Knives
Just a little more on the knives... I find this a fascinating pattern.
In college, I've dated three guys.
Tr-v-r: Dredlocked and built like a triangle. He made me a knife out of scrap steel and a deer antler.
Ad-m: Skirted farm boy. He bought me a large kitchen knife with a wooden handle.
M-c-h: Intellectual caper-have-r. He bought me a black femme fatal knife with a hornet on it in France.
I'd never owned a knife before college, now I have three distinct ones to go with three distinct men. I've tried to think what kinds of knives my previous boyfriends would have given me, if they were to fit our relationships as these have. Possibly:
Chr-s: A scythe, with a short handle, for cutting wheat. Old, warped wooden handle.
L-ke: a small, whimsical one, attachable to a keychain. It's shape would be ovaline when closed.
J-s-n: Dramatically powerful. A stone inlaid in a handle, or one with extra blades that pop out when you press a button.
N-ck: Something poetic, a stiletto knife that could be strapped to my calf, under tall boots.
But these are perhaps, and if I owned this many knives, I wouldn't know what to make of it all, honestly.
Also, the house is amazing amazing. We eat meals together most every day... we fall asleep on the porch swing and hammock together. They jump in bed with me to say good morning- and I'm making up for a severe hug debt. It's lovely. I like having my sister around. I made her breakfast, a tradition in the making, perhaps. Work is still wonderful- my boss sent home a pig with me that was leftover from work. The housemates rejoiced.
In college, I've dated three guys.
Tr-v-r: Dredlocked and built like a triangle. He made me a knife out of scrap steel and a deer antler.
Ad-m: Skirted farm boy. He bought me a large kitchen knife with a wooden handle.
M-c-h: Intellectual caper-have-r. He bought me a black femme fatal knife with a hornet on it in France.
I'd never owned a knife before college, now I have three distinct ones to go with three distinct men. I've tried to think what kinds of knives my previous boyfriends would have given me, if they were to fit our relationships as these have. Possibly:
Chr-s: A scythe, with a short handle, for cutting wheat. Old, warped wooden handle.
L-ke: a small, whimsical one, attachable to a keychain. It's shape would be ovaline when closed.
J-s-n: Dramatically powerful. A stone inlaid in a handle, or one with extra blades that pop out when you press a button.
N-ck: Something poetic, a stiletto knife that could be strapped to my calf, under tall boots.
But these are perhaps, and if I owned this many knives, I wouldn't know what to make of it all, honestly.
Also, the house is amazing amazing. We eat meals together most every day... we fall asleep on the porch swing and hammock together. They jump in bed with me to say good morning- and I'm making up for a severe hug debt. It's lovely. I like having my sister around. I made her breakfast, a tradition in the making, perhaps. Work is still wonderful- my boss sent home a pig with me that was leftover from work. The housemates rejoiced.