Three Tiny Ladies
Well, it’s day 30 of 30 for NaBloPoMo, and although I missed a day I’m going to finish in fine style. I updated my walking today by a little, and I have a new-to-me item for show-and-tell! I’m not going to lie to you, this was a horrible month to try to gallop suddenly into daily blog posting. I moved, I adopted a dog, I’ve been working on two websites plus my normal job, there was a traveling holiday … I just don’t know what I was thinking. On the other hand, it was a busy month, full of change, and I’m glad to have recorded so much of it.
Back to the show-and-tell. I made a stop in at my mom’s on the way home from my MIL’s house the other day. My mom had a terrible cold last week, poor woman. It was terrible to hear her, although by the time I got there it was dying down to laryngitis. I was, as usual, rummaging through her stuff while there, and on this occasion I happened into the linen closet, where I found these things, which she let me keep! First this:
And this gorgeous fellow.
And these. Aren’t those just too cute? Kittens in flowers? Wow! Who does that?
The story is that my mom received these six embroidered, handmade pillowcases with handmade trim for her wedding from three really tiny ladies she knew grewing up in Demmark. All three ladies were sisters (Mrs. Houston, Mrs. ? and Mrs. ?, forgot the names!). She was married in … 1967? so these are around 40 years old. What shall I do with them? I don’t know. For now I shall hoard them as lovely memories of until I figure out the perfect thing to do.
Crafting in the World
FIRST OF ALL: If you live in Austin, you should know that Amy’s Ice Cream is making peppermint bark. If you buy a box of it (it’s small), they will then kindly let you make your bark into a crush’n, which they will then add to your scoop or pint of ice cream. I recommend dark chocolate. It is FABULOUS. If you don’t live in Austin, my apologies. You should visit and I will take you there.
Moving right along …
Although sometimes it seems crafters are off in their own little world, it’s not really true. Consider ICD-9 codes (that’s International Statistical Classification of Diseases and Related Health Problems to you). These are the codes doctors assign our charts to tell health insurance companies about what they’ve diagnosed us with. Yes, I DO work in a medical clinic. But check out this one:
E0.00 Injury or illness due to knitting and crochet.
Yes, it does exist. We have our own diagnosis! I had fun thinking about what sorts of things might fall under this diagnosis code. Are people being stabbed with knitting needles? Blindness from a poor color combination choice? Development of obsessive-compulsive disorder due to inability to put down the hook? Suffocation under yarn stashes that got out of hand? More likely repetitive stress injury or maybe intracranial injury, but it’s interesting to imagine.
Then, earlier today I was on New Yorker Jeffrey Zeldman’s website looking into Blue Beanie Day – which is a day for people to show support for web standards. It was the webmaster in me going there, but imagine my surprise when I was reading through the comments and the crafter side of me saw this:
OMG! The Knitting Nest is a south Austin LYS that I go to. Neat! So then I clicked on that bit.ly ink and saw this.
The interwebs make it such a small world.
Flower Death What?
(mostly) Wordless Wednesdays presents:
DEATH SHED … with flower! Yeah, I don’t understand either. Courtesy of my neighborhood.
