Mennonite Girls
August 06, 2005
The Farmer’s Market on a Saturday morning is full of Mennonite girls in strange poses. Some were selling sexy bones; other were washing near carts full of sausages; and we even saw some on the sidewalks bluntly offering honey. In the morning, markets are full of irony, layers of meaning, and people intermingling amongst the flowers and the vegetables.
When I grow up, I want to be a fishmonger.
Posted by Tudor at 11:26 AM in Blogathon 2005 | TrackBackThat makes two of us…
Posted by: Megan on August 06, 2005 at 11:31 AMI’d buy some of her honey any day.
Posted by: corwin on August 06, 2005 at 02:16 PMseriously, not amused.
(jerkface)
Yes!!!
Someone else uses jerkface! Woo!
[ahem. Sorry.]
Posted by: Jackie on August 06, 2005 at 02:47 PMI’m your wicked Uncle Ernie
I’m glad you won’t see or hear me
As I fiddle about
Fiddle about
Fiddle about !
Your mother left me here to mind you
Now I’m doing what I want to
Fiddling about
Fiddling about
Fiddle about!
Down with the bedclothes
Up with the nightshirt!
Fiddle about
Fiddle about
Fiddle about !
You won’t shout as I fiddle about
Fiddle about
Fiddle about
Fiddle about !
Fiddle, fiddle, fiddle.
creepiest song, ever - thank you, Corwin for disturbing me even further.
Posted by: Laura on August 06, 2005 at 03:05 PM