If you read this blog regularly (thank you!), you might have surmised that I’m a bit of a grammar geek. (Grammar tea towel, anyone?) That geekery extends to language of all stripes, and almost annoying and [sic]-making as bad grammar is lazy speech. Cami. Mani-pedi. *shudder* Appies. Quit being so lazy! You’re not limited to 140 characters when you speak, so snap out of it!
But by far, the one that sets my teeth on edge the most? “Whatever.” I freely admit that there are entirely appropriate moments to use it, for example: “Want to hang out tonight? We can watch TV, or play a game, or whatever.” That’s fine; it suggests flexibility and openness. But ah, using it as a substitute for wit or accurate information? Language FAIL! “Actually, Jimmy, it was Neil Young who was in Buffalo Springfield, and not Neil Diamond.” “Whatever.” Um, no, Jimmy. Big difference.
I suppose I could handle this if my mother didn’t use it constantly, as an all-purpose answer or conversation-ender. But she does, and she uses its red-headed stepchild “Whatevie”, too. She is my mother, and I love her, and this is what prevents me from grabbing the nearest crowbar (full disclosure: I don’t have one, so it’s not really a threat) and going postal. And when I saw this design from Heritage Crafts, I knew I had to stitch it for her.
It’s called “Whateva”, as you may well imagine, and as an added bonus, the cat in the picture kind of looks like hers, albeit with a far worse attitude. After busting my hump trying to find an appropriately coloured squarish frame for it, I opted for pragmatism and snapped up this bright blue hoop from my local stitching shop. It’s not exactly an heirloom piece, so, you know…whatever.