Mindless Bit O'Fluff
I'm happy to have finished up the Mindless Bit O'Fluff, and moved on to other things. Here's what it looks like, in use:
I know I'm standing correctly, in the position the sweater requires, cause that's what the pattern dictates:
Much as I love to diss vintage patterns, occasionally they're just fine, on account of being Classic. This one is from "Campus Hand Knits for Men and Women," from Bear Brand Yarns, 1963. There are some sillier designs in there, but I'm saving them for Later, someday when I Run Out of Things To Say.
As you can see in the picture above, it snowed recently -- I think it was last night or this morning, but who knows. I guess the weather people do. I'm not asking, cause I don't care. I've become numbed to the ice and snow. Snow. Ice. Ice. Snow. Endless. Pretty today, though. Nice trees.
So while I was working out the menus for the week, I was feeling housewifely, and decided that we need to use up some of the ham bones in the freezer, so I thought I'd make split pea soup. Which I've never done before, on account of it's not one of my favorites. But I suspected it might be beloved by Sam, who's that sort of guy. Indeed, yes. He's all happy.
And the thought of split pea soup knocked loose a couple of rural South Carolina memories in his head; he remembers his mama talking about a cousin who continually sang a song which contained the line "Run to the ham bone; bite off the end."
Right.
Also, he remembers that the favorite saying of one of his uncles was " The flatter the plate, the fewer the soup."
Right.
I tell you, East Texans pale sometimes in comparison to those Carolinians. I got nothing to beat that stuff. Dad, can you help out here? You got some East Texan saying concerning ham soup?
Sam also thinks that I can gracefully figure out a way to mention his orchids, of which he is Very Proud. Yes, honey, I can, on account of I am able to write my way out of a paper bag.
Get ready for the extraordinarily graceful segue:
Look! Here's Sam's orchid!
I know I'm standing correctly, in the position the sweater requires, cause that's what the pattern dictates:
Much as I love to diss vintage patterns, occasionally they're just fine, on account of being Classic. This one is from "Campus Hand Knits for Men and Women," from Bear Brand Yarns, 1963. There are some sillier designs in there, but I'm saving them for Later, someday when I Run Out of Things To Say.
As you can see in the picture above, it snowed recently -- I think it was last night or this morning, but who knows. I guess the weather people do. I'm not asking, cause I don't care. I've become numbed to the ice and snow. Snow. Ice. Ice. Snow. Endless. Pretty today, though. Nice trees.
So while I was working out the menus for the week, I was feeling housewifely, and decided that we need to use up some of the ham bones in the freezer, so I thought I'd make split pea soup. Which I've never done before, on account of it's not one of my favorites. But I suspected it might be beloved by Sam, who's that sort of guy. Indeed, yes. He's all happy.
And the thought of split pea soup knocked loose a couple of rural South Carolina memories in his head; he remembers his mama talking about a cousin who continually sang a song which contained the line "Run to the ham bone; bite off the end."
Right.
Also, he remembers that the favorite saying of one of his uncles was " The flatter the plate, the fewer the soup."
Right.
I tell you, East Texans pale sometimes in comparison to those Carolinians. I got nothing to beat that stuff. Dad, can you help out here? You got some East Texan saying concerning ham soup?
Sam also thinks that I can gracefully figure out a way to mention his orchids, of which he is Very Proud. Yes, honey, I can, on account of I am able to write my way out of a paper bag.
Get ready for the extraordinarily graceful segue:
Look! Here's Sam's orchid!
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