You know how lint collects in pockets and the corners of the laundry room? It collects in my head too. Here are some random lint-like tidbits that I am compelled to share with you.
I was contemplating buying a skirt on eBay, a Hanna Andersson skirt for the girlie. The listing stated that it was 100% cotton, but I asked the seller whether it was knit or woven. This was the answer:
I'm going to guess a knit. How would I tell if it was either? The tag does not specify. Sorry that I do not know exactly. Thanks.
I forward the exchange to my sister, whose good advice was:
Don't buy it. You shouldn't be supporting a moron.
Miss M. and the twins from next door are picking a movie to watch. "How about Snow White?", says one. "Nah, too kissy" says Miss M.
The chicken we got for dinner last night came with a "Farm Verification" label, complete with a code to plug into their website, so that we could find out where the bird was from. On the website, an address and a map popped up: the chicken came from Pennsylvania, 190 miles away - not locavore, though close. But that more meat had such labels.
Have you heard about the Indian car company called Tata that's up and bought Jaguar and Land Rover (and Pininfarina)? I am now constitutionally incapable of passing a Jaguar without saying, usually aloud, "bodacious tatas".
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and you have no passed the tradition on to me.
Bless you.
heh. those last two snippets are RICH.
Not many jaguars around here, but you can bet I am stealing your phrase (which had me laughing outloud) for if I even see one.
Love Miss M. And that be the way I feel about most Disney movies.
"Thank goodness I'm already rid of my Range Rover" was the first thought that crossed my mind when that sale was made public.
Otherwise, I'd have to beware of passing you on the road ;)! Love your thoughts!
I find it rather creepy that I can find out where my dinner used to live. Cause then I would start thinking about all the Christmas dinners it would be missing with its family and all that...
i definitely don't want to know where my dinner is from.
I just had to google the difference between knit and woven. Just sayin'
OOOOH! I do own a Land Rover, and I've been contemplating her name for a long time now. TaTa it is!
knit? woven? whaaat? no ideer here either. is this an insider joke for textiles majors?
Wow, a local-ish chicken and Tatas all in one post. Are those woven or knit?
tatas made me giggle, too
Did you see the documentary about the two young guys who farmed an acre of corn?
Of course, my children are eating watermelon as we speak, so we clearly have a long way to go.
Hi, just stopping by to tell you, you won! I have a SanDisk Flash Drive to ship you:) Just email me your address, and what color you want (red, pink, black) and we'll ship it out to you:)
Congrats!
Don't know knit from woven? That's a sad commentary - either on the grasp of the language or the grasp of clothing...
Or I'm getting old....(do they still have Home Ec?)
I am never going to be able to look at a Jag the same way again... ear worm....
woven things are made with threads going crosswise, and up/down threads weaving through them. these tend to be flat and not stretchy.
knit is more like the sweater aunt edna gave you, with rows looped into the rows below. or, like your t-shirt, which is made like edna's sweater, but by machine and with much thinner threads. knits tend to be stretchy, even without stuff like spandex in them.
and you'd think a seller of clothing would know that!
p.s. -- rayon crinkle fabric is stretchy, but is also woven. the stretch is in the crinkles. iron it, and it's flat.
Knits v. Wovens throw me off every time. And I work in apparel and know the diff, but still...ack.
I know where my food comes from. 'Cause I called them to deliver it fresh and ready to my front door. *grin*
Food that comes with "verification" labels is bad enough....but scary are those of us that actually go on-line to see where it hailed from.
And I agree with your sister and the non-support of morons. But they ARE a lot of fun to talk about.
Soon we'll get birth certificates with cute names for our little chickens and they'll be signatures on their little heinies.
see now i'd selfishly say buy it anyways on the off chance you'll pass it down:)
So that's lint in the head, then? Ah, mystery explained.
Your note about the chicken made me think of something from when I was little. I was probably about Miss M's age - we all sat down for dinner and I said to my mom, "mom, does this chicken care if we eat it?" Ha ha!
Love the farm verification idea. I will have to check it out. Thank you for sharing this!
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