One thing about blogging – it allows us to document and share all sorts of ephemera that would otherwise slip away unnoticed by anyone else. Sometimes that might be for the best, but usually, it’s those fleeting glimpses into your lives that really help me feel close to all of you. Hopefully that isn’t just me! 😉
Allow me to present the Stumbling Over Chaos “But since I wasn’t blogging then…” contest. Think of something that happened before you started blogging, something that, had you been blogging, you would have shared with us. Describe that event in a comment to this post before 5 pm CDT (ack!), Monday, March 19. (If you don’t blog, this contest will be particularly easy!)
What? You want me to start? Ok. Back when the Chaos Kitty was a wee kitten (only about 8 pounds or so, instead of the strapping 16 pounds he is now), he started to climb my long summer weight bathrobe (made from a nice textured t-shirt material), which was hanging on the back of my bedroom door. It was winter or early spring, so I wasn’t wearing that bathrobe and didn’t pay any attention to it. After the weather started to warm up, I pulled the bathrobe from its hook to discover that it was now a swiss cheese style bathrobe! Apparently, when an 8-pound kitten repeatedly climbs stretchy, lightweight fabric, there are dire consequences for said fabric. My poor bathrobe suddenly wasn’t good for covering much of anything and I had to throw it away. Now, if I had been blogging back then, I would’ve thoroughly documented this (although I would’ve been dressed underneath the robe, sheesh), as I have documented other tales of Chaotic naughtiness, but since I wasn’t blogging then…
And since I wasn’t blogging back during the memorable summer that I went on over 30 coffee dates (oh, the magic of internet dating… heh), you’ll all just have to wonder what the blow by blow on that would’ve been like. A hint – I went on maybe two second dates and no third dates. The tagline for my blog? Not joking!
Anyway. Winners will be selected by random number and there will be an assortment of prizes. No non-knitters will be forced to take yarn, unless, of course, they’re interested in learning to knit.
A bag of Briggs & Little Atlantic in mulberry (10 skeins, 1350 yards total):
“The tags make excellent snacks!” -M
“But what I really want is to get into that bag!” -M
A skein of Sunshine Yarns sock yarn in Denim:
“This looks like a fun toy, too…” -M
A skein of Trekking XXL, color 144:
“…or this…” -M
A skein of Dicentra Designs superwash sock yarn in Kingsfoil:
“You are so mean, not letting me play with these, Mom!” -M
A copy of Knitting Rules!, autographed by the Yarn Harlot herself to “Friend of Chaos”:
“Stay away from this one, May, because it’s all about me.” -C
Since my blogging life is just approaching the 1 year mark, there is much of my life that has not been fodder for my blog. One thing that I would have blogged about was my learning to knit. Last September was my 2 year knitiversary, from the first wobbly steps to discovering good yarn – thereby starting stash – these are things that were not included in bloglife.
Yay! Contest!
Hmmm… Probably the time Atticus ate 3 pieces of fruit cake that had been left on the window sill to defrost (I actually LOVE fruit cake…can’t eat it any longer, *sniff*). He managed to get the Saran Wrap off of it, and smelled of nutmeg for DAYS. Oh, that and when my sister eloped!
Oye, this might be rough as I generally use my blog in place of the memory I lost long ago!
Did you find a swapper for that book?
What a fun idea! I wasn’t blogging when my kitty, Maxwell, was hit by a car. I could have definitely used some bloggy love back then.
Let’s see…before I blogged…
how about the time I ran over my own foot? Yeah…with my car. Heh, I’ll have to post about that just for the laugh.
I would have told you about my shotgun wedding! Seven months pregnant and no one knew about it. No guests or honeymoon:-(
Fun contest! I would have blogged about the year most of us went out for a movie on Christmas afternoon, and Gracie (the not-wonder dog) got into a box of See’s Candy that my mother had received as a gift. DH had to take her to the emergency vet. When we all returned, DH teased my mother about trying to kill our dog. She promptly burst into tears and locked herself in the guest bedroom until dinner. Fortunately, by the next Christmas, she’d recovered enough to laugh heartily when she opened a package with See’s Candy–from Gracie. Oh, the blogging fun I could have had with both of those Christmases.
Y’all probably would have had to hear all about my pregnancy woes, which–on second thought–are probably better kept to myself. Be GLAD I wasn’t blogging then!! 🙂
Well how far back could we go? If I been blogging in 1982 when I came to Finland for 6 months I would have blogged about that (and written about how I’m still here.)
