Aw, {{Wraith}}, that is really nice. There are times when we travel on a very rough road, but having your company helps to make the trek worth while. Thank you.



My hero, my warrior, my peacemaker, my friend,

I'm wishing you all the sweetest joys and happiest blessings for Christmas, for the New Year, and for Always.

Peace.

Beautiful!

Wishing the same to you, my friend. Hoping the New Year brings you much joy and happiness.

I was wondering if folks were going to stop by during the Christmas season to see my card.

Thank you.

Now that I've gotten the sentimentality out of my system for a little while, I can get back to being a sour puss. Thinking about that health care "reform" legislation is really putting me in the mood to write some flaming articles, and not just about this latest example of bad news riding a donkey.

Gracious. At this rate, I might have to keep writing until I drop dead; and even then I might have to keep writing lest I get bored.

Anyway, for the moment, again I thank you for stopping by. Have a good holiday week.

The Dark Wraith will now rest up for the coming storm.

Now that I've gotten the sentimentality out of my system for a little while, I can get back to being a sour puss.

Grr.

LOL

Rowr.

:o)

Peace and joy to you, dear Wraith (though you may prefer to skip the peace part, scrapper that you are), and to all my friends here. May the new year bring us surprises, by not being worse than the old, [warning: do not hold your breath], and by the country to realize that the worship and practice of mediocrity is the 8th deadly sin.

Wild Clover and her clan, sending to all good vibes in hopes of sanity returning to the world...or coming for the first time, I'm unsure.

DW:
I just read your side bar about shirt sizes. Women's clothes have been that way for years. I am wearing the size I wore in High School, yet I recently gifted Implet with my favorite flannel overshirt I have had since 1976. I cannot get my arms into the sleeves. I realized a few years back that female clothes had increased in size relative to the label when I gained weight and was fitting 16 women's which were too small in HS.

Wild Clover,
It's a conspiracy, I tell ya! It's all the fault of the clothing industry. They keep shrinking the clothes and tell us the size is the same when a size 10 back then is really now 9 and a half! Same with shoes. What used to be size 9 is now an 8 and a half.
It can't be us...getting bigger! It has to be those feriners using that confound "metrik system" they're trying to ram down our throats!
Next thing you know, they'll be putting flourides in our bottled water and telling us we like it!

Everyone, have an "increasingly" happy holiday.

Good afternoon, Father Tyme.

Actually, the effect is the opposite: the clothing manufacturers are making the same sizes larger so people who have become bigger as they age can say that they still fit in a smaller size.

I should not be swimming in a men's 32/33, but I am. Given that I am about five feet ten inches tall, going to a smaller size may mean having to go to the young adult men's section, which is where I can find all manner of annoyingly slovenly clothing, but no good looking shirts (especially given my weird aversion to any fabric that is coarse-feeling against my skin). The problem is compounded by the fact that my chest and shoulders are unusually large compared to the lower part of my torso. (I suppose it's about time for one of those special recipe posts I do every year or two. You know: the ones where the last picture of the food preparation process is where I'm holding the resulting dish while wearing no shirt and low-slung pants. Then again, that meme might be getting too old for anyone to care about anymore.)

Anyway, put it all together: measurements give these dimensions, right now: chest 43 inches, waist 31 inches, arm 23 inches, neck 16 inches.

That's a prescription that can't be filled off the rack, certainly not going by the sizes that are on the labels relative to what they were 20 years ago.

And don't get me started on pants.

Grr.

The Dark Wraith might have to go back to making clothes like he used to when he had more time and better eye sight for threading those stupid sewing needles.

DW,
Size must be in the eye of the beholder! I find the opposite.
Be that as it may, I offer a number of burlap sacks should your interest ever be piqued!
And while the shirtless pix may be "beef" for the gals, please don't feel slighted if I pass! LOL! (the food pix are another story!)
Super fabric glue makes that needle and thread nearly obsolete today.
Have you simply considered body spray paint instead of fabric? Fat Tuesday IS coming up! (Skip the beads!) Har har!

Don't you wish I'd wear body paint for a published self-portrait, Father Tyme.

Aminal.

The Dark Wraith will not be cheapened by low-quality semi-gloss indoor/outdoor latex paint.

Another tempting dish post?

Yes, please! I could go for that.

What a sweet greeting. Thank you DW, and may the coming year give you many blessings.

Oh, and hurry it up with a sourpuss rant.