(With apologies to Abba's "Ring Ring")
I was sorting through my clothes
I was assessing all of those
That I shouldn't wear now that I'm a bit past forty
Experts say nothing terribly tight
Or too short, bold or bright
There's so little choice now that I'm over the hill and warty
And I'm down and feeling blue
Cos I dont know what to do with ...
Bling, bling. Can I still wear it at all?
Bling, bling: see I bought more than one ball
Bling, bling: I fear its my downfall
And I sit here admiring it secretly
Will people understand the need in me?
To wear bling, bling (I really don't mean to appall).
So bling, bling, I'm secretly knitting a ball
Four balls of merino/nylon/lame blend yarn bought on sale. A completely inappropriate purchase, but ahhh .... so shiny.