So there I was, watching a perfectly straightforward news feature about Fibre Space, the yarn shop in Alexandria, Virginia. It’s all very cool to see Danielle Rominette living out her dream of owning a yarn shop. Such a great space, beautiful yarns, all that. Would love to meet her.
With no explanation, right in the middle, 1:40 minutes in: YIKES! Those women! Kay and Ann, singing “Pardon Me (I Didn’t Knit That for You).”
It doesn’t take much to send me off into a tailspin of existential self-appraisal these days.
In Other News Involving Fancy Dresses
My self-examination about my never-ending fantasy of becoming a country singer led me to a certain gratitude at having new Christmas records to play while I decorated my Christmas tree. In particular, this brand-new-yet-also-vintage batch of Loretta Lynn, White Christmas Blue, got me through the traditionally gruesome hangin’ o’ the lights.
This is the first Christmas album she’s released since 1966. FIFTY YEARS AGO. Chew on that! For 49 years, Loretta has been all “One album is plenty of Christmas.” Then all of a sudden she’s: LET’S GET ON THIS CHRISTMAS THING AGAIN.
If you ever hear anybody talking about “the Nashville sound” of the 1950s and ’60s—less mountain, more swing—this is it. Owen Bradley produced so much of it, such a legend in Nashville.
ANYway. Holiday music is really on my mind right now. Would be happy to cook up a playlist if everybody would post suggestions over in The Lounge at “Holiday Music Playlist Suggestions.” The less familiar, the better. Any genre. Musical saw? Sure. Tabernacle choirs? Of course. But anybody who suggests “Frosty the Snowman” can just go listen to this.