Musings From Fabrics To Dye For, or What's Happening Here Anyway?

Howdy, Ya'll!

It was an easy enough concept, at least it seemed so at first consideration. Meet the girl, fall for the girl, bring the girl home to Texas, live happily ever after. Of course, the girl has a business too, which means The Texas Boy has to learn about same. It's the right thing to do. It goes without saying, of course, that the business isn't anything The Texas Boy has ever been exposed to except in an extremely periphial manner, so there's this tiny learning curve. Boy, Howdy; is there a learning curve. Still, the girl's here, and so is the business, so here we go:

First thing, right off the bat, there's The Sidewinder Issue. What, you may ask, is a Sidewinder? It's a fair question, and one asked more than once by The Texas Boy, who happens to be somewhat thick regarding such matters. After all, there are sidewinders aplenty in Texas. Some, but not many, live in extreme West Texas. They're a couple of feet long, give or take, and have vile dispositions and fangs. They shimmy on their bellies like a reptile, to steal a phrase from an old Ray Stevens song, because they are, after all, reptiles. The other kind live mostly in the big cities of the Lone Star State and make their living by lying, cheating, stealing, and generally defaming the good name of a relatively innocent reptile. It's a stretch of sorts to understand how in the world rotten people acquired the name of a largely innocuous snake but they did, not that it matters any, because this ramble is about neither snake nor scoundrel but rather about a sewing implement of the same name; The Sidewinder, by Wright.

I'm told it's a nifty little product and makes winding a bobbin much easier than it would otherwise be. The Girl That Came to Texas has a bunch of orders for them, and a lot of customers anxiously anticipating the arrival of same. ("Same" being the bobbin winder and not the girl!) Well, they're here now, and The Girl is working herself to a frazzle making sure they get shipped. That's good news, or at least I'm told it is. All of you folks who ordered one should be seeing it in a couple of days, which beats the dickens out of the couple of months everybody was thinking it was going to be. Progress of a sort! (Pack and ship. Pack and ship. All we ever do around here is pack and ship!)

Why, you might ask, am I telling you about bobbin winders in my first installment of what may, for better or for worse, turn into an ongoing series of disjointed rambles about almost anything you can think of? It's hard to say, except that I wanted to help out and maybe explain that the Sidewinders are on their merry way to your house, presuming, of course that you ordered one in the first place. That being accomplished, I shall now move on to even greater endeavors, like trying to pursuade Jenny that it's really ok for me to buy a Ducati.

Meanwhile, I do have one question to ask---a parting shot, if you will. What's a bobbin?

  Hasta Bye Bye,

     phil