Pickles by Brian Crane for January 03, 2020

Earl better zip it before it gets sewed shut!

He’s lucky she’s on the floor, or he’d be bob-bob-bobbin’ along on his butt.

Grrooooooaaaaannn.

I’m familiar with 1950s song “Rockin’ Robin”, but not the song to which Earl is referring.

The danger of knowing too many songs.

Pearl: “You really need to stay away from that cartoonist who draws those alcoholic animals!”

Here’s a life hack (but it works better for young people who have good backs, knees, and eyesight): Put your head on the floor with your better eye on the down side. Now, as you look around, bumps stand out in profile instead of blending in to the background. The bobbin will be a (shiny, probably) bump.

Using this technique I can usually even find Vitamin D capsules, which are translucent and only a little more than an 1/8th inch tall.

Earl keep your day job ;-)

If she’s anything like me, she’ll find the bobbin once she gives up and stops looking for it. Then she’ll find it when she’s looking for something else. Or she’ll find it when she buys a new package of bobbins so she no longer needs the one she lost.

I got kind of teary reading this because it reminded me of a good time I spent with my mother a couple of years ago. I was visiting her in the nursing home, and where we were sitting overlooked a wooded area. A huge robin landed on the ground on the other side of the window and started hopping around. I started singing “Red, Red Robin” and she joined in. We hit a part where neither of us could quite remember the lyrics so I pulled out my phone and found Bing Crosby’s version. We sat there and sang it over and over for probably 30 minutes. When I came back to see her the next week, she wanted to go back and see if the robin was still there.

I predict a quick jab to the stomach coming.

Now you’re just acting stupid, Earl. No one wants to hear that ****.

not helping, Earl!

Oh Dear God…… PLEASE stop..!!

I didn’t know Earl could play air guitar. And why, in the name of Fender, would he play it to this song??

Her sewing machine is backwards! The needle is on the left side of the opening.

Better run Earl… she’s already in a mood….Forget the bob bob bobbin ….

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/When_the_Red,Red_Robin_(Comes_Bob,Bob,Bobbin%27Along)

The sewing machine is turned the wrong way.

Perhaps you are not old enough.

KNEW that was coming by the second panel !!!!! lol

Our Mom had an old Singer,with foot power.Good memory ;)

repeat comment

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UOn-uIDk-oE

10 to 1 it’s in the machine.

You go, Earl

Mom and my sisters were sewing when we were little. “Oh, shoot, I dropped my needle,” Mom said.

“I’ll get it, Karen offered.”

“Oh, no problem,” Mom said. Then she called, “Tentoes!”

We all laughed at the idea I’d find the needle in my bare feet easier.

I learned that anything round can and will roll to an unbelievably far location.

I have at least a dozen bobbins for my machine, each with a different color of thread. Saves a lot of time winding them.

Used in the underappreciated classic movie, The Conversation, with Gene Hackman.

Maybe it was Earl who was robbin’ her bobbin.

Earl is in for it.

…and then the fight began

When I can’t find something, I’ll call my bride for help. Invariably, as soon as she walks in the room, I find it.

That one made me laugh out loud!

Earl is always a big help, isn’t he?

It was at that point your honor I lost control…..

I’d sing this to my wife but … she doesn’t understand that much English, it would take way to long to explain, it would lose something in the translation and … although she sews and knows what a bobbin is, we don’t have robins, down here.

That’s exactly the kind of thing my husband would do…. :)

Gotta love a husband who can give his wife a laugh — or at least a grimace — in the face of adversity. Whenever my wife loses something, I remind her that it’ll be in the last place she looks (usually that gets me a grimace). But I’ve given her a few laughs too.

In other news: Lucy and Ethel are trying to make sense of a sewing machine, about which they know nothing. Particularly daunting is the instruction to “thread the bobbin.” They decide that maybe it’ll make more sense if they turn the machine on.

Lucy (pointing at the needle): Oh, look — this must be it — it’s bobbin’ up and down.

I have dozens of bobbins for my sewing machines. If I couldn’t find a dropped one within a reasonable amount of time, I would just rewind another and continue on. I’m sure any good seamstress has spares on hand.