tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89635211701443585282024-02-20T03:47:13.076-06:00Tha' Shiz-KnitIntermittent ramblings on knitting, bad children, and gardening... with long periods of silence for no good reason that you will ever hear about. Loads of pictures to make up for it though!Avversierahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482788201123251noreply@blogger.comBlogger114125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963521170144358528.post-31512659487311643592015-11-24T16:00:00.002-06:002015-11-24T16:00:59.417-06:00And Miles to Go<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
I'm infatuated with the <a href="https://www.philosopherswool.com/Pages/Twohandedvideo.htm" target="_blank">Philosopher's Wool</a> method of woven colorwork. Infatuated doesn't even begin to cover my exact feelings for it. So here I am, after mastering the effortless memorization of the four individual stitches, I am now trying to master the execution of them. </div>
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My right hand refuses to get with the program, and my left hand is resentful and angry. I'm a continental knitter, and extremely ambidextrous in my non-knitting life to boot, so I can't afford to have a resentful left hand! My solution: practice until you've got it. So here is my first practice mitt. After many fruitless COs with this exact yarn combination where I didn't get anywhere near gauge (and therefore wasn't making a usable project) I struck gold - or maybe pyrite - with this pattern.</div>
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You may notice some sketchy-looking stitches in there. Nothing horrible, but some are raised-up & some have fallen behind. My "normal" knitting doesn't look anything like this, so it's either my tension causing everything to be wonky, or the technique (combined with my tension too, of course). I'm going to power-on, because I already see a big difference in my cuff & the part above the braids. I feel like I'm making progress. I'm HOPEFUL that by the time I finish the second mitt, I will be passably-good at this technique. This amazing, brilliant, clever-beyond-belief technique!</div>
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And then, of course, these will make a lovely holiday or birthday gift for my girl! I doubt she will nitpick the perfection (or lack thereof) of my stitches. Not if she ever wants to get any more hand knits again! I can't say that, she'd just requisition whatever she wants from the drawer anyway, like she always does.</div>
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This next one is my first attempt at my first swatch for MHK-L1. I had a HELL of a time getting a picture of this! It's dark in my room (for photography), my cell phone - which I normally rely on for these things - has refused to take pictures the past few days! It clicks, blinks, and makes all the normal signs that it's recording but it doesn't. It's time for an upgrade, methinks. I was ok with it when I stopped being able to answer calls on any kind of regular basis; I don't like to talk on the phone anyway. I was ok when my few games became impossible to play - I just deleted them & went on my merry way. I was even ok-ish when it stopped letting me upload existing pictures onto FB & Ravelry (by "ok" I mean I wasn't exactly SCREAMING obscenities, more like muttering them along with threats) but if it's not going to take pictures, I might as well toss it into the road. It's definitely time for an upgrade.</div>
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Anyway, this swatch pleases me. Not because it's perfect, but because I'm literally on day two of this correspondence "class" and I've learned a metric goat-ton about my own knitting already. For instance, I had NO idea there was a front & back side of the long-tailed CO! I mean, I was vaguely aware there was some kind of difference but that's as far as my curiosity went. I just blithely followed the patterns & never wondered why some started on the WS directly after the CO & some were RS.</div>
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I also knew I had some slight tension issues with my purl side knitting, but I'd mostly corrected this with some extra tensioning & it's rarely an issue in my not-going-to-be-professionally-judged everyday knitting. In fact, I've been pleased with my purling for a while, and still am for that matter, but I see that I have a little bit to work on near my selvedge edges. I don't have a baggy row or anything, but I do have a few wonkier stitches and I feel that is room for improvement. So I'll re-knit this swatch and use it for my blocking experiments later. Everything happens for a reason! That reason, in this case, because of my research I know what to look for in the way of glaring errors! And also some reassurance that at least my first swatch isn't only fit for the burn pile, lol. In fact, I think it's pretty passable! Maybe even as good as not bad.</div>
