OT: men wearing ear-rings

over 60kg? Over 60 cm? Over 60 km/hr?

Elizabeth

You bad girl you!

You have a point! I figured one of the designers would help out!

Nah, they'd just look at you and say "Canadian, eh?"

--------- Interesting Joan Here Ski hats are called Sock hats mirjam

I'm a bit chary of metal sculptures, Joan, dear. Here in N'cle, there are two such public objets d'art quite close to one another at the main bus-stop for the city.

One is about 25sq.m of bronze feet in strange shoes (eg. old-fashioned boots, sandshoes, stiletto heels etc). It's quite cute and decidedly clever, indicating that the bus-stop is for all foot-types - BUT - it's dangerous! The feet are only about 10" high and so easy to trip over if you're running for a bus. I've seen old ladies catch dangling shopping bags on them and (far more amusing) hurrying businessmen in suits catch the legs of their trousers on them. ROTFL! I know its not very charitable of me, but it *is* quite amusing to watch someone find himself halt for no explicable reason. The facial expressions can be very funny!

The other sculpture is of a herd of faceless, skinny persons (androgynous ones) who seem to be wrapped in plastic wrap or some other form-squishing substance. They stand opposite the entrance to the KFC on the bank corner and appear to bear mute witness to the slimming properties of the food therein. (!) Now, they're a real obstacle to the bus-run and people bang into them all the time through running while not looking (eg. consulting a watch or looking in a handbag for a bus-ticket). One of these days, someone's going to be seriously hurt by one of these persons!

Just remembered a third. It's on the street parallel to the main one in Town and consists of an ovoid shape made from a thin grid of metal rods. Out of this arises a tall, scimitar-shaped form that goes up about three storeys. Driving past this sculpture one day, my DS (who would never normally say something like this and thus sent my eyebrows shooting into my hairline) commented 'Nice sculpture: looks like a lonely testicle.' DH and I fell about laughing and now the sculpture will be The Lonely Testicle forever.

The thing DD made for metalwork (took her half of last year) was a candleholder made to look like a stylised Cape Buffalo (her favourite animal). I was blown away by her vision in seeing the animal in such simple terms and so I'm quite proud of this piece of work. But I *wish* she'd take to sewing! I get so much pleasure out of it, I want her to do so too. Y'know? (Also, who'll I leave all the stash to?)

Maybe she wishes you got as much pleasure out of ironwork as she does, Mama.... Isn't it cool that she has a medium and a vision and is learning to translate that vision into that medium already? I think it is! Just think of her ironwork as her sewing.

Elizabeth

We shall have to win the Lotto and bring you to Sacramento. There is a sculpture outside the Federal courthouse with fish in sneakers .

I'm younger than you, and my friend who crazy quilts is younger than me.

ROTFLMAO!!! All right! Ya got me! ;-D

So, tough deal....you and Brat don't qualify!! Joan E neither. Only the wise and ancient ones are truly worth Gowdome; You kid s are G-I-T Gows in training!

maybe GitKid is a name for you al!

Gill

Ah Gillian, just stick with Gits lol

I have a story about my tartan skirt. My Dad was sent to Scotland on a project, and brought each of us girls back a tartan pleated skirt. Mine was very lovely-black and forest green and navy blue with a pair of thin light blue lines running through it. Through a series of interesting circumstances, I ended up getting to go to Scotland for the same project several years later, and went on a search for a matching scarf. Jim and Norma, the owners of the B&B I was staying at offered very kindly to help me identify the pattern, after I spent several days blithering on about how gorgeous it was, and how much I adored the pattern, etc...

I finally got a chance to get to the various touristy woolen goods shops, and found a scarf in the pattern to match my skirt. I duly purchased the scarf (and a pair of wool jumpers-on tan and one in cobalt-I still have them and they are still gorgeous, 18 years later)--anyway, I brought the scarf back to the house, and proudly pulled it out, only to have Jim fall about laughing. When he finally could breathe enough to talk, he told me that identifying the tartan was no problem, as it was his family tartan. If anyone wants to see it, look up the MacCallum tartan. It is still my favorite.

Elizabeth

I believe I already have a name, thank you.

Dr. Brat

ROTFL! What a small world, eh? It's a lovely tartan, too! I have a fondness for the Black Watch because I had a skirt of it when I was very little. I was surprised to find the whole clan tartan thing isn't as old as we might all think, but still a lovely tradition and the variations of weaves gives us all that variety to enjoy!

I love flower thread! sigh, I miss the DMC stuff! C

Amen.

I'm looking forward to DD having the chance I didn't and learn wood and metal work in school

But there's no Brat tartan !