Joke From The 40's

I found this old joke in Mom's stuff. Not completely politically correct, but none the less funny.

Love Letters

How beautiful is this!!!!!!!(click on the letters to view them larger.)

Crochet Subculture

The craft show I exhibited at was a success. I made over $200! $200 will buy a lot of yarn. It was fun having everyone ooh and aah over my stuff. Sometimes people's reactions surprise me. Crochet seems so simple to me and they make me feel like some kind of yarn god. I guess it's like anything else, the more you do it the easier it is. People who have never crocheted are amazed. People who do crochet act not impressed and are sometimes even rude. I call them crochet snobs. Crochet snobs are different from crochet Nazis. Nazis want to be important so they share their designs, but they want control over who makes them. Then you have the snobs that think they can do better than everyone else; or even if they can't they try to make it seem so. I used to be a selfish crocheter. Everything I made I wanted to keep. I couldn't bear parting with things or even selling things. I could never charge what the items are worth based on the time involved. No one would buy them. I have pretty much come to terms with my selfishness. Mainly since most of the things I make now are for babies. If I don't sell or give away the baby items, I will have to rent a storage space to keep them. Still, however; if I make something like an adult size sweater, I keep it for myself. Anything that takes a long time stays with me. I could keep a small village warm for the winter with the amount of shawls, ponchos and sweaters I have made that are stuffed in a storage box under my bed.

I like making items for babies because they are soooooo cute and tiny. They generally don't take a long time to make relative to making something for an adult of the same pattern. Also, people tend to keep handmade items that their babies wore as heirlooms or keepsakes. The chance of a next generation wearing one of my crochet creations is likely. I like that idea. I guess that makes me somewhat of a crochet narcissist.

Happy Birthday

I didn't forget to wish Joe a Happy Birthday on the 8th, but I didn't have time to post it. I was too busy catering to his every whim. He got breakfast in bed, a professional massage, three tiered birthday cake, gourmet dinner, and I let him have the big TV all day so he could watch horse racing. He was in birthday heaven. I am such a good wife!

I lied, he only got the last two things. Listening to horse racing all day was a huge sacrifice for me, so yeah; I am a good wife.

Happy Birthday my little love bug!