women of a certain age are like sunflowers; they know how to turn their faces to the sun.

Monday, November 19, 2007

On the Road to Morocco

We're off on the road to Morocco
This camel is tough on the spine
Where they're goin', why we're goin', how can we be sure
I'll lay you eight to five that we'll meet Dorothy Lamour

Off on the road to Morocco
Hang on till the end of the line
I hear this country's where they do the dance of the seven veils
We'd tell you more but we would have the censor on our tails

We're off on the road to Morocco
Well look out, well clear the way, 'cause here we come
Stand by for a concussion
The men eat fire, sleep on nails and saw their wives in half
It seems to me there should be easier ways to get a laugh

We certainly do get around
Like Webster's Dictionary we're Morocco bound

-Bing Crosby

First swatches for the Woolen Rabbit shawl, tentatively entitled:

(what else?)


Luscious laceweight in yummy Tupelo Honey. Now I'm off to combine the elements in a master swatch.

With lovely lace we will be found...

Come along with me...

We're Morocco bound!


Donna Lee said...

Love the color. And I can hear Bing singing, wherever he is.

Opal said...

Oh how exciting! A shawl is being birthed.

La Cabeza Grande said...

So far, I like what I see! And I love how you Used the lyrics to showcase your creation :o)

Lark said...

I can't wait to see Morocco! Thanks for the smile. The elderly woman who lived next door when I was kid always watched Bing movies. She taught me to crochet, and was beloved as a grandmother. Blue skies!