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| Blogging Stuff... |
| 04.29.04 (5:43 pm) [edit] |
Good afternoon, folks. My understanding of how blogs got started, is that they were places where folks would list the interesting/confusing/wha t the hell? sites they'd come across for others to link to, along with their comments regarding them.
I think it's been split now, into two loose groups...some still blog that way and others, like myself, tend to have ego pages... and some are a nice mix of both. To that end... I'm going to try (and anyone who has an idea of me will know how futile me trying to be organized truly is...)so ... no promises, TRY... to blog comment one day a week.
Today's the day! (go figure)
First off, this post by Brian All I can say is to agree with a rather apt comment a friend made about this. What an interesting world, when a male has a better grasp on the concept of true feminism than some women. This isn't a new concept, what's new is that it's organized and actually called what it is. Anyone remember the concept of war brides? All the wonderful stories of how this couple or that couple met, and hours later, married, then began their life together after he came back from this or that conflict. These girls (and guys) aren't breaking any laws (that I'm aware of) and if it makes them feel they're doing something for the cause then why the hell not? Oh, and to that *girl* in Berkley.. um... no... never mind... that's just rude....
And then there's this little gem from Caplion This isn't a new idea... people have been exodusing from Canada to the US in search of greener pastures for years. I, as someone who isn't a rock star, or a doctor or an engineer or a comic, have to wonder if it's really worth it, to leave your roots, who you are and why you are, behind. I suppose to them it is...it's just not my personal solution. I've discussed this out with someone, so this post isn't as vitrolic as it might have been. But it remains, that as a Canadian, I'm saddened that this solution to something that yes, is pretty hopeless, is the *only* one. Canada could be a country to be proud of, but not if what makes us be *something* leaves by the droves. Canada is more than sea to shining sea...and I do believe there will come a time where that beautiful concept of a country spanning both coasts will be broken in small and bitter parts. That said, it's the people that are Canadian... not the country. We don't have equal representation. That's a fact I grew up with on the prairies, and while I was hardly into politics as a child, it's hard to do so and ignore how the feds in the east consistently gave and give the west the shaft. Oh sure, majority rules, but the minority suffers only so long in silence. And so suffers the majority in the long run...because as the west becomes more and more vocal and less and less willing to fork over the funds (check out the stats on provincial contributions and what Alberta gets back from the federal government...now there's an inequality), the east will have to carry its own load and all that does is break the back of what was once and could be again (yes it really could, I believe that with my heart), a great country. Perhaps not a world POWER but a world leader in many ways.
Then there's some stuff that's just wrong . Who the hell, sells a barony via eBAY? Yikes... And just be glad my buddy couldn't find the 747 spindle houses :lol:
There's also stuff that's just fun to know. This comes from my friend in South Africa. My thanks for the link. She also mentioned a bee guide that will lead the honey badger to the hive, and then feasts on the remains. The lore is that if you follow one and don't leave them any, they will lead you to a poisonous snake or some other dangerous place the next time.
And we can't have a predominately knitting oriented blog have a blog day without something knitting related. I'm sure it's a rule... so here you go. .
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| A few things... |
| 04.27.04 (2:46 pm) [edit] |
About knitting: The Peacock Feathers and Forest Path Shawl are both coming along well. I've made myself a knitting deal. I will work on a full chart of the Peacock Feathers (about 20-30 rows that get longer as we go) and then complete a tier on the Forest Path. This way neither gets neglected and working on the other is my reward for working on this one.
Yes, I know I'm making it sound like a chore, but it really isn't... it's just this way i will actually complete these in a timely fashion. Most every knitter I know has startitis. An interesting little mind game that manifests once you fully admit you are a process knitter. A new (to you) technique gets discussed on one of the lists (there are a ton, but my favourites are Shawlknitters, Knitlist and Knitting Canadians ...all currently available through YahooGroups ...worse luck :roll: ...so ok, not a yahoo fan :)) And you just HAVE TO TRY IT. Next thing you know, you've pulled out all your rubbermaid tubs of wool and yarn and gotten out your needle collection and the living room looks like an accident between a semi full of yarn and a craft shop and there you sit in the midst of it all, happily trying that new technique and you've just succumbed to startitis. It's that easy folks.