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Also, this morning while I was thinking about starting this particular swatch - I happened along a great tutorial for a KFB increase without a purl bump. Jeez, sometimes things just fall into your lap when you didn't even know you were looking for them. So I spent half an hour agog with happiness while absorbing the tutorial in all its glory, then realized I might be able to test it out for the 1st time on this swatch! It worked. Magnificently.</div>
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So far, this course is worth its weight in gold. All I've done is thoroughly research my paper & do half a swatch & I've got 20 pages of "OMG, this is a thing?" notes, lol! Even though it's not for a Professional certification, you should try this class if it's at all feasible for you.</div>
Avversierahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482788201123251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963521170144358528.post-49767513305301390932015-11-22T12:28:00.003-06:002015-11-22T12:28:49.401-06:003.5 MilesThat's how much I've knit this year! Approximately, anyway. I have yet to weigh my yarn balls prior to & subsequently after making my projects, so I just averaged what I thought I used. Still stupendous!<br />
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It's snowing here, so I can't get out into my garden. Just means more knitting. Sarah is in Canada, waiting on some snow to kick off the ski season so she can go to work. It's clear & sunny where she is. I wish I could send her some of this mess...<br />
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On happier notes, here are pictures of my husband & myself meeting Neil deGrasse Tyson in Nashville, TN this month. Neither of us is exactly pleased with our pictures, but Neil looks great in both!<br />
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I'd almost forgotten I had a blog, until I started wondering how much I'd knit this year & remembered my knit meter. Sad, eh? I'll try to be more active, especially now that it's snowy outside & I really won't have any excuse not to.<br />
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<br />Avversierahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482788201123251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963521170144358528.post-46727430797789024222012-11-09T06:46:00.003-06:002012-11-09T06:46:37.120-06:00Childhood Rite of Passage<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sarah pierced Keegan's ear last night. At his request, of course. Also, after many jokes about accidentally piercing his neck or face or hand. They used tons of alcohol - the rubbing kind, not the drinking kind - so that qualifies Sarah as "at least as professional as the girls at Claires in the mall".<br />
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I remember when I was younger, having my friends help me pierce my bellybutton. I was not brave & it took quite a while to get it done. I won't even talk about the tattoos my cousin Tara and I gave ourselves when we were 16!<br />
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Keegan made a pained facial expression just for this picture. I'm proud of them though, this is some serious sibling bonding & something they may look back on years from now with a smile. I know I'm privileged to be able to share this memory with them. My kids are a blessing, they're brave and smart and thoughtful and... well, just amazing. I'm lucky to have such an awesome daughter this year, and such awesome sons all the time. I have the best job in the whole world. That's why the word Mom is Wow, upside down!<br />
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Two handed fair aisle knitting, that creates a woven background instead of floats that catch on hands/rings/fingers!<div>
