better safe than sorry
you could poke your eye out.
Sunday morning was grass clearing at the Jr. High School for the all school sports day next sunday. It’s a big day for students and families and the fields needed clearing for parking.
and HOLY SHIT if they didn’t have men with WHIRLING BLADES OF STEEL working in the fields while women and children cleared up the grass….. with one damn rake and a whole bunch of hand held sickles. Two fields, maybe an acre or 2…. all these damn people and about 10 men walking around with not those fishing line weed whackers…but WHIRLING BLADES OF STEEL. Not one pair of safety goggles, no safety guards on the damn blades, a field full of tall grass and ROCKS. And not one person thought to , oh I dunno, cut one field first, then send in the women and children to clean up…. HELL NO…. we all worked together…. me thinking the whole damn time that rocks would just be flying poking EVERY eye out. Or someone walking into a WHIRLING BLADE OF STEEL. Two hours later both fields looked great. No one had gotten hurt and we were each given a cold drink for our trouble.
oh look. I got some new plates. They are antique and I have been wanting some like this FOREVER! My neighbor lady knows that I have been coveting plates like this and each time I nearly purchased some at flea markets that we attend together, she would say… “Oh I will just give you some of mine” and FINALLY FINALLY SHE DID!!!!!!!! They are from her husband’s side of the family and she gave me 5!!! and I love love love them. I don’t have anywhere to store them so I just keep them on the table and we use them for dinner.
Oh and I bought some KASURI antique yukata cotton at yet another flea market. A set of 5 pieces, about 11 x 7 inches….and I could get 4 sets for about 10 dollars. It is such fabulous stuff that I will probably do nothing with it for a while and just be happy holding it and looking at each piece until I find something *worthy* to make. I have several great Japanese quilting books and magazines and I will look through them for inspiration.
Last but not least, a belated HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY to all the mother’s. I want to thank mine for supporting me and for passing on the fiber love gene…the one that is fed with frequent garage saling and the purchase of blouses made of cool material, the cutting out and stitching together of squares and triangles and general pleasure from fondling cloth that is soft.
I love you mom.