As you can see from the story, Seagirl is not entirely left-brained. She also wrote comedic song parodies in her earlier years and played a mean clarinet. Her knitting looks very good now – must be all those airline miles to practice!

I'm glad she was able to share the luncheon experience with the Lipp sisters and all of you.

But the Italian cashmere? Tasteful, simple, timeless.

Nothing elaborate, very simple 3k3p rib, with dark grey Italian cashmere yarn on #5. Improvised from several patterns. Stayed on the narrower side cause I wanted more of a retro look vs. mall muffler.

You are way ahead of me on Kiogu and Arucania!

I think it was wonderful of you to share the opportunity with Deborah and Roberta, and vicariously, with all of us. Thank you. The details you gave us only enhanced our enjoyment, and it wasn’t gossip. My asking what Jon smelled like was gossip.

Now, the important details — what was the yarn, pattern, gauge? A nutty Koigu, or a swirly Arucania?

So I take my enlarged glossy print and autographed card over to the local frame store to preserve the occasion. They are busy, so I put the photo
down on the counter and look at framing materials. Before I could set the record straight…

Clerk 1: OMG! Is that your boyfriend? He's GORGEOUS! Ellie, come here
and look at this guy.
Ellie (Clerk 2): Wow! What beautiful eyes he has. You're so lucky.
Clerk 3 (Jewish motherly type): You look so nice together. Are you two
married?

Of course, this is way too kind, me being old enough to be Jon's very young, already married mom. But what was more telling was nine women over 40 in the store had never seen MM. We still have work to do!

SusanF, neither Roberta nor I, when quizzed by Jules, could recall any hint of cologne or fragrance. Sorry, but if you could find "clean and good" in a spray bottle, that would be your pillow lullaby.

but it was fun gossip. if only I'd had an answer.

I mean, here's the thing, y'all. As omigogomigodomigod as we sometimes make it sound, that's our way of having fun. Is he devastatingly handsome? 'course, but we knew that already. The thing that is important to get across is that just sitting and having a conversation with the guy was easy. Not making fools of ourselves, not being nervous, not having to practice restraint from asking invasive questions, not actually drooling was easy.

Why? Two reasons. One is, he's a pleasure, and a real guy, and a smart, comfortable one, and that just puts you at ease. But the other? The three of us are pretty much normal. We're grownups, y'know? We're, what–a pleasure, and real women, and smart, comfortable ones that just put a person at ease.

Really not a mystery. It was just lunch.

(Lunch that will leave me glowing for weeks.)