So I have this lovely cashmere sweater

Shame about the sweater. When I was a kid, I remember one time after my mother had hand washed a cashmire sweater, she laid it out on the kitchen table on a towel to dry. One of my fathers hunting dogs to be, a pup Gordon Setter pulled mom's sweater off the table and used it as a chewy toy. Mom pulled out the broom and chased that little critter all the way behind the barn, and dear old dad caught he!! for not watching the dogs LOL.

So, did ya get enough wood to make the sacrifice worth it?

Doesn't sound like a day in the life of a soccer mom.

The great thing about ruining a cashmere sweater is that it only happens once - then you get to wear it ALL the time and never worry about ruining it again, and it REALLY becomes your favorite sweater.

I hate when that happens.


Flannel, jeans, & boots = way easy

BrotherBart said:

Doing The Dixie Eyed Hustle said:

I hate when that happens.


Flannel, jeans, & boots = way easy

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Then you pull in the driveway and the horses have gotten out, the wood pile has fallen over and the tree guys left the rounds laying all over the driveway and the Dixette is standing there saying "Mom there is something pouring out of the washing machine.". The last thing you think about is "Well, I think I should go in and put on some flannel". :coolsmirk:

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But, I already had the flannel on, BB.

All of your criteria has been experienced, trust me ;-)

I was desperate for wood last year and a local sawmill that used to have cheap plentiful slabs had become well known, so there was a waiting list. One day I get the call at work that my number came up and I have to get there that day or they'll move down the list. Fortunately I had a pair of gloves with me, but that was it. Oh, and it had rained that day. And it's "load your own". I tried to lay out slabs to walk on to keep me from sinking in the mud, but I ruined my shoes and my dress pants didnt fair well either. Turned out the slabs were dripping wet they were so green, to top it off. I didn't bother changing clothes when I got home and unloaded them, what was the point by then!

I'm sure they got a kick out of watching the prissy girl in heels trying to tiptoe through the mud, but by gosh I got me some nice slabs that I'll enjoy burning THIS year!

Glad you got a good score Kathleen, you'll have fond memories when you look at that sweater now!

Karen

Is that a red dot?

Pagey said:

Is that a red dot?

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First thing that came to my mind, too! Oh, Georgie, I love cashmere... caaaaaaashmere.

u need a vehicle with a built in telephone booth. + a second dog to clean up for the first & vice-versa

Hopefully your sweater is still in reasonable condition.don't suppose someone makes a Cashmere kevlar blend ?. Pete

Who cares about the sweater, tell us more about the wood. :lol:

Todd said:

Who cares about the sweater, tell us more about the wood. :lol:

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I was thinking the same thing!

Being a righty, I have about 20 or so shirts with burn marks on the right sleeve from hitting the hot stove while loading.. not to mention permanent scars from wearing t's while loading (yes, I usually wear a glove, but the burns are always right where the glove ends).

~*~Kathleen~*~ said:

that I had received as a gift. Truly the nicest sweater I have ever owned. I wore it to work today. After work i met up with some friends for dinner. I then heard about of some free wood. A short time later I was climbing over these rusty metal rebars and up on top of a big stack of logs and brush to some less accessable wood that was split and seasoned. I was then standing on top of the logs and slinging splits towards my truck.

After loading the truck I cruised home and unloaded as quickly as I could. It was dark. When I'm not home at dusk to supervise, a few of my fat hens will roost in the tall rhodedendrons. So then I was climbing a ladder and grappling with unruly chickens. I headed inside, cleaned up some dog puke, started a fire, put the kid to bed. Then I remembered my lovely sweater :lol: My flannel lifestyle was not kind to my sweater.

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Sort of sounds like a normal day for around our place... But I'd have left the chickens unless you have coyotes in the area. Now the dog puke though is something else.

~*~Kathleen~*~ said:

BrotherBart said:

We are wood burners. That is what we do.

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That's it. Follow the wood.

Bart if you don't post on my threads they are likely to quickly drift into oblivion.

The wood was worth it! Best wood yet, and I really need it.

The problem with jeans and flannel is I can't wear it to work.

branchburner said:

The great thing about ruining a cashmere sweater is that it only happens once - then you get to wear it ALL the time and never worry about ruining it again, and it REALLY becomes your favorite sweater.

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True that!

Great story about the setter and the sweater

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Always keep a spare set in the truck!! Plenty of room to change in there too

Sounds to me like you now have a cashmere firestarter...

I work in IT so we have to "dress nicely", I was at the park today and I noticed a work crew out there cutting down deadfall. They were confused as to why the idiot in the tie was asking if he could grab a few rounds but they were more than happy not to have to chip them.

Welcome to the coven, K

branchburner said:

Doesn't sound like a day in the life of a soccer mom.

The great thing about ruining a cashmere sweater is that it only happens once - then you get to wear it ALL the time and never worry about ruining it again, and it REALLY becomes your favorite sweater.

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So true

Shouldn't the title to this thread be "I HAD this lovely cashmere sweater" . . .