My progress on this pattern.

The Slattern is now taking suggestions for bizzaro tea cozy ideas. What do you think? My best idea thus far is a crocheted Venus of Willendorf.

My goodness, it is actually raining. It never rains here. Of course, I biked in.

What a fascinating day I have had. The question is: ought I to purchase a bottle of Jack or a bottle of Love's Baby Soft on the way home?

Been obsessing about Baby Soft all day. Don't want to find it the only alcoholic bevvy in the house, tho, hmmm.....

Ce n'est pas une vache!

Man, I am so sad that Dekalb is owned by Monsanto now.

This cheers me up somewhat, though.

Happy Saint Paddy's!

The Murphys gave a party just about a week ago,
Everything was plentiful, the Murphys, they're not slow.
They treated us like gentlemen; we tried to act the same
And only for what happened, well it was an awful shame.
When Mrs. Murphy dished the chowder out she fainted on the spot;
She found a pair of overalls at the bottom of the pot.
Tim Nolan he got ripping mad, his eyes were bulging out,
He jumped upon the piano and loudly he did shout.

Chorus: "Who threw the overalls in Mrs. Murphy's chowder?"
Nobody spoke so he shouted all the louder.
It's an Irish trick, it's true; I'll lick the Mick who threw
The overalls in Mrs. Murphy's chowder.

They dragged the pants from out the soup and laid them on the floor;
Each man swore upon his life, he'd ne'er seen them before.
They were plastered up with mortar and were worn out at the knee,
They had their many ups and downs as we could plainly see.
And when Mrs. Murphy she came-to she 'gan to cry and pout,
She had them in the wash that day and forgot to take them out.
Tim Nolan, he excused himself for what he said that night,
So we put music to the words and sang with all our might.

Chorus.

He's not going to say it, and I feel compelled to: cadburycremeEggsalad. Marshmallow fluff in the place of mayo.

Rollovioli is pretty brilliant, I must say.

I can't believe I didn't hear about Frozen Dead Guy Days until they were already over! And it looks like I'm going to miss the Mike the Headless Chicken Festival, too.

Gotta get my act together!

Links for my own personal reference--everyone else may disregard.

http://hometown.aol.com/celtwich/Cosmos.html
http://www.crochetmemories.com/archive/vintage4.html
http://www.crochetpartners.org/Patterns/CPpat44.html
http://www.crochetpartners.org/Patterns/CPpat59.html
http://www.angelfire.com/folk/celtwich/Doilies.html
http://www.angelfire.com/folk/celtwich/Framed.html
http://www.fortunecity.com/littleitaly/pisa/22/patterns/thread/girotondo.html
http://www.angelfire.com/folk/celtwich/Honeysuckle.html
http://www.angelfire.com/folk/celtwich/Pinky.html
http://www.angelfire.com/folk/celtwich/Ripe.html
http://www.angelfire.com/folk/celtwich/Rosecircle.html
http://hometown.aol.com/celtwich/VanityFair.html

According to the "Which Big Lebowski character are you?" quiz:

Why don't you check it out? Or we cut of your Johnson!

Look! Down With Pants! Up With Skirts!

Yaaay!

And if you can already tell from the slogan whose new blog this is, I shall give you a quarter out of pure joy.

I opened a savings account! Yippee!

Sincerely yrs,

Brainwashed by my capitalist oppressors.

You are pink aluminum.
Retro, straightforward and fun, you love classic
things. If they're 99 cents at Goodwill all the
better! You are moved by striking colors and
tasty morsels, and you like a stitch-n-bitch
session in the sun. Just remember, while
you're being kitschy cool, don't get too cold.
Ice cubes are best kept in your cocktails,
baby!


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Wanna go!

ivy Snail Agility 7 | Strength 6 | Stamina 6 Battle Rating 19 Origins ivy exploded onto the scene after releasing a number-1 hit single Can your fishy beat ivy ?

Oooh, Battle fishies, how fun.

Yeah, right, I'm Pale Fire.

You're Pale Fire!

by Vladimir Nabokov

You're really into poetry and the interpretation thereof. Along the
road of life, you have had several identity crises which make it very unclear who you
are, let alone how to interpret poetry. You probably came from a foreign country, but
then again you seem foreign to everyone in ways unrelated to immigration. Most people
think you're quite funny, but maybe you're just sick. Talking to you ends up being much
like playing a round of the popular board game Clue.


Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

I want to know what book each of the rest of y'all are.

Omigoodness, I just have to recommend this book I'm reading to everyone: Snake Hips: Belly Dancing and How I Found True Love, by Anne Thomas Soffee. Where belly dance and heartbreak and the *true* hipness that is a county-fair midway meet.

Yup, this means you.

Courtesy of Susan.

Ah, google, sometimes you, too, suck; I meant -woman, that's why I said -woman.

Mwah ha ha, I ordered seed catalogues. And I have no yard.

What? My subscription to Allure ran out.