I think, if you read my blog with any regularity, that you know I am kind of strange. Weird is a better word. If you have money you are eccentric, but, if you are like me, not much money you are just flat weird. Another embracing going on here. :)
When I was attending college, in the 90's, I had a little friend. Actually, I had several little friends. One of my little friends was an eraser. This wasn't just any ole eraser. It was one of those pink quadrilateral erasers. And not only was it one of those pink quadrilateral erasers, my oldest, Aaron, who was 15 at the time, had drawn on it and written his name. I do have quite a sentimental side. I kept this little friend with me for many of my higher education years. Finally, he went missing. It was a very sad day.
Another group of little friends I had was mechanical pencils. Has there been any greater a creation made by man? I think not. Now, we aren't talking about just any ole mechanical pencils. We are talking about refillable 0.9 lead mechanical pencils. I love these little babies. I wish I could say I still have the same ones I started off with, but alas, they too have gone the way of my little pink quadrilateral friend. Yet, you can always find me with one of these little fellers. When I substitute taught I had a mechanical pencil friend club with a group of sixth grade girls. It all started when one of them wanted to borrow my little friend. I told them of my deep emotional attachment to my friends and how devastated I would be should ill befall him. The next time I was in their school, they introduced me to their own little mechanical pencil friends. It was a great day in pencildom.
I said all that to say this. I have some little buddies I want to show to you. Way back when Sara was in Middle School the big thing was to own some boots called Ropers. At that time I couldn't really see paying $100 for a pair of shoes. That was '93 I think. So, I bought her some boots that looked something like Ropers without the little tassel thingys and were only around $50. Just as was expected that "country" phase was long gone once she had a different boyfriend and had started High School. As with any good mom, her rejects became my dailies. These little boots have become my best friends. It became evident a couple months ago that they were dying a slow death. I looked and looked to find a suitable replacement but could find none. Then I remembered we have a fella at church that used to be a cobbler. I had on my little friends last Wednesday and Mr. Cobbler was at church. He told me if I didn't get my little buddies to him pretty quick there would be nothing left to revive. I took them off right then and there, patted their little bottoms and told him to do what he could. This past Sunday I saw Mr. Cobbler, he boldly walked down the center aisle and handed me a bag. Inside were my little reborn bootsies. He put on a new sole, a new heel, dyed them, polished them and put in new shoestrings. (The strings that were in them were the originals, it kinda makes me sad to have lost them but they were tied in a couple knots and frayed.) I'd like to introduce you to my friends.
Aren't they just the most special little things you ever did see? I hope you have some friends like mine in your life. Are you still my friend?
I finished Jordan's gloves:
And I went ahead and finished Clue 1 of SOTSII. I should have finished Clue 3 of SSS, particularly since Clue 4 comes out tomorrow. But I couldn't stand it. SOTSI was such a joy to knit I couldn't wait to get started.
Dem-Fischer-Sin-Fru, The Fisherman's Wife, KAL starts Friday I think. I gotta get that baby swatched.