The following is a thread from our Twisted Friends Group on Ravelry. It’s too good not to share, so here goes.
All of this started when Jane was overjoyed at having procured a reservation for lodging at Harrisville for my annual workshop this August. She expressed her joy at solving the problem of too many stairs by quoting (with a twist) from Jabberwocky, out ofAlice’s Adventures Through the Looking Glass:
“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
She chortled in her joy”.
As a long time fan of Lewis Carroll, I took the bait: