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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

Luana Krause said…
Cute post. Ditsy girls and flower pots. I get it. Happy blogging.
4 April 2015 at 21:23
Cherdo said…
Ditsy's name and brain go together nicely.
5 April 2015 at 00:04
Geo. said…
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.
5 April 2015 at 01:58
Anonymous said…
I definitely can relate as sometimes ditzy myself :) Very fun choice for D!

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5 April 2015 at 03:24
Kern Windwraith said…
"And some sequins, for later" - love it!
5 April 2015 at 04:43
Lisa Southard said…
These girls are the epitome of ditsy :-) Happy blogging!
5 April 2015 at 10:07
Lisa Southard said…
A very entertaining blend :-)
5 April 2015 at 10:07
Lisa Southard said…
Life is weak without the Ditsy- I owe them much! Part Ditsy myself, if you can believe that :-)
5 April 2015 at 10:08
Lisa Southard said…
Always- an element of chaos that prevents life from becoming routine :-)
5 April 2015 at 10:09
Lisa Southard said…
I celebrate all forms of Ditsy :-)
5 April 2015 at 10:10
Lisa Southard said…
Sequins are always useful :-) Thank you!
5 April 2015 at 10:10
Jo said…
I thought Ditsy was always blond.
5 April 2015 at 18:34
Stephen Tremp said…
Laughing at Jo'c comment hahaha!
6 April 2015 at 20:38
Lisa Southard said…
I have observed various Ditsys, they appear in all shades :-)
6 April 2015 at 21:21
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