Spazzmanda

I wish it weren’t so washed out but I captured this moment at our tea party and Mamama was in mid-laugh. She had just said something slightly evil. The stole she is wearing belonged to my great grandmother, (the mother of my grandfather.) The same woman that didn’t particularly like boys (except for me, tee hee) and that always referred to my Mamama as “That woman Jim married.”

I had just asked her if that stole was a gift, she said, “Yes! She Died!”

Glad I was johnny on the spot with my camera here, this was a moment to remember!

Happy Good Friday! Apparently, us heathens get to benefit from someone’s goodness somewhere, because my boss (who is taking the day off today) realized as she went to the store that everyone and their brother, mother and uncle’s ex-boyfriend is off of work today, which is why, I, one happy Spazz, is off of work today at 2:30 in the afternoon!

I decided the only beverage that could do the occasion justice was this one:

Aaaaaaaaah. Bloody Mary. I am partaking whilst I am supposed to be toiling. Nectar of the Gods. You should’ve had a V-8 because I sure did. Yay Good Friday!

I did manage to do something rather productive also, I took some progress photos on the silk/mohair “Florence” I’m currently knitting, and I likes it mucho so far. It will be a long and satisfying knit and I sure hope it looks good on me. That is the one problem with knitting garments, you hope, you pray, but you never really “know”until you are finished.

Here is the progress thus far:

… and now for the money shot:

Can you appreciate the softness of this yarn? Note the fluffiness, see the sheen that is only found when working with silk, I am truly blessed and privileged and fortunate today to be working with yarn of this caliber (ahem, thank you Margaret  and John Olin). It totally rocks. Hopefully the outcome will to.

Ok, to sum up, be good, and have a marvelous weekend! I will be collecting my Little Ol’ Lady on Sunday and taking her to Easter festivities at Jeff’s aunt’s home. I have a new dress and it is very pretty. More photos to be posted later.

I has a tomato. But just the one. It is the same tomato as before, but it is red today. Small, hard and red. It got no bigger, but it finally got red…ish. It sounds very yummy doesn’t it?

Before:

After:

My Grandmother, MMM (Mamama), has a TOMATO TREE growing on her porch.

My mother planted it for her and all MMM has done is watered it and watched it and apparently cast some mystical southern-little-old-lady spell on it or dipped her index finger in the soil or something and will probably be enjoying mountains of tomatoes soon.

I give up.

Here is my MMM -my favorite “LOL” (Little Old Lady.) She taught me how to knit when I was seven years old and walked me through my very first afghan, dishcloth and set of baby booties. I love her much. (She also makes me crazy- because she can- and I’m very grateful for every bit of it.)

Quote of the day:

“Mothers know exactly which buttons to push, they installed them after all.” (I’m thinking of cross stitching this one on a pillow, what do you think?)