There's something truly magical in listening to the yarn whisper to you about what it wants to become. Does it want to be a cozy scarf to wrap around a dear friend's neck? Or would it rather be a hat to keep said friend's head warm. Or maybe it doesn't even want to go to that friend, because maybe it heard a rumour that they don't like knitted things (GASP). After the yarn whispers for a while, you get to fondling it, and petting it and get cozy with it..and then it's time for bed and you haven't started anything, but oh, in your mind, you've knit the most wonderous things. ;)
So that's why I usually have at least 3 or 4 current projects on the needles and any given number of stalled or aborted ones in bags.
At the moment: Forest Path Shawl, Peacock Feathers, Seamans' Scarf #1. Those are my three active projects.
The ones just sitting around waiting for me to get interested again that I KNOW I will actually finish include a doubleknit blanket, a crocheted afghan for my son extra long so he can tuck his feet in, a pair of sox for me, that I did rip back to the toe and will probably reknit in something like the waffle pattern.
The ones that will never be finished... a cardigan for me in a brown/taupe/cream mix boucle ... I sitll like it, but the wool needs to be shawl not a cardigan.
Oh by the way, I finished the Irish Diamond Shawl. I need to get a picture taken of it... next blog entry (maybe) will be knitting pictures...can you hardlyl wait?
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| And life goes on...or maybe it doesn't... not just yet. |
| 04.27.04 (1:25 pm) [edit] |
It wasn't an intentional moratorium on blogging...but I have to say I felt little desire to type out what I was feeling.
Keys is missing Bop dreadfully, as are we all. She was buried with the appropriate pomp and circumstance that a pet of her standing deserves. A rose between her paws, a libation poured with her and a cozy hand made blanket wrapped about her.
Keys is starting to fail, had a small *episode* (a stroke perhaps) on Saturday past, and his hind paw is dragging just a little. His appetite isn't great and his general demeanour is of one who has lost their best friend, which he has. He dives in his kennel (the one they would dogpile in) every night and I see the hope in his eyes that she'll return and my heart breaks.
We often speak about a *good dog*. Of the love and loyalty that they give their owners, sometimes even laying down their lives for them. Everyone cries, inside or outwardly when a Police Dog takes one for his partner. I'm haunted by the Cops episode I once saw where the human partner had to be restrained by his fellow officers from running to his partner's body while the perp was still hiding in the bushes with a gun. Hope they swatted that jackass around a few times on the way to the station. GRRRR.
But we (well I anyways, perhaps there's deeper thinkers than I out there), forget about the loyalty between two animals, the companionship. Keys and Bop would always lie together on the couch, sometimes nose to tail and some times beside each other, and Keys would often drape his paw over his lady. He hasn't gotten up on the couch since she went. He now lies in her spot by the foot my bed, when he's not right under my feet. He misses her, it's in his movements, his eyes and the way he won't cuddle with anyone but me.
He chased the car, something he has never done, gone after the car when it left, it was like he knew... and when I came back he whined and scratched at the car door, wanting his lady. Again not his usual actions. So now I find myself watching him... gauging each slower movement, watching how his tail seldom wags his butt the way it used. And I wonder how long it will be before another ceremony is held in our back garden...and what blanket will he be wrapped in when we lay beside his lady.
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| BeBop has gone to the Bridge |
| 04.20.04 (11:16 pm) [edit] |
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NuByu's BeBoppin' At The Hop
April 12th, 1991 - April 20, 2004
More than just a dog...she was our friend...
Play well at the Bridge, Bopperdog...
