July 31, 2005
I fear I have pulled my yard sale muscle!
It's true. And if you are wondering exactly WHERE a yard sale muscle is, on me it's the leg. Specifically the right quad muscle. One would think that being such a big muscle, that the moment of injury would be obvious. One would be wrong. I have no idea what I did to it, I just know it is killing me. It is making me walk like an old memere! (grandmother in french, for all you non frenchers!). You should see me going up and down the stairs! THAT would give you a chuckle~
Our yard sale went well, by the way. We made a whopping $256 dollars, which will help the broke teens of this house immensely. And by default helps the supporting parents!
You yard salers amaze me! I tip my hat to the energy, the tenaciousness, the audacity, the bargain seeking of the lot!
Lisa even came! Hey, Lisa, you almost blew my blog secret. I know. It's ridiculous. I was sitting there with my best friend in the world, who does not have an inkling of my secret blog life. Crazy. But how do you mention it to people? "Oh, yeah, I have this blog that I've been keeping for over 2 years and I've just decided to tell you now, since you are such a GOOD friend and all!"
It is a weird corner I have backed myself into, is it not?
By 1:00 (yard sale was advertised until 2pm) not a soul was around. Most of the yard sale crawlers had gone home with their goodies, I got out the kerstin wheel and spun a bit in the wonderful air!
Later in the afternoon, we packed up all that was left (2 whole carloads) and brought it to the nearest Salvation Army donation site Not one thing was coming back into this house.
Now?
Ahhhhhhh! Sweet freedom! No more piles in the home. And oddly enough, Fig seems to be the happiest about this. He hates messes.
Perhaps he's picked the wrong house to live!
July 29, 2005
Spin me round and round, baby!
I DID IT!
I spun this small amount on a WHEEL! (Thanks to the generosity of Kerstin for the loaner!) (Is it really generosity of a spinner, or a desire to suck more in? A requirement in the spinners handbook or something? I guess I'll never know!:) (Also much thanks to the generosity of an Idaho sheep and to Kim, my Idaho friend who hand dyed this wonderous wool destined to be my first. Thanks, Kim! And sheepy!)
I am thrilled beyond reason! I have spent many an hour sitting at this wheel. I even brought it along on the Claudia day. I think all the wonderful instruction worked!
WHOOHOO!
Where will this lead me? What could it all mean? Will I be the same Sandy when the dust settles?
I wonder.....
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You say tag sale, I say yard sale!
I hate them too. Desperately. All the stuff will be placed out in my yard tonight, covered with tarps, waiting for the salers. If you want to steal stuff, come late tonight.
Here's hoping I can make it.
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p.s.
I can spin!
p.p.s.
Oh, GOODY, bloglines is ignoring me. Again.
sigh.
July 28, 2005
Less is more
If you stand around too long, I will put a sticker on you and sell you. I swear to God!
We are having a yard sale on Saturday and my house is upside down. There are piles like this all around:
And don't forget this one:
It's enough to make your head spin! I know it will be better in 2 days but it is making me crazy! The whole family is excited to sell their stuff and make a bit of pocket money.
How exciting is this really? I remember the one other yard sale we had, I was not ready. Emotionally. Now, I am. Ready. Ready to get rid of stuff. Ready to adopt the LESS IS MORE attitude.
Exception: This goes without saying, does it not? Yarn. More is more when it comes to yarn.
But I may even put out some yarn. And if it does not sell, perhaps I'll put it here.
I even went into the attic today. Okay, "went in" is not exactly what happened. We have an attic door in the ceiling that we must push out of the way and climb a ladder into the attic. That is not the part that bothers me. It's the jump DOWN to the ladder to get down that paralizes me. So, what really happened is that I stuck my head and upper body into the attic. And I reached every bag and box that I could find. The rest will be for the braver of the family to retrieve.
Attics fascinate me, though. Ours is as unfinished as they come. Complete with beams, insulation floor and nail points. It's as close as I can get to peering into the frame of our home And I love that peek into it's origin. The wood is old and wonderful looking. Dangling lightbulb gives everything a shadowed look. Spider webby and hot as hades. I don't know. I just love it. I mean, "once every 10 years or so" kind of love. Not "go up there everyday" kind of love.
2 more days.
I can make it.
I think.
July 27, 2005
Melting in Massachusetts!
Can a person actually melt from awful heat and humidity? I felt as if it were about to happen last night while trying to sleep. Now, I'm cranky. And sweaty. And I do not appreciate it. The good news is that it is supposed to cool off later today. I can make it until then. I think.
