ah Leonor, you sound like a girl after my own heart! 🙂
Ooh, thank you! We should exchange some voices in our heads with each other – I reckon some of mine could use some fresh air and a different type of insanity 😀
(By the way – remember me? – I’m the crackpot from Felt Buddies, yoo-hoo! *waving*)
do you know I’m such a goose – I recognised your name but then the penny just dropped!!
*waves back like a loon*
A penny just fell on my head – I feel the love, I feel it! 😀
Love it love it love it! you guys are amazing!
aw shucks Nikki *blushes* 🙂
This is the best thing I have seen today.
is that because you’ve just woken up Kate? 😉
all sounds completely normal to me
That’s because you are an insane idiot Caroline Rose. 🙂
I am so glad i am not the only one that does things that other people find odd.(my husband and three children).Love reading your blog.x
Karen, I’ll let you into a little secret…
“it’s not us that’s odd, it’s THEM!”
I don’t like to worry yous lovely peeps, but the expression on Mathilda’s face looks muchly like the look my rabbit gives me when he’s been up to no good and pretending he is Millicent Bystander. I would start looking for the damage if I was yous! xx
Your rabbit sounds like one awesome little dude Helen! 🙂
You’re obviously called Odd Sox for a reason, surely? And socks in tea is certainly not VERY *normal*….therefore it must be *odd*.
I rest my case.
But such awesome dudes – Mathilda AND Byron?! A matching murderous pair, if ever I saw. LBH is one very lucky lady.
A matching murderous pair… I like that!!
Personally though, I feel sorry for LBH having those two staring at her ALL THE LIVE LONG DAY!!!
were they new socks or old and a little bit smelly socks. I know lbh would prefer socks that smell of you
They were brand new socks Kate – the only white socks I own are now some kind of ‘fag ash grey’
That would be the reason you must listen to the whole story… if you ended after putting the sox into the tea (great drink choice by the way… my favorite way to start the day (and believe it or not I’m american)… then it might have seemed a little stranger. The only real behavior that I might worry about a little would be telling strangers “I like sharrrpp things.”. Someone could take that wrong and you could be at the other side of a copper, rather than the straight jacket people, 🙂 Your new girl is adorable too by the way… glad your guy has himself a proper gal friend. They look good together.
Do you ever get asked if you had gin for lunch? Happens to me all the time… P.S. do you think zombie sheep are possible?
Oh all the time Hannah…..
I’m sure zombie sheep are possible…
In fact if it’s zombie sheep you’re after, have you been to visit FionaT?
Thing is though Shannon, I really do like shaaaarrrrp things! *grins insanely*
I like sharp cheddar cheese… does that count???
I was very glad to read – on Little Black Heart’s blog itself – that Byron has a new girlfiend. No zombie should have to sit, cold and alone, on top of a cupboard – even if it is in LBH’s workroom, watching her making amaaaazing drawings… of other zombies, pandas, lemurs and stuff…
Matilda is very beautiful (for a sock zombie). I was v. impressed by her (one) shiny red and black glowing eye and her looong and graceful (skinny) limbs. I was even more impressed that she has all 4 limbs & they are of equal lengths – quite an achievement for a zombie.
As for putting socks in your tea, or the way you are dressed when you answer the door… well, hey, it’s just nice to know there are other well-adjusted, normal, insane people out there – it’s not just me…
Cool birthday pressie. I’m impressed with Little Black Heart’s own drawing too. Chuckie-style… yeah.
ah, Lovely Lizzie…. yes indeed… you see WE are the normal people, it’s everyone else that has the wrong kind of brain!! 🙂
Loved this blog… but I’m a computer programmer who rarely speaks to other people and as such was completely unprepared for leaving a comment 😦 … But I felt as though I should say something because otherwise you might think it’s not worth bothering to write blolg posts in the future and that would make me sad – so please insert some hilarious comment in <<<>>>>
Oh Natasha you did make me larf…
I will try and think of something windswept and interesting and hilarious for you to have said.. 🙂
But if I may be srs for just a moment… thank you so very much for taking the time to comment… A friend and I were having the very conversation earlier and wondering if we are actually wittering on and on to no one at all.. so the fact that you actually braved the comments does indeed mean a lot! 😀
HA! some things just never change.
when little black heart was a very *very* young child, i found this weird orange thing in our mum’s sewing box. (i dunno what was it’s purpose? it was sort of tear drop shaped with a tail & packed hard with stuffing.)
anyway, i drew a face on it in blue biro and called it Mister So So.
she loved that thing.
ehrmaGHERRRRRD mister soso!!!! i had forgotted – how could i forget?! i will see if she still has it – i bet he’s in the same place, lol
i’ll have you know *as it turns out) mister so so was one of my earliest textile art dolls!
Girls! It was Mister SEW SEW! Because you found ‘him’ in my sewing box one day and transferred him to the toy box after scribbling all over him and then suckering your sister in to believing it was a doll.
For the record ‘Mr. Sew Sew’ was actually a tailor’s ham, and still resides with me
LBH, so you’d better get round here quick if you want a photo opportunity!
wtf is a tailor’s ham, Mom??!
for what is his purpose? (good job you never throw anything away)
it’s for snacking on?
hey – I swear – I did not say that ^^
Unless (which is most possible, owing to a bug*er of a week) I have partaken of too much wine-booze….if so, I am most ashamed of the comment….please do accept my most sincere and humble apologies xx
i am LOLLING at mister so so sew sew
Okay this entire entry and it’s comments are killin’ me! I know I’m a bit off on reading it, but OMG I am laughing badly at 7am with little coffee in me and my kids think I am losing it right now. That’s okay kiddos, mommy isn’t going down the rabbit hole yet today. I still have a grocery list to make and old people to run over with my cart first. Bwahahaha!
10 points for each old person you run over.
Let us know your score! 😉
LOL actually…..not as many there as I thought would be! Didn’t have to loose my cool! Normally I am TRYING to be somewhat patient and wait for them to decide what they freaking want or I have none and seem rude….more that 2nd one LOL. But we’ll see how next week goes ;^P
I miss you :’-(
Your spesh way of writing makes me smile….
You have made my day a lot better,x
i’m very glad – you need better in your life sometimes xx