only slightly OT: tunisian crochet

I find that I can see through to the 'bones'. The DH can't. I have a solid oak 1900-1920s dining room suite, in Queen Anne style (bulbous legs). Actually a 'dinette' set since the table is quite narrow and the leaves pull out from the ends. When we got it from my parents (who had bought it from an elderly lady in 1942), it was quite dark - almost black. It came with six chairs and a buffet style sideboard. Eventually when I could afford it I had it refinished. Now the oak is a middle warm oak colour. The DH actually said, he had wanted to 'throw it out', and couldn't believe the difference.

I can often see the bones in a old house, and point out the original features which have been plastered over, or had the roof line changed.

MargW

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My daughter's 4th grade class chipped in to buy a guinea pig and slips came home requesting holiday guardians. We had a guest for most of the school holidays so I should've known better than to okay being entered in a 'lottery' for ownership when school was out. My daughter didn't do a good job keeping the cage clean so it really reeked at times.

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anne

A friend of mine who teaches in an inner-city school in Baltimore City would get baby chicks each spring to raise in her classroom, ferrying them back and forth between school and her home in rural York, Pennsylvania, daily! She said they were required by the curriculum to have a live animal in the classroom, and chickens were a wonderful pet for several reasons: most of these kids would have very little other opportunity to observe/handle chickens, chickens aren't usually a trigger for asthma/allergies, and many of these children are being raised by grandparents, who would come to see the chickens and share stories of their own experiences raising chickens in their youth. This is a school in a very impoverished area and most of the time, the parents/grandparents/guardians have very little involvement in the schools, so every opportunity for positive home/school interaction is precious.

When the chicks got too big, she gave them to a farm in her neighborhood.

Sue

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Susan Hartman

When I saw this woman on the local news she just came over to me as an idiot who didn't really think the whole thing through. I am not surprised her neighbours did not appreciate three chickens in her garden. As a side bar - all the poop was clearly going in the garbage because putting 'raw' chicken fertilizer on your plants is not a good thing.

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lucretia borgia

So glad it is only temporary---we need you around here. Dawne

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Dawne Peterson

Thank you. The white belt and loafers was such a look...

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Cheryl Isaak

A lot of people have trouble doing what I call "visualizing" - looking at something and seeing how minor changes can make huge differences. I have several friends who will ask my help before getting that picture or piece of furniture because they just can't see how it would look with what they already have. But they can sure see where you're off a penny!

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fran

"Cheryl Isaak" wrote

Perhaps it was the reference to labour--as a hippy mum in the mid seventies, I wore a red more or less bandana print granny dress, sleeveless but with a nice ruffle around the bottom, when I boarded the city bus on a hot June morning to go to hospital to have DS. Granny dresses were absolutely wonderful in the muggy Ottawa heat.

Dawne

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Dawne Peterson

"anne" wrote

When DD was in the 7th grade, I was asked to take the school turtles home for the summer. DD has been teaching highschool for 5 years now, and I STILL have 2 of the turtles.

Dawne

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Dawne Peterson

That's right, I had forgotten that, a ruffle round the bottom hem.

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lucretia borgia

Sucker lol (Takes one to know one!)

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lucretia borgia

And today, a granny dress sounds like a heavenly thing to be in for the remainder of the day

C
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Cheryl Isaak

Exactly. I reckon that's one fashion I wouldn't mind coming back. Granny dresses hide a multitude of things and they're a great equaliser, don't you think?

I still smile when I remember the lovely spring morning I got up late to find everyone else in our share-house had gone off to Uni without me. 'Oh well', I thought, 'I'll use the time to wash my hair'. Having washed my hair, I donned my lovely checked seersucker granny dress and my wooden-soled sandals and went for a nice walk in the lucerne paddock. I took my comb with me and eventually wound up sitting on a massive fallen tree, combing my hair out in the sunshine and then making a daisy chain out of the clover and lucerne flowers to be had there.

The sun was so invitingly warm and the breeze so fragrant, I lay down on the log and gave myself up to daydreams. Of course, I nodded off and woke some time later, having dreamt something about being kissed because I could still feel warm breath on my cheek. I opened my eyes to see an enormous moist pink rubbery nose just inches above mine!!!! And then another!!!!! Two half-grown Murray Grey bull-calves had come to see what I was and they were *licking* me awake!

I got up to shoo them off, but they were quite insistent about investigating this odd bale of hay they'd found in their paddock. They wouldn't leave me. I shook my skirts at them and even ran at them, waving my arms, but they only trotted off a short distance and then returned to sniff and moo at me. I began to walk backwards toward the gate, which wasn't easy in a paddock with tussock grass and lucerne and rocks. Remember my wooden-soled shoes?

The bull-calves doggedly followed me, trotting off each time I shouted and shook my skirts at them and then returning to keep a barely-respectable distance of about four feet (which was far too small for my liking - after all, they were bulls!)

That was when I was very young and hadn't yet learned much about cattle. The funny part is how scared I was! LOL! I dunno what I thought those calves might have done, but I think a serious licking was about the worst I might have expected. They were just curious as all young cattle are.

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Trish Brown

Let's all rush out and make one! (One each, I mean! LOL!) The more I think about it, the more I can see myself in something long and commodious with that lovely ruffle around the hem. I've still got my original pattern, but sadly it would probably fit DD these days... and not me. No problem, though: a granny dress is just a yoke and a hunormous skirt after all. What colour would you make, Cheryl? I think mine would be bottle green with sprigs of flowers printed all over.

(PS. DD has recently fallen in love with 'Gone With the Wind' as I did at about the same age. She has formally asked me to make her the green-sprigged white muslin dress that Scarlett wore to the barbecue at Twelve Oaks. I think I'd like to try, just to prove to myself that I can! LOL!)

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Trish Brown

I don't have one any longer, so I am in my nightie lol

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lucretia borgia

Once you've figured it out, I'll send you my dimensions and a large check and you can make a second!

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Karen C in California

Two of the regular posters on alt.sewing have made these in the not-too-distant past. If you were to ask nicely, I know they would be happy to share their experiences such as which patterns are easier to use etc.

Olwyn Mary in New Orleans.

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Trish Brown

The version that I can still find are the muu-muus that Vermont COuntry Store (among others) sell. Short and long.

Alison

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Alison

I remember muu-muus! I had a green one! It was very short!

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Trish Brown

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