Thursday, February 28, 2008
I look now at the stash I have accumulated - literally MANY 18 gallon tubs FULL - should I have recognized long ago that I was out of control? Or did I subconsciously think "if I collect enough I can build myself a little "stash tub hut". " ? The comforting thing is I will never freeze to death - not with this much wool. So, I sit and contemplate what needs to go so my apartment doesn't look like a storage unit (I am told the storage unit look is "out"). Is it wrong that I would rather part with my furniture that even one ball of fiber? I mean, if pressed, I might find something acrylic in there (from before I knew better) that I could part with after a short mourning process. But I know as soon as I do, the phone will ring with news of a pending birth and anyone worth their weight in stash (and believe me - I am worth A LOT of stash) knows you don't make baby items out of anything that can't be washed and dried 2-3 times a day! SO, I think the dining table is going - given how much stash I am worth, I probably don't need it anyway. Now, if I can just get the cats to use the toilet I can get rid of the cat box!
Monday, February 18, 2008
1. I was cute (and quiet and SHY) when I was little. BOY, am I glad I grew out of THAT! And, YES, they had color film back then.
2. Until I had my daughter, I wanted to be a singer or play trumpet or baritone in the Navy Band and/or the Boston Pops (and really thought I had a chance - it is amazing how children bring reality to you). Since then, I have not played a note or sung in public.
The first "real" song I learned how to sing was "Feelin' Groovy" by Simon and Garfunkle, (which I still know the words to) and I would sing it doing the Cher hair flip around the shoulder. (If you are laughing - just remember, you are old enough to know what I am talking about!) By the time I graduated high school, I could play all basic wind instruments except bassoon and oboe (weird reeds). Even weirder, all of the guys I played with in high school STILL PLAY and currently are in active music groups.
3. I have moved over 40 times in my lifetime spanning 7 states and 2 countries.
4. I scrub floors on my hands and knees when I am angry. Family trait - we all do it. (Yes, OCD is genetic.)
5. I had a Pooh-Bear that went everywhere with me. My mom would make matching sweaters for the two of us. The one I remember the most was a bright blue sleeveless vest with a big ladybug duplicate stitched on the chest.
6. Part of the reason I knit is because I can't sit still if I am not doing something. I wiggle like a 3 year old on a plane. Imagine the stress that could have been prevented if my mother had taught me to knit instead of knitting for me! (Of course, I still would have wanted my matching sweaters!) And, by the way, she embroidered the flowers on the sweater I am wearing above.
I actually had one THROWN at me on Saturday. My friend Corinne made me this great coffee cozy that really does keep your coffee hot longer. And, bonus, it fits on my mug at work.
SO, in the spirit of sharing, I hereby "tag":
GeorgeAnne - who just found out what a meme is today
Corinne - who never ceases to amaze me with the random facts of her life
Karla - who SEEMS quiet but I am betting has a feisty streak
Gena - who has just finished the most BEAUTIFUL lace shawl - go check it out!!!
Glenna - who I believe is dubbed "Crazy" Knitting Lady because she never knits anything easy (i.e. "Crazy" Talented). And, who, by the way, has a BEAUTIFUL baby girl Beatrice that I would love to set up with my boy Hanz.
Lenealve - one of the most intriguing writers I have read with descriptions of Finland so real that you will want to go put on a sweater. And she is just as talented with her knit technique and design.
1. link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog.
2. share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
3. tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
4. let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
Friday, February 15, 2008
The Kid finally got around to sending pictures of the infamous running socks so I will share those first.
Inspired by: Move Your Fanny by Gigi Silva
(originally found at socktopia.net which is no longer avaiilable)
in Crystal Palace Panda Cotton in Vanilla Cream
55% Bamboo, 24% Cotton, 21% Elastic Nylon
on US #1 in a Women's Size 6
Gauge, cuff length, heel, ribbing and toe were changed - all subtly, but it is all in the details, right?
The Kid lives in So. FL and runs so I decided to make these for her. Having a breathable material with stretch for fit and machine washability was necessary so he Panda Cotton was perfect. The ribbing along the arches for support was what drew me to the pattern. The problem is she has such small feet, trying to get the ribbing in the right place was a bit of a challenge. From the picture, it looks like they have shrunk a bit with washing but I don't know that I would necessarily make any adjustment for it. While the Panda Cotton was a bit "splitty", it will definitely not hinder me from using it again. I love the yarn and the pattern - I can't wait to make some for myself!
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Apparently he took offense to me telling him that he was "stinky" after a trip to the Kitty Box. I shooed him away, woke up ten mins later to find this. He wasn't playing with it as you can tell by this picture:
He picked the ball up and carried it around leaving the ball intact. Thus is my lot in this life to have annoying men around me at all times. (Except my boss who broght me chocolate covered espresso beans!!) He even left the 99.9% complete sock in my bag (I just have to seam the toe). I think all of the beatings with yarn after ruining projects sunk in - dragging the yarn around still annoys me (exactly what he wants) but there are no beatings.
Yes, I am wrapped around his fuzzy little paw. Little Shit.