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Do not underestimate the power of the quick knit. I started a Sophie Bag using Manos yarn. Finished. I love that. Immediate gratification.
Knitting finished:
In the suds:
Some of the color came off into the water. No prob, though. Just sayin'.
Finis!
Specifics:
Pattern: Sophie Bag from Magknits. Another wonderful Julie bag!
Yarn: Manos solid colorway S and multi colorway 107
Needles size: 11US
Handle cam:
The handle is my favorite part. I love the way the twisted handle looks knit up with the multi colored yarn. It's the little things...
Reef update:
There is none. I did not pick it up. Go ahead. Call me chicken if you must. You would be right.
Charlotte?
Seems there is a lot of spider pictures lately in blogland. Coincidentally, there are a lot of spiders hanging out on my front porch. Must be an increased need for the spiders. Their webs are amazing, are they not?
July 26, 2005
Summer vacation, lots of nothing
Yesterday, no sooner had I read Alison's entry about her cute Griffindor bookmark when Bethany announced she had to have one. Actually she said she had to have them all.
Should I be worried that she specifically requested Sytherin colors?
As you can see, I have been ignoring creatures of the reef knitting. There has been some kind of disaster there and I have gently placed it down. I have not dared to peek at it yet. I will schedule it in today sometime. Please, please, cross fingers that I can fix it. Or there will be a giant hole in the reef.
This, by the way is a Sophie bag being concocted for my Mom's birthday. She hinted that she could use a bag like mine. This one is made of Manos. My first Manos experience. So far, so good. The colors are rich and wonderful.
Easy Peasy knitting to while away a hot summer day.
Did you notice? All of a sudden 2 people REQUESTING knitting from me? What does it mean??
Don't worry, Fig is on guard duty.
July 25, 2005
Summer vacation: or dust in the wind!
Vacation: Day 1
This being the first official day of vacation, I started it off right. I slept in. Until 8 am. That's right. I'm a lazy bones. Sleeping the day away. Isn't it amazing how the phrase "sleeping in" changes as one gets older?
Now I'm goofing off. The rest of the day will be devoted to getting the house in order. Dusting and cleaning, washing and scrubbing, cooking and eating.
Last night, Andy and I headed to the Lynch Park movie night. Again. We were wondering if we would be able to see Casablanca this time. (Last week, you may remember that we saw Finding Nemo).
First we took a walk on the beach.
Low tide, revealing the rocky coastline
It was the perfect evening. A light cool breeze that refreshed. The wonderful salty smell of the sea in the air. And to think that I almost stayed home! It's easy to be a party pooper when settling in to the evening comfiness of home. You know?
Barnacles:
Here's looking at you, kid!
Believe it or not, this was the first time Andy and I had seen Casablanca. I loved it. There is something wonderfully comforting about watching a corny black and white movie!
I'm sure that Andy did not like it much. He is too polite to say, but he had that look. I guess that is what I love about him the most. He will do something willingly and happily even though he'd rather be washing the kitchen floor. Or something.
Mouse update!
I just do not know what is up with this mouse! It did not work yesterday for beans. I fiddled and fiddled with the settings and had resigned myself to having to buy another. I guess it heard me plotting it's demise because it got scared straight. It is working fine. For now. If I were smart, I'd go buy another and have it waiting.
Ha!
Any wagers on that happening?
One more Claudia fiberfest picture:
Twin wheels. I have more pictures of actual people, but some of them are not flattering. You know the poses. And I would not appreciate someone posting a mid word picture of me, so I'll refrain. I may keep them on hand for some kind of future bribery. I'm just not sure yet.
Never know if I get desperate for some yarn....
July 24, 2005
A day of knitting and fellowship
Did you ever have something special to do and you get a zit? No. I'm saying something very very special and worthwhile of your time. Where you will meet many new people that potentially you will connect with. You know, on a SOUL level. Soul sisters.
And 4 days before the event a skin eruption happens. No prob. I think because to tell you the honest to god's awful truth, I am a picker. I cannot leave something alone. So, history of my skin tells me that in 4 days this will be nothing but an unpleasant memory. But this little zit had plans. Big plans. 4 days later, the day of the big shindig at Chez Orange dawns, along with the zit. It is big, people. I'm talking huge eruption red. On my cheek. I'm talking big and icky looking. I squeeze it and poke at it all morning. Well, all week really. But it does not take a hint. I clearasil it. I mega wash it with the teenagers extra duty stuff. Nothing. It is looking forward to this party as much as I am.
