i'm a cowboy who never saw a cow never roped a steer 'cause i don't know how and i sure ain't fixin' to start it now
There, now that you've seen it, do you see what I mean?
Really, I'm sure Frieda Harris worked really hard on her contest entry. When I think of the sacrifices she made, designing and working with all of that Red Heart Super Saver, well, seriously. I am sure her family sat around and oohed and aahed over the final results, and the kids are going to fight over it in her will, and the obituary in the local paper will include a line that "she once took first place in the cross stitch category a national afghan design contest." There's likely a local color piece about her now, and a picture of her sitting at her kitchen table, coffee cup in front of her (decaf, because she can't have the regular stuff since her heart troubles, you know), pointing to the letter she received from Herrschner's telling her she won and the check for her winnings. Scattered among the piece are images of her other cross stitch/crochet hybrids and a picture of the winning afghan, with the caption, "The winning afghan. Mrs. Harris received a $50 gift certificate to the sponsoring craft company as a prize." And at bingo night at the Elks Club, the numbers caller will even announce it for everyone to hear, and she'll get a round of applause. And boy she showed that nosy Mabel Summers, who always takes first place at the county fair in both the crochet division and the apple pie division, and everyone knows Mabel doesn't put any lemon juice in her apple pie, and that's why people always tell Frieda her apple pies are so much better.
Come on, tell me you didn't think exactly that when you saw that afghan.