Knitting

The one where she decides that


Thursday is the new Friday.  Hey, I figure if 50 is the new thirty and 40 is the new 20, then why can’t Thursday be the new Friday and don’t forget that navy is the new black.

I’m off tomorrow and I’m knitting and baking, I’ve worked for it all week and I deserve it.  Am I the only person that gets a happy, contented rush from those?  Something about working with my hands, following familiar routines is very soothing for me.  OK, does this mean that knitting is the new yoga?

You don’t need a weather man to know which way the wind blows.  Bob Dylan

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Knitting

Act II, The one where the weather


isn’t getting any better today.   Another round, worse than yesterday’s, is predicted for this afternoon and evening.  The radar is starting to get busy and I suppose I can put off grocery shopping one more day.  DD posted a video of the flooding in her neighborhood in Fayetteville on Youtube.  Here’s the link:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z7qHjL5AI1I.

As for knitting, I absolutely will have a WIP Wednesday post.  In fact, I’m off to a “photo shoot” at this very moment.  (yeah, right)

Love is everything it’s cracked up to be.  It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.  Erica Jong

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Knitting

The one where the weather


just seems to be getting worse and worse.  Talked to DD about an hour ago and she’s been frantically moving stuff upstairs, there’s at least a foot of water outside in her neighborhood.  DSIL is home and safe, but couldn’t get to their driveway to park and had to wade through knee high water to get to the house.

About four hours later:

The weather here in Little Rock has turned really, really nasty.  We’ve had a couple of tornadoes in the central Arkansas area.  Pictures and damage reports have started coming in.  Thankfully, we haven’t lost our electricity at our house but the latest count is about 53,500 customers are without power in Pulaski county.  I’ve been sending and receiving texts all evening.  All present and accounted for.

DD checked in, rain has let up some and water is receding so that’s good news.  Jeez, these last couple of weeks have been something else weatherwise.

Another Easter with the Papoose picture

She is not amused.
Never regret.  If it’s good, it’s wonderful.  If it’s bad, it’s experience.  Victoria Holt
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Knitting

The one where the Easter


bunny has come and gone, the Papoose got some really great swag and I, for one, have eaten my weight in chocolate Easter eggs.  I’ll pay for that little adventure later, I’m sure.  We had a wonderful, joyous weekend, laughing and all talking at once, cruising that sugar high.  I’m blessed with family.

Here’s Susannah in her Easter frock before  church.

And after

As for knitting, excellent progress was made on both the Brittany Jumper and the Coupling socks, with the socks lacking just the ribbing up top.  The Jumper lacks about an inch and a half more skirt before starting the bodice.  Pictures sometime this week, just when, I don’t know.

I’m glad to be back in my own nest tonight.

In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary.  Aaron Rose

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Knitting

The one where the weather


in Fayetteville has turned ugly for the nth time this week.  We got here about 4:30 p.m. and the sun was out.  It’s now 8:30ish and it’s been one line of thunderstorms after another for the last couple of hours.

No picture this post.  Get one in tomorrow.

Been a rough week, glad we’re in Fayetteville with family tonight.  May have to visit Handheld tomorrow.  I feel a wool jones coming on.

For NASA, space is still a high priority.  Dan Quayle (1947-    )

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Knitting

The one where it felt like


her day was never going to end.   I’ve had to be in a meeting for work starting at 9 a.m. yesterday, was there from 7:30 a.m. until 3 p.m. today and have to be back tomorrow a.m. at 7:30.  For someone who has a real problem sitting still for any length of time over about 30 minutes, every minute feels like an hour.  I usually knit to help me focus and not crawl out of my skin but not this time.  My boss understands this and it’s no big deal, but others, not so much.  It’s been a long, long two days.

Coupling socks nearly finished, but not in time for FO Friday.  Dang.

Without a doubt, this is the absolutely worst of the worst of all the pics I’ve ever made but I’m worn out and just don’t feel like retaking it.  So, I apologize.

Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.  Bible

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Knitting

The one where she’s a


little ahead of the game.  I took pics last night to post since I’m going to be in a meeting from 9:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. and I wanted to post a WIP Wednesday.

The Brittany Jumper so far

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and just in case anyone missed it, a little stitch detail

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Freedom is one of the deepest and noblest aspirations of the human spirit.  Ronald Reagan (1911-2004)

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Knitting

The one where the first


day at work after being under the weather goes smoothly.  I was three days behind but have managed to catch up without too much trouble.  Without jinxing myself, I think the Brittany Jumper has been beaten into submission (finally) and the eyelet  border is behind me.  Now, 6 1/2 inches of st st before the bodice.

I finished The Uncoupling today.  Very interesting book, a takeoff on Lysistrata.  Without spoiling it, the play is about ancient women who get tired of the men’s warring and go on a sex strike until peace is restored.  Like I said, very interesting.  The author is Meg Wolitzer.  Good read.

Here’s some stitch detail on Brittany.  Looks great if I do say so myself.

This is the eyelet picot pattern that nearly drove me batty last week.  I think putting the whole project into time out did the trick.

Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo.  H.G. Wells (1866-1946)

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Knitting

The one where she has to take


another sick day.  Up all night with a stomachache and all that goes with it.  I felt really wrung out this morning and was strongly encouraged by Mr. Iknead to stay home.  So, I did.

Being sick sucks.

Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you.  Maori proverb

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Knitting

The one where the Brittany


Jumper is cast on ONE LAST TIME.  I mean it.  This is the absolute last time.  If I’m unsuccessful,  I’m going to chalk it up to the knitting gods, who obviously don’t want me to knit this and move on.  I mean, there are countless yarns and projects that I could be knitting, why do I keep beating my head against this particular wall?

The wireless is working again.  Poor Mr. Iknead worked so hard yesterday to get it back up and running; his patience outshines mine pretty much all the time, but I could tell yesterday evening that even his patience was wearing thin.  Hats off to you sweetie.

Here’s the obligatory photo, but the subject is anything but.

On Friday, we’re heading north to Fayetteville for Miss Susannah’s first Easter.  I need me some Susannah love and chocolate bunnies.  Mmmmmm..

I baked a new cake recipe yesterday, devil’s food with a macaroon filling and coconut frosting.  Tastes just like an Almond Joy.  Ugly as homemade sin, but really good.

Luck is like having a rice dumpling fly into your mouth.  Japanese proverb

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