I just love flannel flowers, they have a Latin botanical name that I don't know and probably couldn't pronounce if I did. The petals are soft and fluffy - hence 'flannel flowers' - cream with soft green tips, the leaves are grey-green. This sweet vase of flowers was sitting on the concierge's desk at the spring flower show I went to see last month. Seeing them grow wild in the bush is such a pretty sight.We have been noticing lately that there are many Special People sharing this world with us. You may have come across a Special Person yourself? These are the folk who are so very important that they don't have to wait in a line of traffic with the rest of us, but can drive alongside and push their way into the line further along. Obviously their time is much more valuable than ours, as they are in much more of a hurry. Kevin and I have decided that we feel privileged to belong to a human race which has such Special People in it. Invariably male, frequently driving an SUV (often a large black one) or the tradesman's dreaded white van (a rusty crapheap with at least one ladder on the top and paint tins visible through the windows). The dreaded white van is prevalent in our part of Sydney, and we have yet to see one driven as though its driver knows how to safely control a motor vehicle.
I'm sure Australia doesn't have a monopoly on Special People like those?
I am heading for the sewing machine while I still have it and while it is still daylight, as I need to hem a black top which I am shortening to disguise a tiny hole just near the hem; I need it to take away. Tomorrow morning My Lovely New Bernina is going to the sewing machine spa and will stay there whilst we are in Canada.
"Offensive Behavior.
No gentleman is ever guilty of the offense of standing on street corners and the steps of hotels or other public places and boldly scrutinizing every lady who passes."
5 more sleeps until we fly.
Jennifer
The guys now stand there to smoke!
ReplyDeleteIt's cold, bring warm flannels...oh you know that already.
Yeah I hate pushers too. I could just squeeze a bit more to the right to put them on the shoulder, but being Canadian, I let them in...
I love these...years ago you used to be able to buy them as cut flowers but have not seen them for ages.
ReplyDeleteMind you I do not often go past a florist any more either!!
do you get all teary-eyed when you leave your machine? i know he'll come back a better man, but ... i miss him when he's gone
ReplyDeletenope, no special people here - everybody patiently waits their turn in line and no one ever cuts off anyone ... we have pink elephants at the zoo, too - and pigs that can fly
Our Special People come out in droves around the local elementary school to pick up their Special Children, where they use the shoulder of the road as their designated lane, even though it's not wide enough, and almost scrape the mirrors off our cars squeezing through. This happened most recently last week, and I had to grip the steering wheel and suck in my breath in order to not make rude noises and gestures at the SUV that almost side-swiped me. I almost lose my good raisings around arrogant drivers.
ReplyDeleteHere in Texas, the "special people" tend to be male, 20-45, and driving Ford F-series pickups--the higher the number, the more "special" they are! Or they drive white vehicles...those are the worst!
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