over the Celebration Socks. Here they are – my FO Friday offering
Up close
Here’s to stick-to-it-iv-ness.
Don’t you hate it when the shine is off your project but you’re too far along to frog?
Mistakes are the portals of discovery. James Joyce (1882-1941)
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Thursday evening and my work week is finished. I’m so looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow and then going to get my hair done in the afternoon. I’m in dire need of a cut and highlight and just some pampering.
I’m finishing the Celebration Socks tomorrow. I’m half way through the last pattern repeat and I am so ready to finish them and fall in love with a new pair. I’m pretty proud of my self just for persevering. This pair has been a challenge, I’ll say that.
More Susannah!
Humor is a rubber sword – it allows you to make a point without drawing blood. Mary Hirsch
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warp seems to have occurred, since I’m absolutely positive that it’s at least midnight and the my workday should be over, but my computer insists that is only 4:48 pm. Unfortunately, I must stay here at work another 45 minutes. I’m having yarn fantasies; Must.Hang.On. I can do it! 8:41 pm, I did it!
My WIP Wednesday offering – Celebration Socks
Here’s the latest Papoose pic
up to another vice – shoes. Any shoes, boots, sandals, pumps, running, flats, wedges, stilettos, strappy, oxfords, loafers, thongs; I love them all. I’m confessing this at this time because I received my latest acquisition last night, a pair of Chaco sandals, which I might add, are mindblowingly awesome and I can’t wait another minute to share
I’m told that admitting you have a problem is half the battle. : p There will be others posted, trust me.
Still plugging along on the Celebration Socks, heels turned and in the home stretch on the leg. They’ll be posted tomorrow for WIP Wednesday. I’m still not crazy about them, but I’m motivated to finish them, just so I can start yet another addition to my sock wardrobe. Any ideas?
The worst sin – perhaps the only sin – passion can commit, is to be joyless. Dorothy L. Sayers (1893-1957)
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a little because she was too lazy to blog yesterday. I know that if that’s the worst thing that’s happened in the last 48 hours, then I’ve got nothing really to bellyache about. Nothing, zero perspiration, no sweat, zip. I’m just way too compulsive about meeting arbitrary goals I set for myself. Sigh.
On the flip side, I did a ton (or maybe a few pounds) of baking today and so for your viewing pleasure, here they are:
German Chocolate Cake
Pecan Pies
and what I’m calling Ooh Babies, a tweaked Hello Dollies
with recipe to follow tomorrow. These received a two thumbs up from Mr. Iknead, by the way.
Minnowknit’s dress is blocking and I’m finally ready to cast on En Pointe sweater, but first, I’m taking a bath.
A crust eaten in peace is better than a banquet partaken in anxiety. Aesop (620 BC-560BC)
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Pinafore Dress is shown off and gloated over. All it needs now is blocking and Susannah wearing it. What do you think?
Happy FO Friday!
In love, one and one are one. Jean-Paul Sartre (1905-1980)
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socks are hanging in there. I pulled a few moves that Harry Houdini would have been proud of, got them back on the needles and in the right position. So, as of this moment, they’re moving forward again.
The Minnowknits Pinafore Dress is finished and is cute as cute can be. Photo will be posted tomorrow for FO Friday. So sweet and I can see Susannah wearing it already!
I have to work tomorrow and so the baking I’m usually doing on Friday has to be postponed a day, but I also have a committment to bake something for the Sunday meeting. It’s really a birthday meeting since yesterday was D’s birthday, my birthday is tomorrow and R’s birthday is Saturday. I’m thinking some sort of pie and some sort of cake.
Another Papoose picture –
Her face is saying “Who, me?”.
The idle mind knows not what it wants. Ennius
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loathes the Celebration Socks and the yarn they’re made of. Here’s the story: broke 1.5 Harmony circ somehow, overjoyed to find I have another one, knows without a doubt that it will be a cinch to get the socks onto the undamaged needle, no fuss, no muss, no dice. It seems that no matter how hard I try, I cannot get the stupid things on the new needle the way they need to be; they are either backward (with the working yarn not at the first stitch but the last stitch on the needle), one facing front, the other facing back and countless other screw ups that I just can’t describe. These socks are officially in time out, in a ziplock, behind a closed door, in another room. This is to keep me from totally frogging them and trashing the yarn just so I don’t have to look at them or think about them ever again. Can yarn be cursed? Deep breath, let it out slowly.
We had a wonderful visit with Susannah and her mom (who happens to be our daughter, Lindsey) the past few days, keeping them company while Daddy (who happens to be Lindsey’s DH and our son-in-law) is out of town. We’re back home in Little Rock now and I’m beginning to gear up for entering the real world again tomorrow.
Here’s a picture of the cursed socks. Don’t let their looks deceive you, these babies are evil.
Jeez.
The best measure of a man’s honesty isn’t his income tax return. It’s the zero adjust on his bathroom scale. Arthur C. Clarke (1917- )
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in horror when she notices that somehow, somewhere, her 1.5 Knitpicks Harmony got broken. Horrible tragedy, really –
Fortunately, I had a spare, so crisis averted. Whew!
Newest Papoose pic –
Now that is some serious cute.
Love is the reason for it all. Dorothy Fields
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that she decided at the last minute to just work a half day instead of a whole day, so we left Little Rock around 2:30 p.m., getting to Fayetteville about 5:30 p.m. Much better than leaving LR at 5:30 p.m. and getting to Fayetteville who knows when. Glad to be here, glad to see the kids.
Here’s a pic of Josie Pug, the Queen Bee, with her “We are not amused” face. No baking today, but worked on the Celebration Socks in the car, ready to turn the heel.
Cherish all your happy moments: they make a fine cushion for old age. Christopher Morley (1890-1957)
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off The Perfect Yarn for the En Pointe Pullover. Tomorrow I swatch!
Class Elite Yarns Silky Alpaca Lace, color #2405.
While I’m on the subject, here are two more views of En Pointe
I baked two loaves of sourdough today like I’d planned but since the past couple of loaves using my recipe seemed too salty, I cut the salt (actually I’d planned to cut it in half but forget to add it altogether) and evidently the salt cuts some of the sour out of the sourdough. Way, way sour, edible, but sour. Bet I don’t forget it next time.
When you do the common things in life in an uncommon way, you will command the attention of the world. George Washington Carver (1864-1943)
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for joy because her swift and ballwinder arrived today, which was a special sort of surprise because I ordered it from Knitpicks on Wednesday and didn’t expect it to come in for at least a week. I’ve already limbered it up and of course, like a good little blogger, made before and after pictures:
Very cool, I think.
Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life. Immanuel Kant (1724-1804)
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