In the course of the lectures, he mentions how the word butterfly was actually flutterby, until the Norman invasion, where some of the letters were swapped. I, being a lover of butterflies, loved the idea of flutterby much better, and have tried to call them since. (Though it does bring quite a few raised eyebrows, let me tell you!)
About a month and a half ago, I was in the fabric store, and they had some lovely green cloth with large green polka-dots on it. But what I noticed were the bright green and pink flutterbyes all over it. As I was begging Mum to let me get it, I noticed there were words on it. Peering closer, I saw that the word Flutterby was scrawled across the cloth at random intervals. That clinched it and Mum let me get the cloth. On Sunday, I made it into a little summer top. Only, now the sun's become a stranger again, so I'm wearing a little white sweater beneath it. (And no, it came with the smocking already done... I don't have that much patience yet!)
It's much brighter in life, but this picture will hopefully show my love of green - and flutterbyes.
Ignore my hand, and just note the word...
I love bright flutterbyes! Even pink ones, green ones... any colour, really.
How awesome! I call 'em flutterbys as well; learned it in England from my fourth grade teacher. But that's so neat that you found fabric that actually says it . . . and it's pretty, too. Very nice blouse.
ReplyDelete-Jhaniel