The little guys for the
Third Annual Holiday Swap are done and excited to be in the mail. Here they are in a final class photo. Ten are pictured, but I actually knit a baker's dozen because I love that phrase. Yes, baker's dozen has some
sinister history behind it, but I was taught (by my dad the generous florist) that a baker's dozen was started by an actual baker adding an extra cookie to the twelve bought in his shop. Maybe it wasn't a cookie, maybe it was a cupcake or a rye roll. My dad was vague on this point, but you get the idea.
The news says that we're headed for hard times here in the states. My friend Madame Mary Catherine would say that this is the natural cycle of all fortunes and she would be right. She would also caution that you can't really make your own luck, but you can influence the fortunes of others so pay attention. I wonder about that.
Her advice brings me back to the baker's dozen. Rather than being afraid that I am going to run out, maybe I could look at what I have—not things, but skills—and add a little extra to someone else's bag. I know, I know, maybe corny, but at the right time (in a thousand small ways) maybe very powerful. Research and testing are required. I'll let you know what I find out.
Enough philosophy for this post. Here's one last thing about the Pinkyderms. If the little bell jingles when the recipients hang the ornament, they should make a wish. Who knows? Maybe there's still some magic left in the world and I'm helping them reach out and grab it. Wouldn't that be something?
