But her best project so far has been tie dye.
Abby and Johanna had maybe too much fun with this whole ordeal. I kept getting texts at work, asking if they could raid my sock drawer (um, no, I do not want tie dye undies), so finally I told them to just raid Eric's sock drawer, because hello, what's his is mine. (Kidding. I told them to ask first. He's nicer than me, so he donated some old t-shirts to the cause. Johanna ended up raiding her own closet and came away with a pair of the most psychedelic underpants ever seen, but that's another post for another time, meaning: Never.)
The girls made both Eric and I t-shirts, which they presented to us with much fanfare after work, and the next thing I knew, we were modeling. Things quickly went from bad to worse:
|We THINK we can be serious...|
|But no. We can't.|
P.S. Abby says she's an ostrich, but I'm thinking more along the lines of T-Rex.
|So whatevs. This tie dye train cannot be stopped. Or something.|
P.S. Bonus shot, Dip the Dolphin:
|"He's manly, but he's pink. He's a walking contradiction, except he doesn't walk.|
His name is Dip, because he looks like a dip." --Abby