Dang. How do I get so freaking dirty!

I was just making planter boxes (ok well I have to admit I did just line them with old rubber, with drain holes a nd such, I know, I know! But still, how do I always get so freaking dirty???). Even more amazing is that leg is pretty dirty as well. You just can’t tell with that hand. Clean me up, put me in a dress and all is quite pleasant till someone notices my hands. Omg-osh!…sometimes I just try to keep them hidden). Unfortunately the dirt didn’t function as sunscreen. Ouchy.

Perhaps I am kinsman of pigpen. It is. Serious possiblity. Thank goodness for my new Kathy rigged studio warm water shower! Amen!


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productively procrastinating Pierre Bourdieu
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