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The one where a time

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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

This is what I call her “get away with murder” smile; who can resist?
No one forgives with more grace and love than a child.  Real Live Preacher
 
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The one where Minnowknits

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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?

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Happy FO Friday!

In love, one and one are one.  Jean-Paul Sartre (1905-1980)

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The one where the Celebration

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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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The one where she officially

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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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The one where she casts

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on her newest project, Minnowknits Pinafore Dress.

I’m using Jil Eaton Cottontail, #7520, Aqua. 

I can see Susannah in it already.  Come on Spring.

On the subject of Spring, it’s hard to believe that about 48 hours ago, Little Rock was in the middle of a snowstorm, with temps in the 20s.  Today, when I left work, the sun was shining, birds were chirping and the temp was around 50F.  That’s Arkansas weather for you, if it doesn’t suit you, wait 30 minutes because it’s going to change. 

I think cupcakes are going to be the project this weekend, haven’t decided what kind, for some reason, cupcakes are ringing my bells tonight.  Maybe a nice yellow cake with strawberries incorporated some way.  Hmmm…

You cannot be mad at somebody who makes you laugh – it’s as simple as that.  (Jay Leno (1950 –    )

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The one where she loses

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her car keys, makes an apple pie and finds her keys all in the space of an afternoon.  The pie was a smashing success at the meeting tonight, with the plate pretty much scraped clean.  I knew I had misplaced my keys before I left for the meeting because I had to borrow Mr. Iknead’s to get there.  So, when I got home, I started searching, looked and looked and gave up for the night.  Mr. Iknead came home, asked if I’d found them, and then asked if I’d checked my coat pockets.  He checked and ta da!  There were the sought after keys.  One more reason I love him, finder of lost things.

These youngsters are my kids (minus one who couldn’t make the party), left to right Katie, our DIL, Number one son Jordan, married to Katie and Lindsey, Number one daughter, married to SIL, Clefton.  Blessings all.  The Papoose AKA Susannah was still in utero at time of this picture, I think.

Outings are so much more fun when we can savor them through the children’s eyes.  Lawana Blackwell

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The one where they’re still

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in Fayetteville with the Papoose and family.  Butter Brickle Cake got made today, it only took two trips to the store to get everything, but it did get made.

Still warm.

I taught Susannah to pattycake today.  Beauty and brains!

Mr. Iknead and Susannah.

We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.  Arthur O’Shaughnessy

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The one where she knows she must

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bake something today, even though Mr. Iknead and I are in Fayetteville visiting the Papoose (Susannah to the uninitiated).  This means I must make a trip to the grocery  store because Lindsey and Clefton (dear daughter and son in law) don’t bake, so I need to stock them up on flour, sugar, eggs, etc. etc. so I can make a cake. 

Since it’s FO Friday, I’m going to post the very, very first sock I ever made, Cookie A’s Monkey.  Don’t ask me how long it took me, I know it took me about a week to knit the cuff. I’m still proud of them; they say you always remember your first. ; )

 

My camera skills weren’t very impressive then, thankfully, they’ve gotten a little better, though not much.

When your work speaks for itself, don’t interrupt.  Henry J. Kaiser (1882-1967)

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The one where she really understands

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just how amazing people who have never seen each other in the flesh, have never heard each other’s voices and maybe having nothing in common except a shared love of fiber.  (I know it happens with other people  who share other things, but I have to stick to what I know.)  I’m talking about a post in May, 2010 on Ravelry that started with “I have a pregnancy test in my purse” and ended with the birth of a beautiful baby girl, Paloma, last week.  As the topic picked up steam, more and more Ravelers started following, reading and posting, becoming a huge cheerleading section, obsessively  checking in as D-day got closer and closer.  The outpouring of encouragement, excitement, advice and caring was so phenomenal, so affirmative, I get a lump in my throat just thinking about it.  Thanks Dori for sharing such a personal part of your life with us, thanks fellow Ravelers for again proving how caring we fiber folks are and thanks Rav for being giving us a place to share and care, you’re the best.

And here’s my photo for today – my beautiful granddaughter, Susannah.

Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself.  Jean Anouilh (1910-1987)
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A Snow Day

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This lovely lady is my granddaughter, Susannah, on her very first Christmas morning.  She is the apple of everyone’s eye and the center of attention where she happens to be.  Seven months old and perfect.  Christmas was the best in a long time, babies have their own magic I think.
Arkansas is digging out of a snowstorm that started yesterday right on schedule according to the TV weather people.  They predicted snow would start falling around 3 pm and dang, if it didn’t.  Here in Little Rock we got 6 inches more or less.  When it snows this much, everything in the city pretty much grinds to a halt.  The day before winter weather is predicted, everyone heads to the grocery store, whether they need to or not.   By the time the weather arrives, the store shelves, especially bread and junk food, are bare.  Crazy.  Things should be getting back to normal tomorrow.
I started a Scarf -in-a-Scarf kit on Saturday and thought everything was going swimmingly until I reread the instructions and realized that I was totally off the count with the pattern, like knitting twice as many rows as I should have.  The upshot is that I frogged the entire thing and started all over again.  Note to self, always read through the pattern and keep referring to it as you go.  Duh. 
Today’s deep thought:  Keep seeing the magic in life.
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