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| A testing we will go... |
| 04.19.04 (7:47 pm) [edit] |
I have to admit that while I like a good IQ test and have even (SH!) enjoyed the odd *serious* test, the crew at quizzilla comes up with some doozies. :) For instance... your Alchoroscope:
Libra Style:
'im jusht a social drinker' slurs Libra, 'its jusht
that im so damn social?' Libra loves nothing
more than to party, mingle and relate to
everyone. whether dipped in favor of good Libra
(with insta-friend device set to 'on') or
heavier on the evil Libra side (they are like
little instigators when they're bored), the
scales can really work a room. charming as they
are. Libras are notoriously lacking in
self-control, however, which can get them into
all sorts of trouble -- including wearing their
wobbly boots waaay too early in the evining,
flirting with their best friends beau or even
blacking out the nights events entirely. oops
Alcohoroscopes MRK 2- the stars and your drinking style
brought to you by Quizilla
While you're there, have a look at some of the *chick* ones ;) like What Kind of Girlfriend Are You? I, of course, am the perfect girlfriend... *eyes you* I kid you not... that's what the test results said.
And for the not so faint of heart How Would You Murder?
I'll spare you the results on this one for me ;).
Guess, you'll just have to wonder....
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| A Girl's gotta start somewhere.... |
| 04.17.04 (2:01 pm) [edit] |
Another new (to me) blog addition to my open reading list. And, yes, again shamelessly lifted from CapLion's site. (There's dozens!)
it comes in pints?
In response to her A Game post
Nearest book: Electronic Fundamentals (and yes it's mine...what the heck do you mean by that question?)
Page 23, Fifth Sentence:
20. Express each of the following as a quantity have a metric prefix:
So here's the game.
1. Pick up the nearest book (no searching for JUST THE RIGHT BOOK.)
2. Turn to Page 23.
3. Post the 5th sentence on your blog, along with these instructions.
Please (view/add) a comment with your blog url.
Credit to Emily as that's where I found this. And you can trace back from her if that's what you like to do.
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| Warned you...but you kept reading... |
| 04.16.04 (1:52 am) [edit] |
Why does a person take tests late at night... aren't tests supposed to be intense, and cause dry mouths and sweaty palms?
Well not if you're me. I love taking tests; always have. I have never been intimidated by a test... er...well maybe a driving test but it was a 66 passenger bus... but I passed anyways. :)
If you think I like taking them because I always pass, nope, you're wrong. I've failed a test or four along the way...didn't dampen my enthusiasm. Didn't do much for my ego but didn't make me hate tests or dislike them.
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| A couple of quick updates and a new link ;) |
| 04.15.04 (11:06 pm) [edit] |
Update #1: BeBop is still with us. She seems to be rallying a little, at the very least holding her own. Bad weather today and she siezed up outside and had to be carried in but after a few minutes in front of the fire (we don't think how that feels do we... warm cozy kennel, to straight outside in the *gasp* snow... ) and she was up and around again.
Yay! Seriously not ready for this passing...
Update #2: On the knitting front....
FPS: still on tier 6, one block left to go. I'm liking this one, just had it tucked in the back of my desk under the shelf for the monitor and it's been out of sight out of mind. :)
Peacock Feathers: row 90 after some confusion on row 87 (tink'd back twice before double checking the instructions) :oops: and finding out that yes, that row does have 94 stitches per side, rather than the 87 I was expecting... *sighs*
Seaman's lion scarf #1: figuring out the size of the stockinette medallion... tink'ing back a bit here and there to adjust it. But otherwise going very well... did I mention how much I love to knit with the Jaggerspun? :) I sure hope the guys find these scarves as comfy to wear as I am to knit them.
Socks pour moi: think they're going in the frog pond. Just don't like the ribbing I did on the foot. The yarn is variegated but looks nice in the sockribsock pattern
Been sneaking over to Caplion and linking to various blogs from there.
:roll:
Guess it's time to link up to the ones I'm reading regularly. For tonight: Brian Tiemann's Peeve Farm ... gotta love the tag line, "Breeding peeves for show, not just for pets."
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| Yes, it is an obsession, why do you ask? |
| 04.13.04 (2:13 am) [edit] |
There's an *original* version... so you know, I just had to...
I Am A: Chaotic Good Half-Elf Mage
Chaotic Good characters are independent types with a strong belief in the value of goodness. They have little use for governments and other forces of order, and will generally do their own things, without heed to such groups.
Half-Elves are a cross between a human and an elf. They are smaller, like their elven ancestors, but have a much shorter lifespan. They are sometimes looked down upon as half-breeds, but this is rare. They have both the curious drive of humans and the patience of elves.