Or I probably would have blogged about bringing up my son bilingual. How nice it would be to look back at how his vocabulary developed and laugh at what he said.
I would have blogged a lot of stories about the kid, of course. Or perhaps about my own total cluelessness as a mother…
The shortest of which is that when the Kid was about 6 months old (and was still the only grandchild on both sides of the family) we attended a family birthday party. I had the baby on my lap while we sat at the table between his grandmother and great-grandmother. While I was regretfully explaining to his complaining grandmother that the baby’s severe hypoglycemia meant that she wasn’t allowed to offer him any of her delicious cake, HE was busily grabbing up fistfuls of thickly frosted goodness from his great-grandmother’s plate and gleefully stuffing them in his face…
In early 1979, I was an extra in the Blues Brothers movie (with Dan Aykroyd and John Belushi). The scenes are at the end of the movie, the “concert” show. Those were shot at the Hollywood Palladium and I went just one day, was paid $80 and got a box lunch. Most of all, John and Dan came out and entertained the crowd several times during the 10 hours we were there. And the coolest thing was seeing Cab Calloway perform. It was a blast, and I can pick myself out of the crowd scene on the DVD.
That’s my first 15 minutes of fame 🙂
If I had been blogging years ago, everyone would have heard about my parent’s dog, Taffy. I was taking care of her while my parents were on vacation and while I was over at Josh’s house one day she managed to get into a bag of chocolate covered expresso beans. I was horrified to discover this later that evening becuase chocolate is very bad for dogs. It was too late to call the vet, so I stayed up with Taffy in case she got sick. Well, she wasn’t sick, but she spent all night running around, jumping in the air, and bringing me toys. Apparently the expresso beans just made her hyper!
I would have documented my progress on the Ballet Wrap from Interweave Knits Spring (maybe 2005 since I made it shortly before blogging; I’m really too lazy to go find the right mag right now as usual, but it’s on the cover in pink and by Norah Gaughan.) Anyway, I had finished the front and nearly the back and had realized that my purling rows were a bit looser than my knitting rows. Didn’t matter so much for lace, but this was my first sweater and it had to be perfect and it really showed, so I started over, just knitting straight from the old pieces and I got my purling rows to be the same gauge. It looked much better and I’m happy I did it though it was a pain at the time. There was a bit of swearing involved and it would have made for fun documentation because I could actually laugh over it.
The time when I was in my eighth month in a heat wave in August and the power went out for three days! As soon as power was restored, of course. Did I mention that we could constantly hear the generator the guy across the street was running?
What an excellent contest!
When I was in college I took care of a German Shepherd– Buddy — in my dorm for a few days — long story, and hoo yes it was against the rules! On the first night he spent with me he laid at the end of my (extra-long, super-narrow) bed. He was in the way of my feet so I nudged him a bit until he stood up, walked to the top of the bed, curled around my head and whimpered until I pet his leg, which made him fall asleep.
OOOOH he was snuggly. Here he is giving me a smooch on the nose: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v186/melosond/DSC01647.jpg
I’m a very new newby in this blog thing, 3 months new, and to my utter horror, my life is so very un-blog worthy, so I would make up stuff like the time I was abducted by aliens and forced to mother a whole new race of human hybreds to repopulate the moon…..yeah, something along those lines I think….
I would have blogged about the time Julia was 9 months old and rolled over on to an antique auto harp that was my grandmother’s, full of family history, that was propped up on the wall of our living room, and how it fell over on to her head and gave her a small puncture wound, and how the blood literally squirted out of her head and ran down her neck and shoulders. I would have blogged about how I totally freaked out, went into hysterics and called 911, and how although she was FINE, because the head is very vascular and head wounds bleed a lot without it being very serious, I stayed up almost all night sitting beside her crib making sure she didn’t fall into an auto harp puncture wound induced coma. And how the next day I was so tired I didn’t know whether to wind my butt or scratch my watch and I had her on the couch with me and she rolled off of it and landed face-first on the hardwood floor and I sat in the middle of the kitchen floor and cried because I realized then I had no idea what I’d gotten myself into.
I would have blogged about that.
