By: Blonde Two
By Blonde Two
I have been feeling a bit bolshy recently (you may have noticed). As a Bolshy-Blonde is not always a good thing, I have been attempting a bit of attitude exorcism in the form of some silly, but satisfying little acts of rebellion.
I have a feeling that some of you might feel the need to join in with this; it is that time of year when lots of us are dragging ourselves towards a forthcoming date, uncertain as to whether or not we are going to get there.
Friday acts of rebellion should occur (you guessed it) on a Friday and should be silly enough to make you smile, but not obvious to render you unemployed. So far my rebellious acts have consisted of: 1) Wearing visible red socks to work. 2) Wearing bright red lipstick with a purple outfit. 3) Taking my celery to work whole instead of chopping it up.
Exciting stuff eh? I was definitely born in the wrong era. Imagine me tied to the railings with Mrs Pankhurst (actually, don’t imagine that), or in charge of the guillotine in the Place de la Revolution.
Feel free to join in next week. I shall be quietly contemplating my even quieter rebellion until then. If you are of the Twitter persuasion than try #fridayactsofrebellion on for size!
I didn’t put the Dyson away yesterday (Friday) after clearing up carpet chaos from granddaughter Katie.
i think it it your inner self telling you to take up big hill walking: today would be the best day to start – in the same was that it is the best day to start anything
You may very well be right Gimmer, maybe a sense of not being ‘in the right place’.
Are you sure your knitting is good enough to take charge of the guillotine?
My shed rebelled yesterday. All the felt flew off the roof. Yesterday WAS Friday, wasn’t it? My memory is rebelling as well.
My knitting is excellent, I was well trained by my grandmother! Naughty shed, that sort of behaviour really shouldn’t be encouraged.