It is in truth not for glory, nor riches, nor honours that we are fighting, but for freedom -- for that alone, which no honest man gives up but with life itself.
It was foretold anyway, when I was knitting for all of the other babies earlier in the year...
My sister made me an uncle again with a 8lb, 19 inch boy.
I, said the sheep with curly horn,
I gave him my wool for a blanket warm.
He wore my coat on Christmas morn.
I, said the sheep with curly horn.
- from "The Friendly Beasts" a French carol.
I shed enough tears and finally dried my eyes and added my voice to the mix.
* My brother's wife just gave birth.
* My second cousin just gave birth.
* My friend from grade school will be giving birth in a few months.
It's been a year.
...and I still miss Jason.
We've got a ways to go, but, we've come a LONG way since.
For today: let's remember Stonewall.
Happy Pride, folks!
To celebrate the centennial of Elizabeth Zimmermann and all of her inspired works!!!
...called "Unventions" -- her own coined term.
I was digging through some old files and came across this that I wrote quite a while ago about my favourite sweater.
The idea was tossed around on other groups as well as this one.