Twice yesterday I was called a "hobo" by two of my daughters. They did this separately, independently, each without knowledge of the other.
I need your help here -- let me plead my case!
Sara-Grace called me a hobo for picking up acorns. Observe: Exhibit A.
Aren't they beautiful? And FREE!
Later, Tessa called me a hobo because I had a hole in my sock and my toe was sticking out. Observe: Exhibit B.
I didn't KNOW I had a hole in my sock when I put it on. I discovered the hole later in the day. I can sew it closed and it will be just like new (almost). Actually, I was pretty proud that I had socks and that they matched both each other AND my outfit! That's a pretty high class acccomplishment, isn't it?
So I ask you, ladies and gentlemen of the jury: I dumpster dive, I curb shop, I have SO MUCH FUN with my freesourcefull project -- do I really qualify as a hobo? And, if so, is hobo status really all that bad? Perhaps I should just be proud to be a card-carrying hobo!
Hmmm... I'd better be careful -- this could inspire a collection! Bandana/stick packs perhaps? Or maybe tacky hobo and clown paintings? I've got it: TRAMP ART! No, actually, tramp art (usually picture frames and trinket boxes made from intricately cut and pieced wooden cigar boxes) is massively expensive. Maybe I'll just stick with acorns!