Crochet Nazis, Lemonade Pitchers and Swanky Swigs
Every so habitually on Ebay, I enter into a group of people who are viciously territorial prevalent the area they bid in. This is how it is with crochet hooks. Yes....crochet hooks brings out a summons demon in some people. Not the single hooks, but the unconfined "lots". You know...like when grandma dies and leaves a bucketload of crochet hooks and knitting needles and someone sticks them on Ebay in one big cyst for want of something better to do. I have yet to win one of these auctions. Anyway with most "lots" of thread or yarn. I induce bid on many, but about 8 hours before the auction ends, the Crochet Nazis dive in and begin bidding the hell out of the auctions. I admit that I now bid on these lots not to win the detail, but to watch the bidding war. Reminds me of those old films of the barter basement at Macy's.
When Denise was here for the July 4th ablaze of the cow, she was surprised to learn that I do not own a Tea/Lemonade pitcher. It is not from inadequacy of wanting one, or looking for one, it is just I have been dilatory at choosing one. So I finally went and bid on one the other day:
I recieved it yesterday in the send And it looks darn groovy next to a set of swanky swigs I hide on top of my frig. To be honest I am a sucker for a nifty set of Swanky Swigs, I attired in b be committed to quite a few I have picked up one at a time at garage sales. It would behoove an obsession if I let it. Want some fun? Put Swanky Swigs in an Ebay search.
Today I am Persevering to break the ironing board out and begin the ironing. All the closets are done, even the linen closet and the drawers, the lodgings is clean and so it would be a good day to do it. I might film while I iron. We shall see.
