Blaine's Nightmare.....

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I'm just another heart in need of rescue,

Waiting on loves sweet charity,

And I'm gonna hold on

For the rest of my days,

"Cause I know what it means

To walk along the lonely street of dreams...

("Here I Go Again", Whitesnake)

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Did you guys watch the Rose Parade?

I love the Rose Parade. I watch it every year, same as I do the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. My favorite group is the U.S. Marine Corps Marching Band. I especially love the outfit of the band's Drum Major. He gets to wear colorful patches, a sash with even more patches---and he gets to carry that neat brass baton. I've always wanted to carry a brass baton.

Speaking of clothing and accessories, it has always mystified me as to why in the world people care so much about how we all dress?

The reason I ask this is because I have always been criticized, scolded, yelled at, or downright ridiculed for the manner in which I dress. Believe me, it has happened a lot in my life. Even as a child I was considered to dress very odd and strangely, despite the best efforts of my stylish and ladylike mother.

Once, in nursing school, I came down the student dormitory's elevator to present myself at the front desk in order to meet my date for the evening. But he promptly sent me back upstairs to change clothes because he didn't "approve" of my blue and purple tiger-print jeans. As I turned to go back up the elevator I overheard the housemother on duty saying: "And you know, she has a leopard-print comforter on her bed...."

In addition to getting criticized, scolded, yelled at, or downright ridiculed because of the way I dress, I also get criticized, scolded, yelled at, or downright ridiculed because I don't care a hoot if I get criticized, scolded, yelled at, or downright ridiculed because of the way I dress (heh!)

But for gosh sakes, I just don't know what the fuss is about. As long as one's nekkidness is covered, what difference does it make what you're actually wearing over that nekkidness? Movie stars get to wear the nuttiest, most bizarre things you've ever seen but nobody says a word to them---so why would anybody care what silly ole me wears?

Even if I wanted to, I just don't think I could get away with wearing high-falutin' clothing. I mean, geez----because I definitely clown around too much. And thus, I can't imagine myself clowning around in so-called "dignified" stuff, really I can't. Hell, if idgity me ever wore, say, a classy Coco Chanel suit or a drop-dead gorgeous Lagerfeld dress, those designers would turn over in their graves. (Oh wait---Karl Lagerfeld is still alive. But he'd be mortified all the same.)

Anyway, I finished knitting (and crocheting) my "Molly Weasley's Amazing Technicolor Housecoat" (from the wonderful book "Charmed Knits" by Alison Hansel) and I absolutely adore the crazy thing ---- and I can't wait till the next Harry Potter movie comes out so that I can wear the housecoat to the IMAX theater, heh!!!! Blaine's sister, Lexie, is already talking about the fun we'll have.

But....there's more to an outfit than just a technicolor housecoat, don'cha know? And so, I have checked out the rest of my wardrobe to find the... uh... proper accoutrements. (I've always wanted to use that word--- 'accoutrements'.)

(First I spelled it 'acouterments', but the spell-check function on the computer practically blew a fuse....)

Anyhoo, I have several items that I'd like to pair the Molly Weasley housecoat with. You already know that since my feet are always cold that I usually wear two pairs of socks at once--- and so here are the two pair of socks that I think will match the housecoat nicely---and I'd wear the short blue Kansas JayHawk socks over the longer red & white striped ones...

Yeah, that's the ticket!!

And then I'd need some jeans, of course. And after much thought I picked out my favorite pair of "wild jeans". They actually stopped traffic in Georgetown, Texas, once.

Yes, I decorated them myself. And these particular jeans even list my hobbies on the back of their legs. (Actually, I lost the Harley in a divorce, but we won't go there right now...)

But my dilemma isn't really so much WHAT to wear with the Molly Weasley housecoat but rather.....

HOW the hell am I going to get OUT of the house without Blaine NOTICING what I'm wearing and then having the subsequent HEART ATTACK??

But actually his heart problems will have only just begun. Because just as soon as he recovers from his heart attack about the Molly Weasley Housecoat Ensemble, he'll then have to contend with the pending Joker's Wild Sweater I'm knitting....

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