It's quirky but not really funny.
Sorry for that. You'll have to get a knock-knock joke from someone else for a daily chuckle.
When two of our daughters got married I was insane enough to be the wedding planner. I did a good job but I looked fairly ridiculous at both weddings with half of my hair all pulled out...it certainly didn't look like a good tease job.
When the first one got married her colors were lavender and sage green and I got the brilliant idea to make fabric napkins for all the guests and put fabric markers on the table along with a little sign inviting the guests to write a little message to the bride and groom. So in the midst of everything else I, along with anyone I could coerce into helping, sewed up a hundred and something napkins in various prints all using those colors. They were beautiful.
Afterwards I took the napkins home and made a quilt top out of them.
It wasn't a very good quilt top.
Probably because I'm not a very good quilter.
Also because some of the very drunk guests wrote some ... well ... ummm... pornographic messages on the napkins (and some even had pictures...blush, blush...and I think, but I'm not sure, that some of the things they drew were physically impossible)
But the thought was great. My execution was poor. And I ended up with a lovely leftover stack of napkins in gorgeous co-ordinating prints that I adore and use fairly often. I'm sure the bride and grooms dog appreciated the quilt top.
Flash forward 18 months and I did it again.
Although this time the wedding was in the fall and I used gorgeous fall fabrics, skipped the whole potential of pornography by not even putting fabric markers on the table, and ended up with a fabulous gift for the mother of the groom, grandparents and moi!
After the lovely event, I packaged up a set of the washed and starched fall napkins
with a lovely autumn ribbon bow, attached a little cheesy poem I wrote and everyone ended up with a lovely remembrance.
What was the cheesy poem?
Well, of course I remember. It was only five years ago.
OK, it was something like....ahem...
Woven in this fabric
Are the memories of romance
When ____ and _____
Joined their lives
Are you kidding? I can't remember what I ate for lunch. How would I remember what the poem was?????
It while it certainly wasn't this it was cute. Much cuter then the romance, underpants rhyme.
And I know I didn't hallucinate this whole thing in the midst of wedding chaos because my daughter and I still have the napkins to prove it.
So that is the story.
I am very clever to come up with that idea.
I am possibly brilliant.
Brilliant with a poor memory.
But I did remember this, though.
Who's there you ask?
How do I know? I forgot that joke, too, right along with the poem.
Accck. Sometimes I scare myself.
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