Day 2 Continued.After our visit to Waterford Crystal we wound our way to Cork, Blarney and on to Killarney for a two night stay. Blarney is a small village dominated by a castle and the famous stone. The kissing procedure involves a long climb to the castle venue, laying on your back while a burly Irish gentleman, holding your ankles, lowers you into a hole in the ground, where now upside down, you may kiss the fabled rock. Wearing skirts is not recommended for the ladies. Mrs T, to my surprise recommended we skip this event on two grounds: (1) it was too long and too wet a climb up the castle , and (2) I was way too loquacious and full of b.s. as it was and didn't need any further encouragement in that area. I accepted her reasoning, knowing full well that the alternate two hour shopping spree at the woolen mill in the village was where her heart was really at. So went shopping.
Her mission was to find scarves for gifts to friends. My secret mission was to find her a sweater.
Ignorance in action on my part. I quickly discovered that machine made woolen in Ireland or father afield is considerably less quality (and price) than handknit in Ireland. I went for the later. Paid for and shipped to the States. She has been more than a little pleased with it over the Minnesota years as and important part of her fall and spring attire! The heck with the Blarney stone!
A quick lunch and we were on our way to Killarney. The tomato bisque soup was scrumcious
Had to laugh at her reason #2. That has never been on my wish list. Think it is the hanging upside down at the whim of a stranger.
ReplyDeleteIf that was the sweater you bought her, you did well and I can see why she loves it.
A friend claims his illness was from kissing the famed stone.You may have avoided the plague. LOL
ReplyDeleteI agree with "Out on the Prairie". Too many lips on that stone!
ReplyDeleteHi TB - the 'stone' isn't that inviting is it ... Irish wool always good, while the soup looks delicious ... as too the dessert! Cheers Hilary
ReplyDeleteThanks for the memory. I went all the way to the blarney stone but in the end hadn't the courage to do it. Women didn't wear trousers in 1954! Did go to the woollen mill, though. Hope you enjoyed Blarney as much as I did.
ReplyDeleteI had no idea about that procedure in kissing the stone.
ReplyDeleteI find it hard to believe that anyone would choose shopping over the opportunity to kiss the blarney stone, but you were a good sport about the whole thing.
ReplyDeleteDear Troutbirder, that sweater you bought her is lovely. I bet it's thick and warm and makes your wife feel like a million dollars when she wears it. That was so thoughtful of you--and I suspect you truly didn't need to kiss the blarney stone--you seem from your postings to have the gift of spinning a good yarn! Peace.
ReplyDeleteI agree with "Out on the Prairie". Too many lips on that stone!
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