Ditsy






Ditsy has a brain made of polka dots.
Or is it ice cream?
You can ask her why she is wearing a flowerpot for a hat, she’ll say it’s not a hat, she just didn’t have a pocket the right size for it. One never knows when one will need a flowerpot. But why the shoes on her feet don’t match: mystery.
Because, Tuesday?
Ditsy has an apron, a polka dot apron.
It has exactly the right sized pocket for a flowerpot.
But if she moves the pot now, her hair will look silly!
She will put her hat in the pocket instead. And a stick of rhubarb. And some sequins, for later.




Comments

  1. Luana Krause4 April 2015 at 21:23

    Cute post. Ditsy girls and flower pots. I get it. Happy blogging.

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    1. Lisa Southard5 April 2015 at 10:07

      These girls are the epitome of ditsy :-) Happy blogging!

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  2. Cherdo5 April 2015 at 00:04

    Ditsy's name and brain go together nicely.

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  3. Geo.5 April 2015 at 01:58

    Cultural anthropologists have spent far too little time studying the Ditsy and their contribution to the survival of human sanity. There is scriptural consensus that the meek shall inherit the earth, but my research shows they won't manage it without the Ditsy.

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    1. Lisa Southard5 April 2015 at 10:08

      Life is weak without the Ditsy- I owe them much! Part Ditsy myself, if you can believe that :-)

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  4. Dixie@dcrelief5 April 2015 at 03:01

    What fun!!

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    1. Lisa Southard5 April 2015 at 10:09

      Always- an element of chaos that prevents life from becoming routine :-)

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  5. Anonymous5 April 2015 at 03:24

    I definitely can relate as sometimes ditzy myself :) Very fun choice for D!

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  6. Kern Windwraith5 April 2015 at 04:43

    "And some sequins, for later" - love it!

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  7. Jo5 April 2015 at 18:34

    I thought Ditsy was always blond.

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    1. Lisa Southard6 April 2015 at 21:21

      I have observed various Ditsys, they appear in all shades :-)

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  8. Stephen Tremp6 April 2015 at 20:38

    Laughing at Jo'c comment hahaha!

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