T arrived with a new project, a lace vest. We wondered where her red lace was and she said that she would bring it for show and tell sometime, but that it could be years before the ends were weaved in and the piece was blocked. We understood. We all hate ends. What's the big deal about just tucking your ends into your socks? No one needs to know. L had a sweater made of many colors. On the inside, let's just say that the ends weren't weaved in. She was busily crocheting hats for this weekend's fest in Wicker Park. You can find her there. F had her Bear's hat and M managed to shrink her shawl over the course of the evening. M was experimenting with crotchet.
We learned that someone had a special admirer. When we asked why old men think younger women would be interested the reply was, "He has a boat". Said boatman had invited our friend to get a "full body tan". This idea was met with a resounding chorus of eeeeews! Supposedly the admirer was short and round and perhaps fully tanned as well.
We also discussed tattoos. F has tattoos she calls a pain in the butt and a pain in the neck one for each kid. L wants a glow-in-the dark loaf of bread tattooed on her butt. Perhaps so she can literally pinch a loaf. (Sorry. All blame goes to the author.) She's even considering some sliced bread.
We recapped the Fiber Fest a bit and wondered whether it would be OK to place comments on the kid's art work in the HPAC room. One kid had generated a lovely Superman. Other kids were not so lucky.
Til the next digest.
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