Knitting

The one where we finally get


some rain.  The weather has been so hot and dry, when I have to go outside, it feels like I’m in a giant skillet.  I haven’t decided on a new project yet, but one thing I know, wool will not be part of it.  Makes me sweat just to think about it. Yuck.  Or, it just came to me, I could use wool and just turn the thermostat down to ice age.  Now, how’s that for a rationalization?  This is a good time to revisit Snowmaggeden….

Remember last February?  Snow is so much more photogenic than dry crunchy grass, don’t you think?

Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes.  Art is knowing which ones to keep.  Scott Adams, American cartoonist and creator of “Dilbert”

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Knitting

The one where the long neglected


Quickset socks pass out of the realm of the wip and into the heaven of FO.  I wish I’d known how quickly they’d be finished, they probably wouldn’t have languished as long as they did.  No matter, I now have a new pair of beautiful, fit like a dream, socks.  As soon as I find the ball band, I’ll share yarn specifics.  Check these out!

 I give up.  Feeling optimistic, I launched an assault on my stash, no go.  The ball band has gone wherever ball bands go when it seems imperative that they be found and posted.   Somewhere, a ball band is laughing….

Back to the real world tomorrow, snowmaggeddon has come and gone and work awaits.

If you want to make peace, you don’t talk to your friends.  You talk to your enemies.  Moshe Dayan (1915-1981)

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Knitting

The one where the pressure


is off re: Snowmaggeddon.  It started snowing about 7 a.m. today and snowed hard for a solid ten hours.  Mr. Iknead measured it about 4 p.m. and according to his ruler, we had about seven inches.  Needless to say, life as we know it has come to a (temporary) skidding halt and will probably stay that way through tomorrow.  Here’s what happened at my house today:  I baked another Topsy Turvy Apple pie and have nearly finished the Quickset socks;  I decided to kill two birds with one stone with the photo today –

and made a pot of baked potato soup.  Very good on this cold, snowy day. 

I took these pictures looking out the front door about 10 a.m.  Amazing –

Hide not your talents, they for use were made.  What’s a sundial in the shade?  Benjamin Franklin (1706 – 1790).

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Knitting

The one where she’s


still obsessed with the weather.  Snowmageddon is scheduled to descend around 1 a.m. tomorrow.  Rats, all this means is that I’ll be up every hour on the hour to peek out the window and see what’s happening.  I’m thinking snow day tomorrow just on lack of sleep alone, with checking and all.  Patting myself on the back all afternoon for going to the store yesterday.  Yes!

OK, I’m ready, got yarn, got computer, got food.  Bring it on!

Reality continues to ruin my lift.  Bill Watterson (1958 –    )

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Knitting

The one where Snowmaggedon


is predicted.  OK, Arkansas has had more snow in the past two weeks than the years previous.  I get that compared to someplace like Minnesota, Maine, Canada, etc., we’ve not had even a drop in the bucket.  I get that, but, since this is Arkansas and all the weather guy has to say is maybe, possibly or, could but probably won’t, everyone and their dog decides that They Must Go To The Grocery Store Immediately, If Not Sooner and they don’t dare take a chance on running out of frozen pizza, ice cream, chips or any other junk food items even for a few hours.  So, it’s been forecast that “Snowmaggedon” will arrive sometime Tuesday, my grocery list has already been started and I’m debating whether to try to beat the crowd and go tonight after work or take a chance and wait until tomorrow.  Flip a coin.

I caved and went to the store after work.  Had to get butter, eggs, cream cheese, bacon, health food you know.  Now they’re predicting 8+ inches for us.  Wow.

I picked up a pair of socks that I tossed aside about six months ago when my head was turned by a cuter pattern and prettier yarn, but unearthed the sock project accidently.  The pattern is Quickset Socks by Megan Marshall and who knows about the yarn.  That wasn’t unearthed during my initial wip excavation.  If I find it, I’ll post it.  Here’s the stitch detail –

Machines take me by surprise with great frequency.  Alan Turing (1912 – 1954)

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