Mages harness the magical energies for their own use. Spells, spell books, and long hours in the library are their loves. While often not physically strong, their mental talents can make up for this.
Find out What D&D Character Are You?, courtesy of NeppyMan!
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| Time for some fun :) |
| 04.13.04 (2:01 am) [edit] |
Well, that, and I'm unable to sleep. So I'm taking tests... don't worry, there'll be a blog entry coming explaining that little abnormality later... in the meantime, here's what d&d character I am:
I Am A: Neutral Good Elf Ranger Mage
Alignment:
Neutral Good characters believe in the power of good above all else. They will work to make the world a better place, and will do whatever is necessary to bring that about, whether it goes for or against whatever is considered 'normal'.
Race:
Elves are the eldest of all races, although they are generally a bit smaller than humans. They are generally well-cultured, artistic, easy-going, and because of their long lives, unconcerned with day-to-day activities that other races frequently concern themselves with. Elves are, effectively, immortal, although they can be killed. After a thousand years or so, they simply pass on to the next plane of existance.
Primary Class:
Rangers are the defenders of nature and the elements. They are in tune with the Earth, and work to keep it safe and healthy.
Secondary Class:
Mages harness the magical energies for their own use. Spells, spell books, and long hours in the library are their loves. While often not physically strong, their mental talents can make up for this.
Deity:
Mielikki is the Neutral Good goddess of the forest and autumn. She is also known as the Lady of the Forest, and is the Patron of Rangers. Her followers are devoted to nature, and believe in the positive and outreaching elements of it. They use light armor, and a variety of weapons suitable for hunting, which they are quite skilled at. Mielikki's symbol is a unicorn head.
Find out What D&D Character Are You?, courtesy of NeppyMan (e-mail)
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| She made it! |
| 04.12.04 (11:41 pm) [edit] |
Now, of course, unless you know me, you have no idea what that means. :)
Mostly it means that BeBop is officially 13 years old. This weekend was a hard one for her, and us She's diabetic and very thin... now anyone that knows boxers, will know that having one that's gotta put on weight is an oddity ;). On saturday, her back legs gave out on her. My son was very upset. He doesn't remember a time without a boxer or two around. (Even if he was a bit scared of them at first.) She's had a small stroke and her balance isn't great. And she needs assistance up the stairs to the house, but she's still our dog :) ear perking at certain -treat- words and still being the best of dogs.
I used to belong to a mailing list for boxers and their owners, where the dogs do the chatting and us humans supply the typing skills and internet access...darned spoiled dogs, there she is known as Lady BeBop of the Rug Before the Fire...and Keys is Sir Keys of the Couch. When someone's darling companion passes on we (er the dogs) all howl. I will forward a post to a friend still on the list when she passes, and the howls will happen. This gives me comfort. It may be stupid as all get out to some, but to me... there's a comfort in knowing that other people, who love their dogs as I do mine, will understand my grief and give it voice, even if only by typing the word howl into an email and sending it.
We're prepared around here...after all, we keep telling each other, the life expectancy for a boxer is around 11, and both of them are well past it. So yes, we're prepared. Ready? Not so much. Each pet (of standing) has been buried with their blanket... over the years, Bop's had many... but we chose a special one for her. The other day, when things looked particularly bleak and ds had carried her into the house after she collapsed in the yard, he laid her gently in the old armchair she favours. On the chair were a couple of small afghans. At some time in the past, ds and dd#2 and I had started on an afghan of little crocheted motifs, in bright neon colours on a black background. We didn't get very far...and it was set aside. This will be the blankie that Bop is buried with. Something that three of us had a hand in, something that the littles have wrapped around her or a doll or themselves... This will give us comfort.
Each day, we all watch her carefully, noting that she's a little less or more steady today to each other. We nod to each other, noting that she ate a little bit more today, and she's been drinking more water. And each of us knows, that one morning soon, one of us will call to them all to go out to do their business and one less will trample over everything on their way to the door.
