I consider it apropos to bring Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (as quoted above) into any discussion about lumberjacks. I can't even quite recall if they (the brothers) were lumberjacks, per se, as it has been quite some time since I watched it at my Great Aunt Eunice's house. (Bless her, she brought many a wonderful thing into my life. Mostly herself. She was wonderful.) Regardless, great movie. If they weren't lumberjacks, they certainly threw down that vibe.
Confession time. I have a irreversible crush on Lumberjack Plaid. You know. The classic red and black flannel. It's got my heart.
While at an apple festival at a local orchard with my sister and roommate, it dawned on me that I NEEDED, in a big way, some lumberjack legwarmers. Armed with no less than four skeins of yarn, a set of "death sticks" (as my friend Anna has recently termed double-point needle sets), and a heaping spoonful of determination, I set out to make this a reality. Though a time-intensive task, it was really not that difficult to bring to fruition. For this I am glad.
Here they are, as photographed by a lovely friend of mine who has just set out to sharpen her photography skills. Luckily, that means she was willing to roll on down to a local hiking oasis with me to snap some photos of my newly acquired lumberjack legs and share in the merriment of a good forest frolic. She's a favorite of mine to frolic with, so I was doubly blessed by her involvement in this endeavor.
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