My current work in progress:

Sundew,by Martin Storey, knit from Rowan Softyak DK, using 3.25mm and 4mm needles.

Slower Than Cold Molasses Running Up Hill

That’s something my mom used to say. Well, she probably still says it, but I haven’t heard her say it lately.

It is a good description of my knitting progress this week, though. I knit exactly three rows on my shawl last night before I was too tired to think straight. Here you go:


Looks pretty much the same as yesterday, yes?

The title for my blog post got me wondering about the expression “slower than cold molasses running up hill” so I started a-googling. Here we go a-googling among the leaves so green! Come on, sing it with me.

The search returned 13,000 results.

One of those results was a site on how to speak like a Canadian. Go figure. My maternal grandfather’s family was Canadian, so perhaps how the phrase insinuated its way into my mom’s vocabulary.

But I also found it listed on a website of old Southern slang. Well, now.

And more specifically, I found it referred to as Tennessee slang. Hmmmmm . . .

But no matter where it came from, it is designated as Worthless Saying #67.

What’s your favorite worthless saying?

(Did you see what I did there? I have almost no knitting content to speak of so I quickly diverted your attention away from the knitting.)

Lucy Sez:


Most worthless expression? “You’ve had enough Wildside Salmon Treats.”