projects get posted, the En Point sweater from Interweave Knits and Swirl Socks in Araucania Yarns, Ranco Multy. I’ve not knitted near as much I wanted to this weekend, but that’s pretty typical for me. My reach far exceeds my grasp and so much yarn, so little time and all that. Here’s a peek at both of them –
along with a Papoose pic
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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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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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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when she looks at her blog site stats and sees that she’s had 60 readers today. To a greenhorn blogger like me, that’s huge! Thanks everyone, whoever you are, I’m starting to feel like a real blogger.
Today, the main story here in Arkansas has been the weather. We had some really strong storms move through late this afternoon and were under a tornado warning for a couple of hours. When someone mentions tornados here in Arkansas, everyone sits up and takes notice, almost as many as when snow/ice/wintry weather is predicted, without the mad rush for groceries. We did have some high winds here in central Arkansas but as far as I know, no major tornado touchdowns or damage.
Celebration sock update:
and up close and personal
It’s starting to grow on me.
Just because something doesn’t do what you planned it to do doesn’t mean it’s useless. Thomas A. Edison (1847-1931)
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to continue on with the Celebration socks in hopes that they will grow on me. I started another Molly scarf to sort of cushion the blow of forging ahead with the socks. Here’s a quick peek
A closer look
and (drum roll please), I have a ball band!!! Here’s the vital statistics: Cascade 220, color #7804, 100% Highland wool.
I am extraordinarily patient, provided I get my own way in the end. Margaret Thatcher (1925- )
if she’s really feeling the love with the Celebration Socks. The pattern is a definite go, the yarn, not so much. I like the colors, just not all together. I did manage to get a picture outside today; take a look –
I know, I have challenges with getting my balls even. ; )
I’m an experienced woman; I’ve been around…well, alright, I might not’ve been around, but I’ve been…nearby. Mary Tyler Moore (1936- )
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abundance of projects on the needles. The Omega Sinfonia has been reborn as Elisa’s Nest Tote. It’s a free pattern from purlsoho.com that I found on Ravelry. Nice, open lace pattern. See –
I started Wilma Becker’s Celebration Toe Up Socks last night with some ancient sock yarn I ran across when cruising my stash. I’ll post a picture tomorrow while it’s sunny, artificial light really doesn’t do it justice. Dark blue, purple and orchid (I guess that’s what you’d call it). Putting it on the to do list right now.
I baked a pan of Hello Dollies on a whim this afternoon. I had high hopes that I might get a pic before Mr. Iknead helped himself. Fail. It happened while I was fetching the camera. Sigh. Here’s the not so perfect product
It’s never too late to be who you might have been. George Eliot (1819-1880)
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