I always wondered. . . .

You Are Teal Green

You are a one of a kind, original person. There's no one even close to being like you. Expressive and creative, you have a knack for making the impossible possible. While you are a bit offbeat, you don't scare people away with your quirks. Your warm personality nicely counteracts and strange habits you may have.

What Color Green Are You?

Yeah, I'm one of a kind, alright.

This is Not to Be Believed (But it Happened)

So, I have a 17-year old daughter. She's awesome and never ceases to amaze me, but this time she made me speechless.

This daughter of mine, Snickerdoodle, saw my computer window open to The Harlot and while she was waiting for her sister (Tootsiedoodle) to get out of the bathroom, decided to read.

And she laughed.

And she was mesmerized by Stephanie's little leaves.

So I gave her my copy of The Secret Life of a Knitter and she was hysterical.

Now comes the best part.

My daughter, who won't even use the phone to order pizza because she doesn't like talking to people she doesn't know, WROTE TO MS. HARLOT. Sent her a long, comfortable, chatty, cozy email about the fact she lives with a Knitter (bless her heart, she doesn't realize I'm only a knitter) and she wants to get her mom some of the yarn described in her book in the chapter about Sinead's socks.

MS. HARLOT WROTE BACK. Told her about several soft and pettable yarns, and turned her over to the very capable (and enabling hands) of Sheri. Snickerdoodle couldn't understand how some yarn could be there some day and not there the next, or why there were more colors in stock one day and then 50 more the next. (Ah, little one, you will learn.)

So the one who describes herself as a never-knitter bought her mom for her birthday (yesterday) TWO skeins of Fleece Artist. One in midnight, and one in amethyst (my birthstone).

Really, do I deserve a child like this? Or wonderful kind people like Stephanie and Sheri in my life? And Fleece Artist?????

(And Stephanie, I totally love the fact that you said "fancy-arsed hand dyed" in your reply.)

I'm a lucky woman, indeed.

What is This Feeling?

Good heavens, I feel so squoogy.

Another delightful package of goodness arrived today from Sheri and as I added the precious package to the other residents of the yarn bin, I had a twinge.

*looks over shoulder*

"Maybe I have enough sock yarn."

Please, someone talk me down off this ledge!

Sweater in the Round

EZ and Ann Budd are clashing in my head. I'm knitting my first sweater, bottom up, in the round, with size 9 needles (after socks, they feel like tree trunks). It's a gorgeous shade of lilac and it's bulky, so it's going fairly quickly, but it's also going slowly. (Hey, it's Thursday. Nobody has to make sense on Thursday.) Yes, I know that when you ARE bulky you shouldn't WEAR bulky, but this will be so spectacular when it's done that nobody will even THINK the word.

Pictures would be nice, wouldn't they?

Yeah. A camera would be nice, too.

Well, the big birthday is coming up in 10 days, so maybe I'll treat myself to something cute and small. Read: not bulky.

Oh yes. Thank you, Stephanie!

Ravel my threads and call me tinked

I have nothing to write about.

This blog was probably not a good idea, because I'm not an expert at knitting and I really didn't have any words of wisdom to share.

Blogger is not too nice to those of us with Apples/Macs, so there's another reason why this didn't work out.

I do hang out on Ravelry. I am woolizard.

I had a little bit of fun here, and thank all three of you who commented.

:-)

There is a Point of No Return

(Cue the Music from "Phantom")

Really, what is the point? If I stand in a corner and whisper, what fun is that? If I don't even have time to gather my thoughts, and when I do they're not even coherent, why bother?

And if the party is so big that the same old same old stay insulated and cozy, then it's better to make room.

That is all.

Friday New and Old

I'm trying toe-up socks again, only this time I'm using Judy's Magic Cast-On and *wow* is it easy and awesome!







This is resulting in more of a square toe than I'm used to, but I'm committed. Remember this yarn?

My failure was ripped and re-wound, and we're trying again, me and the yarn.

I looked back through my old posts to find this shot and I am surprised at how little I've blogged. I guess it's been difficult to write stuff when I'm so busy reading all the other blogs, that I had very little left! But my knitting is increasing in quantity, and hopefully I'll keep it up when school starts again (bah).

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My mother-in-law died Wednesday night. Parkinson's Disease is another of those cruel, wasting, misunderstood illnesses that leaves you helpless and hopeless and just waiting for its victim to be released from its grip. Now my DH is an orphan like me, and its really sucky. My children will have no grandparents for graduations or weddings, which I find so sad.

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Hug the ones you love and have a great weekend.