Has been a challenge because our wireless Internet has been on the blink. On the blink as in there is none. Mr. Iknead has been working to get it going again for hours but it’s still a no go. I’m pretty much computer illiterate so I’m no help at all. Thank heaven for my iPhone. Maybe we’ll get it going tomorrow. I’ll keep my fingers crossed.
The art of a people is a true mirror to their minds. Jawaharlel Nehru
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to pressure and is convinced to model the FO Friday entry. Supermodels are such divas!
This FO is a skinny mistake rib scarf that I knitted on a road trip to Cleveland, Ohio, with my son, when he had a graduate school audition there. The name of the school escapes me at the moment, must be a senior moment. It didn’t work out, but he feels that he is exactly where he needs to be at this point in his life. We drove there, straight through from Little Rock and I’m here to tell you that that is one long car ride and in March, Cleveland is very, very cold and snowy. Would I do it again? In a New York minute. I wouldn’t trade that time with my baby boy for anything.
Blue’s her color, don’t you think?
If you can give your son or daughter only one gift, let it be enthusiasm. Bruce Barton
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a photo of the first cables ever. I made the scarf for my DSIL, it was very long because I wasn’t sure how long it needed to be and just kept knitting until I ran out of yarn. It was a success, he said he loved it and it visited Europe with DD and DSIL.
I wish I had the picture of DSIL wearing it at the Eiffel Tower. I’m going to e-mail DD and she if she can’t send it to me. My scarf has turned out to be well travelled.
Off work tomorrow but have a to do list as long as my arm. Still, I won’t be at work.
He who never made a mistake never made a discovery. Samuel Smiles
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Wednesday with a haiku thrown in. Here’s what it’s all about:
Yep, you got it, the En Point sweater. It’s been languishing these past few weeks, while my attention has been directed toward other things. I promise it every time I pass it over for something more exciting projects that it’s next in line, but…….
Sad WIP
Passed over again.
What does it have that I don’t?
Won’t you rescue me?
Children speak in the field what they hear in the house. Scottish Proverb
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is blogged about.
I took the challenge of blogging every day issued by WordPress the first of the year and have been more or less successful. I think I’ve missed two days posting and am pretty proud of myself. Admittedly, the first month or so of posts was like pulling teeth. I dreaded posting most of the time because it was hard for me to put my thoughts in order and it be halfway readable. Happily, I think I’ve gotten better at it, it seems to flow a lot easier and now I have trouble keeping my posts down to a reasonable length. I don’t dread it and some days it’s a little bit harder than others, but I like creating something with words, something that’s uniquely mine.
I was sorting through some photos earlier and found this one. It’s labeled random pretty and it’s both random and pretty.
Look with favour upon a bold beginning. Virgil (70 BC-19 BC)
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of putting down a burden, a not so heavy burden but a burden nonetheless, is a welcome relief. My father came to LR yesterday and I went with him to see his cardiologist (he has a pacemaker) and besides needing to have the battery replaced sometime this summer, everything checked out. What makes this situation a little more difficult is that he lives in a small town, about three hours away from Little Rock. I was able a year or so ago to convince him that his just hopping in the car and bringing himself to his appointment was really not a great option, he’s 82, with arthritic joints, eyesight that’s not terrible, but not as good as it was and a very low freak out threshold. So, Mr. Iknead and I have to go down and pick him up, coordinate schedules and be available to be his wheels while he’s here. It’s really just an inconvenience that happens a couple of times a year, but I always feel relieved when he’s finished with everything and is safely back home. Mr. Iknead drove him home this time, it’s a six hour round trip and he’ll never know how much this means to me. Mr. Iknead rocks!! Did I mention that my Mom is in a nursing home with dementia? He’s always in a hurry to get back home, it’s hard for him to be away and she doesn’t understand why he’s not visiting.
The upside is that waiting rooms are perfect for working on a small project, keeps my mind focused and helps me with the antsy feelings that always come around when I have to sit and wait. The Coupling socks were the happy recipient of my (sort of) undivided attention today. Here’s where we stand at this moment –
I’m lacking in photo skills I think so I’m going to dig up the instruction book and hone the few skills I have.
You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star. Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900)
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the Brittany Jumper is no more. I decided I just couldn’t live with the crooked eyelets and in the end I’d be much happier just starting over. So that’s what I did.