As the poem says, the best place to bury a dog, is in your heart... and memories... and BeBop certainly has established her place, in ours. She always was ahead of the game on things :)
(NB: As this time draws nearer I find myself seeking some sense of comfort.. If anyone knows the poem I'm referring to, I'd love to acquire a copy... please leave me a note, in the comments, if you know where I might get one.)
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| Dog Days |
| 04.08.04 (10:26 pm) [edit] |
First we have BeBop aka truckdawg, aka NuByu's BeBoppin' At the Hop.
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BeBop will be 13 on April 12, 2004. She's been an excellent dog. She's a dark brindle boxer, uncropped but docked with a nice bit of left side flash.
She's shown here sitting in the driver's seat of a Kenworth, at about age 6. She's been a truckdawg all her life, willingly climbing into any semi she's been invited into and some she hasn't *grin*
Shortly before this picture was taken she was running with my hubby and was as usual curled up in the passenger seat. Suddenly she was up and barking, climbing into his lap as he drove down the road and barking furiously at his window. Glancing in his rearview mirror he noted that he had a red hot brake pot that was smoking. Getting pulled over he was able to avert a full blown fire, but only because of her warning. This was the one and only time she ever got in his way driving. Needless to say, the dog ate steak for dindin that night.
As a young dog she was shown, and then as a Jr Handling Dog, but as she got older it became apparent that she wasn't having such a good time in the ring. She knew we loved her regardless. But in the JR Handling she always did her best, no matter which kid was at the end of the lead.
Next we have Keys, aka goofball doggie, aka Bogie's Key Largo II NuByu.
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Keyser dog, turned 12 on April 3rd, 2004. He's got more than one lumpybumpy on his body and his face is practically all gray now. But when I look at him, I see this picture. This is him at about age 5, standing on the beach on Vancouver Island. All that's missing is an empty 2L pop bottle in his mouth. He grips them with his teeth on the neck and will walk up to you and swing his head to whap you with it, so you'll try to get it from him. He seemed to be getting very old this winter, but now *hisboy* is back at home and he's like a pup again. It's sort of sad now, when son was younger they would run and play till he was flaked out on the grass and Keys would come lie beside him till he was rested and then off they'd go again. Now it's Keys that finds the patch of grass and 17 yo son waits patiently for him to catch his breath.
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| *fiddles with the antenna*, do we have picture yet? |
| 04.08.04 (1:38 am) [edit] |
This is the beginning few inches of the seamans' scarf #1. The yarn is Jaggerspun Zephyr, in Bottle Green. The stitch is called syncopated brioche and I'm using a 4.00 mm circ. Boye to be exact 8)
Not much of a post tonight folks :) just your quiet type evening having my political viewpoints rearranged by a friend.
:)
I'm relatively sure his hippy remarks were in jest; *GRIN*... because I know my stuffed shirt ones were *GRIN*. Now I didn't actually call him that and technically he didn't call me a hippy. We even agreed at times that the other had a valid take on the question even thought I was wrong :o
Now lest you think my friend is a bully, he's not. He's quite a nice guy really. We just tend to be on opposing sides of the fence on more than one topic. And even on the ones we agree upon our reasoning is rather different. But it doesn't adversely affect our friendship. I still like his company, he still likes mine...and now and again we exercise our opinions on each other. Rather like a blog that talks back.
G'night gracie...
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| Ready? Set? RANT! |
| 04.06.04 (11:06 pm) [edit] |
Fair warning folks, my rant today is harsh...even I think so... but I really feel this way about suicide...
Am I the only person in the world that doesn't think today was an especially sad day for music lovers everywhere?
Let's examine the facts. Ok, he was a performer/singer/songwrit er =I think= (and for those that don't know, and I'm willing to be a LOT more don't than do, I'm referring to Kurt Cobain, who committed suicide 10 years ago today), for a band called Nirvana. I, honestly, don't know if I ever heard him sing so can offer little on his style, ability or even the type of music. All of which is notwithstanding to things as I see them.
