Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Fabiola has a terrible cold ...

So, why the pictures of teapots, you may very well ask. Go ahead. Ask. Well, I Fabiola, as I mentioned in the title, have a terrible cold. So, I sashayed myself, hacking and wheezing to the drug store. No, Darlings this is not going to be a post about a terribly clever home made cure for a cold. Fabiola isn't sure what it is, but it is what she has to work with.
I, Fabiola bought some wonderful cold medicine at the drug store. Non-drowsy, don't you know? Well, after the second day of taking it (and not hacking and wheezing and sneezing) Fabiola was reading one of her favorite blogs. Suddenly, Fabiola felt the (al)most overwhelming urge to type the words to "I'm A Little Teapot" into a comment, and then (electronically) run away laughing.

Fabiola resisted the urge because, well, she doesn't do things like that, and teapots have nothing to do with Leonard Cohen, as far as Fabiola knows. Still, although the urge was resisted, the song persisted. And the damage was done, Fabiola has had "I'm A Little Teapot" running through her head all day.

That leads us to the teapot drawings. Fabiola is attempting to exorcise teapots from her brain. She hopes this works.



11 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hope your well by now. If that exorcism didn't work try purging with Hey Diddle Diddle.

Fabiola (or Mary or Both) said...

Ahhhhhhrrrrghhh! I didn't see your comment til right now, long after the cold and the teapots were gone.

Cows and moons, dishes and spoons, now for the love of Mike!

Hugs to Darling Anony anyway!

Anonymous said...

Beena wonderin -- did you draw those teapots yourself with that thingie you bought?

Fabiola (or Mary or Both) said...

Yes Darling Anony,

Fabiola (actually the Fab had Mary do the drawing for the usual reasons) draws her own stuff, takes her own photos ... because it is fun and completely dispenses with those thorny copyright issues. But mostly Mary needs the practice. Once upon a time, decades ago, she wanted to be an illustrator went to a fancy pants school in California for a bit and everything, but an unemployment rate of 18 - 23% in the area that she lived the last crashing economy and all that eventually led her to become a heavy equipment operator. Who knew that she would be good at that? Who knows where life will lead?

The answer was yes dear Anony if you were looking for the short version. Thanks for asking!

Hugs!

Anonymous said...

So where'd you learn to write like you do? (looking for the long version)...

Fabiola (or Mary or Both) said...

Well, Dear Anony, the Fab isn't sure that there is a long version. The Fab writes like Mary thinks and would talk, the Fab supposes, if Mary had been allowed to finish a sentence at any point in the last, oh - 8 years or so. (whispering) The Fella is a conversational minimalist.

Perhaps all the intended but unused words kind of pile up like water behind a clog in a drain. When enough back pressure builds - whoosh out they come all swirled around and in whatever order.

Words and water are similar in that eventually both even out. That is the Fab's working theory at the moment.

Do you find the Fab hard to read Dear Anony?

Anonymous said...

Heavens no -- I know what all your words mean (except for peckish).

Fabiola (or Mary or Both) said...

Oh, Anony!

That isn't what the Fab meant! Hard to read as in: Fab's bent towards putting words in an order other than the usual. That is what the Fab was talking about.

Anonymous said...

Then no, not hard to read.

Anonymous said...

Happy Valentines Day

Fabiola (or Mary or Both) said...

Happy Valentines Day to you too!