"Fichu!" ("...gesundheit!!")
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Last night, I attended a knitter's St. Patrick's Day Party. I was happy to skip the green beer, and other drunken shenanigans. Robb calls St. Patrick's Day, along with New Year's Eve, Cinco de Mayo, and Mardi Gras, one of America's great Drinking Holidays. As a former bartender, I call it Amateur's Night.
I was happy for an excuse to wear the alpaca lace fichu that I knit whilst traveling last month. (Heck, I was happy for an excuse to wear my weird Victorian mother of pearl pointing finger brooch!)
I got an email from my stepmother, who tells me that the sweater I knit her is a success. Anne loves sweaters, and I had determined to knit her a big warm hug of a sweater. Back when I was visiting in November, I snuck upstairs and took measurements from one of the sweaters I had seen her wearing. And then I knit and knit. I tried to knit warm feelings into every stitch, but the experience was bittersweet, because I knew that I would be giving her the sweater when I went to France for my father's funeral.
Still, I knit in happy colors, and with kind thoughts, and I'm glad that the sweater suits her.
Robb took this photo. I was pretty tired from a day at work, so I asked him to crop off my face. I have a digital single lens reflex camera, which means that Robb has to look through the viewfinder to compose a photograph. My camera doesn't preview the shot on a little screen. Robb's continued issues with balance made the photo session woefully comic. When he looked through the viewfinder, he would almost immediately lose his balance. Which would mean that he would have screwed up the composition, which means that he would have to look through the viewfinder again. And so on.
Last night, I attended a knitter's St. Patrick's Day Party. I was happy to skip the green beer, and other drunken shenanigans. Robb calls St. Patrick's Day, along with New Year's Eve, Cinco de Mayo, and Mardi Gras, one of America's great Drinking Holidays. As a former bartender, I call it Amateur's Night.
I was happy for an excuse to wear the alpaca lace fichu that I knit whilst traveling last month. (Heck, I was happy for an excuse to wear my weird Victorian mother of pearl pointing finger brooch!)
I got an email from my stepmother, who tells me that the sweater I knit her is a success. Anne loves sweaters, and I had determined to knit her a big warm hug of a sweater. Back when I was visiting in November, I snuck upstairs and took measurements from one of the sweaters I had seen her wearing. And then I knit and knit. I tried to knit warm feelings into every stitch, but the experience was bittersweet, because I knew that I would be giving her the sweater when I went to France for my father's funeral.
Still, I knit in happy colors, and with kind thoughts, and I'm glad that the sweater suits her.
Robb took this photo. I was pretty tired from a day at work, so I asked him to crop off my face. I have a digital single lens reflex camera, which means that Robb has to look through the viewfinder to compose a photograph. My camera doesn't preview the shot on a little screen. Robb's continued issues with balance made the photo session woefully comic. When he looked through the viewfinder, he would almost immediately lose his balance. Which would mean that he would have screwed up the composition, which means that he would have to look through the viewfinder again. And so on.
Comments
Don't forget Halloween.
- another former bartender
=) Wild Rose
I dont drink, but I used to. As time goes by I realize I need what few brain cells I have left just to get thru the day!
Annalisa
Christmas is always a big drinking holiday for my family--it's a long, slow drunk day, starts with amaretto in the coffee and passes through mimosas with the previous night's champagne all the way through spritzers at lunch, wine with dinner, and cocktails late into the evening. Typically at least three gifts under the tree will go "bloop-sploosh" when you shake them. I don't normally support recreational alcoholism, but in my family a mimosa is a gesture of love.
I love how you knitted a big sweater of love for your step-mother. I bet she appreciates it more than you will ever know and feels the love every time she wears it. Your heart is in the right place, lisa.
Hugs to you,
Marm
Since the kid is underage, we just celebrate the major Candy Holidays: Valentine's, Easter, Halloween and maybe Christmas. Throw in a few summer birthday pinatas and you need never buy candy for the kids.
Suzi