I now have to add BIG HUGE RED BUMP on my face as one of my little anxieties.
sigh.
As if we don't have enough to be anxious about. Really.
So, my volcanic zit and I spent a lovely day with a bunch of knitters. And spinners. And boy can they ever spin! They are the SPIN MEISTERS.
And I am not.
Perhaps I will have to accept this fact of myself.
I tried. On many a wheel. And many a coach. And I appreciated all the advice.
But truthfully I think it was all attittude. I MAY be afraid to spin. Because then I'll HAVE TO.
Do you know what I mean?
And frankly who has time for it?
So, there was knitting (although only a bit from me. I was too busy talking). And talking. And spinning. And spindling. And talking. And eating.
And what could be better than that? I cannot think of a better way to spend a day.
Thank you, Miss Claudia for opening your home and your heart to me.
It's a good thing.
To all I met, thank you for sharing a bit of yourselves with me. It was my pleasure!
And now, even though I would love to show a bit more pictures, my mouse has suddenly gone to a place that is hopefully better than this. May it rest in pieces. Poor thing. It has been showing signs of strain, but like all beloved things, we were in denial.
July 21, 2005
I can't stop being random. It's like a disease!
Summers are known for slowing down and taking it easy. Savoring the small moments and contemplating life by watching clouds drift by.
I am convinced that this is the reason for my thoughts being random. A little scattered. It's all mother nature's plan.
So, instead of apologizing for our slumps let's embrace them. Enjoy them for what they are, a chance to savor the little things.
And perhaps even a chance to loathe things. Say...like humidity.
So, random thoughts. In random order.
~I joined netflix and I just love love it. I try to rent movies every weekend. Perhaps about half of those weekends turn busy and the movies sit unwatched or I feel pressure to watch and return. I can't tell you how much money I've wasted on late fees. Which I think you will agree is a stupid way to spend money. Netflix solves all of this for me. I got the first 2 movies last Friday and as luck would have it a busy weekend ensued. No movie watching time. That's okay. They wait until this weekend. No prob bob.
The movies are National Treasure and Sideways, in case you are interested.
Netflix = good stuff
~Yes, I am now reading the new Harry Potter. I don't have to link to it, do I? Is there any of you who have NOT heard of Harry? I wonder..
Anyhoo. Bethany went to the midnight store party and got it right away. She finished it by Monday night and it was mine all mine. My eyes don't like to read too much at a whack though so I get to savor it. See? It's all attitude. I could admit to being in denial about reading glasses. But I'd rather say that I am savoring.
Yes. Savoring.
~I love pins. Brooch pins. I do not often wear them, but I love them. I love how they can dress up a coat or a blouse or a purse for that matter.
How cute is this? Okay, well maybe not CUTE. But you have to remember that I am currently working on the creatures of the reef shawl. And is a lobster not a creature of the reef? I imagine myself wearing the shawl with the lobster pin clasp.
While I'm at it, I may as well imagine that self standing at the beach with the shawl and long blond hair blowing in the breeze. While standing on the rocks. With a gentle mist coming in off the water. Dolphins jumping to meet me. The lighthouse beaconing my arrival to the sea.
Or something. HEY! It's random, remember? Yes, yes. I do not technically have long blond hair. But I could with a little grey cover up and about a year or two to grow it.
~Where was I?
~My printer is out of color ink. Again I got a new cartridge about 2 weeks ago and I do not remember printing a bunch of color things. What a pisser.
~Today and tomorrow I work. Then starts a wonderful time I like to call VACATION. For 2 blessed weeks. Not one plan to be had.
How wonderful is that?
July 20, 2005
Reading about a boy named Harry!
Can you keep your needle clacking down? I'm trying to read here!
:)
July 19, 2005
Bahama mama
I have been a weather watcher for years now. It is my thing. Well, ONE of my things. Being the type of person who also loathes humidity, I have kept my eye on the dewpoint readings of summer. A dewpoint reading of 70 is tropical. Without the tropical surroundings, "tropical" loses all it's fun. No pineapple drinks, no lei around my neck, no palm trees. Just my house trying not to be so sticky and failing miserably. To me, personally, any dewpoint reading over 68 is ICKY. Yes, I know I am using such technical terms, but bear with me. ICKY.
Yesterday the dewpoint reading was 75. Now, as long as I have been a weather freak and have been keeping my beady little eyes on the levels, I have never seen the dewpoint level at this high of a number here in the non tropics. I don't see an equator around here.
