a WIP Wednesday haiku.
Why does the first sock
fly like a hawk on the wing
its mate like a snail?
Here’s my WIP for this week –
Still working on the Slippery Socks.
Even in the desolate wilderness, stars can still shine. Aoi Jiyuu Shiroi Nozomi
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The one where she takes one
more jump at the Dragonskin iTouch Cover. Easy to follow pattern, love the way it looks, I think I’m having a day-long brain fart. I keep getting distracted which is nothing new, some days it happen more often than others. I think it’s happening more now because I’ve got too many balls in the air and like always, a few get dropped.
I finished The Boy With the Cuckoo Clock Heart today. OK, I know I’m scattered now, it took about five tries before I got the spelling right on Cuckoo, that’s with the name of the book right in front of me. How many times do I need to spell it Cockoo before I figure out why it looks wrong? Sigh.
Here’s my finally successful start to the Dragonskin iTouch sock. Much, much better.
I do have a project ready for WIP Wednesday. Yay!
Tomorrow is often the busiest time of the year. Spanish proverb
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To Share Is Human
To Share Is Human
The one where her WIP Wednesday
project just makes it under the wire. Nearly finished first Slippery Sock. Here it is
Apparently my WIPW post last night went wonky and most of it vanished off the cyberface of the world, so this is a repost. Just when I was starting to get comfortable with the whole posting picture/editing thing. Dang.
Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards. Soren Kierkegaard (1813-1855)
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To Share Is Human
To Share Is Human
The one where the WIP Wednesday
is the Slippery Sock. One more row and I’ll start the gusset and heel flap. It’s not as slow going as I thought and I’m hoping to be ready to start the second sock sometime this weekend. It helps that it’s Memorial Day, that means an extra knitting day. Yay for holidays! The cables haven’t photographed well unfortunately but you can make them out.
Here it is
There are two cable patterns, so I got the bright idea to photograph and post both. Yeah, that kind of thinking is what gets me the big bucks. : 0) Here’s the other
As an aside, today was a much better day. We’ve all (Mr. Iknead, me and my dad) had some time to think about our situation and make some decisions about the future. I think all of us feel a little better about it now. It’s been a very difficult past few weeks, we’ve had a lot to figure out, but things are looking up. .
I passionately hate the idea of being with it, I think an artist has always to be out of step with his time. Orson Welles (1915-1985)
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To Share Is Human
To Share Is Human
The one where the results
Dad’s PET scan were not good. His cancer has pretty much replaced his left lung, very little airspace left, he has bone and liver metastasis. Radiation is out of the question, way too much lung involvement, too big and the type of cancer he has, squamous cell, doesn’t respond well to chemo. I don’t know what’s coming next, Dad’s a real fighter, a never say die kind of guy, but right now, the ball’s in his court, so to speak and we’re all very tired and overwhelmed.
My knitting has saved me the last few days; all I’ve wanted to do is hide out and work on my socks and play in my stash. Tomorrow is WIP Wednesday, will have to scare something up to share, but right now, I can’t think of a thing.
No picture tonight, just don’t have the heart.
Man’s mind, once stretched by a new idea, never regains its original dimensions. Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr. (1841-1935)
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To Share Is Human
To Share Is Human
The one where her self control
was tested, but she was able to hang on until it was officially WIP Wednesday. Here’s my WIP Wednesday project, Knitty’s Slippery Socks. I’m seriously in love with this yarn, surprisingly. I lean toward blues and violets, so loving this particular orange/red/yellow colorway is a departure for me. Could the knitting fairies be trying to tell me something? Maybe something along the line of “Girl, everything you knit is the same (almost) color, you seriously need to branch out!”
I shall tell you a great secret my friend. Do not wait for the last judgment, it takes place every day. Albert Camus (1913-1960)
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To Share Is Human
To Share Is Human
The one where she’s poised
to buy an absolutely gorgeous yarn bowl on Etsy. I’d never really thought about actually using one until I went on my winding binge a week or so ago and had yarn rolling all around the kitchen when it escaped the paper sack I had it in to prevent exactly what it insisted on doing, rolling all around the kitchen. So, I hit Etsy and went yarn bowl shopping. Here’s the result –
The Etsy shop is CommonThreadsinCraft and I have a feeling that a long and happy relationship is in the future. OK, a little self control here is needed; I need a minute to compose myself. There, much better.
I have a WIP that’s burning a hole in my knitting bag but I’m trying to hold off until the official WIP Wednesday. Must. Be. Strong.
A hunch is creativity trying to tell you something. Frank Capra (1897-1991)
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To Share Is Human
To Share Is Human
The one where she doesn’t care
how odd sock toes look when they’re just started. I need a WIP Wednesday project and this pair of toes is it. I’ve felt more than a little down today, thinking about what’s going on with my family, Mom and Dad specifically. It hit me suddenly at Target when I thought looking for a birthday card for the Papoose for her first birthday was a good idea. So, I was looking at cards and it suddenly dawned on me that Mr. Iknead and I were going to miss her first birthday party because my father was diagnosed last week with lung cancer, pretty advanced we’re told, and I have to make yet another trip to DeQueen to pick him up to bring back to Little Rock (this will be my fourth trip in a week and a half) for an appointment with a radiation oncologist. Put that on top of Mom’s dementia and her being in a nursing home, I suddenly felt piled upon and had to fight back tears, it’s so hard to have to make a choice between my grandchild and my father. And I’m fighting tears again. So, sock toes it is, with a little Josie Pug thrown in.
The difference between life and the movies is that a script has to make sense and life doesn’t. Joseph L. Mankiewicz (1909-1993)
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To Share Is Human
To Share Is Human
The one where she hopes
this is the last WIP Wednesday for the Coupling Socks. I might even go for a FO Friday, who knows?
If not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled. P.G. Wodehouse (1881-1975)
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To Share Is Human
To Share Is Human
Act II, The one where the weather
isn’t getting any better today. Another round, worse than yesterday’s, is predicted for this afternoon and evening. The radar is starting to get busy and I suppose I can put off grocery shopping one more day. DD posted a video of the flooding in her neighborhood in Fayetteville on Youtube. Here’s the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z7qHjL5AI1I.
As for knitting, I absolutely will have a WIP Wednesday post. In fact, I’m off to a “photo shoot” at this very moment. (yeah, right)
Love is everything it’s cracked up to be. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. Erica Jong
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To Share Is Human
To Share Is Human
The one where she’s a
little ahead of the game. I took pics last night to post since I’m going to be in a meeting from 9:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. and I wanted to post a WIP Wednesday.
The Brittany Jumper so far
and just in case anyone missed it, a little stitch detail
Freedom is one of the deepest and noblest aspirations of the human spirit. Ronald Reagan (1911-2004)
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To Share Is Human
To Share Is Human
The one where it’s WIP
Wednesday with a haiku thrown in. Here’s what it’s all about:
Yep, you got it, the En Point sweater. It’s been languishing these past few weeks, while my attention has been directed toward other things. I promise it every time I pass it over for something more exciting projects that it’s next in line, but…….
Sad WIP
Passed over again.
What does it have that I don’t?
Won’t you rescue me?
Children speak in the field what they hear in the house. Scottish Proverb
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