I’d hate to tell you how many times my hubby has pulled me aside to teach me the different parts or cuts of meat. Tenderloin, round, cutlet, sirloin, frankly it is all greek to me. At the dinner table, at the grocery store, he has pointed, explained, and clarified the why, the when, and the
Knit with grit.
Did you ever hear, “Oh, Yes! I drive but I only make right turns!” or “Sure, I have my license but do not drive on the thruway.” I see it in teaching. Oh, Yes! I teach this method, or I have always taught those units. When I hear these things I ask myself, who is
Directions: Multiple Choice. You are to choose: likeness or not. Senerio: I recently knitted this adorable (well, I think) fawncho (poncho) and any completion of a project is always followed by a photo shoot. And, it seems to be at the site of the photo shoot when my hubby becomes familiar with the new
I read an article in the Washington Post entitled Olympic Knitting by Ruth Marcus. I couldn’t wait to read it! She compares the two by saying how both conjure something out of virtually nothing – the blank page, a ball of yarn. “Yup”, I am thinking. Both processes are mined with frustration: the column simply wasn’t
What’s Old is New, Again aside ~ It’s always wiser to begin these posts NOT reading Freshly Pressed blogs…. there are some awfully great writers out there!
Now, ’tis true we all find time to follow people and places we most enjoy in life. So is this true of me. And, in so doing, browsing these familiar and endearing sites this weekend, I came upon this! Imagine my surprise upon reading about the community that surrounds my high school, the town where