Somehow this morning my skirt (which happens to be my current favorite) got hung up in one of the wheels on my chair.  I had to just yank it out, but fortunately, it didn’t rip.  What did happen is that it has grease or something on it.  Pray that it will come out with a little elbow grease and stain remover this evening as soon as I get home.  Arghhhhhhh!


I finally finished my treadmill book, The Last Romanov, yesterday.  Enjoyed it for what it was – fiction not even trying to pass for nonfiction.  Now I’m shopping for another treadmill book, maybe Nicholas and Alexandra, in keeping with my current Russia/Romanov obsession.  I read this a long, long time ago, when books were always made of paper and if not bought, were checked out of the library, with a signature and stamped date so you’d know when it return it.  The olden days I suppose.  Nicholas and Alexandra it is.


The Dropsy scarf has undergone a few changes, I added a few more stitches to widen it and am much happier with the way it looks.  I took this pic this a.m. in natural light and the color is much truer than last weeks photo.


Still on babywatch at the Papoose’s house.  Unless Bigmama goes into labor before hand, this time next Wednesday, we should have a  brand new grand to show off.   Bigmama’s WIP will become a FO!  (sorry, a little knitting humor there).

Knowledge can be conveyed, but not wisdom.  It can be found, it can be lived, it is possible to be carried by it, miracles can be performed with it, but it cannot be expressed in words and taught.  Herman Hesse




Look what I got!


Ok, a couple of months ago I decided, out of the blue one afternoon, that I desperately needed a tattoo.  Never had one, don’t know where the idea came from, but it was a must-do and the quicker the better.  I suppose I’ve always been adventurous, I’ve had a couple of piercings and such, but never a tat.  So, I started researching and looking at different designs on the internet, soft of fell in love with a couple, but really never hard enough that I wanted to wear from here on out.  Then, I found a design of a ball of yarn with knitting needles and totally, madly fell in love with it.  After settling on the design and color, all I had to do was nerve myself up and get inked.  This part only took about three weeks, but Friday was the perfect day (don’t know what made it perfect) to get a first tat so I marched myself to my local tattoo parlor, consulted with a (now my) artist, ponied up the money and am now the proud wearer of a beautiful tat that I’m totally in love with.  Unveilling……drum roll please…..

I love the color violet so it was a must.  I did a little research also on different colors and what they represented.  One thing I learned was the people who are drawn to violet tend to be creative, sensitive and serene.  Plus I just think it’s a pretty color.  Here’s where I put in a shameless plug for 7th Street Tattoo and Salon.  Awesome shop, made me, a 55 year old grandma feel welcome and comfortable.  I enjoyed the whole experience.  I think their website is  A guy I work with said I was finally showing off my badass self with a knitting tattoo.  Anyway, I love it and am already planning my second one.


Bigmama is still gestating and running after a 2 year old, so she’s pretty much resting during the Papoose’s nap time.  I was very surprised by her reaction to the tat, she right away said she loved it and thought it was totally “me”.

So that was my weekend.  Am planning my second one already, maybe somethin on my foot, but it will be a while before it actually happens.

So that’s what I did on my weekend.  I’d love to hear what others did on their weekends.

The invariable mark of wisdom is to see the miraculous in the common.  Ralph Waldo Emerson