Life's a Stitch

That’s daughter #2’s word for the flawed thinking that comes out of our mouths at times. Come to think of it, even she has spewed some flawgic in the recent past:

We own three cars. Gasp! We register two during the year when the girls are away at school. The PLAN was that if they wanted a car during the summer they would register and insure the now almost 17 year old Grand Am with only 60,000 miles, and use that for work. The REALITY is that they pay for the insurance and we drive it while they drive one of the other vehicles. "Oh, I can’t drive standard," whines one, "Oh the minivan is too wide," moans the other. So, the Grand Am is relegated to the parents.

This plan had become so very comfortable for the girls that  I was lectured by daughter #2 that since she is paying for the insurance on the Grand Am, the Jetta was hers to use as she pleases this summer starting with a trip to the boyfriend’s place, three and a half hours away, on her first night home from school. I maintained my parental cool and used it as a teachable moment. She now knows that insurance is half the cost of a car, not counting maintenance and car payments, something her sister will discover really soon with her first vehicle. I admit, she was gracious in her reception of this information. This is the same girl who used to swear she would never carry a purse full of coupons and shop the sales like her mom, that is, until the realities of university life set in.

I can think of examples of knitting flawgic regarding things like gauge and blocking.

In the spirit of flawed knitting blog logic (say that three times fast) here’s a photo of Gracee enjoying  a last drop of Bailey’s: