Knitting

It’s Tuesday morning and I’m just coming down from my busy bee-ness over the weekend.  I got a lot of things accomplished and have maybe an unhealthy fixation on crossing things off my to-do list, but it works for me.

I finished Mr. Iknead’s socks, he loves them and I love that he loves them. 

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Along with the abovementioned socks, dear S-I-L, Clefton, had requested a tea cozy a few weeks ago.  Being raised pretty much in the U.K., he likes his tea and this is what I came up with –

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If it looks familiar, it’s because I used my leftover sock yarn from Mr. Iknead’s socks and liked the farrow rib so much, I used it again.  So, at the risk of repeating myself (which my dear children tell me I’m doing more and more often), I used Patons Kroy Sock Yarn, in Cadet Colors.  Turned out well, don’t you think?

Baked three loaves of bread and tried my hand at Salted Caramel Brownies, a nifty little sweet that seems to be the flavor of the day right now.  I made them Saturday afternoon and they’re already history.   The thing about that is that it’s only Mr. Iknead and me at home now, and that’s a short time for two people and a pan of brownies.  Self control? Not so much.

Fear less, hope more; eat less, chew more; whine less, breathe more; talk less, say more; hate less, love more; and all good things are yours.  Swedish proverb

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Knitting

The one where my cold


has finally starting packing up and leaving.  The weekend was rough, but I did go to the doctor on Friday and got antibiotics and cough medicine, I feel much, much better.

I did manage to make a big pot of from scratch spaghetti sauce so even though I was puny, neither Mr. Iknead or I went hungry.  Honestly, I think we could eat just out of our pantry for a few weeks if we ever needed to.  Chances are we wouldn’t always be eating what we wanted to eat, but going hungry is not something we need to be concerned about.  Every week I tell myself that I’m going get the pantry back in order, but every week, something much more fun comes along and that project is abandoned without a backward glance.

I found a picture today of what Mr. Iknead swears is the best pecan pie ever, so I decided to share it

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Mr. Iknead’s Best Pecan Pie

3 eggs

1 cup sugar

1/2 tsp. salt

1 cup light corn syrup

1/4 cup butter, melted

1 tsp. vanilla

1 cup pecan halves

1 unbaked pie crust

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.

Beat eggs slightly in mixing bowl.  Blend in sugar, salt, corn syrup, butter and vanilla.
Add pecans.  Pour into pastry shell.  Bake 45 to 50 minutes or until knife inserted in the filling comes out clean.  Makes one 9 inch pie.  Refrigerate any leftovers.

Live a life as a monument to your soul.  Ayn Rand

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Knitting

The one where my cold


has finally starting packing up and leaving.  The weekend was rough, but I did go to the doctor on Friday and got antibiotics and cough medicine, I feel much, much better.

I did manage to make a big pot of from scratch spaghetti sauce so even though I was puny, neither Mr. Iknead or I went hungry.  Honestly, I think we could eat just out of our pantry for a few weeks if we ever needed to.  Chances are we wouldn’t always be eating what we wanted to eat, but going hungry is not something we need to be concerned about.  Every week I tell myself that I’m going get the pantry back in order, but every week, something much more fun comes along and that project is abandoned without a backward glance.

I found a picture today of what Mr. Iknead swears is the best pecan pie ever, so I decided to share it

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Mr. Iknead’s Best Pecan Pie

3 eggs

1 cup sugar

1/2 tsp. salt

1 cup light corn syrup

1/4 cup butter, melted

1 tsp. vanilla

1 cup pecan halves

1 unbaked pie crust

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.

Beat eggs slightly in mixing bowl.  Blend in sugar, salt, corn syrup, butter and vanilla.
Add pecans.  Pour into pastry shell.  Bake 45 to 50 minutes or until knife inserted in the filling comes out clean.  Makes one 9 inch pie.  Refrigerate any leftovers.

Live a life as a monument to your soul.  Ayn Rand

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Knitting

The one with the current WIP Wednesday


project post, Farrow Rib Socks, designed by Nicole Okun.  I’m actually a little further along than the photo shows.  I’m on the instep decreases, on the home stretch to the toe.  These are for Mr. Iknead, who likes to wear woolly house socks during the colder months.  These are replacing the Jaywalkers he’s finally worn out.

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Happy WIP Wednesday!

The man who trims himself to suit everybody will soon whittle himself away.  Charles Schwab

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The one where the threatened


cold from Sunday has definitely moved in and set up shop.  I can’t remember the last time I even had a cold.  A couple of years ago at least.  This is not because I am a fanatic about handwashing and what have you, I think just have a really, really stubborn, healthy immune system.  But today, I’m an unhappy camper with a scratchy throat, runny nose and lots of sneezing and coughing.  Yuck.  Here’s the suspected carrier –

  IMG_0367It’s impossible to turn down Susannah kisses, so I took a chance.  Totally worth it!  Now I have a date with Dimetapp and a box of tissues, but again, totally worth it.

Millions saw the apple fall, but Newton was the one who asked why.  Bernard Baruch

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Knitting

The one where the Bunny Booties


are finally completed and turned out to be the sweetest things ever, a huge hit at Katie’s baby shower.  Lots of squees and oohs, Katie made sure that everyone knew that I had knitted them.  Believe it or not, I was able to keep them a secret, so they were a complete surprise.  See?

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More exciting news – The Papoose is going to be a big sister!  Yep, that’s right, next Christmas, there will be THREE, count ’em, THREE babies to spoil!  Susannah, not yet born, Harper and just got started Baby Vaughan.  My needles will be smoking, I see a lot of baby knits in  my future.

I finished my current book this afternoon, The Long Journey Home, by Margaret Robison.  I thought a lot of the content was familiar, characters and such; come to find out, one of her sons is Augusten Burroughs, author of Running with Scissors, which I read a couple of years ago and enjoyed.  I thought they had similar styles, which would make sense, being mother and son.

Work tomorrow, I think I’m coming down with a cold, have a scratchy throat, stuffy nose and just generally feeling washed out, I hope I feel better tomorrow.

One’s own thought is one’s world.  What a person things is what he becomes.  Maitri Upanishhads

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Knitting

The one where I’m becoming infatuated


with Pinterest.  I finally got my invite last Friday, so I spent time over the weekend just getting familiar with the site, learning how to navigate around and looking at different projects and ideas.  I see a lot of Pinterest in my future.

Here’s one of my WIPs for today – the Debbie Bliss Bunny Booties.  This time around it’s been a lot easier, there’s something to be said for practice.  All told, I’ve probably knitted six booties all together, two practice, two finished but permanently maimed in a nasty scissor encounter and finally, the new, nearly completed pair.  Hopefully by tomorrow evening they’ll have their ears, faces and pompom tails.  Keeping my fingers crossed.

Here’s a peek –

Cutest things I’ve seen in a while, without a doubt.  I’m sure they’ll be a hit at the baby shower Saturday.  Can’t wait to see them on baby Harper’s feet!

The Papoose and family will be here tomorrow evening.  One more thing to look forward to.  It seems like a long time between visits, about a month, I need some Susannah love.

Life is good.

There are flowers everywhere, for those who bother to look.  Henry Matisse

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