Saturday, January 20, 2018


Thursday, January 18, 2018


Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Unwelcome Attentions

Minnie outgrew her schoolgirl crush on Reserve Cat fairly quickly.  Now, evidently, the shoe is on the other, paw.

He has taken to creeping up on her and conducting himself in a manner unbecoming and there's a very Ruth Buzzi/Arte Johnson flavor to the entire situation.

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Knitting - A Sleeveless Pullover for Servicemen

From Smart Knitting, 8th Edition - 1951 and in the middle of the Korean War, a sleeveless pullover.  It was part of the Servicemen's Section, which claimed "We've surveyed the boys themselves to find out what they actually want and would find most useful."

One page of instructions may be found on my Flickr account.

Monday, January 15, 2018

January 15th

Of course, all I am doing today is knitting preemie hats for the AHA.  Does that count?

Saturday, January 13, 2018

The Letter Of The Law

Enter Reserve Cat, stage right.  Batdog bounces up and starts prodding him with one forepaw.

Me: Nein!  Bad dog!

Batdog looks at me, reaches out a tentative paw and takes another swipe at Reserve Cat.

Me:  No, stop.  Nein!  Leave that cat alone!

Batdog whirls around and jumps on Sheba instead.


Friday, January 12, 2018

Quote Of The Day

image from Pinterest

Be not forgetful to entertain strangers; for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.  ~ Hebrews 13:2

Thursday, January 11, 2018

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Workbasket Magazines - September, 1945

With patterns for men's knitted socks or anklets, a crocheted elephant, a Morning Glory quilt, and a crocheted "cascade" of flowers to dress up a blouse or dress.  The pdf can be downloaded from the Antique Pattern Library website.

Monday, January 8, 2018

Vintage Advertising - Quaker Macaroni

From Woman's Home Companion, January, 1921.

Saturday, January 6, 2018


image from FB

Friday, January 5, 2018

Quote Of The Day

image from Pinterest

Most cats are absolutely tactless; they are easily bored (showing their boredom in a manner which it is perfectly impossible to construe otherwise), and have the rooted conviction that the human inhabitants of the worlds were created solely amuse, feed and shelter them. ~ E. F. Benson

Thursday, January 4, 2018

Grrrsday - Swallows Starlings

The art of flying - short 2 min version from Jan van IJken on Vimeo.

Like the elephants and the giraffes, this is amazing.  Unlike them, this is real.

EDITED TO ADD:  School was cancelled because of the sub-zero cold and wind chill.  The New Kids are sitting on the windowsill watching birds in the birdfeeder. Reserve Cat is roaming around the house with a peeved expression on his face because he can't go outside. Brian and Batdog are playing keep-away with Batdog's stuffed duck.

I'm waiting for something to break.

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

Workbasket Magazine - September, 1944 (maybe)

Another issue of Workbasket from the Antique Pattern Library.  Again, if my arithmetic is correct, Volume 9 is September.

Projects include a crocheted apron, "shoulderette," several knitted edgings, a tatting lesson, and the quilt pattern 54-40 or Fight.

Saturday, December 30, 2017


We didn't do a tree this year, and I'm wondering what, if anything, we'll be able to pull off in 2018.

Friday, December 29, 2017

vintage greeting card from Mazaika

Out over the flat, white wastes of fen, over the spear-straight, steel-dark dykes and the wind-bent, groaning poplar trees, bursting from the snow-choked louvres of the belfry, whirled away southward and westward in gusty blasts of clamour to the sleeping counties went the music of the bells. ~ Dorothy Sayers

Thursday, December 28, 2017


Bagram, Afghanistan.  Image from FB

Seasonable tokens are about, as Dickens said.  I see a Santa hat, a beard, and two sets of antlers (and that's just on the dogs).

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Seems As Though It Starts Earlier Every Year

cat butt sold separately

Three seed catalogs, delivered the day after Christmas.

Monday, December 25, 2017

A Close And Holy Darkness

image from Le Divan Fumoir Bohemien

Looking through my bedroom window, out into the moonlight and the unending smoke-colored snow, I could see the lights in the windows of all the other houses on our hill and hear the music rising from them up the long, steady falling night.  I turned the gas down, I got into bed.  I said some words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept. ~ Dylan Thomas