The one where she figures out

that the Eternal Legwarmers may indeed be eternal, especially when I looked them over today and saw that at some point last night, I had totally and irrevocably screwed up at least four inches of them and had to frog them back at least that much.  Frogging back cables is next door to crazy but that’s what I did.  So, it’s two steps forward and three steps back.  I tend to be a process knitter more than product driven but come on, this is ridiculous.

Joy is found not in finishing an activity but in doing it.  Greg Anderson



The one where she heaves

a huge sigh of relief at being back at home, in her own bed and in her own kitchen.  Visiting the Papoose and family is always a treat, but I’m a homebody at heart and besides that, I miss my dog, Josie.  I don’t think I’ve posted her, so here she is –

Precious, spoiled Pug baby. 

Gossip is the art of saying nothing in a way that leaves practically nothing unsaid.  Walter Winchell (1897-1972)



The one where they’re still

in Fayetteville with the Papoose and family.  Butter Brickle Cake got made today, it only took two trips to the store to get everything, but it did get made.

Still warm.

I taught Susannah to pattycake today.  Beauty and brains!

Mr. Iknead and Susannah.

We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.  Arthur O’Shaughnessy



The one where she knows she must

bake something today, even though Mr. Iknead and I are in Fayetteville visiting the Papoose (Susannah to the uninitiated).  This means I must make a trip to the grocery  store because Lindsey and Clefton (dear daughter and son in law) don’t bake, so I need to stock them up on flour, sugar, eggs, etc. etc. so I can make a cake. 

Since it’s FO Friday, I’m going to post the very, very first sock I ever made, Cookie A’s Monkey.  Don’t ask me how long it took me, I know it took me about a week to knit the cuff. I’m still proud of them; they say you always remember your first. ; )


My camera skills weren’t very impressive then, thankfully, they’ve gotten a little better, though not much.

When your work speaks for itself, don’t interrupt.  Henry J. Kaiser (1882-1967)



The one where she can’t think

of one thing to blog so she finds a random pretty picture to post.

This was taken at a family wedding in St. Louis.  I just wanted to take a picture of the old building, didn’t even think about the backdrop of the sky.  I love the way it turned out.

I wish I could remember the name of the church.  Hopefully someone with a better memory that I have can remember.

Character is what you are in the dark.  American Proverb



The one where she thinks the leg

warmers will be an eternal work in progress.  At least I have a post for WIP Wednesday.  So, without further ado…….

Some stitch detail –

The most exciting phrase to hear in science, the one that heralds new discoveries, is not ‘Eureka!’ (I found it!) but ‘That’s funny…’  Isaac Asimov (1920-1992)



The one where she really understands

just how amazing people who have never seen each other in the flesh, have never heard each other’s voices and maybe having nothing in common except a shared love of fiber.  (I know it happens with other people  who share other things, but I have to stick to what I know.)  I’m talking about a post in May, 2010 on Ravelry that started with “I have a pregnancy test in my purse” and ended with the birth of a beautiful baby girl, Paloma, last week.  As the topic picked up steam, more and more Ravelers started following, reading and posting, becoming a huge cheerleading section, obsessively  checking in as D-day got closer and closer.  The outpouring of encouragement, excitement, advice and caring was so phenomenal, so affirmative, I get a lump in my throat just thinking about it.  Thanks Dori for sharing such a personal part of your life with us, thanks fellow Ravelers for again proving how caring we fiber folks are and thanks Rav for being giving us a place to share and care, you’re the best.

And here’s my photo for today – my beautiful granddaughter, Susannah.

Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself.  Jean Anouilh (1910-1987)

The one where the Scarf in

a Scarf is ready for her close-up, Mr. DeMille.  This pic shows just one of the several ways this scarf can be worn, today, this one’s my favorite.  I have a feeling that this scarf is going to be getting a lot wear time.  I’ll try to remember to get pics posted of all the different ways this scarf can be worn, if I can figure them out.  Maybe I need to drop in at Yarn Mart for some suggestions – ooh, is that a new colorway over there and, look, there’s something sparkly over there.  Yeah, I think a trip to YM is in order.  These pics are not so great, my usual spot was out of commission and I had to wing it in my office.

The two scarves apart –

and together –

Simple garter stitch scarf with buttonholes every 18 rows or so.  Looks a lot more complicated than it really is.   I love that!

BTW, my prediction about the cinnamon rolls was right on.  When I got home from work this evening, Mr. Iknit was chowing down on the last one.  I’ll be baking these again, I have a feeling.

Knowledge is the only instrument of production that is not subject to diminishing returns.  John Maurice Clarke



The one where she figures out

that she really doesn’t like using the dough hook on her Kitchenaid and doesn’t plan to ever use it again.  Here’s why:

I rely on how the dough I’m kneading feels to know when it’s ready to rest and rise.  Since using the dough hook instead of by hand took the “feel” away, the dough was way overkneaded and so the texture of the cinnamon rolls left something to be desired.  Fortunately, they’re delicious and since the family has never let a little think like texture stand in the way of enjoyment, they’ll probably be gone by tomorrow morning at the latest.  They’re also quite ugly, no food stylist here, but again, they’re tasty.  See what I mean?

I made lentil soup today.  I’d never had lentils, had just about every type of bean besides those, being from the south, but they were good.  It was a vegetarian recipe, which was a departure for me, but turned out well.  A keeper I’m pretty sure.

When a thing is funny, search it carefully for a hidden truth.  George Bernard Shaw (1856 – 1950



The one where she shows off

her first Friday FO – ta da!!!

Here’s one a little closer –

CEY Libery Wool color #7898, 5 skeins, Molly scarf.

Still plugging on with the Scarf in a Scarf, should be finished by tomorrow afternoon at the latest.  It’s taking longer than I thought it would, I didn’t figure in the “kind of boring” factor.  Row after row of knit stitch, interrupted every 17 rows by a buttonhole. 

I’m planning on making sourdough bread tomorrow.  I’ve gotten the starter out, warmed and fed.  Making sourdough is a two day project if you count the warming and feeding stages.  You can’t rush sourdough!

The test if a vocation is the love of the drudgery it involves.  Logan Pearsall Smith (1985 – 1946



The one where she

posts her first WIP Wednesday project.  Looky looky – it’s half a leg warmer!

The people I work with can’t figure out why I keep taking pictures of knitting.  I think it just confirms their suspicion that I may be a little odd.  (something I cultivate).  YB normal, right?

Random Quote:  An appeaser is one who feeds a crocodile, hoping it will eat him last.  Sir Winston Churchill (1874-1965)


The one where she makes good her threat

to post a pic of the Lovely Leaf Lace scarf.  I ended up taking the camera with me to work today since I really don’t have a great place to take pictures.  At home, if my stash isn’t trying to ooze into the background, there’s a dustbunny just waiting in the wings for her big break.  So, the camera got a field trip today.  Here it is

About that resolution I made to blog everyday, I’m pretty sure that’s not going to happen.  I obviously overestimated my desire to sit down at a computer after work and think of something to blog.  If it happens every day, fine; but if not, that’s fine too.  I’m pretty sure the world will continue spinning on it’s axis if I miss a day.

Quote:  The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious.  Albert Einstein