Look at these mugs!

It is me and my daughter. On a flight home from Paris. No, not France. A Mid-West American town. Bonding. Taking self-portraits with the digital cam. Acting goofy. Do we look like terrorists?? I mean come on… I am a mother and grandmother for cryin’ out loud! And my baby girl, with that cheesy grin, she oozes innocence! I, being the wonderful all-ahmarikan mother that I am, have taught my children various forms of fibery pastimes. Cheesy-grin child is no exception. Yup. She knits. She knits very well. She knits on planes too. So do I. It is legal. Cheesy-grin kept busy with the Morning Surf Scarf in beautiful shades of Noro Kuryeon. Knitting away on her great-grandmother’s needles (oops. She was an immigrant. Escaped Communism. Oh no. A bad connection). She was getting a cramp on the purl rows so she asked me to purl for her. I guess that is when I became her partner in supposed crime. She passed the Knitting WMDs over to me and I purled. Happily knitting as we chatted about the newest family member we had just visited. Little did we know we were being watched. I now think, by the FBI––Fiber Bullies International. Let’s revisit that picture. With my mad photoshop skills I found her. Look…closely….

pretending to be asleep whilst actually covertly observing us. Waiting. We were on descent. I finished purling. Cheesy-grin packed away the evidence yarn and needles. I felt breath down my neck. That eerie feeling that someone is watching you. “Shake it off. It’s just the jet fuel fumes getting to you”, I said to myself. Still. Something or someone was there. “Nonsense”, I thought. Seats forward, trays up, belts tight we pounded landed on the runway. I stood ––when we were allowed––and gathered my things––then it happened. A cold, air-conditioned, bony finger poked my shoulder! “GASP” I said or thought or something…”What the…!” It was HER. Photoshop-ed lady. “I see you have knitting needles. LLLAARRRGE ones. Passing them back and forth. Were you allowed to bring those on board??”, she asked with a raised brow and icy tone. “Why yes!”, I exclaimed, “Do you not know? Are you not aware? Google it. Check it out. You know… the TSA’s ‘what to know before you go‘?? It’s all there. I even have scissors with the cutest little short blades because you know they have to be 4 inches or less in blade length.. and needles… I have LOTS more needles. I got through security without a problem”. By now I was stuttering in addition to being a blithering idiot. The silence around me. The stares. I fumbled with my bags. Let out a “geesh”, told Cheesy-grin to never mind photoshop-ed lady and off we went. Told the flight attendants Thank you. We walk fast. The Fiber Bullies International really ought to think about getting some younger more athletic investigators! Did all this happen because I and Cheesy-grin had joked to ourselves that if there were terrorists on board we could tie them up with yarn??
Ok…before you chide me…you do know that was all tongue-in-cheek. But still…that lady was a pain in the arse!

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33 years ago today 2 crazy & in love kids got married. Those kids had babies. 9 babies. Now there are 4 grandchildren. How’s that for some lovely math. The only kind of numbers I like.
Happy Anniversary. I am thankful for so many things.

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My first grandson…and 4th grandchild

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No knit. No Craft. No Sew… on my way to Paris (somewhere in the U.S. not in France) to see my new grand-baby! I might blog from the road.

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I am taking a few days off. This weekend is my birthday.

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It’sa Back Pack! Another “fly by the seat O my pants” creation. I didn’t have a pattern and could not for the life of me find one in cyberland. So now I know what not to do. This is child sized

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In case those related are reading… I cannot show you the whole item. BUT! It is CUTE!

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