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Crazy how stuff happens. I found this link: <a href="http://www.philosopherswool.com/Pages/Twohandedvideo.htm">http://www.philosopherswool.com/Pages/Twohandedvideo.htm</a> after literally itching for a colorwork project for months. Look what she's doing! Fair aisle, but with no floats! A completely woven looking back side to your knitted item. Why would anyone ever do floats if this is an option? I may not be experienced enough to answer that question, honestly. And it's a grainy video at best so it's hard to tell how amazing the back actually looks. I find it pretty amazing though.</div>
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This project will be a pair of mittens, hopefully for myself or my exchange-daughter. She saw the pattern & claimed them before even one stitch was made. Is this how all daughters are? We're finding ourselves powerless against her. She's painted Jeremy's nails. She's staked her claim on Keegan (HER little brother, he's not allowed to have any pretend sisters at school now). She wears my clothes. My knitting isn't even safe.</div>
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I wouldn't trade her for the world. I hope she loves the mittens. I actually hope I get to finish them, so she has a chance to love them. I also (as long as I'm wishing for crazy fanciful things) wish I was just wealthy enough to not have to work outside the home & could have an adequate monthly stipend to support a mild knitting & Keurig coffee addiction & tennis balls for my wretched addled fetch-hound.<br /><br /></div>
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I taught Sweet Sarah how to knit. That dark picture at the top of the page is her & Keegan snuggled on the couch with a warm dog. She is knitting a complicated cabled headband for her first project and he isn't doing anything but sitting in the warm spot between his exchange sister & the furbeast.<div>
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Below that are the fingerless mitts I created, modeled by Lyn, my LYSO.</div>
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It's getting that time of year again. All I can think about is knitting. All I want to do is look at pictures of knitted projects, sketch my sweater design, pick out buttons, read knitting books, and wear cozy handknits. I LOVE Fall! </div>
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I bought a big bag of raw alpaca fleece from the Spinner's Flock Fiber Festival on Sunday. It's a lovely pinkey-beige color. Unfortunately, the farmer didn't include the name of the beast the fiber was harvested from. I feel a little sad about that. This is the first animal I've not had that at least a name-connection with when I selected their fiber.<br />
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Sarah is doing well and acclimating to our family like a champ. That's her making a kissy-face in the background of Reem's very nice picture. That's my thumb on the other side. Nothing is ever serious here. Or, you just can't have anything nice in this family as my hubsticle likes to say.<br />
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Now, I have to do some spinning before bed or I'll be overrun with fiber like I am with yarn and WIPs...Avversierahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482788201123251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963521170144358528.post-72237710322913459272012-09-12T15:34:00.000-05:002012-09-12T15:34:09.455-05:00Bubbly Sarah<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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She's even more wonderful in person. She's got a great sense of humor. She's very driven, loves a challenge, and is smarter than everyone on our whole street... combined. :) She's fluent in three languages, and just starting 10th grade & is in Calculus. (WHEW!!)<br />
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She's started school this week, and is enjoying it. She's testing out dance classes to find one she is challenged by. She's a lot of fun to be around. I think she likes us, too. She says normal is overrated.<br />
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We're taking that the good way. <br />
Avversierahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482788201123251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963521170144358528.post-89132448557739894182012-02-29T18:31:00.001-06:002012-02-29T18:31:26.637-06:0029th: What I'm Listening To<p><a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Rg9N_hQIcqQ/T07DXSdQMwI/AAAAAAAAAq4/jap0ut5qVHg/s0/2012-02-29%25252019.04.23.jpg'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Rg9N_hQIcqQ/T07DXSdQMwI/AAAAAAAAAq4/jap0ut5qVHg/s400/2012-02-29%25252019.04.23.jpg' /></a></p><p>I'm not really set-up here yet with my comfort music. I'm in my hubby's car with no radio, all my music is on the home computer (in TN still), so what I wind-up listening to is the second hand noise coming from Keegan's headphones. Right now he's watching a movie on the iPad. It sounds very exciting.</p> <br/> <p>In two hours, he'll put it on to charge & go up to bed, but right now he's snuggled up in bed with me. I'm knitting, he's watching a movie, and all is right with the world. I enjoy my solitude, but I relish communal time with my babies. I can't believe how much he's changing lately & starting to look like a man.</p> <br/> <p>Have a Happy Leap Year, everyone!</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4</div>Avversierahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482788201123251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963521170144358528.post-83561939587309648412012-02-29T18:23:00.001-06:002012-02-29T18:23:07.630-06:0028th: Money<p><a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-IdpSZcJqRjc/T07BZ60hUtI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Zcxvn-tj3FM/s0/2012-02-29%25252007.21.26.jpg'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-IdpSZcJqRjc/T07BZ60hUtI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Zcxvn-tj3FM/s400/2012-02-29%25252007.21.26.jpg' /></a></p><p>I wish I could make money being creative. Unfortunately, I don't think I have the motivation to be self-sustaining in a creative endeavor. Maybe one day I'll be able to do Craftsy classes or teach knitting locally if my husband's dream job works-out up here.</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4</div>Avversierahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482788201123251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963521170144358528.post-67294546777565335092012-02-29T18:19:00.001-06:002012-02-29T18:19:17.736-06:0027th: Something I ate<p><a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-85bbfM3XB3Q/T07AhCNMILI/AAAAAAAAAqo/cjvc2hlKe1Y/s0/2012-02-29%25252016.08.36.jpg'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-85bbfM3XB3Q/T07AhCNMILI/AAAAAAAAAqo/cjvc2hlKe1Y/s400/2012-02-29%25252016.08.36.jpg' /></a></p><p>Dinner was tuna melt sandwiches & tater tots, because I've been sick & that was all I could muster. He liked it though! So did I.</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4</div>Avversierahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482788201123251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963521170144358528.post-45399265491262422952012-02-29T18:17:00.001-06:002012-02-29T18:17:10.646-06:0026th: Night<p><a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Mzu7dnaz8tM/T07AA48vWbI/AAAAAAAAAqY/VVCicAKrVmk/s0/2012-02-29%25252019.02.59.jpg'><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Mzu7dnaz8tM/T07AA48vWbI/AAAAAAAAAqY/VVCicAKrVmk/s400/2012-02-29%25252019.02.59.jpg' /></a></p><p><a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-zKMKD9TuwgY/T07ABXEzZYI/AAAAAAAAAqg/FLAREvMdGL4/s0/2012-02-29%25252018.59.39.jpg'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-zKMKD9TuwgY/T07ABXEzZYI/AAAAAAAAAqg/FLAREvMdGL4/s400/2012-02-29%25252018.59.39.jpg' /></a></p><p>What it looks like inside & outside my house @ night. That lamp was my gramma's. I've held onto the shade forever now because it reminds me of her. It's crumbling. One day I'll have to find a replacement just like it. Right now, it's my bedside table light, just like it was hers.</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4</div>Avversierahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482788201123251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963521170144358528.post-52493545197587184192012-02-25T10:02:00.001-06:002012-02-25T10:02:03.071-06:0025th: Green<p><a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-HIwdT_fHfUI/T0kF-WmXpuI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/u-eN9Ub95Eg/s0/2012-02-25%25252010.52.24.jpg'><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-HIwdT_fHfUI/T0kF-WmXpuI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/u-eN9Ub95Eg/s400/2012-02-25%25252010.52.24.jpg' /></a></p><p>I'm not the only one wishing for some today. This is Keegan, getting rid of our sidewalk snow this morning. I'm glad he's here to do it, I don't hink my hands could handle it in the condition they've been in the past couple of weeks. We are legally obligated to keep our sidewalk free of ice & snow, too. All the mail is delivered by walking letter carriers. There are no boxes by the street anywhere in this town!