That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for August 21, 2019

It was the busy time of the year for Margaret; Wimbledon was going to start in a couple weeks.

Knitting this shawl is so boring it’s easy to forget when to stop.

Then it’s me and my {knitting}

For the rest of the morning

For the rest of the afternoon

For the rest of my life (From James Taylor’s “Millworker”)

Hilda often found herself wondering what life would be like if her right foot was anywhere near as large as her left. Maybe then the townsfolk would stop chanting “Bigfoot! Bigfoot” whenever she clomped by.

Cinderella waiting for the arrival of Prince Charming with the glass slipper. Besides, she’s worried because her feet swelled from dancing so much.

You can tune a piano but you can’t tuna fish without Annette.

“How long is this going to take? It feels like forever already.”

“Anet” means Dill in French, and dill goes well with fish, so it kind of makes sense.

(crawls back under the rock)

If only my laxative would kick in!

I hate Tuesdays waiting for the weekly bus to town

Steve—yours is the best caption today! You finally beat out all of these wannabes (like me)!

“That man…… comes home and just dumps his stuff on the floor. Well, at least he closed his umbrella this time. “

That’s the third time she’s been put in the naughty chair this week.

Now here we have sweet little Molly / whose gaze is a bit melancholy / but it isn’t the net /that begets her regret/ t’is her shoes – they clash with her ’brolly.

There she sits, every morning, five days a week, staring at the telly, waiting for her favorite show, The Price is Right……….Priceless!!!!!!!!!!

When Annette first moved to the abandoned house, she was a brunette with a fondness for brightly colored clothes. But over time, all her skirts changed to match the carpet, and her tops began to fade in the walls. Shortly after that, nobody saw Annette again, and the house stood, abandoned, ready for its next tenant

LOL, Annette.

“I’m not going to use the umbrella as a golf club and putt the meatball. I’m not going to use the umbrella..”

Well… I needed a good groan to start the day

She left him for a fisherman…

I could have had a V8.

when she wore those shoes, no roach was safe, even in the corners..

Nominative determinism?

One day, one day, it will finally rain, and then, I’ll be able, at last, to use my umbrella.

She stared in disbelief at the size of the hairball the cat had hacked up.

Rapunzel cursed her decision to dye her hair red as she finally made the connection between that and her recent lack of suitors.

Trying to remember what it was she wanted to do next…..

Annette, wondering if she might feel better if her corset wasn’t so damn tight.

The local banker’s wife was named Penny. The town drunk’s wife was named Brandy. All in all, Annette considered herself fairly lucky.

She yearned—just once!—to bust out of the limited palette of her life and maybe knit a shawl in bright orange … or maybe not one but two shades of vivid purple. Then the radical fashionista in her soul could really soar!

The fisherman’s wife: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Charles_Edward_Wilson_The_fisherman%27s_wife_1904.jpg 

(best viewed with Google Chrome, which can automatically translate most pages as necessary) has info and links that point to info about this roughly B3 paper size painting.

https://www.the-athenaeum.org/people/detail.php?ID=3259 

https://www.bonhams.com/auctions/14218/lot/136/ 

https://www.hopkinscollection.com/greetingcards/prod_6248988-Charles-Edward-Wilson-Collecting-Eggs.html 

https://www.jigidi.com/jigsaw-puzzle/4QZ73NXQ/Charles-Edward-Wilson-The-Fisherman-s-Wife-1904 

all have info, or links that point to more info, about this artist, perhaps in addition to than what’s perhaps indirectly pointed to by the title URL: 

https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Edward_Wilson_(Maler)

and links it points to (again, Chrome can automatically translate as necessary). This is the first work by him used here.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #2269 (August 20, 2019) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment.

She was only the fisherman’s wife, but she cast a wide net just for the halibut. The guys were reeled in – hook, line, and sinker.

“She farts the holes, I sew up the holes. Not so bad. 3 pence a day. I’m happy. I SAID I’M HAPPY!”

Catchy.

It would be even more ironic if she were ironing…

I actually knew a cornet player named Jeff Cornett.

lisa mae being of limited cash, bought a new umbrella, now she is waiting for rain to justify her spending.

Hmmm. It worked. Now what is the next step when I’m “catfishing”?

One of my aunts was a friend of Annette’s. Yes, that Annette.