Carpet. Car and pet. My car is carpeted with pet hair, specifically dog hair. My upholstered chairs are carpeted with cat hair. My coats are carpeted with my hair.
Some years ago I was saving up my hair, so that I could make what was known in Victorian times as a "rat." Women would collect their hair so that they could stuff their rats in their hairdos to make their hairdos more bouffant-y. "Good idea," I thought. "I can use one of those for theatrical updos." So whenever I removed hair from my brushes, I would put the wad of hair into a teapot in my bedroom. It got pretty full. No one knew about it until one day...
My youngest, then a teenager, took a look in the teapot. She screamed, dropped the teapot, and my bedroom floor was carpeted with teapot shards along with one large clump of silvery hair. My dog made off with the clump and I never saw it again.
This is my entry to @mariannewest's daily freewrite challenge. Today's prompt is carpet.
Very funny! If it wasn't for the photo of the actual teapot I'd never have believed it:)
True story! Well, most of it is true anyway. The true end for the clump of hair is that I threw it away. But that wouldn't be funny, now would it?
Never let the truth get in the way of a good story!
I LOVE THIS STORY and the last line is the best - but the red teapot in the picture had better not be the one that broke, as I love it. Can you also assure us the teapot didn't really shatter? LOL. I'm so happy to see you recovering your wit, facility with words, and humor - and that element of surprise. :) You're on a roll, and I hope you keep moving with forward momentum.
lol ok ok the real truth ends with the scream.The true end of the teapot is that I sold it in my store way back when I sold my stuff for social contact during our covid-con-finement.
I feel better now. :) The teapot did not shatter! Yes!!!!
One day they will feel very stupid for having done that. It makes no sense whatsoever. They are zombies following commands. I can't believe it was that child's idea. Maybe it was a dare.
As for the teapot, now I wish I still had it! I'm trying not to drink coffee, and I'm all about tea.
I have never heard of doing this with hair, I wonder if the dog ate it or buried it. I love the teapot. I do not know why but I have bought every teapot that I find in thrift stores or yard sales, I have oodles of them.
I used to have a lot of teapots, but I sold them all. Now you've made me want them back.
It is better that you sold them, now someone else can enjoy them. I do not think any of my kids want my collection, its not heir style, and I am afraid that they will be trashed or given to a thrift store.
I've seen antique hair receivers somewhere, but never felt the need to save my own hair. Such a sad ending for the teapot!
"Hair receivers." There must have been something like this, but I've never seen one. Maybe I have, but did not know what it was. The teapot, in truth, survived and went to a home that put it to use for tea, not hair reception.
Ha ha ha! That's too funny!
This is really funny, oh my word. I wish you wrote more, where did the hair end up? Did the dog try to kill the supposed rat? There are so many possible story lines! I love this.
Thank you for stopping by and reading my little ditty!
It was really a fun read thank you!