Now before y’all freak out, consider the properties. Panty liners are made to trap liquids. They do not fall apart when wet. They do not drip unless way past the saturation point. They are sterile (maybe, at least one would think they are!) They come individually wrapped. They can be folded in half, sticky side together, or stuck onto something else. Off brands are cheap, if there are none in the house. (Ask first! Women get really mad if you swipe their personal products.) And they are disposable; some even come with a sheet of plastic to wrap up the used one.
They also make excellant little pads to clean all sorts of things with alcohol or acetone. The “used” pads in the photo were used to remove black nail polish, rhinestones, floral decals, and silver glitter off my toenails. I might use them to clean steel.
My apologies to anyone offended by this post.
I lost Wednesday. I woke up yesterday thinking it was Wednesday and then one of those calendar appointment alerts popped up on my cell phone. I was like whoa, that’s not today, that’s tomorrow but sure enough, yesterday was indeed Thursday. So what happened to Wednesday? It washed right out of the week! Heavy rain and intermiitten thunderstorms between occassional drizzle.
My plea for return of our local “Weather Channel” merely generated an email reply stating yada yada cancelled after much consideration crap. We now get “Bounce” out of Pittsburgh which seems to be an oldie reruns spinoff of BET thus fullfilling perhaps a demographic need to make “black” entertainment as equally as “white” entertainment. Having twice married a man who insisted that I put down my paint brushes long enough to do absolutely nothing but veg out on a couch for endless hours watching reruns of The Waltons until I was ready to bid John-boy and my husband a permanent good night, I’m so not into oldies of any genre. Except movies. Oh yes, always an exception.
My other tile for public art project is also ready to go the Summer Festival of the Arts at YSU this weekend.