We needed to find new helper in the garden this year. Ole Chuck bit the dust after a helluva good time New Years Eve.
The Chuckster had a good run with us but I thought it was time for a girl to come in and lend us a helping hand. After all, I'm trying to get a cutting garden started. Maybe some girl power is what's needed for me to get some flower power.
So I went into my closet and ransacked some of my old clothes (that don't fit anymore) and found a nice eye popping red shirt, a pair of pants that I used to paint the house in and an old floppy straw hat. Applied some strategic stuffing to give the ole girl some her some curves in all the right places.
Now what's your name Girlfriend?
Menopausal Mabel? Hotflash Henrietta?
Nope. After a day or so I started referring to her as Sally.
Why? I have no idea. But I've always been partial to Sally. And she's got a pretty sweet song named after her too. Sing it with me, Kids!
"Mustang Sally, Now Baby..."
One of my favorite movies of all times is The Commitments.
A funny little film about the forming of an Irish Soul band set in the 1980's. What's not to love? Big hair, bad makeup and tight spandex everywhere.
Not saying the Sally LOOKS like a 80's vamp. As a matter of fact SM thinks she's looking too good to be in the garden.
I'm sure all the hard work in the garden this year will take the shine off of the ole girl.
Welcome to the hood, Sally!