Monday, March 13, 2006

I hate this picture, but I wanted to demonstrate two things: a) what the flag kercheif looks like when worn (by someone with an off-centered widow's peak) and b) what lengths I have to go to for any sembelance of peace and quiet. Yes, folks, that's me, working in the bathroom. I have a drawer pulled out with the laptop resting on it and I'm sitting (fully clothed) on the potty, typing away. (When I don't have the camera in my hand, mind you). The one lock that isn't broken the Adult Wing of the house is in the master bath. Mind you, I'm not in there with a toddler out roaming around my home, Larry's out there somewhere too. He's locked out as well. (I now understand why women go a little homicidal when their husbands retire. GO aWAy, already! I want to shout, "Quit trying to better yourself through education and go get a JOB at Burger King! Just GO AWAY!!!")

I'm not going to lie to you--I had hoped to have some patterns posted this week, but Tucie has come down with the stomach flu. I don't see it happening, but I'll try. Poor thing--she was awake most of the night and I actually caught her sleeping sitting up in the recliner. Aslan, thank goodness, isn't affected. Poor kid. Spring break and all...

More later...

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Here's another project from Long Ago that I hope to be posting later this week or early next. Mittens, scarf, and hat. I love the hat because I made built-in earmuffs that work great. Aslan now wears this hat in a pinch when I can't find anything else that will stay on his head. This is actually made out of *gasp* Wal-Mart yarn, Caron, and Starz. I forget who makes Starz, but it's a staple when you have a little girl. I love the stuff. Posted by Picasa

Thursday, March 02, 2006



What insanity, you ask, grabbed me to make this, er, cheerfully colored steering wheel cover? I dunno. Just got tired of the steering wheel I had. Okay? You got a problem with that??? This pattern is going to be posted on Knitterhead.com by the end of the week. Felted, Brown Sheep Lamb's Pride Bulky, and easy schneezy to make. A fabulous project to use up all those odds and ends you have lying around. (Or is it laying?)

Either way, ignore my husband's thoughts on my happy steering wheel cover. He said it looked... gay.

Uh, okay. Shut up and drive.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

Here is a post looooong overdue--Tucie's shawl.

I have to admit, it did not knit up like I had hoped--I followed a Bernat pattern for the two-rectangular shawl on my ISM and it came out too short. However, I was too frustrated with the yarn to re-knit it. It is alternated Turkish wool (worsted) and mohair and it would break like nobody's business--right in the middle of a pass. I knew it wouldn't make another pass without completely freying (is that a Fraudian slip?) so I let it stand, and I must say, it came out rather well. I am very pleased with it.

The shiny stuff is Bernat Disco and I have a warning--if you buy Bernat Disco at a local discount store, make sure you get the ones in the back. The employees of a certain discount store--instead of winding the ball they will trim it with sissors. As a result, the foremost skiens become alarmingly short. I had to buy an extra ball of the blue to finish the last twelve inches--that's a big difference, considering the pink on the opposite side came out just right.

The dog is Sadie. She is our rescue. She actually came to live with us just after Aslan was born, staying with us two months. We thought she was the world's most charming stray ever. Unfortuneatly for us, the owner lived two doors over and had never bothered to look for his dog. He said that she ran away all the time. He refused the pleadings of my mother and I to pay for the dog. He said it kept his older dog company. Fast forward about fifteen months whereupon the dog came to our house numerous times only to have the owner show up the next day to fetch her. He finally tied her up in the backyard.

Fast forward twelve months. I tried not to think about her whenever I passed his house. He wouldn't let us see the dog (although he had promised otherwise) and something told me to go check on her. I asked the neighbor on the other side of him if she had seen the little dog and she said, "Oh, the dog died." I plotzed.

"Not the little dog," she said, "the older one--Memphis. It had died and was up against our fence for a week before we got ahold him. We were having family over and he said if we wanted it moved we'd have to do it."

So we checked on the little dog and sure enough, she was chained up--and starving. That afternoon, the dog showed up at our house. The nice neighbor told stinky man neighbor that she found the dog whining and loosed her. Houdini she is, she got out.

And that's what I'm sticking with. No, I didn't loose the dog, I didn't set foot in the yard.

I gave poor sweet Sadie (who he called P.I.T.A.) a bath and I couldn't stop weeping. Here was this poor dog who had so warmed and healed our hearts right after our beloved cocker Lady had died (when I was nine months pregnant with Aslan, no less) and she was so starved she was less than an inch wide at her waist. Half border collie half rat terrier, she was so weak that she couldn't even jump up on our bed. (Did you get the border collie = energy?)

She is fine now. She got out once and came back the next day with a P.I.T.A. collar on. She will not leave the yard now--not even if we leave the gate open. Dog knows a good thing when she sees it.

This has nothing to do with knitting (except unlike Chloe she will not chew my Brittany DPNs) except that the little dear loves to lie on the end of my recliner when I'm knitting. I just wanted to tell her story.

Has Stinky Neighbor Man showed his face? No. If he does, he may find himself stuck in the arse with more than a few broken Brittany DPN's. That is, if he doesn't loose conciousness when the piece of my mind hits him upside the head.

Thursday, February 23, 2006


Is my son trying to tell me something??? Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, January 31, 2006


More from the annals of "GOOD KNITTING INTENTIONS GONE HORRIBLY WRONG". Well, I suppose they can't have gone too wrong if they made a six-year-old happy... here is Goodwill Rainbow Haired African-American Disco Refugee Barbie with a Ballroom competition-style dress on. Doggone, that's horrid...

Saturday, January 21, 2006



Ever get that astounding, somewhat disconcerting, brain-jarring reminder of What A Terrible Knitter You Were When You Started? Here's my past, biting me in the butt. My daughter decided to author a book on Barbie Fashions, for the younger and uneducated little girls out there. She was planning on selling it, but decided after a little suggesting that donating it to the library would make for a much better deal. This is one of the pages. It's not so bad if you consider that I made it a couple of months into knitting. I was trying to learn how to make a raglan sweater and I thought, why not try it out on Barbie. Putting the chain-mail skirt with it was a stroke of fashion brilliance that I, personally, was not cabable of making.

Dude. That's some baaaaad knitting.