Do you remember the expression, It’s the bee’s knees? Me, neither! 😉
OK, I know it from old movies, but I’ve never actually heard anyone use it, until yesterday.
I’ve done a bit of research on the bee’s knees. The Phrase Finder seems to have come up with the best explanation:
Bees carry pollen back to the hive in sacs on their legs. It is tempting to explain this phrase as alluding to the concentrated goodness to be found around a bee’s knee, but there’s no evidence to support this explanation.
There’s no profound reason to relate bees and knees other than the jaunty-sounding rhyme. In the 1920s it was fashionable to use nonsense terms to denote excellence – ‘the snake’s hips’, ‘the kipper’s knickers’, ‘the cat’s pajamas/whiskers’, ‘the monkey’s eyebrows’ and so on. Of these, the bee’s knees and the cat’s whiskers are the only ones to have stood the test of time.
The nonsense expression ‘the bee’s knees’ was taken up by the socialites of Roaring 20s America and added to the list of ‘excellent’ phrases.
Yesterday was a day of ‘excellent phrases’ here in Lindenau (which is where my phone thinks I am, even though I keep telling it I’m in Westhoff). I’d never heard of Lindenau. There aren’t any signs that say Lindenau.
Of course I was wrong. There is a Lindenau and I am in it. There just isn’t a town. Lindenau reported a population of 60 from the mid-1920s until the late 1960s, when it decreased to 50, the exact number it maintained for the next 40 years. It’s been 12 years since the last count. I’m not sure if Lindenau is still holding steady at 50 or not, but I Google mapped myself and that’s where I am.
Anyway, yesterday, here in Lindenau, we added several new catchy sayings of our own that I think the Phrase Finder might be interested in:
It’ just like Quiche on a carpet!
Poor Heidi was carrying it outside to cool when she lost her grip…
It’s like a moth to a coffee cup.
I’m starting to get used to it, but I am learning to check before I swallow.
And finally there was that old familiar phrase about the bees. When I woke up yesterday evening (if you’re new to Fork, I work nights), I called out to Heidi.
Hey, what’s all over the toilet?
Oh, it’s just the bee’s knees.
I thought she was being 1920’s funny. We’ve been at this site for exactly one month today and I haven’t seen a single bee. Then I looked up…
and then I looked down…
Yes, believe it! It really was the bee’s knees! Who knew?
Just when I thought Texas was running out of surprises! Isn’t that just the kipper’s knickers!