Chivalry is not the least bit dead, at least in this part of the south.  We were at an after-the-football game social at my MIL’s church Friday night – a safe place for kids to go after a home football game, with food and a Christian band.  While I was getting the kids rounded up to leave, my MIL was getting ready to change out the bags in the trash can, as the first one was overflowing.  A young man walked up, ready to fill his plate with something to eat, and saw what she was doing … then he stepped over toward her and said, “Ma’am, would you like me to help you with that?”  She wouldn’t let him (feisty 71 yo), but I was impressed and touched, knowing that this is exactly the type of young man I want my son to grow up to be.  I can talk all day long about a woman being allowed to make choices for herself and feminism … but, when it comes right down to it, I’m a weeping willow for chivalry.

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I entered a local quilt shop this weekend, on an emergency run for some flannel to finish a quilt I’d started.  When I walked in the door, I was stopped dead in my tracks.  Right.  There.  Front.  And.  Center … was a flannel strip quilt, all pretty and colorful.  Except (you KNEW there was going to be an exception, right?), whomever sewed it didn’t sew the strips in opposite directions, so they had a curve.  A sag.  I could hardly bear to look at it – or trust anything else hanging on the walls in the shop.  This is a QUILT SHOP – not some amateur quilt show.   I didn’t say anything, because it wasn’t my place.  But, by golly, I sure wanted to!!!

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So much for sneaking M & M’s during my late-night book-reading marathon.  I enjoyed just a few (handfuls) of the sweet treat, then put them away.  Didn’t think much else about it.  Until I went to get ready to bed…and took off my bra…and an M&M fell to the floor.   Thank goodness I only embarrassed myself with that one.  Except I’m dumb enough to tell the world about it here.  🙂