Dewpoint levels of 75 is inhumane. Everything sticks to me. Especially yarn. Oh Woe is ME. Yarn sticks to my hands while trying to knit.
Cold drinks go instantly warm and sweaty. And sweat? As a lady wannabe, let's not get into that sticky subject.
But. Knit I did. A bit.
Row 26, Creatures of the Reef shawl
I am loving knitting with the zephyr yarn. That is, when it's not sticking to my hands.
The price we knitters have to pay..
July 18, 2005
Movie night!
Last night Andy and I headed down to the park for movie night here in town. Lynch Park is a beautiful place to be on a summer evening with the ocean breeze to enjoy.
Casablanca was the movie to be shown, or so I thought. I was really looking forward to seeing this movie for the first time. Yup. I have never seen Casablanca. It was time I did something about this.
Popcorn popped, drinks in a cooler, chairs in tow, we made our way to the perfect spot. Andy remarked at how many kids were there for such a movie. I thought that parents must be desperate to see a movie and get out of the house for a bit. Been there. Done that.
We settled in. What a gorgeous night. The moon was shining.
The movie started:
Huh? Where's Humphrey Bogart? Ingrid Bergman? Who is that fish on the screen? Is there a fish in Casablanca? There was to be no "Here's looking at you, Kid?" No "Play it again, Sam".
Nope, Finding Nemo.
And I learned an important lesson last night. If you can't see Casablanca, you may as well watch Finding Nemo.
~for full blog disclosure, the pictures are out of order a bit as you can tell by the degrees of darkness. Whatever.
Knitting came along for the movie but never made it out of it's bag.
Speaking of knitting.
~insert big dramatic sigh here.
Creatures of the reef made some progress. And then not so much. It was a case of 2 rows forward 2 rows backward. It's all knitting. Unknitting lace teaches a great lesson. One that I hope I am done learning but a lesson nonetheless.
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Let's all be happy and thankful to be in the company of our family today. That seems extra important right now.
July 15, 2005
Rambler
The dog days of summer truly suck when you are a cat!
So, I've been sitting here staring at this blank slate for a while now, waiting for the flash of inspiration.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Time is ticking by.
Life needs to be tended to.
Ideas flit through my head. All rejected:
Hot, no, overdone. Too complainey.
Tired. Yeah, yeah, what ELSE is new?
Need to vacuum? Who doesn't??
Knitting. Yeah, like that is a surprise.
In fact, working on a project exclusively makes Sandy a dull blogger. A happy, contented, productive knitter. But boring. Really.
Startling wonderful veggies at the farmstand.
In particular, my love of beets. Already talked about that. I should start a beet club.
haha
Beet Club.
We are the Beets.
See? I'm rambling.
And I can't stop.
I guess I'll get on with my day and hopefully something will come to me. I'll knit a bit more and give you something to see.
Or something.
One good thing is that it if FRIDAY.
Enjoy!
July 13, 2005
3 seashells near the seashore
3 seashells done on the Creatures of the reef shawl. I couldn't finish the row last night. But I had to start it, if you know what I mean. 10 rows in and I was on the brink of finding out what it was all about. The fruits of my labor. Or seashells of my labor anyway.
Though I am thrilled as punch to have gotten 10 rows into LACE without the world collapsing or anything, 10 rows does not a shawl make. My nerves have only slightly calmed a bit to be replaced with wary happiness.
Chanting:
As I sit there, not so calmly knitting lace, I look like I am chanting. It goes something like this:
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve. Okay, twelve.
Recount them to be sure 123456789101112. Okay, good. Next stitches. One, Two, etc.
Etc.
I cannot hold conversations, I can barely watch a show. It's all about the chant.
This realization that I cannot chew gum and chant at the same time brings me back in my memory to a day when I was sitting at a table of a little coffee/ice cream shack in Jamaica Plain with Stephanie and she nonchalantly pulled out an intricate lacey thang. And knit on it. And talked to me. IN COHERENT SENTENCES. And barely looked at her lace knitting hands, nary a chant in sight. Never mind not a chart in seeing distance. Go ahead and try to separate me from my chart. Go ahead, I dare you. It won't be pretty, I'm telling ya.
I wonder what I'm doing wrong.
But I digress, because I'm just happy to be DOING lace at all. I feel unworthy. As if all the little wrappings will fall apart when I pick it up.
Hey, it could happen!
July 12, 2005
I'm a big fan of sky!
The sky turned beautiful when the heat left us last night.
Hey! 2 more rows done on the reef shawl. I'll spare you a peek at it.