</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4</div>Avversierahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482788201123251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963521170144358528.post-77540897163128166602012-02-25T09:57:00.001-06:002012-02-25T09:57:27.270-06:0024th: Inside My Bathroom Cabinet<p><a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-2dj2cXLwa-g/T0kE5jpyY_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/NDdhMC10OII/s0/2012-02-25%25252010.54.50.jpg'><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-2dj2cXLwa-g/T0kE5jpyY_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/NDdhMC10OII/s400/2012-02-25%25252010.54.50.jpg' /></a></p><p>Sorry, it's full of boring. I haven't lived here long enough to have strata from the dark ages of medicine layered in here. (Yes, Mom, I am talking about your tin of leeches...)</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4</div>Avversierahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482788201123251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963521170144358528.post-22604235009917149582012-02-25T09:49:00.001-06:002012-02-25T09:49:14.119-06:0023rd: My Shoes<p><a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-i8JIo8hEt-E/T0kC-VHTbBI/AAAAAAAAAqA/qlmvKxp4j1Q/s0/2012-02-25%25252010.47.22.jpg'><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-i8JIo8hEt-E/T0kC-VHTbBI/AAAAAAAAAqA/qlmvKxp4j1Q/s400/2012-02-25%25252010.47.22.jpg' /></a></p><p>These are my normal "work" shoes, though this is the 1st time they've been up on the table... and if you'll excuse me, now I need to go get the cleaner.</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4</div>Avversierahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482788201123251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963521170144358528.post-46008894076140113222012-02-25T09:47:00.001-06:002012-02-25T09:47:04.685-06:0022nd: Where I Work<p><a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-7nkTPfjwEMY/T0kCd1yIMRI/AAAAAAAAAp4/un05YPf3p_4/s0/2012-02-25%25252010.44.40.jpg'><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-7nkTPfjwEMY/T0kCd1yIMRI/AAAAAAAAAp4/un05YPf3p_4/s400/2012-02-25%25252010.44.40.jpg' /></a></p><p>Since I'm not currently employed outside the home, this is my dining room table AND the place where I compose sporadic letters to friends & do some accounting paperwork for Blue Chip.</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4</div>Avversierahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482788201123251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963521170144358528.post-5198442164320711122012-02-21T19:58:00.001-06:002012-02-21T19:58:12.480-06:00Fave Pic of Me<p><a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Nwk6etlA0cw/T0RLrmeYK5I/AAAAAAAAApw/GxoyhN_h8fU/s0/imagejpeg_2_17.jpg'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Nwk6etlA0cw/T0RLrmeYK5I/AAAAAAAAApw/GxoyhN_h8fU/s400/imagejpeg_2_17.jpg' /></a></p><p>I have a (usually) very amazing, talented, and wonderful husband - who over the years has taken many spectacular and artistic photographs of me. I was at a loss to pick just one that was my very favorite. I figured I'd weasel out of this day by asking him what his favorite of me was.</p> <br/> <p>This is it. Me, in the wind, at the front of our cruise ship, waiting to pull into the Cayman Islands. Look, it was VERY windy! I was making faces @ Jeremy, who kept telling me not to squint in the 40mph winds! What a ridiculous picture. Apparently this one reminds him of how animated I am with my facial expressions when I'm being silly, and causes him to convulse with laughter every time he sees it.</p> <br/> <p>I've got to go sprinkle itching powder in his sock drawer.</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4</div>Avversierahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482788201123251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963521170144358528.post-15780387471026339502012-02-21T17:24:00.001-06:002012-02-21T17:24:16.072-06:0020th: Handwriting<p><a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-4iWr_0NEWKU/T0QnmDQdFSI/AAAAAAAAApo/PcPnqO8eBMQ/s0/2012-02-21%25252018.14.53.jpg'><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-4iWr_0NEWKU/T0QnmDQdFSI/AAAAAAAAApo/PcPnqO8eBMQ/s400/2012-02-21%25252018.14.53.jpg' /></a></p><p>Mine. Big & messy & loopy & scrawling across the whole page. Barely respecting the restraints of lines when they're there & never even trying when they're not.</p> <br/> <p>And of course I always use a Sharpie Pen whenever I'm able.