>Beware the "Power of Seven"
>Hmmmm…while I was happily knitting away on my new Swallowtail Shawl with my twice frogged Art Yarn called Alfabeto, I was tagged by the mysterious “Power of 7.” Unfortunately I have to pass along this curse to other bloggers who’ll be named shortly. It was very sneaky BadCatDesign who got me. Go take a look at her blog, where you’ll be happily lost in lace knitting for many hours!
Here are the rules for us ‘taggees:’
Here are 7 things you may not know about me:
2) I love to sing. I’d rather sing than talk any day. I’ve had the good fortune to sing with some great conductors in some great halls, like Carnegie Hall, Avery Fisher, and even NYState Theatre where I sang while the Mark Morris Dance Co. danced!
3) Someday I’m going to learn bobbin lace. Really, I am. When I do I will weave a lovely linen square and surround it with bobbin lace for a handkerchief.
4) Not so surprisingly, I am a cat person. All my cats have had Greek names, which has been the greatest use of my many years of Greek studies. Also, I give boats Greek names.
5)I am very right brained. It’s hard for me to figure out a sequence to accomplish anything, but I somehow manage to finish a few things every now and then by what seems like magic.
6) I’m a terrible housekeeper, perhaps because I’m right brained (I can’t figure out the order in which to accomplish good housekeeping). However, most people don’t realize this weakness in me because I hide things whenever people come over. These hidden items are often lost for years.
7) And almost no one knows this about me: I was born in Texas. I come from a lllloooonnnggg line of Texans on both sides of my family. I moved away just before starting school, but was back in Texas for a few years during middle school which was in the late 60s, so I was part of the first attempts at desegregation. I was bused from the “good” part of town into the less desirable part. There were no school buses for this, so at the tender age of 12, my friends and I braved riding the city bus across town until our mothers panicked and formed a carpool. In hindsight I realize we were too young to be afraid of the situation, and too young to understand how our parents felt. There was a lot of violence in the beginning, and I think most of us knew to keep it under wraps or our parents might die of anxiety. In the long run I found it a valuable experience.
3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
Hmmm….Like my tagger, BadCat, I might opt for less than seven. Here are the unfortunate chosen:
Rob Osborn (the amazing homebrew guy!…and my son!)
Okay, I’m off to warn the taggees of their taggedness.