This morning I feel all achy and icky. I hate it when that happens.
July 11, 2005
Sometimes the hardest part is just beginning..
I had almost let it beat me. Fear. It is immobilizing, is it not?
Fear of lace. It intimidated me more than any other knitting. I'm the jump in feet first kinda girl and lace left me doubting myself.
It was not pretty.
Then Sunday morning it happened. Before my eyes were even opened, I decided that it was THE DAY. Time to BEGIN.
And what I realized that it it still one stitch at a time. One row at a time. I had let the massive pattern and multiple charts intimidate me.
A week ago I had cast on for creatures of the reef shawl and madli. Then the cast ons sat. And sat. And I knit on a mitten. Mittens are my safety knitting. I will always love them.
There it is. 5 rows. Creatures of the reef shawl. Miraculous? Nah! One stitch led to a row. Which led to 5. One row with 437 stitches is no small feat let me tell ya.
Are you surprised by the yarn? It's not the lovely handdyed zephyr from Furryarns. This yarn is Zephyr in the colorway peacock that I had ordered from The Knitter and forgotten about. Yeah, that's just wrong, but it happened. But imagine my surprise when I opened the package and 2 fully WOUND skeins were inside.
Okay. Decision made.
Peacock Zephyr it is!
I still feel prickles of fear at this project. I'm not comfortable with it.
But I'll try to get over it.
July 09, 2005
Sometimes you just need to bake something!
This is my MaTante Gloria's recipe for Blueberry Cake.
YUM.
Blend together with mixer:
2 tblsp. soft butter
1 cup sugar
a pinch of salt
add 2 egg yolks (saving the whites in a clean bowl)
Mix well.
Add:
1 1/2 Cups all purpose flour
2/3 cup milk
mix well.
Beat 2 egg whites until stiff
Fold into batter
Pour 1/2 batter into greased 8x8 inch pan. pour on 3 cups (at least 1 pint) of washed blueberries, well drained. sprinkle with a bit of sugar and flour.
Lay on rest of batter.
Bake at 350 degrees F. 45 minutes until golden brown on top.
I always double the recipe and put into a 9 x 13 inch pan, using 2 pints of blueberries.
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Do not, I repeat, do not eat this while knitting. Unless you are in the middle of some blueberry dyeing experiment. Then that's okay.
Enjoy your Saturday.
July 08, 2005
Knit on, my friends
It is obvious that the world has changed. What a sad thing. It's the feeling helpless that hurts so much. The wanting to do something, anything, but only able to do nothing.
I think if we could teach those terrorists to knit, they may be able to allow a ray of happiness into their lives, perhaps damper the stress level a bit and instead of bombings, we'll have knitgroups.
Eh?
I can dream, can't I?
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I am going to push on and talk of knitting, even though my heart is not in it. If we don't, they win, do they not? So, I post this picture to flaunt in the face of the cowards who think that we can be scared to not live anymore.
Koigu footies. Technically 2 socks, not a pair yet though. The first pair, the bottom ones, were a bit too big. Knit on US3 needles, I used US2 needles for the top pair, keeping the pattern the same. In true Goldilocks tradition, the bottom ones are too big (the papa socks) the top ones are too small (the baby socks). Now we need to figure out the Mama socks. Just right. I realize that in the Story TECHNICALLY the baby bear's things were the ones that were JUST RIGHT, but I am taking creative license. Mama's being just right makes more sense to me.
Now, if each of these socks were to present themselves individually, they would be okay. I probably would not notice that sock number 2 was a scooch too small. But in comparison to sock number 1 it's just not perfect. Perfection. That's all I ask for people. Is that wrong?
The first rose of the season. And I am thrilled. Last summer I thought this bush had died. It looked dead for most of the summer. But I am a patient person and one little green twig showed up by late summer. So seeing this bloom brings a joy with it. These roses were planted here when we moved in 17 years ago and I have no idea what they are. Except perfect.
Weed picture!
These 2 weeds have lived in my yard since time was invented. I have tried to eradicate them. I have pulled more of their roots than I care to admit. And yet, here they are. This year, I embrace them. As part of my Wildflower Initiative. Welcome Native Plants (aka: weeds).
They are kind of pretty.
July 07, 2005
Picture this!
If you think that showing an entry of weekend pictures is avoiding knitting talk, you are right.
Hey London! My thoughts are with you! I'm hoping all London bloggers and their families are safe.
Damned Terrorists!
July 06, 2005
You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one: John Lennon lyrics for title, has nothing to do with entry. It's what's in my head.