</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4</div>Avversierahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482788201123251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963521170144358528.post-91117003629908807422012-02-21T17:14:00.001-06:002012-02-21T17:14:38.706-06:0019th: Something You Hate to Do<p><a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-PBT32MJRN7k/T0QlVq-dEpI/AAAAAAAAApg/X11vKGBUzFU/s0/2012-02-21%25252018.09.39.jpg'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-PBT32MJRN7k/T0QlVq-dEpI/AAAAAAAAApg/X11vKGBUzFU/s400/2012-02-21%25252018.09.39.jpg' /></a></p><p>I'm sorry, I can't think of anything I hate to do. I dislike putting down the things I love to do for things I am not as fond of. Hate never enters into it though.</p> <br/> <p>Instead, how about this: I will hate it when my beautiful Valentine flowers are completely wilted & I have to compost them. They smell like Heaven, and I have such good husband-feelings every time I see/ think about/ smell them. *happysigh*</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4</div>Avversierahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482788201123251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963521170144358528.post-10346751779572141492012-02-18T19:48:00.001-06:002012-02-18T19:48:22.465-06:00Drink<p><a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-76JNv4lbGYs/T0BU5Qqdt4I/AAAAAAAAApU/3JeMsKWxt9c/s0/2012-02-18%25252019.44.43.jpg'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-76JNv4lbGYs/T0BU5Qqdt4I/AAAAAAAAApU/3JeMsKWxt9c/s400/2012-02-18%25252019.44.43.jpg' /></a></p><p>Today, I really wish I had something a little stronger than kool-ade.</p> <br/> <p>This morning, around 4am, my neighbor's dogs were going nuts. I'm a pretty light sleeper under the best of circumstances. My neighbor usually works the night shift, but yesterday afternoon she left for a week of vacation in Cancun.</p> <br/> <p>She has huge dogs. They have already mauled one intruder in the past. A very stupid intruder, apparently. There was damage to a window in that circumstance.</p> <br/> <p>When her dogs hadn't shut up by the time I was dressed, I was a little concerned. My thoughts were running more along the lines of, "I should go retrieve any severed body parts from the dogs so the hospital can attempt to reattach them later," but I grabbed my shotgun & loaded it with a buckshot round in case there were multiple perps I needed to convince to leave the area quickly. </p> <br/> <p>I also grabbed my cell & put my knife in my pocket. I always carry a knife. Not for self defense, per se, but because growing-up on a farm means you will need a knife 50 times a day and it is just an extension of me after all these years. </p> <br/> <p>I walked next door, scanning her lower level windows for non-dog movement and breakage. Nothing. I walked around the front of the house & as I'm about to mount the steps I see what looks like a human head laying in the gloom to the side of the steps.</p> <br/> <p>Immediately my heart stops. My first thought is, this can't be a person. No one lays out in the half-melted snow. This is some crap gnome in her planter and the gloom is playing tricks on my inner child's imagination. Remember being a kid & having every shadow morph into something ominous when the bedroom lights go out?</p> <br/> <p>I take a step closer. It's definitely a man, laying on his back in the planter next to her front stairs! I call out to him loudly, but he doesn't move a muscle. His mouth is closed. His face doesn't even twitch. I turned & raced back to my house & woke Keegan up. He dressed in a flash, first time in his life!</p> <br/> <p>We head back out there, me with more ammo - Keegan with a wicked-looking but fairly useless pellet gun & my phone on standby ready to call 911 if the asshole is agro. I prayed the whole way that the dude would have already bailed... but he was still there. I'm terrified; no drunk sleeps that calmly - no snoring, face placid, nothing. </p> <br/> <p>I called-out to him again, standing at his head, and lighty rap his forehead wth the barrel of my shotgun. I'm waiting for him to make a grab for the gun, something, because he just doesn't look like he's really out of it. But his head hardly moved when I rapped it the first time, nor the 2nd time, harder. I thought maybe he was dead, but a third harder whack to his forehead had him groaning slightly and starting to roll over.</p> <br/> <p>Great! I'm thinking this guy is totally faking it & he's gonna come at me any second, but he never does. I prod, poke, & nudge him until he gets to his feet and it's a few seconds of what I still believed may have been fake-drunk stumbling before he fully acnowledges the barrel of my gun trained on his crotch.