Friday, November 25, 2011

I don't do Black Friday

It's not because I'm nobly fighting the urge to acquire more stuff. I don't do Black Friday because I don't do crowds. I once sent the hubs to Walmart for a Nintendo 64 on the darkest day. He came back with said item before I was even out of bed.

I'm spending today getting ready for some guests who are coming in on Tuesday. I may even get some Christmas up before they get here. I'm also doing a little bit of Christmas knitting; I'm on the last of the blasted Team Zissou hats. I will be very happy to have these finished.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Monkeying around

I know. I know. It's not a very original title, but I couldn't resist.

I also couldn't resist making this hat for my friend, Susan, when she posted a version of this on her FB and said she'd wear it.

Sock Monkey hat.jpg

It's winging its way to Canada as we speak. I guess one could say it's a flying monkey. :-(|)

I've had monkeys on the brain lately. It's not like I don't use the word in one context or another on a daily basis. You did notice the monkey background in the picture above right? That would be my shower curtain. But I'm considering a rework of this blog and moving my craftiness to another blog, solely because I like the name I have in mind. We'll see. We'll see.

Wednesday, November 09, 2011

WIP Wednesday - Team Zissou edition

Still working on those hats for the college gang. I knit 2, then took a break to knit some owlish fetchings. Wise of me, huh? Now, I'm working on hat number three. The best news is I can knit these hats while watching NCIS or reading.

Friday, November 04, 2011

Merry Christmas and Buy American!

My cousin, the eclectic one who used to build straw bale homes and lived on a self-sufficient farm (as opposed to my other eclectic cousins), shared this text she received in an email. I think the message is so very important that I'm sharing it on every outlet I can. This year I've been determined more than ever to not just give "stuff" for Christmas. The piece below hits me right where I live.

As the holidays approach, the giant Asian factories are kicking into high gear to provide Americans with monstrous piles of cheaply produced goods -- merchandise that has been produced at the expense of American labor. This year can be different. This year Americans will give the gift of genuine concern for other Americans. There is no longer an excuse that, at gift giving time, nothing can be found that is produced by American hands. Yes there is!

It's time to think outside the box, people. Who says a gift needs to fit in a shirt box, wrapped in Chinese produced wrapping paper? Everyone -- yes EVERYONE gets their hair cut. How about gift certificates from your local American hair salon or barber? Gym membership? It's appropriate for all ages who are thinking about some health improvement. Who wouldn't appreciate getting their car detailed? Small, American owned detail shops and car washes would love to sell you a gift certificate or a book of gift certificates.

Are you one of those extravagant givers who think nothing of plonking down the Benjamines on a Chinese made flat-screen? Perhaps that grateful gift receiver would like his driveway sealed, or lawn mowed for the summer, or driveway plowed all winter, or games at the local golf course. There are a bazillion owner-run restaurants -- all offering gift certificates. And, if your intended isn't the fancy eatery sort, what about a half dozen breakfasts at the local breakfast joint. Remember, folks this isn't about big National chains -- this is about supporting your home town Americans with their financial lives on the line to keep their doors open.

OK, you were looking for something more personal. Local crafts people spin their own wool and knit them into scarves. They make jewelry, and pottery and beautiful wooden boxes. Plan your holiday outings at local, owner operated restaurants and leave your server a nice tip. And, how about going out to see a play or ballet at your hometown theatre. Musicians need love too, so find a venue showcasing local bands.

Honestly, people, do you REALLY need to buy another ten thousand Chinese lights for the house? When you buy a five dollar string of light, about fifty cents stays in the community. If you have those kinds of bucks to burn, leave the mailman, trash guy or babysitter a nice BIG tip. When we care about other Americans, we care about our communities, and the benefits come back to us in ways we couldn't imagine. THIS is the new American Christmas tradition.

This is a revolution of caring about each other, remembering why we have Christmas This year, make it a priority to honor HIM first. Then look for ways to show your love for your family & friends by supporting Americans at the local level.

May you have a very blessed Christmas this year!

Wednesday, November 02, 2011

Today's Flash Fic: Swimming in Air

Elle plunged her face into the air, felt the dryness wash over her skin. She exhaled through her nose and heard the bubbles rise to the surface. For a few seconds, Elle pretended she could swim immersed in air for hours, but soon her lungs cried out for water. She grudgingly returned to the sea.

Tuesday, November 01, 2011

It's Just a Rope

In lieu of NaNoWriMo this year, I've opted to participate in some flash fiction on G+. The prompts are photographs posted daily by the organizer. This prompt was Evelyn Lamprey's pic of a B/W of sweet rottweiler with a rope toy. Cute picture. Tough prompt. I ended up tossing Rory's Story Cubes in the mix to help me along. Without further ado, today's submission:

It's just a rope.

But at times like these nothing else will do. Not the squeaky rubber bee or the soft turtle toy Murray snuggled with when his real litter mates had been adopted. It had to be the rope. He locked his teeth into it and held it candy-apple firm—he wasn't letting go. If you could hold on tightly enough, you could swing Murray around by that rope. If you could hold on tightly enough. There was no doubt about Murray. He held a fortress-like grip, until he chose to let go, usually when you were off balance. If you didn't know better, you'd think he got a perverse pleasure in watching you teetering. Was that a glint in his eye?

It's just a rope: so much energy, and drama, and pleasure, tied into two slobbery knots.

It's just a rope.