Smoking and a Yarn/Pattern Giveaway.

Yeah, I know; it's an old theme, the Lé Slouch Deux, but I have a couple of balls of the Elsebeth Lavold Bambouclé leftover and want to give them away along with a copy of the pattern. You all give so much to me in terms of support and I won't ever use this same yarn any time soon--it's lovely but I have a lot of knitting to do--so why the heck not give it away?

We've been so busy that there hasn't been time to take new pictures so I'll post an old one of the beret in the yarn I want to give away. Yes, I'm smoking. I don't smoke. At least I don't normally smoke, but when there's a good cigar in the vicinity, I'll want to give it a try. And I'm no poser. I can blow smoke rings like nobody's business. Not good ones like my grandpa Herman whose name was really Everett yet people called him Herman the German although he wasn't German, either. If you've read this blog for awhle, you know of him. He was the nude sculptor. Meaning, he didn't sculpt in the nude. He scultped nudes.

But I am rambling. About the smoking: Funny thing is I did sorta smoke for about five minutes. It started as a way to shock those around me back when I was in my 20's and at first, it was all about the menthol and then it was all about those French cigarettes in fabulous colors with gold accents. I could only find them at Gelson's. They cost a bunch and tasted like crappola. One day, I hopped in my blue Prelude and drove up the coast to my grandmother's house in the Bay Area. I drove for seven hours with all the windows down and the sun roof open blasting Stone Temple Pilots the whole way. It was a good time there, all alone, in my car smoking and flicking the butts out the window while waving at all the truckers there on the 101.

Until one made its way back into the back seat.

And lit the car on fire.

That was the last day I ever smoked.

Leave me a comment with a remark about an old habit, and in a couple days I'll do a random selection for the winner of two balls of the Elsebeth Lavold Bambouclé and a free Lé Slouch Deux pattern. I don't care where you live. You are all invited to join in.

Comments now closed. Winner being contacted.

Comments

[Flossie]

oy, too many bad habits to even count. Smoking and biting finger nails are the two big ones that I gave up. Although, the finger nails one rears it's ugly head every so often.

[LizzyK8]

Chocolate...in all shapes and forms.

[Jennifer]

I was a smoker, twice. I've quit twice now too. After over a year I guess I don't smoke any more. But even though it would make me feel lousy sometimes I do miss it.

[Shanna]

I pick my face...like, all the freaking time. Random hair? Picked. Zit? Picked. It makes my husband insaaaaaane.

[Diane]

Nacho cheese doritos and Coors Light. Friends and I would go on road trips, and those are the "groceries" we'd bring with us. Perfect for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

[rilana]

Smoking, for me. Bad, bad, bad.

[wendy]

no worries. My mom spent half her life in front of the medicine cabinet mirror, picking her pores.

[Rora114]

Oh man, I used to bite my nails down to the skin, and then pull little threads of nail all the way down to the cuticle. What a painful, ugly mess. One day something clicked and I stopped chewing my fingernails all together, though if I get a snag, it's hard mental work to not pick up that habit right where it left off.

[Diane Tetreault]

Chocolate, ice cream, stockpiling yarn, warehousing quilting fabric....the list goes on and on.....

[Cinnamon]

Oh, there are quite a few habits, and not many of them old, but I guess I don't bite my fingernails anymore, not that they look any better now then back then...

[Princess Di]

I also smoked in my twenties. If I did it now, you would most likely be scrapping me up off the floor.

[Diane Tetreault]

Lacking moderation... and I forgot to put my info on the previous comment.. ugh!
ditetre(at)mac(dot)com
Many thanks!

[Kimberly]

I smoked in my 20s but only when I went out drinking with my girlfriends. For some reason, one too many Stockholm Royales would send me over to the dark side, begging a cig off the nearest person. Then we all got married and stopped going out for drinks. So the smoking stopped too.

[Victoria Stefani]

I started smoking as a senior in high school; my boyfriend smoked Salems and I didn't like the taste when we kissed, so...yeah, not the greatest logic. A few years later my mom quit smoking and to get me to do the same, pointed out how much I could spend on clothes if I wasn't spending it on cigarettes! I've had a few lapses, usually at parties with friends who were also sneaking one in like guilty school-children, but it's been more than 10 years now since I even did that!

[Ginger]

I also used to smoke, but now my worst habit is picking at my fingers and nails. Not chewing, but picking with my hands.

[Darlene]

I, too, smoked in my 20's when I was an airline "stewardess". We could not smoke in uniform, so we either went up in the cockpit to smoke or snuck into a bathroom in the airport to smoke. Thankfully I gave up the habit when I was pregnant!

[susan]

I don't know if this is a bad habit, but I apologize for everything. My feminist self cringes every time, too.

[Cate]

I used to bite my nails. No matter what my mom did to try to get me to stop, it didn't work. I think I just outgrew it.

[Ale]

Chocolate. Specially truffles. Can't resist.

[tara]

FInger biting. I started when I was about five and am now forty. I hate biting my fingers but I haven't found a way to make myself stop for good.

[sylvie]

I'm yet another nail-biter. I've had hobbies or jobs for years where my nails have had to be very short, and somehow clippers leave them weirdly sharp. Plus when I get stressed I chew on them.

[Cheryl M]

Picking at my finger nails, I don't bite them I just pick until they peel or break... need to wear more nail polish, discourages my bad habit!

[Darci]

Ahhhh, an old habit...which to pick. Definitely, the random cigarette which ended in my 20s when it became too much work but how I miss a good book and a cigarette.

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With all of the people who smoked around me growing up, it's a miracle I never picked up the habit. My bad habit (that I try ohsohard to stop) is picking at the skin around my fingernails. Until I bleed. There are places I have not fingerprint left. Spouse says I even do it in my sleep. Awful habit.

[Katrina West]

Funny, what you wrote sounds a lot like me in my teens. I also smoked for a brief time, until I knew I was getting addicted, and decided I would nip it in the bud before it became a lifelong habit.