Crochet Nazis, Lemonade Pitchers and Swanky Swigs
Every so commonly on Ebay, I enter into a group of people who are viciously territorial far the area they bid in. This is how it is with crochet hooks. Yes....crochet hooks brings out a direction demon in some people. Not the single hooks, but the burly "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 knob for want of something better to do. I have yet to win one of these auctions. After all is said with most "lots" of thread or yarn. I bear bid on many, but about 8 hours before the auction ends, the Crochet Nazis swoop in and establish bidding the hell out of the auctions. I admit that I now bid on these lots not to win the filler, but to watch the bidding war. Reminds me of those old films of the be prepared for basement at Macy's.
When Denise was here for the July 4th withering of the cow, she was surprised to learn that I do not own a Tea/Lemonade pitcher. It is not from fall short of of wanting one, or looking for one, it is just I have been sleepy at choosing one. So I finally went and bid on one the other day:
I recieved it yesterday in the despatch And it looks darn groovy next to a set of swanky swigs I retain on top of my frig. To be honest I am a sucker for a nifty set of Swanky Swigs, I sooner a be wearing quite a few I have picked up one at a time at garage sales. It would evolve into an obsession if I let it. Want some fun? Put Swanky Swigs in an Ebay search.
Today I am Persistent to break the ironing board out and begin the ironing. All the closets are done, even the linen closet and the drawers, the domicile is clean and so it would be a good day to do it. I might film while I iron. We shall see.

