Sometimes I hear something that cracks me up, a literal LOL moment. One of my coworkers was going to spend her birthday weekend with her daughter, a 90-something aunt, and her cousin. Using the quote above, she described their Italian family tradition of occasional women only weekends. While the males were off doing manly things, the women would feast on chicken and a jug of wine hauled up from the cellar. I’ll bet there was yarn involved.
Knitting SIL Ellen and I had some womanly bonding time during her visit. We didn’t kill a chicken, but she knit a sheep:
Gracee will miss her, too, especially her comfy yarn:
Life's a Stitch 
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