My cat Gracie never got on my kitchen counters….for some reason this just did not interest her. BUT…….every since my Grandmother was no longer able to bake I have made her special pumpkin pies for our Thanksgiving family dinner, generally make 6-8 pies every year. WELL……THIS particular year Gracie decided to check out the whole pie making thing. Over the course of the evening I had 6 pies that year sitting on my counter cooling until time for bed. Imagine my surprise when I went to put the pies in the fridge to discover one PERFECT paw pring in the center of EACH pie!! These pies are our tradition….no time to bake more…..so, I put one perfect little dollop of whipped cream in the center of each pie and no one was the wiser!!! LOL!!!
I would have blogged about taking home Sally and Willowpede when they were very tiny and also about when their sister Happy came to be babysitted for a week. I would have blogged about learning to knit at the art store I worked at – and the crazy things people used to ask me about there every day ;o)
I probably would have blogged about planning my wedding and how proud I was to keep it on the cheap. Especially compared to a girlfriend who was getting married a month or so before me. I got married at home – she got married at a minor league baseball stadium. I had 35 guests, she had 250. My dress was beautiful – hers was ill-fitting and completely unflattering. (Heh.)
Of course, now I can blog about how great my husband is. (Hers is a total and complete ass.)
Chris- I just found out a few things in these comments- Marina!
What would I have blogged about? How about meeting my now DH at work, thinking he was an A-hole, marrying him, and still thinking he was an A-hole?
Just kidding, he’s a great guy
hmmm… I think my first car’s (a Mercury Lynx) tire woes would have made good blog fodder. by the end, each tire had it’s own problem (though one tire didn’t provide nearly as much entertainment as the other three)
tire problem #1 (front right): I notice a wobbly sound, particularly as I’m slowing down and turning. somehow I figured out that the lugnuts were loose and that’s why it was wobbling so bad. problem #2: very bald front tires (to the point you can see the little metal bits poking out of the rubber). problem #3 (back right): driving around a curve on my way into work (in a small city and thankfully not on a main road), the back of my car thuds to the ground – I look into my rearview mirror and see my tire rolling across the road behind me. (I blame this incident on the ex who was going to be learning to be an auto mechanic. I think he forgot something important while replacing my brakes.) problem #4, the final tire fiasco (back left): say that this is what tire support looks like: !-! (with the dots being the wheels and the dash the axel that connects them and the two uprights that support it all). the upright rusted out and so the tire was leaning against it. all the while rubber is scraping against the metal as I drive. by the time we were finally taking it in to trade-in on my new car, my dh following me and watching little bits of rubber fly off as I drive, the rubber had worn a white ring on the inside of the tire.
ah, the memories. sadly, there are no photos. (though the video in my mind of the tire rolling across the road behind me is quite funny. too bad I can’t extract it for all to view.)
Hmm, I would have to say my blog post, if I had been blogging in May of 2000, would have been our wonderful trip to Italy. Hubster went over for business and I got to tag along. We saw Venice-hated it, Monfalcone-loved it (even drooled over a yarn shop but didn’t know how to knit then), and Rome-the favorite!!!
Or meeting my Hubster at a speed boat race. He was very drunk and very funny.
Or the time I downed 7 Tequilas and ended up being carried out of the bar, slung over a friend’s shoulder, with my skirt around my waist. Thank goodness for slips. Then I walked into my house with my purse around my ankle.
But let’s not talk about that. Definitely Italy.
Hmm, how about the first knit project that I tackled, the baby blanket from Stich and Bitch. It got frogged 8 times, the ends were woven in horribly, the blanket is NOT machine washable, and when I blocked it, I just stretched it out to the area I thought it should be. It ended up looking like a really wonky rectangle/trapezoid… I didn’t know any better! I haven’t heard from that blankie since it was gifted, I’m guessing their dogs ate it.
What great yarn! I’ve been dying to get some Dicentra yarn and even saw some in Oakland, but not their sock yarn and not a gorgeous color like you got – great haul!
You know, I totally didn’t read the post clearly, and didn’t realize this was your contest! So in the interest of being forced to take yarn, I’ll give this story:
When I was pregnant the first time I got a huge blood clot and was hospitalized for 5 weeks. The kicker – I couldn’t do much of anything except watch TV because I had to lay down with my leg elevated. I couldn’t read even because that would mean holding my arms up to hold the book. I might have been able to knit, though, as long as I didn’t have to look at my hands too much. Now I’d love to have 5 weeks of unadulterated sleeping time, or stockinette knitting time. I definitely got caught up on my Law and Order and L.A. Law.
Ok…definitely NOT blogging 30 years ago, when, driving back home to prepare for my wedding day, I was stopped for speeding on a lonely stretch of road. (I swear I was going downhill in a car without speed control and it only picked up 3 mph over the limit!) It was a HOT August day and I didn’t have A/C in the car. The windows were rolled almost completely UP. The cop (a nice guy actually) said, “roll down your window please, m’am” and I said, “I can’t, the cat will jump out.” He leaned down and peered inside to find a long-haired black cat sitting on the headrest behind my head. A blonde short-haired cat peeked from inside my shoulder bag. “Open the window to sign this and I’ll make sure he doesn’t jump out.” As I signed the speed warning (no I didn’t get a ticket – I was a good-looking, 21-year old blonde, but I’m convinced it was the cat on the headrest that saved me!) he stroked ears and gently dissuaded black kitty (who’s name was Samurai) from jumping out.
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I’m going on 5 years blogging now…whoa. I need to look back and see what I missed
I would have blogged about being so much in denial about my first son’s allergies. Hmm … ate a spoonful of yogurt, then vomited and got hives. Oh well, he’ll grow out of it, let’s try again in a month. (Same result — and I stupidly kept on trying every month for several months.) Threw up cashews? Well, he can’t have an allergy, he must have had some bad rice. Got tiny red skin prickles when daddy was eating pistachios — that’s not a REAL reaction, I just need to get my eyes checked.
Denial is a strong force — glad that I’m out of it now. He’s 3 and a half years old now, and still alive. And I’m not in denial any more.
In the kitty dept, I would have blogged about one of my previous (now gone, but still much loved) cats, Bert, who used at least a few of his nine lives when he rode 18 miles to work with me, which I didn’t even know about until I was almost there, sitting at a light, and heard my car meowing!!!! Pulled over, looked everywhere. Finally opened the hood, and there he was sitting on top of the engine, where he had been sitting the whole time squished between the top of the engine and the hood!! He didn’t even meow until his paws got hot. Not a scratch on him, either. But the folks at work looked at me a little funny when I carried him in the door so I could call my boyfriend to come pick him up! By the way, Bert never got to go outside again after THAT escapade!
Since I haven’t blogged for a few months, (not sure why!!) I would have blogged about caring for 5 grandkids for 10 days straight!!! Getting them up, breakfast,to school,to soccer, kindergym, kindermusic…yikes, does it ever end?? and trying to finish various socks and other projects admist the insaanity..it kept me sane believe me!!
I would have blogged the mess I made with 1500 yards of red laceweight cashmere, trying to wind it off my knees since I was swift-less! Of course, I may get a chance to reprise that as I got a very tangly skein of silk at Stitches, and I’m afraid it’s going to be everywhere, swift or no swift.
Or cat stories–gotcha cat stories right here. Bailey arrived in a box, covered in grease, direct from under the hood of a friend’s car. Fleas, eye infection, he was a mess. My daughter took him to the vet where they gave her pink medicine for the infection, so she faithfully dropped it into his eyes twice a day. Of course, it was meant to go in his mouth…he survived.
I would have blogged about the time I was cutting my hair and I got my middle finger stuck in the loop of the sissors. I didn’t get it off before right away – only to have discovered that the sissors were now stuck on my hand. Soap and water didn’t work. I had cut off the section passed the loop hoping to make it easier to pull off (the little hook at the top of the loop stayed – by the way… did you know that metal heats up when being cut with a hacksaw?). That didn’t help. I slept with it on, I took my morning walk without mittens – hoping it would make my fingers smaller and it would slide off. Nope. Went to work with it still attached (but the hook on the inside of my palm, not facing the outside)and brought a hack saw with me. I tried to cut it off. Nope, just a lot of scraping the back of my hand and knuckles. Eventually I had my husband go to my dad and borrow his bolt cutters. (I made him not to let dad ask any questions.) We were able to cut it off and keep the finger:-) I am such a dork.
I think, definitely the time I’d put on a tank top but was about to put on underpants. I opened the drawer for underpants, the whole drawer came out and landed corner-first onto my second toe on the right foot. This was an art deco solid wood dovetailed drawer. In other words,? HEAVY. POINTY. PAINFUL.
Ye g-ds the pain. It was like a sylvester kitty moment with all the floating yellow birdies around my head, and I was on the floor with no underpants on in a yoga position clutching my foot, breathing very very very very very very very carefully.
My roommate was definitely perplexed when she walked in and saw that.
The toe? Broken. The blog fodder it could have generated? Priceless.
