I love Trevor’s “nom nom nom nom nom” in this!
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I had a great idea for a horror story, even though I don’t like horror.
Our hero is a woman who does all sorts of needlecraft – crochet, knitting, embroidery, etc. Her finished basement is full of supplies and stuff. She’s got a spinning wheel and spins some of her own threads and yarn.
But there’s a big gap. She wants to get into weaving. So she goes to this flea market out in the country and sees a loom – and old-fashioned, antique loom that’s made of beautiful wood and seems to be in perfect condition. She tells the seller she got just the place in her craft space for it; it would look beautiful there. The seller nods and gives her a low price. Our heroine describes the many things she wants to weave with it. The seller stands up and says “NO! You must not use this loom! Enjoy the beauty of it! But don’t make anything it!”
“Why not?” our heroine asks.
“Because it’s CURSED!!!”
Well, you know how it goes, the woman buys the loom, promising (fingers crossed) not to use it, and puts it in her basement. She studies how to use looms and finally starts to try it out. She gets an inch or two of yard-wide fabric out of it, but is tired and decides to turn the lights off and go to bed.
That night, at midnight, the strings in the loom start humming – foreshadowing what’s to come.
Next day she spends fourteen hours, weaves yards and yards of cloth from her antique loom-- the most beautiful material ever made! And that night . . .
Well the idea is that some kind of string and yarn monster rises up from the material somehow, detaches itself from the loom and goes on a rampage.
I got the idea by chance. A while back my wife bought me some underwear. It has the brand in big letters around the elastic. But there’s a seam at the back that interrupts the letters in random places, like this:
I learned two things from this: 1) ideas can come from anywhere, and 2) I have too much free time.
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I can see that.
Or the “Fruit of the Loom Bunch” go around frightening children.
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I did an image search on that.
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Fruit of the Gloom
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That’s why I’m gloomy; all the typos in my original loom post. Sigh.
Well, I’ll leave them for posterior.
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That may be the second best costume I have ever seen in my life!
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What was the best costume? 
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The officer whose tray gets upset also portrayed the husband in “Airplane!”; you know, the one that never asked for a 2nd cup of coffee?
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I’m exhausted tonight and not on a keyboard, so let me get back to this tomorrow.
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My reason so many times for the same thing.
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At the start, she is doing like a Michael Jackson Smooth Criminal move there.
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If I didn’t know better, I’d think someone face-swapped some poor woman with Danny Kaye. Just a lot of the expressions and speed there…
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The Hutton sisters and their moms lived in Detroit for a while; I was told by my dad that his mom saw them dancing outside the S. S. Kresge dime store she clerked at. Interesting story behind the sisters, Marian and Betty - look it up!
Offscreen, things weren’t so good, as Betty had replaced the beloved Judy Garland, who’d fallen once more victim to her insecurities. All things considered, I think she did much better than Judy would’ve - and there’s folks who’d refuse to talk to me over that opinion, lol.
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Sorry this took longer than expected!
I went to a special event a couple of times back in the late 1970’s-early 1980/s, which was basically a bi-annual bacchanalian evening of lasciviousness. Cost of entry was $15, or $7.50 if you came in costume, or free if you didn’t come in costume (there was a coat rack just inside the door). There were films, strippers of both conventional sexes, dancing, skinny-dipping in the pool in the basement of the building, etc. And of course a costume contest.
A woman, somewhat petite with mousey blonde straight hair, looking like someone out of a medieval painting, came wearing nothing but a very large (10"-12" circumference) LIVE snake wrapped like a scarf around her shoulders, and carrying a red apple.
Yeah, she won the contest that year!
And no, I do not have a photo. No cameras allowed, for obvious reasons. But the image is burned in my brain.
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