Went to the Kings Head for lunch with my friend Margaret (the bravest woman I know) and her lovely husband. Then low and behold my other very, very, good friend Valerie (of bag fame) was there with an American friend. Val wonders about the honour of having a bag named after her, old bag, and all that. I have explained that it really is an honour as this bag happens to be a brand new, designer bag, and is, incidentally, knitted in colours that she loves. She has however requested a tassel or two!
It did remind me of the time that my husband was honoured by having a new species of fossil named after him. In his case a six million year old horse, a horse with three toes which came from a dig in Iran. He led several expeditions to Iran, obviously long before the revolution, and this horse Hipparion Campbelli was one of the fossils discovered by the group. Apparently, not all professors get to have such a noble animal named after them, some, it is rumoured, have had rats named after them! Gordon Getty, who financed the expedition, was also honoured with a new species of fossil horse named after him. Hipparion Gettyi.
Which brings me on to great presentation ceremony, held in Virginia USA, in the late 80’s. The press were out in force as were local and national TV. The invitation stated ‘black tie’; in England, in those days black tie meant evening dresses for the ladies………..you got it, all the American women were in smart ‘power’ suits, and what was this little English crocus wearing? full length black strappy number, of course. I hoped no one had noticed, but several of the men said, “Well, I think you look lovely”, it was the “Well” and the emphasis on the “I”, that said it all……………………… and, believe it or not, the evening got worse. Gordon was making a speech, I was (customarily) placed on a table far away from B; lights dimmed, silver and crystal sparkling in the glowing candlelight and, with feet under the table, the dress faux-pas not so apparent, in fact, I felt I was blending in nicely. The elderly gentleman sitting next to me, suddenly made a lunged toward my name tab and, at the same time made a grab for the candle (he wanted to know who I was and couldn’t ask because Gordon was making his speech). This was the days of big hair and lots of (inflammable) hair-spray………… …………fast forward, Susan on fire, waiters beating out the flames with napkins, a fire extinguisher, carbon smuts floating all over the table, Gordon doggedly carrying on with his speech, Susan’s inappropriate dress spectacularly drawn to everyone’s attention………….. I wasn’t badly burned, and the hair, eyebrows and eyelashes eventually regrew, and I did get my fifteen seconds of TV fame. The very best bit was when B met up with me afterwards and said, “Whatever have you done to your hair” – he had missed the whole thing!
My walk this morning was a chilly one. I’m an avid viewer of the weather forecast, but I somehow don’t always quite take it all in, if it’s nice and bright over Norfolk, then that means sunshine, and that means warm, even hot, Doesn’t it? Well this morning, up with the lark, out in the sunshine……………….and, um, the frost! Once again totally unsuitably dressed. But I now have it taped. Oak before Ash we’re in for a splash: Ash before the Oak we’re in for a soak.
So what happens when they are neck and neck, hosepipe ban? Oak and Ash together in the wood – maybe we’re in for a flood? I’ll stick to the weather forecast, and try to pay attention.
I am working fast and furious on my knitting projects and have just blocked two cardigans and a tunic ready for pressing overnight. Today I am determined to finish the second version of Valbonne.
Back to friends, Margaret’s birthday is on the same day as Charlie’s. Wills calls her his second mum, and Charlie says she’s the one person in the world he would turn to if he was in trouble and needed help. Every mother should have a friend like Margaret for her children to rely on. She would drop everything to help me and I would do the same for her. My friend Val, of bag fame, (this will really stick – she will for evermore be my friend of bag fame!) has her birthday on the same day as me. She’s very talented and creative, and such a clever writer, and I love them both: here’s to my friends, those mentioned and those, so far, unmentioned.
And another of my favourite things. Just look at the workmanship in this…………………
Some things are pleasure to use……………………..