If nothing else this al-fa-bet-along makes for good titles.
Meanwhile back at the ranch... Last night Mr. Sophanne and I noticed a speedy driver on a rural-ish road. This was the conversation:
mrs- Hey he should slow down. that's dangerous
mr- yea, there are deer out here.
mrs- and turkeys. Now that it's turkey hunting season in WV all of the turkeys have been coming to PA
mr- yea because they don't have a pro football team.
It doesn't really mean anything. It just makes me laugh the stuff that makes for surreal conversation. (my favorite kind)
At knit night last night J's mom talked about a spinner she knew retiring her last sheep. That made me (and really not many others) laugh like crazy. Does the sheep get social security? How about a gold watch? Is it engraved with Baa-aa? I can so entertain myself.
During a discussion on appropriate baby colors when you don't know the sex of the newborn to be, I said, "the yellow I knit for a baby with was pretty girly-" She said, "you have to be careful of yellow, they can make a baby looked jaundiced." I said, "and the greens because then they make them look like aliens."
KNQD had a "magic marble" kaleidoscopey sort of contraption. I've always loved those but if you've never played with one in a yarn store, you are so missing out on the magic. Get thee to a thrift store and then to the LYS and enter the psychedelic world of yarn through a marble.
More colors for Babette. That Mr. Sophanne is starting to catch on. Last night he asked- "Aren't you going to a yarn festival? Why did you buy more yarn now?" I cleverly said, "Oh yeah, oh well."
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Very observant, that Mr. Sophanne!!
I'll bet you like Monty Python, too. I love 'em.
We have a running joke for every box or bag on the roadway, "Don't hit that, it could have kittens in it!" It is borrowed from a stand up comedian.
I have never seen a baby, a really little one, in green. Yellow, yes, but not green. Mmmmm
This is coming from a mother of two, but little babies look strange no matter what they're wrapped in. And then it's not long before they're running around naked anyway because they've decided they no longer like clothes. And sometimes, we don't quite outgrow that stage, do we! ;-)
OK Mr. Sophanne now needs to go back to his lovely land of oblivion. He's paying f-aaa-rrr much to attention to the knitting/stashing I fear.
I hope a retired sheep doesn't find themselves going to dinner...as the main coarse.
I think it is turkey season here in PA too. Or at least it was the other day, had to chase some off my propety in Carmichaels.
must be the football team then. heh heh
Saying to a knitter, "you're going to a yarn festival, so why did you just buy yarn?" is like saying to an eater, "You're going out to dinner tomorrow night, so why did you just eat that?"
Nothing against Mr. Sophanne, it's just one of those things that only the seriously yarn-obsessed understand.
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