That was Fun

Redwitch guesses: in reality you are a dyslexic born again Christian!

No, I am pretty sure you can't fake what I do. I can't anyway. I lack imagination. ;)

Zoomcity says: you love pistachio ice cream, but don't like pistachios.

Actually, I like pistachios but don't like pistachio ice cream. I don't think it tastes like anything.

Sweetpea guessed: You love to travel, but do not like hotel beds, so you travel with one of those silk sleeping bags that protects you from hotel sheets.

Do I really seem like this kind of a person? Because I am. My friends at stitch camp call it my shroud, but dude, do you know what is on hotel sheets? It doesn't bear thinking about. I bought mine after a particularly horrible weekend on the scratchiest sheets known to mankind. I had to wrap myself in a blanket even though it was about 85°F with 85% humidity. I could not sleep on those sheets. So the princess needed a silk sleeping bag.

Anon says: When riding the bus, you can't sit on a rear facing or side facing seat and stitch because you end up having to frog when you get home.

I always ride in a rear facing seat on the El and sometimes ride in a side facing seat on the bus (no rear facing seats on the bus). I find my need to unstitch does not vary depending on where I sit. I can make as many mistakes while I lie on the couch as I do when I am upright.

Cathy says: You like fuzzy crazy colored socks all year round.

I have precisely one pair of crazy colored socks, and they are indeed a little fuzzy. I used to wear them with clogs and a fuzzy purple sweater that matched the stripes in the socks. But the sweater is gone, so they rarely come out anymore. I still wear them with clogs when I do wear them--I mean, where's the fun in crazy socks if no one sees them? The truth is I rarely wear socks--not a fan--and when I do it's almost always black trouser socks. Bo-o-oring.

Donna says: Your dream job involves living on an island where the masses can't bother you.

There is no doubt that people make me very cranky.

Coral thinks: You hate it when people cannot remember how to ask to borrow something (a South African down falling of note); "Can I loan your sharpener?" "Could you borrow me your paper clip?"

I had a South African friend in college, but I'm pretty sure he never confused borrow with loan. I think it's probably true that I would hate people confusing borrow and loan, though I can't be sure. I had a boyfriend in college who said "axe" for "ask." I broke up with him for much more serious reasons. What do you think this is, Seinfeld?

Connie says: Methinks that despite your blog name, you are really a very sensitive, deeply mushy, very fragile delicate little flower that loves everything and everyone around her. Oh, and you hate people who use the word "methinks".

Sissy and I sometimes say we are "delicate flowers" usually after we've let a giant one rip (either end), so ironically. And when Alice Roosevelt said that thing, I sat next to her. So, I'm pretty sure that there are a lot of people who think I got it right.

As for methinks, some people who can get away with it. Usually, they are dorks dressing up for the Renaissance Faire. But I think it works for you. ;)