Oh my,there are just so many things I’d have blogged about. I don’t know how we survived before blogs; we now have so many friends to turn to when we want to share a funny story or need a hug. Here is just one story I’ll share now, that I definitely would have shared when it happened.
My husband used to work nights for the first 6 or 7 years of Samm’s life, so I would let her sleep with me (more for me than her). One night when she was about 18 months old, she had pineapples for desert and in the middle of the night she reached right over and put her face right in my face and shared those pineapples with me! Yep, puked pineapple all over my face. It was all I could do not to puke right back at her! DISGUSTING I know, but I definitely would have shared it with you 🙂
I just discovered your blog and really enjoy it.
I was lucky to jump into blogging right when I first started knitting, so a lot of my knitting learning experience is documented.
But I probably would have blogged about being pregnant with my son and carrying around a stuffed teddy bear and pushing it into the stroller because I wanted to prepare our dog for bringing home a new baby.
I think the dog thought I was insane. (She’s been absolutely wonderful with the kid.)
There’s pictures of me doing this somewhere…
Hmmm, probably about the time that my cell phone company sent me a 250 page bill in a FedEx box, claiming I owed them $2500 for using 40,000 text messages in one month. That was a good laugh, after waiting for hours on the phone to get it all sorted out…
I was not blogging during my pregnancy and I really wish I had. I was weirdly superstitious during my pregnancy and refused to knit ANYTHING for the baby until she was born. So, instead of knitting, I bought knitting books and looked at patterns to plan what I’d make.
I guess I would have blogged about getting my pup, Dylan Thomas. He was a yard dog at my work and my boss was afraid he would get run over by a truck so he said he had to go. I was standing at his desk and said, “I’ll take him.” I had no idea why I said it, but to this day (9 years later), I am so grateful I got to have this litte boy in my life. He had to be dipped 3 times for sarcophigal mange. $350 for a free dog.
Woohooo! A contest! As my 46th birthday approaches (rapidly), I am remembering the spring I turned 40. I managed to give myself a concussion. By sneezing. I hit my temple on the grab bar while I was waiting for the water to get hot to take a shower. The doc had me come RIGHT NOW (I waited until I had showered and dressed) to get a cat scan…there was a huge blizzard, but that meant no waiting lines. I remembered to tell folks at tae kwon do not to hit me in the head, until about 2 weeks later, when 6’3″ and 240 lbs (I’m 5’8″ and 150) clocked me in the head, hard. I literally dropped to my knees and saw stars. Can you say reconcuss? I was a little loopy for a bit after that (don’t listen to anybody who says, what is different about that). Let’s see… That same spring I was getting a dish out of the closet (no cabinets, just a dish closet) and noticed it was warm in there. I was thinking, why is it warm in here, the woodstove usually downdrafts near the other door, why here, in the corner, near my hand. So I looked… and… my shirt was on fire! Luckily it was a cotton shirt, and by reflex I just smacked it with my hand and it went out. I had been cooking and because of the boobage, the shirt hung away from my body and caught the element without my noticing right away, and, well, just glad it wasn’t polyester. I’m more careful now. And… dh forgot my birthday. MY FORTIETH! But I got my first (that’s right, there is another that is just mine…we have more kayaks than people in the family!) kayak as a make up gift on mother’s day that year.
OH man, I’m gonna have to think about this one and post back, it’s funny all the little mundane things we put into our blog that other wise would go uncelebrated, unremarked.
Given the tales of Chaos, Mine would have to be rosie and the catflap. When i lived back in colchester, i rescued 2 dogs, sophie a Jack russell and Rosie, an Alsation. Now the house i lived in already had a cat flap and after 3 months sophie had found she could let herself in and out at will, on this one paticular day, i had invited round a friend who the dogs had never met, so Sophie dashed out the back (we always used the back gate) Screaming her head off, my friend lept backover the 7ft fench in one go, and for the first time, Rosie decided to follow, Alsation – Cat flap, cat flap – alsation, well with a leg and a head out of the cat flap she got stuck, then it became obvious she couldn’t get out again, she hadn’t just got the top bit of her leg stuck she had managed to get the WHOLE leg up to the shoulder through. And couldn’t get back out, so i had to climb out of my kitchen window and then back again with sophie, to let my friend in, and then after trying to help her out and it not working, we had to dismantle the cat flap. Nope still stuck, by this time she is getting very stressed, and is being fed treats to keep her quite which meant sophie is howling cos she want some too. Then had to get a hacksaw blade and enlarge the hole slightly to get her out and the bottom of the inside of the cat flap cut out the get her paw out. 35 minutes later, i have a dog that seems none the worse for her ordeal but a jack russel that is going hyper because she has had too many treats and a large hole in my door that had to be boarded up and the cat flap re-fitted. Oh the fun and games that was. Oh how i miss rosie and sophie.