</p> <br/> <p>He sobered enough then to tell me he was just drunk, stumble out to water my tree next to the road (I'm still trained on his nether-bits when he turns round, in case he's armed himself), and thank me for not shooting him. He tells me his name (Nathaniel) and says he's freezing. I sent Keeg to start the coffee pot & we sent the bloke packing a minute later with a water bottle full of hot black coffee.</p> <br/> <p>Someone pointed out that I may have saved his life by getting him out of the frozen planter he'd fallen into. Someone else said it was nice I didn't call the cops on the kid & get him charged & sent to jail. Frankly, it didn't occur to me to get the police involved in a non-violent encounter. Well, I guess not so non-violent since he was staring down the barrel of a gun at me the whole time... But I am more than a little spooked that someone scared me so shitless I found it necessary to arm myself right outside my front door.</p> <br/> <p>And I don't know how I'll sleep tonight either, jumping at every noise or bark & wondering if a slightly-more-sober drunk young man comes back to challenge me for scaring the shit outta him last night.</p> <br/> <p>Still, wish I had a little firewater to throw back myself, tonight. Watch out for yourselves & your neighbors - even the ones trying to sleep it off in your yard. Times are tough, and there are those who have a Hell of a lot less than us, just trying to get by for one more day. Usually it's easier to not think about them, because they're sleeping somewhere besides my yard...</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4</div>Avversierahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482788201123251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963521170144358528.post-1826363274891329752012-02-18T17:11:00.001-06:002012-02-18T17:11:35.121-06:0017th: Time<p><a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ZBhfXNLAVLg/T0AwJX8O5BI/AAAAAAAAApM/fgPz54yxQPs/s0/2012-02-18%25252018.03.46.jpg'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ZBhfXNLAVLg/T0AwJX8O5BI/AAAAAAAAApM/fgPz54yxQPs/s400/2012-02-18%25252018.03.46.jpg' /></a></p><p>There is never enough of it for everything I want to do. This is a beautiful bundle of roving 60/40 Wensleydale & Mohair. It's a gorgeous brownish natural color. My lovely darling husband brought my spinning wheel up for me when he arrived on Valentine's Day and I've been itching to spin something on it ever since!</p> <br/> <p>I need longer days, less sleep, or fewer hobbies.</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4</div>Avversierahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482788201123251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963521170144358528.post-59219244135142804192012-02-18T16:48:00.001-06:002012-02-18T16:48:27.975-06:0016th: Something New<p><a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-v1FrLc-Ib0g/T0AqujpuCdI/AAAAAAAAApE/bWcQWqRrKwE/s0/2012-02-17%25252010.41.33.jpg'><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-v1FrLc-Ib0g/T0AqujpuCdI/AAAAAAAAApE/bWcQWqRrKwE/s400/2012-02-17%25252010.41.33.jpg' /></a></p><p>This will be my new closet when we get it assembled! Then I can share before-and-after pics of my real closet! Wahoo! I can't wait to have a closet again, where clothes get neatly hung up instead of folded back into boxes like I've been doing for a month now.</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4</div>Avversierahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482788201123251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963521170144358528.post-14560085859993729912012-02-18T16:45:00.001-06:002012-02-18T16:45:04.046-06:0015th: Phone<p><a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-sGzkhDhoNXs/T0Ap7jE5pMI/AAAAAAAAAo8/okM5wMPJnMQ/s0/2012-02-18%25252017.41.39.jpg'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-sGzkhDhoNXs/T0Ap7jE5pMI/AAAAAAAAAo8/okM5wMPJnMQ/s400/2012-02-18%25252017.41.39.jpg' /></a></p><p>This is Keegan's new one that his Dad upgraded for his Valentine's Day present.</p> <br/> <p>Since then, we've seen nothing but the top of Keegan's head.</p> <br/> <p>*sigh* At least he likes his new phone, and now finally he can use all the data we pay for in our monthly plan!