finally is completely finished, fringed, washed, blocked, photographed, it’s done. Here’s how it turned out. The light aqua didn’t photo well, but you get the idea.
A person is only as good as what they love. Saul Bellow
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Month: September 2011
The one where she shows
off her newest obsession, a teapot. Not to put too fine a point on it, a PURPLE and white polkadot teapot. I love teapots and have several, but I’ve never set out to actually collect them, until now. I’m crazy for purple and when I ran across this sweet little pot, I had to have it. Could this be any cuter??
It came in this great matching box and if it gets any better I won’t be able to stand it, matches my reading glasses perfectly. Perfectly purple.
My next project is burning a hole in my knitting bag, but I’m trying to hold off starting it until I have the Diamond Leaf Cowl finished. It’s from Knitty Deep Fall 2011, Alda by Harpa Jonsdottir. I think I’m in love (again).
A man of good will with a little effort and belief in his own powers can enjoy a deep, tranquil, rich life — provided he go his own way….To live one’s own life is still the best way of life, always was, and always will be. Henry Miller
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To Share Is Human
To Share Is Human
The one with this week’s
WIP offering. I have two (!) this week 1) Diamond Leaf Cowl by Darlene Joyce, a Ravelry pattern and 2) another rendition of the Molly scarf. Both yarns are a complete mystery, I dug them out of the stash, neither with ball bands. Story of my life. Both knitting up nicely I must say.
I must have love love loved the above yarn, I have a ton of it. Think a sweater for the Statue of Liberty, with some left over and you’ll get the idea.
A professional is a man who can do his best at a time when he doesn’t particularly feel like it. Alistair Cooke
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To Share Is Human
To Share Is Human
The one where I come clean
about why I’ve not been blogging for the last few weeks. To tell the truth, I’ve felt overwhelmingly overwhelmed for the past few weeks, what with my Dad’s cancer diagnosis and his passing, my Mom’s dementia and getting her transferred to a nursing home here in Little Rock, trying to get their home of nearly 50 years cleaned out and ready to sell, notifying everyone who needs to be notified about the huge changes, like the bank, insurance companies, retirement accounts and then getting the word out that Mom is being moved to Little Rock, getting mail forwarded, bills paid and the list seems endless. I’m telling you, my Superwomen cape has taken a beating here the last little bit and is a little worse for the wear, so I gave it a well deserved mend and rest. It’s back on now and I feel ready to jump back into my real life. Mom is adjusting well to her new digs, the light at the end of the endless paperwork tunnel truly seems brighter and closer and I’ve learned (at least until next time) that the world won’t stop spinning on its axis if I don’t get everything crossed off my to do list every day.
So, all in all, life is good, all of us are happy and healthy, with jobs and homes and food on the table. Life really is lovely, I think.
Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you. Maori proverb
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To Share Is Human
To Share Is Human
The one where I’m reminded
for about the billionth (give or take a few million) time that most of the time, more is not better. As in: see how busy I am? See how efficiently I keep everything going smoothly (uh-huh, right) and just how well I manage to be all things to all people? See? All this is leading up to my feelings of frustration of not getting everything on my to do list accomplished last weekend. Never mind that I started said list about three months ago and for every cross off, another three things are added. All I can say about this impossible list is that everything on it seemed like such a good idea at the time.
As for knitting projects, all is finished on the Drop Stitch Shawl, except for blocking, which is (0f course) at or near the top of The List. Mirrorsocks are presently in time out. I’m stuck somehow on the gusset, it’s obvious that I’m screwing it up somehow but heck if I know how. It’s just wonky looking and I’m torn between forging ahead with the pattern, no matter what or frogging and giving it another go. Maybe I’ll flip a coin.
Here’s a new pic of the Papoose, we had a wonderful visit over the weekend, just can’t get enough Susannah love! She’s so proud of those new teeth!
Others have been here before me, and I walk in their footsteps. The books I have read were composed by generations of fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, teachers and disciples. I am the sum total of their experiences, their quests. And so are you. Elie Wiesel
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To Share Is Human
To Share Is Human
The one where 32 years
doesn’t seem like such a long time after all. Today, Mr. Iknead and I will have been married 32 whole years! A lot has happened in those years, babies, kitties, puppies, illness, parties, anger, tears, joy and grief. I’m blessed to have been able to share these with Mr. Iknead; he truly is my soft place to fall, as Dr. Phil puts it. I think I’m ready for the next 32.
Look pretty good for 32 years dontcha think?
Playing mini-golf in Destin, it’s only 120 degrees outside with not a breath of fresh air.
Love is friendship set on fire. French proverb
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