A human being, folks, who decided, for whatever reason (which truly only he knows) to off himself. Not to face up to what was wrong, or get help to get through it and be a parent or a husband. Or a friend or a son or a brother or a business partner... Now I truly don't know if he wore any of those hats. I'm under the impression that there is a daughter. So he offs himself, up and quits (and please spare me the he had demons bull...don't we all?) and a little girl spends the rest of her life wondering about why her dad, who should have been there for her first prom date, her wedding, her first child of her own (not to mention the day to day stuff of fathers and daughters) wondering why she wasn't important enough to stick around for.
Suicide is selfish. It's cruel and it's cowardly. I'm sorry that all the people I know and have heard of who did do this, have had problems, and anguish and blows that felled them to their knees in their lives... but you know what? So have I. My mom died when I was 16. That hurt. I had a fiance break up with me...that hurt too. I had a friend in highschool commit suicide... you better believe that hurt... I shared a plate of french fries with him only hours before... and we laughed and joked and everything was *normal*... only...it wasn't. :( But I'm still here. I have days when I don't want to get out of bed. When I won't even brush my teeth or look in the mirror because I don't want to face myself. But I'm still here.
So mr songman has problems and kills himself. And the public declares it a day of mourning? BAH. My local paper sends a columnist down to where he did it to file reports from the scene, 10 years later? DOUBLE BAH. If his fans want to say how sad...sure go ahead. If they want to mourn his passing, by all means...but let's keep the facts straight. I still think of my friend from highschool and feel sad. But mostly I'm still angry at him. Angry at him for quitting... angry at him for not knowing better, for not knowing that I would have listened....and so would all the rest of our group that he left wondering what we could have done....why we didn't see; angry at him for leaving us all behind to wonder why. I remember showing up for band the day after, and finding my band instructor crying in the seats of the auditorium... this was a guy that was our chum.. he was OUR teacher... he was blaming himself for not seeing the signs. To sit there, at 15 years old and have an authority figure cry on my shoulder and tell me that he should have seen the signs, that he took courses in university to be able to do so... that has an effect, folks, let me tell you.
Now if this all sounds incredibly selfish to you... well so be it. But suicide sucks. Don't think I haven't considered the option. I have. So have lots of people... the winners are the ones that consider it, reject it and get on with things... or maybe they don't even get on with stuff, but they don't QUIT.
And no matter how you tell it, making a hero out of someone who does it, really sucks.
:(
Tomorrow is another day.
For me.
And for all the other survivors in this world.
Wonder when we get to be heroes?
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| bah humbug and who cares... |
| 04.06.04 (12:37 am) [edit] |
I got nothing.
:(
I'm just in one of those I couldn't care less about pretty much anything moods.
On the knitting front: I've not done a lot of actual knitting but I did get the plans, note plans, not charts, for one of the seamans' scarves done. And I did cast on (a couple of times till I figured out my gauge). Now I have about 6 inches done in a syncopated brioche stitch. Every 6 rows you switch the pattern from k to p or p to k. This is working nicely with the Jaggerspun, as the different texture reflects the light differently. I'm glad I went for the 4.00 mm needles. The result is horizontal stripes of lighter and darker...the fabric is textured and somewhat 3D. I hope that there's enough weight to the scarf for it to drape nicely. I guess we'll see. I may need to do a row of crochet edging around to neaten up the edges, I'm only using 1 selvedge stitch, should probably have used 2 in a seed pattern to make it neater. (next one GRIN) My original plan was to work 3 sections, one in the brioche, one with a medallion area for an initial and then third in the brioche again, work 3 rows of stockinette; switch to the 4x2 ribbing for 8 inches and then work a row of stockinette, then knit up the other end of the scarf and graft together. I'm not sure if I need to do that with this... just start with whatever I end with for a knit or a purl section I think. I'll try to get it blocked a bit and scan it. Look for it sometime this week.
I've done a grand total of one section on the Forest Path Shawl. Woooo.... hooo. :?
On the Peacock Feathers Shawl, I'm in the middle of Row 73. Wait, did she say the middle, why yes, yes I did. :) Now wait just a guldarned minute, this is lace knitting, how dare you set it down in the middle of a row? Easy, this pattern is so sweet... on each row, you start at the right end of the chart and work to the left end, this takes you to the middle of the row. Then you work from left to right on the same row of the chart for the second side of the shawl. Each return row is k3, p across, k3. So I can actually set this down in the middle of the row and know where I am. I'm using my own row markers. I tatted small circles in various coloured threads and left long tails. The tails weave through the rows, keeping the rings from jumping stitches. So far they seem to be working really well.
