Yeah, I have a day off! Hmmm what to talk about what to talk about.
How about THE MISSING BROWN AFGHAN (by afghan I mean blanket or throw, not a native of Afghanistan)
My dad has a step daughter in Paragould where he lives, and apparently she crochets. He called me and my sister and told us that he was paying her to make us each an afghan. Her specialty is in making them with a big cross right in the middle. He wanted to know what colors we wanted. I told him, in a nice way, trying not to hurt anyone’s feelings, that I would sorta like one without a cross instead. Then of course that caused a long religious discussion. So anyway, I told him just a tan or brown or neutral color would be fine, and my sister told him her bedroom was painted pink and white, and that’s what she’d like. She wanted the cross, by the way.
The afghans got made, and after he sent them to us, he called everyday to see if we had gotten them yet. Everytime he called, he made it a point to say, “Now, Julie’s is just BEAUTIFUL. Yours, it’s just brown, that’s what you wanted…. it’s just brown.” She got hers 3 days later. I didn’t.
My dad still called me every day for a few more days, worried because I hadn’t received it. We just knew it had been lost. I finally got it today, 9 days after he sent it. It had the correct street address on it, but it didn’t say Little Rock, and my zip code. It said Mabelvale, which is where I used to live, and 72114, which is in North Little Rock. No wonder!
I called him and told him I just got it, and told him why it took so long. He asked me if I liked it. I said, “Well, it’s just brown.” I’m kidding. Although I had the urge to say that. I added a few words… “It’s just the perfect shade of brown, dad. I love it.” It really is nice, though.
I called my sister and asked her how she liked hers. She paused and said it’s ok, but that she immediately compared the handiwork to my mother’s, who used to crochet all the time, and could make just about anything. All my life, she was always crocheting something beautiful. The one my dad sent made my sister think “It’s not as nice as Mom’s,” but really it just made her sad, because my mom doesn’t crochet anymore, she doesn’t even begin to know how.
Speaking of mom, today’s her birthday. I’d better go see her.
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A blogger friend mailed me a box of chocolate. At the same time, he sent 3 other people chocolate and one other was sent baklava. He made the mistake of saying something about it on his blog. When I received my chocolate, I let him know, and he said, “shhhhhhhhhh, you can’t say anything. *** didn’t get her baklava yet and is gonna get upset” (or words to that affect). This went on for awhile. The post office was taking their own sweet time in delivering it, to the point where it seemed like it got lost, just like your afghan. It got to be a source of jokes, especially once *** discovered that everyone else received their chocolate (e.g., she was only saying she didn’t receive the baklava because she was trying to get him to send more, etc.)
Afghans are the best, aren’t they? My grandmother had crocheted each one of us kids one and then some. Unfortunately, I had to get rid of mine, because the dog and cats took to laying on them, and I couldn’t get rid of the fur no matter what I tried, because it got so interweaved with the yarn.
Anyway, since I’m one of your devoted readers, you can’t yell at me for writing a post in your comments…lol.
LOL Skye. No I won’t yell at you. Fortunately, I still have the entire bedspread that my mother crocheted for me when I was a teenager. Unfortunately it, too, has dog hairs stuck into the yarn. BUT, I do still have it, stored away. She made one for all her five kids in the same year, and told us we’d better keep them forever. I’m the only one that still has mine, so dog hairs or not, I’ll keep it forever, like she said.
My mom never did any stuff like that. Both my grandmothers and a few of my aunts made quilts. If I go on, I will write a whole post here and get all sad and crap.
I’ll try to file that away for a time when I am not so busy.
Mom used to make up slippers. These things were awsome in the winter because the floors were always cold.
You were so smart to get to the missing Afghan joke first.
My Mom was a needle point wonder. Plus she made a little blanket for each of her grandchildren covered with needlepoint. It became a tradition, there were a lot of them.
Nice of the step-sister to do that, especially acceding to your wishes. Sometimes they don’t ask.
Guess it was 4
So, you write a really long post once every week or so, and you think that should keep us, your loyal readers, satisfied?
I have a couple of afghans my mom crocheted and they’re held together in spots with my stitching, I finally put them up because well, she’s been dead 22 years and I doubt I’ll get anymore from her- and I wanted to at least keep a vestige of them, thinking Steph might want them when I’M gone. My sister has every one my mom made her, in pristine condition- never used, stashed away in plastic bags in a closet. I’m glad I used mine.
Yeah no kidding skye, I’m considering (seriously this time) just shutting the ole blog down. Life happens, right?
Diane, you surprised me saying you’re glad you used them. I thought you were going to say you wish you had put yours up years ago. I’m using mine too.
But if you do that, how will I track you down again?
Mel? Shutting down?
But, but, but why?
sniff sniff
I’m just a new guy but,
too. I mean, I just fell in line with your seasoned regulars and liked you right away.
I hope you stay.
Put the crack pipe DOWN!
Why shut it down? Even with only a few loyal readers, its plenty of fun, right? Or just do like I do, write a post that pisses everyone off and watch the comments come rolling in.
I like your blog. Keep it. I need somewhere to go and just BS with people once in a while without any agenda, just fellowship.
Well thanks Tim. I just hate feeling obligated to it you know? Especially when people keep saying where are you where are you what happened, when all I’m doing is trying to earn a dollar and then get some sleep, lol.
Well. I never…..
For your viewing pleasure
Because, Mel, I saw that, and immediately thought of you.
Wait. Who’s this Tim guy, and why’s he trying to make mac, dl and I look bad?
If we promise not to put pressure on you, will you stick around
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ummmmmm…that was supposed to be the question mark thingy on the end, not the grumpy looking guy…lol
LMAO DL, IM LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OH MY GAWD!!!!
Hehehe, skye, I’m sleeping on it (for many many nights, lol)
See, I knew you would like that Mel.
LMAO DL Just don’t get it in your eye Mel.
I didn’t mean to make anybody look bad, sorry. Hey, keep your blog Mel, and earn your dollars. I think we all understand you have to work for a living.
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