Real Men . . . .

Over the years, there have been a few 'real men' sayings.  Real men wear pink.  Real men wear black.  Real men eat quiche.

But in my house, the one I like best is   -  real men wash windows.

It's the kind of thing that makes me realize - He could have his way with me.

Thursday Are For Knit Group

All our knitters are home from their travels.

Wilma is back from  Vancouver and a visit with her grand daughters.

 

 Somewhere along the trip she picked up a nasty cold so socks were all she wanted to tackle today.

Sharon is back from England with yarn purchases.  This yarn - an entire bag full  - came from this store. 

It is a tweedy green Wensleydale yarn.  Lovely, Sharon.  For some unknown reason the bus that was supposed to run out past the store was no where to be seen  the day Sharon and hubby had  yarn shopping  on their schedule.  So they walked.  6 miles.  And hubby carried all the yarn all the way back.  Good man.

Carol has a grand daughter working on a school project.  You know those things - the kids are assigned the work, then they call Grandma to get the props.  Carol's grand daughter's project is about pioneers.  Carol sewed a pioneer girl's skirt, blouse, long apron and bonnet. 

So very Laura Ingalls, Carol.  Well done, Grandma.

Little Ruth arrived wearing a lovely shade of spring yellow. 

 

Then she proceeded to knit a yellow dishcloth.  Do you always knit colour co-ordinated projects, Ruth?

Nicki arrived with her spinning -

 

Nice as that is, Nicki, this is what I liked better.  

The gift of a  bag of fresh-cut Rhubarb.  Nicki is my dealer.  Each year she supplies me with lots and lots of Rhubarb.  Thanks, Nicki.  We love that first taste of spring at our house.

Glad everyone is home and glad to be eating Rhubarb from Nicki's  2013 crop.  Couldn't be better.

Blog Browsing

Blog browsing this  morning (Right now it is still easy.  Come July, Google's Reader disappears. What will I do then?) and I came across two 'neat', 'cool', 'sick' choose adjective-of-your-choice, blog posts.

This one from Fringe Association that shows some camp-wear knits.  I love them both. Wouldn't it be cosy on a chilly camping evening to bundle up in that sweater?

Robin Hunter's post of a couple of days ago took a look at some vintage knits and pointed out the sloppy knitting.  Glad you noticed, Robin. So did I.

Now you know what I do on a morning when I am trying to stall yet more spring, window cleaning.  Works for me.