Obviously I have no ‘before I blogged’ kind of stories (and I’ll have to come back later and read the ones others have shared), but I will say since I’ve become friends with knitbloggers, my opportunities to look goofy on the internet have expanded in ways I could never have imagined…
I am blogless so super easy. I would share the trials and tribulations of a knitting abg being stolen, making socks for the first time, and the crazy adventures fo my two black cats that require child safety locks on all cabinets with food or bandaids in them…
Right after Hubby and I moved in together, Hubby announced that he was going to give the cat, Bucky, a bath. Now, let it be said that Hubby had never had a cat before, his was a dog family, and dogs would get bathed once a month, whether they needed it or not. I explained that (generally) cats do not like or need to be bathed, then I went off to work.
Not to long after getting to work a received a phone call from Hubby, “The damn cat peed on the bed!†he yelled into the phone. After attempting to calm him down I asked him why Bucky would do that. After much hemming and hawing he confessed that he had taken the cat into the shower, “since they don’t like baths.â€
He had put on his swim trunks and a t-shirt and attempted to give the cat a SHOWER (‘cuz gee if they don’t like baths they should love showers). The cat proceeded to claw his way up his chest and down his back, ran out of the bathroom directly to the bedroom and peed on his side of the bed.
It was hard not to laugh, okay, I think I did laugh, a lot. Really, what did he expect.
Let’s see, well, before I left on maternity leave with my son, my 5th period junior religion class threw me a party during class time. In the midst of the festivities, I went to sit down on my rolling chair, just got the edge of it and fell down with the chair on top of me. My 16 year old students had to save me. Luckily, I had a couple of football players in the class, as they had to help me off the ground. Not a pretty sight.
Back in the day before PC’s when I was single and living Uptown (behind the Dudly Riggs Theater), I had a cat named Mugs (short for Mogwai – she was a goofy looking Torti). I would come home from work, open the door and I would call out (ala Desi Arnez): “Muggies, I’m home!” The cat would come barrelling down the hardwood floored hallway and leap up to my shoulders where she would perch, purring, wrapped around my neck like a fur stole until I’d make her get down.
If I were blogging say, 7 years ago, I would have written about how my best friend since jr. high became engaged within weeks of each other, how she asked me to be her maid of honor and I was about to ask her to be mine when a letter from her came in the mail. She basically told me, among a myriad of excuses, that she wouldn’t come to my wedding unless it was closer to home. I was tentatively planning a small wedding in Puerto Rico, 2 years at the earliest, but hadn’t finalized on anything yet. It really tore my heart to pieces because the letter was clearly a preemptive strike. Tell her now before it’s too late! And so how are you supposed to react when your oldest friend tells you she refuses to pay X amount of dollars to come to your wedding, before you’ve even planned it? She was living at home at the time, with a full time job, no problem, so it was clear that money wasn’t an issue but the fact that she just didn’t want to spend it. On me. No one else gave me this reaction, because well, they were doing what real friends do – coming to my wedding because they love us, and respectively declined *at the appropriate time* when they couldn’t make it. I could not understand why she was trying so hard not to get out of it, and to this day I still can’t. As if I could be HER maid of honor after that letter. I chocked on the words. So I never was, she never was, and though she has many years later apologized (in a roundabout way by saying she now wishes she could have been at my wedding), our relationship ended the day she sent that letter. And I don’t miss her.
I love these!
I would’ve loved seeing that bathrobe & hearing about the internet dates at the time too.
I would have blogged about my trip to Norway to study abroad during college, and my knitting there.
I learned to knit when I was a kid but I didn’t really knit anything until I went to Norway and brought my partial scarf in Homespun – I figured I could finish it and wear it there – it would be cold enough. 🙂
Then I found out that my newfound Norwegian friends knit and got a knitting book written in Norwegian, some blue wool yarn, and my first circular needles – wonder where those went… and I puzzled out how to knit a hat and knit in the round for the first time while reading a pattern in Norwegian. Fun stuff! Then in the end I didn’t really like my hat so I gave it to a friend.