I finally stopped at the new Goodwill location yesterday, open for over a month already. There was a very large pile of knitting pattern leaflets from the '70s and '80s on clearance. I could not leave these two ('70s) behind. The one on the right is actually crochet, but I'm not splitting hairs. For more like this, check out You Knit What?? A laugh or two nearly every single day!
One of my first reads this morning was Rachael, and I was not laughing. It's an interesting, informative, heartfelt post which ends on a thunderous high note and makes you think. And wonder what pattern she's using. And what is Lala going to wear? And aren't you going to show off that ring?? Congratulations!
Elizabeth tagged me for a meme. id·i·o·syn·cra·sy
Pronunciation Key: n. pl. id·i·o·syn·cra·sies - A structural or behavioral characteristic peculiar to an individual or group.
Write down five of your own personal idiosyncracies. Then, if you wish, tag five people to do the same.
1. I have this thing about light switches. There's a 2-way switch for our main stairway, a 3-way for the kitchen (one of them is a dimmer). I like the switch on the stairway landing to be in the off position when the light is off. I have been known to climb the stairs for the single purpose of flicking a switch to make it so. I like the switches in the kitchen to be in the off position, also; no stairs are involved in making that right. (DH admitted a similar thing about the 2-way switch in the basement stairway; has never given a thought to "mine.")
2. I like drawers and doors to be closed -- all the way. This does not seem to be important to the people I live with, nor many other people I know. I'm truly amazed that there haven't been more black eyes or bumps on heads.
3. I am quite particular in the way dishes are stacked/nested. (My house is filled with spots of micro-organization, there's just a lot of space in between them!)
4. I'm also a little anal about the exact position of the coffeepot in the morning, and about the sugar canister, spoon jar, and spoon rest in relation to the pot. I make adjustments on most mornings.
5. I stir my coffee very thoroughly. I take both sugar and cream (cream goes in first -- DH does it opposite/wrong). I stir thoroughly and I clink -- not obnoxiously, but enough to notice, I guess. At a B&B in Stillwater, MN, with two of my sisters a few years ago, I was stirring my coffee while awaiting breakfast. The woman who was serving us that day (not the owner), shot through the door between the kitchen and dining room, demanding to know, "Who is stirring their coffee like that?" Turns out that my little clinks brought a flood of memories of her dad who had died about a year earlier and who had stirred his coffee in exactly the same way. She talked with us about him for a while, and then thanked me. It was sweet, really.