This weekend at my Aunt's house, my sisters and I rediscovered our love of crafts and all things crafty.
Ky was a knitting bandit (well, she always has been - she just found more tricks) and learned to make slipper socks. You know, those hideous slipper socks that old women give away with gusto to anyone who's feet are not nailed down. Lyn and Grandma Rita (not our grandma, but everyone's grandma) spent hours using the embroidery machine to stitch adorable teddy bears onto the corner of unsuspecting face cloths. I was given a crossstitch kit to finish and am in seventh heaven (but with no Barry Watson). I worked on it for hours after I got home last night and can't wait to work on it today again.
Why is it fitting that we are practicing our spinstering? Because, we live in the neighbourhood spinster house. Ask anyone in the area about our house. They will tell you "The three spinster ladies used to live there." My house was occupied for 40 years by three single women. When my neighbour found out that Lyn and I had moved in, she excitedly exclaimed that we are just what that house needed.
Ky swears she is never moving in.
*** Okay, even using spell check doesn't help. So I keep having to fix this dang thing. Sorry.