Sometimes I feel like a golden girl. You know, luck shining down upon me. Life is good. It's the process. All of those things.
Other times I feel like the opposite of King Midas, you know, the Queen where everything I touch turns to shit? Yeah. That. Let's review:
Madli shawl. Status, toast. Poor madli made it to row 14 or so. All of a sudden it happened. I can hardly speak of it without reliving the terror. A HOLE. Not just any hole, because we all know that lace has holes. This hole was grand canyon like in nature. It grew as I peered at it. It was like a black hole. As I stared into it's depths, I knew I'd have to destroy it. Or be destroyed.
Poor madli.
Now I face the decision, do Madli, again, or cast on a frickin' 400 something MILLION stitches for the creatures of the reef shawl that I am all set for.
BUT.
The wonderful hand dyed zephyr needs to be rolled. This is where we continue on our Queen Crap tale, just in case you've lost your way. Don't want you to forget.
This beautiful hank of yarn will be the death of me. WILL. On my headstone it will no doubt read
KNOTTY GIRL
Yes, something horrible has happened to this beautiful yarn, proving that looks are not everything. I have spent no less than 5 hours already trying to roll this yarn into a respecable ball. I have spent SO much time on it in fact, that Andy noticed. When a husband notices that an activity is stretching into HOURS THAT SHOULD BE KNIT, it is bad. And, the worst part? I'm only about halfway into the hank. The rest is a lump. Of yarn. Okay! It's not THAT bad. It's not technically a lump. But it is the patience test of my lifetime. I'm trying to enjoy the process, but it seems I'd enjoy the process of knitting even better.
Or would I?
I'm wondering if I'm cut out for this lace knitting with eency weency yarn. Madli would testify against the defendent.
So, I'm gearing up for the test of my lifetime! Am I worthy? Will I be victorious?
Time will tell.
Scenes from a weekend:
First stop. Priorities, you know
Boat ride
One of my favorite things about lake living. Green against blue
Summer at it's finest!
Here's to wishing that YOUR day will not be knotty.
July 05, 2005
Duck!
Re-entry into real life is hard. Why can't it all be a weekend by the beach?
I'll give you more details later, but I wanted to check in and say HEY!
I have 477 new feeds on bloglines. It might take me a while, but I'll read ya!
I have laundry up the wazoo.
I do not have sunblock on. And THIS is annoying. I guess I won't be near any lake then, right?
I am not pleased to announce the early demise of the madli shawl. And I hardly knew her.
One picture before I go reluctantly into the real world:
I knit. By the water. A duck as my witness.
July 01, 2005
SALE. ON. YARN.
Well, Friday again. Is it just me or are the weeks flying? I just turned the calendar page to June and today I turn it again to July. My mother always said that time passed more quickly the older you get. I guess she was right.
Madli's Shawl:
Norma has a point. I did not show you what it looks like, for the madli uninitiated. Check this page, scrolling down until you find MADLI'S SHAWL. And then of course, check google for others fabulous takes on Madli. (every time I google Madli's shawl, google asks me "DO you mean to search for MADLIBS shawl?"
Yes, google, that is EXACTLY WHAT I MEANT TO SEARCH FOR.
Google is being ___________________. (adjective)
I planned to put in the snitched (and saved to my own server) picture of it but alas, it cannot be done.
And. Because you asked nicely
Or at least one of you did. Here's the yarn I plan to use for the creatures of the reef shawl. IF the pattern ever gets here.
IF.
Zephyr handpainted from Furryarns. colorway waterfall. And a wonderful little cube of wonderful smelling handmade soap. Made the yarn smell SCRUMPTIOUS. And by "scrumptious" I mean a clean, wonderful, lavendery smell.
Please, even if you have never ever listened to one thing I have ever said, ever, get yourself over to Furryarns and buy something. Anything. I mean there is a SALE going on. A SALE ON YARN for gosh sake.
Do it.
(I in no way gain anything from you buying yarn from that site. Just personal satisfaction that I have helped along a fellow woman trying to make a living and the satisfaction of sharing something yarn with my girlfriends and/or knitting boyfriends)
Hmm
I used to think that Tom Cruise was so handsome and seemed like such a nice guy. Now I look at him and all I can think of is "arrogant, bastard shooting off his mouth about things he knows nothing about." Ick. Tom. you are dead to me.
Away with you!
We are going to the lake for the long weekend. See you Monday or Tuesday. Here's wishing you Freedom to Knit your fingers off.