One thing I like about traditional needlepoint is that it stitches up much faster than cross-stitch or petit-point, both of which I love but sometimes I want a quicker project.
While I don't think I'll be stitching anything from Rosey Grier's Needlepoint for Men, that samurai is pretty badass.
While I don't think I'll be stitching anything from Rosey Grier's Needlepoint for Men, that samurai is pretty badass.
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Cafe Press carries dog shirts in a variety of sizes, so I'm looking for a rainbow design available on a dog t-shirt that's just right for my Fender-kitty. Right now I really like this rainbow paw shirt. Hee.
That and my dad knew him.
While we're on the topic of RFK, my dad was a campaign volunteer and reportedly shook his hand the day he died. (When I found this out, I told Dad not to shake my hand if I ever ran for political office.)
He knew a LOT of football players, especially from back in those days (the late Sixties and early Seventies.)
It seems like all my LJ friends have these fascinating family members. I just have a bunch of clowns!
My dad was all over the place (one of his books is on eBay!); my mom knows a lot about birthing babies; one sister was an oncology nurse for Warhol, briefly; the other...OK, wait. MY SISTER KATE is the most boring.
Whew! What a relief!
In terms of interesting things I have done that can be mentioned in polite company, I am probably the most boring member of my family too. I make up for it by being the best me I can be. (Guess who's been reading too many children's books again?)
My sister's a mushroom.
I am, at least, sorta curious.
I had to ask about the song because all three of the girls in my family are named after songs. It's just one of many of my dad's interesting quirks.
I'm just named for my father, except I'm II. (Not Junior; couldn't live in a small town with a semi-normal name, nope. HAD to have an ordinal. Thanks, Dad!)
My parents' one anomaly in naming was giving me a middle initial instead of a full middle name, but it goes well with my orneriness.
During my senior year of high school one of the counselors insisted that I *must* have a middle name that I just didn't want read at graduation, but one call to my parents settled that.
My dad is also named for his father, except that Grandpa's first name is in English and Dad's in Spanish. No Junior there either, except on Dad's shoeshine box.