DD and the Papoose got home to Fayetteville all in one piece. It sure was nice having them around and I wish I could have hidden Susannah away and kept her, but I knew that sooner or later her mom would figure it out. So it was a no go.
Here is the obligatory photo that every blog post must have. So there. Here’s my girls, DD and DDIL. DD is in pink. Aren’t they beautiful?
It is easy to be brave from a safe distance.
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self-destruct because six inches into a six and a half inch skirt she’s sees that she’s off two stitches in the eyelet pattern on the Brittany Jumper for Susannah. I kept checking it and checking it but I guess I didn’t do as good a job as I thought. I’m just not believing this and I know that in the grand scheme, this isn’t even on the radar, I mean, it’s no quake, tornado or tsunami, but still…..
I had all my chicks in the nest this weekend and it’s been wonderful. We cooked out and I made two loaves of bread and an apple pie. Now, the main kitchen sink drain is backed up and it’s spewing into the other sink, but we’re all here and healthy and again, it’s not a quake, tornado or tsunami.
Susannah and her Pawpaw –
You know, it’s all good.
One of the keys to happiness is a bad memory. Rita Mae Brown
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it’s (usually) the young people who have small children. DD and the Papoose have been here about eight hours now and I’m really, really tired. Totally worth it, but it feels like I’ve run a marathon today. Now, I’ve never run a marathon but I’m pretty sure it feels like this when you get done.
Between playing with Susannah and taking her to Yarn Mart to show her off, as she just happened to be wearing her Pinafore dress, I ran to the grocery store and bought the makings for an apple pie tomorrow. Special order for DD, you see. Don’t get to baby my baby too often anymore.
This is the Papoose aka Susannah and her friend, June, on a playdate last week. (Susannah is in the purple). Precious, precious.
To the soul, there is hardly anything more healing than friendship, Thomas Moore (1779-1852)
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looking longingly at her newest sock project, but having to work instead. Why do I make myself miserable like this? Because hope springs enternal that I’ll get a few minutes free, even if just long enough for a few stitches. Knitting refreshes me like nothing else. There’s probably a scientific study about knitting and endorphins but all I know is that it’s a mini-vacation right here in my office.
Here’s a little eye candy –
This beauty is Arequipa, 65% superwash wool, 20% alpaca and 15% nylon. Strange, no color number or lot. Never noticed that before.
This picture really doesn’t do this justice, but you get the idea. It’s a Yarns on Stage Limited Edition Silk Sock, 70% merino superwash, 2o% silk and 10% nylon. Colorway is Parakeet.
Tomorrow, we wind.
Success is to be measured not so much by the position that one has reached in life as by the obstacles which he has overcome. Booker T. Washington (1856-1915)
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is my featured WIPW offering. Cast on at lunch today and got a few rounds in before I had to go back to the salt mines. Here they are so far
DD, Lindsey, and Susannah AKA Papoose, are coming to Little Rock for the weekend Friday. DSIL, Clefton, has a busy weekend with work, so she decided to come visit. Can’t wait. I’m so hungry to see them both. I’m going to really hunker down with the Brittany Jumper, I’m hopeful that it can be done by the time they’re ready to go back to Fayetteville.
I’ve had a request that I bake some plain whole wheat yeast bread this weekend instead of sourdough, so I’ll probably end up baking both kinds and then have bread coming out of our ears. I usually give most of it away anyhow, always have takers. It’s been a week or so since I’ve baked and my flour jones is starting to wake up. Will try to resist until Friday.
The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed. Carl Jung (1875-1961)
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something special about today: It’s the Persian New Year; Happy New Year everyone! Dr. B, a dentist where I work, hands out $2 bills on the New Year, for good luck. You save them for good luck throughout the year. Interesting, huh?
My new sock project is decided upon and I have now moved on to the yarn decision. It’s so hard to choose between yarns, kind of like trying to choose between your kids. Each one has something special to offer, I think. It’s Coupling, from Knitty Summer 07 issue.
Here’s what I decided yarn-wise
Jitterbug Paint Box. I think it will be perfect. I wonder how it’s going to stripe up?
You can pretend to be serious; you can’t pretend to be witty. Sacha Guitry (1885-1957)
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