Monday, 2 February 2009

Pay it forward

I won a draw on this lovely blog

and so to fulfill my part of the bargain I am now offering to 'pay it forward'

  • I am giving myself 12 months from the date of the draw to complete my tasks
  • I will pick the winners out of the hat
  • entrants must post a comment under this post with the following details; your blog URL and a joke that will make me laugh!
  • I am not a professional seamstress or knitter, but we can decide between us what I can make for you
so there you go this will stay open until the end of February and I will make the draw before the end of the first week in March



Mrs Fink said...

A knight in a besieged castle offers to break out and ride for help.
Unfortunately all the horses are dead so the knight suggests riding out on
the back of a giant wolfhound.
"You can't," says the lord of the manor. "My wolfhound has a sore leg. The
only other dog is this Chihuahua,
and I wouldn't send a knight out on a dog like this."

craftygirl the beachcomber said...

A woman is knitting as she drives (which is totally unsafe, and I don't advocate it). Pretty soon, her speed has crept all the way up to 95 mph--and she passes a parked police car. The car gives chase. Officer Bob turns on his siren, but the woman, oblivious, doesn't notice him. Finally, he pulls up alongside her car and yells, "Pull over! PULL OVER!"

She looks at him, looks at her knitting, and yells--

"NO! It's a CARDIGAN!"

craftygirl the beachcomber said...

Another one I found ...

There was once a man and woman who had been married for more than 60 years.
They had shared everything. They had talked about everything. Nothing was
held back. Well, almost nothing. They had kept no secrets from each other
except that the little old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet
that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.

For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the
little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover. In
trying to sort out their affairs, the old man took down the shoebox and took
it to his wife's bedside. She agreed that it was time that he should know
what was in the box. When he opened it, he found two crocheted doilies and a
stack of money totaling $250,000. Holy Moley! He asked her about the

"When we were to be married," she started, "my grandmother told me the
secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever
got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doily." The old
man was so moved, he had to fight back tears. Only two precious doilies were
inside the box! She had only been angry with him two times in all those
years of living and loving. He almost burst with happiness. "Honey," he
said, "that explains the doilies, but.... what about all this money? Where
did it all come from?"

"Oh," she said, "that's the money I made from selling the doilies.