</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4</div>Avversierahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482788201123251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963521170144358528.post-34721884072505518052012-02-15T08:08:00.001-06:002012-02-15T08:08:44.202-06:00Heart<p><a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-reEwFoErc8M/Tzu8ai7L8EI/AAAAAAAAAo0/lTEtjJQRG1U/s0/2012-02-15%25252009.02.21.jpg'><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-reEwFoErc8M/Tzu8ai7L8EI/AAAAAAAAAo0/lTEtjJQRG1U/s400/2012-02-15%25252009.02.21.jpg' /></a></p><p>I got a very special delivery for Valentines Day. Around 2:30 I received a bouquet of flowers & a box of chocolates. Card said "even though we are far apart, you are always in my heart."</p> <br/> <p>About an hour later, I'm on the phone with my Mom in KY when a strange vehicle pulls behind my house and a man who looks very similar to my husband gets out of the driver's door.</p> <br/> <p>And a very happy reunion was had by all! (I got my heart-on! Say it out loud, it's very funny.)</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4</div>Avversierahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482788201123251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963521170144358528.post-67592987688603293372012-02-13T20:04:00.001-06:002012-02-13T20:04:47.475-06:00Blue<p><a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Zs8bPkEBgRo/TznBO9hSGrI/AAAAAAAAAog/9_9k9T15Kps/s0/2012-02-13%25252020.56.13.jpg'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Zs8bPkEBgRo/TznBO9hSGrI/AAAAAAAAAog/9_9k9T15Kps/s400/2012-02-13%25252020.56.13.jpg' /></a></p><p><a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Dj-tgly-5sY/TznBPW0cpVI/AAAAAAAAAoo/AaLS-hYIjA4/s0/2012-02-13%25252008.04.17.jpg'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Dj-tgly-5sY/TznBPW0cpVI/AAAAAAAAAoo/AaLS-hYIjA4/s400/2012-02-13%25252008.04.17.jpg' /></a></p><p>First, of course: my rockin' blue cardigan, whose sleeves are actually starting to resemble what they should hopefully one day be... done!</p> <br/> <p>Second: The Valentines present I sent to Baby Regan. Included because it's in a blue jewelry box & I needed a little bling in my posts.</p> <br/> <p>I took "Robin" (the sleeves) to my 1st knit night in the new town. Have to make a good first impression! I met a lot of lovely ladies and Robin was duly admired, as as my Triinu scarf. I'm glad I went. Having knitting friends & a library card make me feel like I really belong here right off the bat.</p> <br/> <p>I also got a great email today which ended with this:</p> <br/> <p>Have a great day, unless you already had other plans.</p> <br/> <p>It made me giggle.</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4</div>Avversierahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482788201123251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963521170144358528.post-25973089540322741302012-02-12T19:16:00.001-06:002012-02-12T19:16:16.456-06:00Inside My Closet<p><a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-WGKz_-O7YzI/TzhkXVLVpBI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/R1_rPSlxVyQ/s0/2012-02-12%25252020.02.35.jpg'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-WGKz_-O7YzI/TzhkXVLVpBI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/R1_rPSlxVyQ/s400/2012-02-12%25252020.02.35.jpg' /></a></p><p><a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-W1WVIuvkSKQ/TzhkX5oganI/AAAAAAAAAoY/esDKnnzWGAA/s0/2012-02-12%25252020.02.18.jpg'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-W1WVIuvkSKQ/TzhkX5oganI/AAAAAAAAAoY/esDKnnzWGAA/s400/2012-02-12%25252020.02.18.jpg' /></a></p><p>I am showing my favorite closet in the house: our coat closet. None of the others are nearly this interesting. Our coat closet, however, has a massive built-in drawer where I keep all my fabulous knitted accessories, it's got a handy dowel for permanent coat hanging, it's got a light all its own, and super-duper hooks along the wall too. </p> <br/> <p>All that wonderful plays second fiddle to the magical quality of having a leaded glass window in my coat closet, though!</p> <br/> <p>Now, catch me in a few months, when we're unpacked properly, and I won't mind showing you my actual closet. Right now though, there's not a shelf, rack, or dowel left in any of the closets. The previous owner must have taken them when she left. </p> <br/> <p>I don't really mind - it'll give me a good excuse to buy one of those fancy customizable organizer things from the local Home Superstore. I've never had a nifty closet before, so I'm looking forward to it!</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4</div>Avversierahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10561482788201123251noreply@blogger.com0