And Liberates Birds For Jungle January
Someone set the drums beating again
Drums: “Hey, what’s cooking?”
Me: “Can’t find my JJ fabric.”
Drums: “So you can’t rustle up something with this black and white?”
Me: “Er, like what, zebra? ”
Drums: ” Yup, and check this out. Subtle”
Me: “Sweet! yet no fawn jersey. And my white is flimsier than my black”
Drums: “Just use it double?”
Me: “OK, but how do a zebras stripe? ”
Drums: “We’ve googled. Each one is different. Just pick a photo and crib a slice”
Time passed as I googled over baby zebras ……….
Me: “My white isn’t brilliant it’s…”
Drums: “Natural? Naturellement”
and so finally this happened…..
Me: “It looks a bit c**p. Especially that chunk at the side where I tried to get away without piecing in another black bit.”
an awkward dithery pause….
Me again crossly: “It needs ripping out and fixing, but there’s no time. Its Five to Flippin’ February already”
Drums: ” Er… our advice, don’t let the herd see it”
Me: “Wait, there’s a drawer in the black hole (aka hallway)”
and whilst churning frantically through pieces of suiting, lace, scraps of velvet, and the odd long forgotten rayon print or two with a flurry of fluttering, this happened …
Me again hysterically: “The birds! The birds! They’re here! In the Black Hole! Who knew!”
Drums: ” If only you’d done the jeans in the natural denim you bought last year, you’d have an outfit”