A Public Service

I have written before about my problem with scarves---but now I've found this!

Evenings in Paris with Old Lady Arms

My Texas daughter has spent much too much time looking through weird catalogs, considering the weird things for sale.  The rest of the family hopes she puts them in the recycling bin before bad things happen.

However, I just received a copy of the Vermont Country Store catalog and I found a couple of memories.  First of all, there is this:

What a miracle!!!  Just 30 minutes a day with these wraps and double chins and jiggly arms are gone!

And jiggly arms remind me of my sister:

She is the child on the left.  Isn't she cute?  Red hair, freckles.  And everyone who saw her said,"Isn't she cute?"  I heard this over and over and over...

We were at our elementary school one day so that my mother and my sister's teacher could discuss something.  (Probably how cute she was........)

Suddenly my sister said to her teacher, "My sister wants to know what that stuff is that hangs down from your arm."  Oh, great.  Implicate me.  I am sure I had wondered nothing of the sort.  I was a kind child.

My mother was suitably horrified.  And my sister wasn't so cute right then.

Now on to something sort of related.

We only had one "department" store - a dime store - in the town I grew up in and it sold Evening in Paris perfume. Thanks to how cheap it was and how many students bought it at Christmas time for their teachers, they must have sold a lot of it.  I don't remember what it smelled like, but that cobalt blue bottle with the fancy silver label indicated to us that it was VERY special stuff.  

If the teachers held on to their stash of this perfume (and they are still alive), I guess they could sell it for a nice sum now; the current price is $49.00.

Maybe my daughter can find some on Ebay in case her children need teacher gifts.

Finished!

Except for an uncountable number of stitches to make the chartreuse i-cord around the entire perimeter of the wrap.

2 x 495 + 2 x ? = I don't want to know.

It's Official

This man, actor Channing Tatum, has been selected by People Magazine as 2012's Sexiest Man Alive.  I don't know who he is.  I've heard the name, but I thought it was the name of an actress.

I am officially old.

On an Old Wreck

Of a car, this would be funny or ironic or cool. On anything else, it seems like bragging. (I have no idea what this car is.)

Been There, Done That, Bought the Shirt...

literally.

What we didn't buy was a lot of yarn.  This was our fourth year at SAFF, so I guess we've become more blasé or selective or something.  

I bought yarn for just one project:  The Shetland Garden Faroese Shawl:

knit from The Unique Sheep's Tinsel Toe yarn, gold to green gradient colorway:

This shawl has eight charts.  And all four of us bought a kit.  What WERE we thinking???

(Yarn fumes.  It's the only answer.)

My only other purchase was some bison yarn for older daughter:

I have, over the years, purchased yarn made from llama, alpaca, sheep (of course), mink, cashmere, mohair, possum, and now bison.  

So that was the Fair.

Random shots from the weekend:

A trucker with a good Halloween sense of humor...or a trucker we don't want to meet---

 Some well-packed dogs.

Our little rented house in Weaverville, NC.  It's a lot larger than it looks thanks to an addition on the back.

Welcome to Weaverville!!! They are such kind and generous folks.

Really, they are.  We spent some time in greater downtown Weaverville.

Some truly great decorating.

And that's all, folks!

Ooops. No it's not.  I forgot our mascot, provided by Sallyknit!

That's all Blogger would let me transfer from my phone, but I'm sure you remember the rest of the lyrics.

Listen to them enough, as we did, and you may never forget them.