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| Odds and Bobs... and joes and freds and maybe a John Paul George and Ringo for good measure |
| 04.04.04 (2:35 pm) [edit] |
: lol :
I missed doing my fridayfile this past week so you get the Sunday Sillies instead.
I am a container freak. I will buy products I have never tried before (not just brands I haven't tried but actual things I've never eaten ever, sometimes haven't even heard of) if the container is of interest to me. Most recent purchase a barrel shaped glass jar of pickles. (and yes, : lol : I have tried pickles before.) I have no idea what these pickles will be like, and I'm rather particular about dills and such but I *WANT* the jar, so into my grocery cart it went. In the past my container purchases have included many different types of candy for the oldstyle tins. Schwans' French Vanilla Ice Cream for the collector tins. (although I must admit I'm fond of that ice cream in a hot cup of coffee with a touch of whiskey but dears I bought 8 tins over 5 years) More than one liqueur, the most recent being Sheridans for the double bottle. Thanks to a friend I have my eye out for a bottle of Romance Tequila too. But at nearly $200 CDN a bottle I kinda doubt it's a sometime soon purchase. That's a double threat, 'cause I'm rather fond of tequila as well as funky bottles. I particularly like twisty glass bottles, preferable coloured in some fashion. Painted glass always catches my eye as do old tins. I don't mind replicas but do get rather teary eyed when I find a *REAL* old one in usable condition.
What have you bought just for the container?
Sunday Silly #2
*ponders, should I go back enter Sunday Silly #1 or will it be understood... (time spent on this decision... 8 minutes)*
Old music seems to be haunting me lately. I've already mentioned the A&W commercial with Crimson and Clover. Another old song that seems to be following me (mind twist, Jamie Lee Curtis' remark to Mel Gibson in Forever Young when they bump into each other at the air show "are you following me?") is Angel of the Morning by Juice Newton. Seems every time I flick on a radio (granted I keep it set to an oldies station) that's the next song. A friend found one for me (just before my amazingly stunned partitioning experience) a song that's been bugging me for oh, nearly 20 years. The song's older than that but it's only been annoying me for that long. It's Save All Your Kisses, by The Brotherhood of Man. It's a cheery, nothingish, sweet song with the singer asking someone to save all their kisses for him. The cute part is the last line, "save all your kisses for me, even though you're only three." It sounds a lot like something Tony Orlando and Dawn would do (remember Tie a Yellow Ribbon?). I was very touched by my friend finding it. Although he did say he could find any song lol... so I took him up on the challenge... I think it took him about 20 minutes? I'd only been searching off and on for 20 years... go figure. I don't even think he was born yet, when this song came and went :).
I like songs that are not about what they seem. Another favourite in this regard is by Bread, Everything I Own. It sounds like the singer is lamenting a lost lover, he'd give "everything I own just to have you back again." I love the song, but even more now that i've seen an interview with the artist. The song is actually about his deceased father. He'd give everything he owned just to have him back again. Needless to say I bawled like a baby when I heard that. The song has held special meaning for me every since. :) While we're on sappy songs :) and yes, yes we are. Time In a Bottle, by Jim Croce is one of my all time favourites. Not because of his untimely death, and not because it's the story of my life : LOL : but because the Muppets did such a great take on it, many years ago. The professor creates a time potion and swig after swig takes him younger and younger and then as the song winds down, one last swig and there is he, the old professor once again. Ok so I don't do it justice. Watch for it, and see it for yourself. Jim Henson was a genius ;). *giggles* We're on a roll here... Rainbow Connection (words and music by Paul Williams, sung by KERMIT). More Like the Movies, Your Phone's Gonna Ring, Sharin' the Night Together all by Dr. Hook. My mom took one look at the Sloppy Seconds album cover and shuddered...she always found it difficult to put these songs together with those faces lol. I guess that's where I started to learn to look beneath the surface.
Have a great Sunday.
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