I'm a Pirate.

I went to a 3-year olds birthday party at Hungry Jacks today. The joys of being an honarary Aunt.

I got a pirate invitation like the little boys that were invited, the 3yo mother didin't think I'd appreciate a fairy invite.

It was all cool I got to wear a Pirate hat, it turned out there was only one other pirate there. He was very young and very quiet. As all underling pirates should be.

I went to get serveittes twice actually, and both times the young people sitting at the table near by had a good look at me in my hat and had a snicker. Hmmmm....on the way out people stared at the hat as well.

What is wrong with the world when a woman can't wear a cardboard pirate hat at Hungry Jacks? Now I was going to have a rant about these people. Then it occured to me it'd be unfair to ridicule those less fortunate than me.
Clearly being repressed as they are they can't be enjoying life very much.

And Cindy as a follow up to Vogue Knit One Issue Two - the green jacket was very cool but the one that really took my fancy was the ankle length jacket in the Urban Cowgirls section. And I think the vaudville "strippers" if it's the one I saw was called Velevet Hammer. That was pretty cool. I wouldn't mind seeing that again.

Until next time,
Suzi.
A bona fide red head pirate and damn proud of it.