Murphy's Law for Slobs

Without fail, I will spill something on myself when I am wearing white.

And it's always coffee or a tomato-based food product.

And it will always happen in a situation where changing my outfit is not easily done.  It happens when I am already at work, in the middle of a meal-in-progress, or as I am in transit.

Without fail.

To wear a nice starchy white, because the outfit's mood demands it, is to make a guaranteed prediction into the future that I will spill my drink or my meal on myself in an obvious space (both easily-visible location on my shirt, and a geographically inconvenient locale.)

And then this realization hit me.

Aunt Mary's Spinach Dip from the Olde Country

In the annals of the Summer Soiree ^(TM) party series, there are many tales of inebriation, serendipity, and cuisine. This legend is of the origins of the landmark dish known as "Aunt Mary's Spinach Dip from the Olde Country", and it begins way back.

Way back.

The Main Event: Knit vs. Crochet

There's no Main Event, of course.  Just happens to be the first topic I thought of, and coincidentally I was asked this very question just today by a West Coast relative who is also quite the DIM herself.

Plus, this is one area in the vast world of DIM-ing where I do actually have a split opinion.

The contenders?  Knitting vs. Crocheting.