Why yes, I would love some cheeze with this whine...

by Kathleen

I suppose I should feel embarrassed for this... my siblings (including co-blogger Caroline) and a whole host of you all are barely digging out from under a nasty ice storm; and my grandmother is still without power in Massachusetts.

But I wish to complain.

Dear Universe,
In the past two weeks you have chosen to smite me with one fried and one scrambled computer, a corrupted photo software program, one broken down vehicle, a lost filling, a whacky acting gas heater (the only source of heat in our house), resumed an annual Holiday party (by request) and no one came*, two late-night-jump-out-of-bed-horrific-noise-can't-get-back-to-sleep disturbances (courtesy of our cats), and a wasp sting. On. My. Nipple.
What have I done to deserve this?
Please stop. Please?
Thank you very much.
Love,
Kathleen

*Okay I exaggerate a smidge. 6 people showed up. And I didn't actually mind eating the whole French Onion dip and chips by myself, but finishing the veggie tray is a drag.

Okay. Got that off my chest (and believe me... the last one definitely hurt my chest. A LOT).


I've done knitting!


The "CanDo" socks are can done! Wool/Bamboo yarn dyed by Sereknitty in a special colorway with proceeds donated to Can Do. Pattern from Charlene Schurch's Sensational Socks.
FlatFeet socks in plain stockinette. Waaaay too big. I wonder if anyone on my Christmas list has size 10 feet and loves neon green...?

All the Lizard Ridge squares are done! Time to sew them together now!



Babies' hats! Finished this October for two little ones born last March/April.
What...? It's not like they needed them earlier.

I've also got the DH's sweater body done and I'm on to the sleeves.

More to come...

WooHoo!!!

by Kathleen


So... quite a few months ago I made a square for an afghan, The American Aran Afghan, being raffled off by a LYS to support a local Arts Center.



After it's completion we were in the area one weekend day (DH, MIL and I had gone to see a play at a local community theatre). I wanted to see it done so we stopped by the store to take a gander. For knitting a square I was given a raffle ticket, and both my DH and MIL who were with me bought tickets.
Guess what...




MY MIL WON!!!!



I am so pleased!
She says that she never wins anything, and this is a gorgeous way to start! She wants us to keep it, but we're thinking that it might come in handy this winter to help keep her warm. Either way it's in the family.
She's out of town right now, but we'll take her down to pick it up next week.
What a treat for me... that I put a square in, that we saw it together, and that my very dear MIL won.
Hooray!

Christmas has come a little early here.

Oh how I know the feeling...

This was sent to me in an email by a friend who got it from a friend... it appears to be "Author Unknown"... though clearly she/he is a knitter (or a knitter's spouse patiently waiting on the sweater started and promised from last Christmas supposedly to be finished for this Christmas maybe... not that I know anyone like that.)

Knitter's Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas and all around me
There was unfinished knitting not under the tree.
The stockings weren't hung by the chimney with care
'Cause the heels and the toes had not a stitch there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
But I had not finished the caps for their heads.
Dad was asleep---he was no help at all.
And the sweater for him was 6" too small.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I put down my needles to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash.
Tripped over my yarn and fell down in my stash.
The tangle of yarn that lay deep as the snow
Reminded me how far I still had to go.

When out on the lawn I heard such a noise,
I was sure it would wake up both Dad and the boys.
And although I was tired, my brain a bit thick,
I knew in a moment that it must be St Nick.

Yet what I heard left me very perplex-ed
For nothing I heard was what I expect-ed.
"Move Rowan! Move Patons! Move Koigu and Clover!
Move Shelridge! Move Starmore! Move Spinrite!
Move over!

Lopi, don't circle, just stand there in line.
Pay attention, you sheep, and you'll work out just fine!
I know this is hard as it's just your first year
But I'd hate to go back to 8 tiny reindeer."

I peered over the sill. What I saw was amazing:
Eight wooly sheep on my lawn all a-grazing!
And then in a twinkle, I heard at the door
Santa's big boots stomping on the porch floor.

I rose from my knees and got back on my feet.
As I turned around, St. Nick I did meet.
He was dressed all in wool from his heat to his toe
And his clothes were hand knit from above to below.

A bright Fair Isle sweater he wore on his back,
And his toys were all stuffed in an Aran knit sack.
His hat was a wonder of bobbles and lace
A beautiful frame for his rosy red face.

The scarf on his neck must have stretched for a mile,
And the socks peeking over his boots were Argyle.

On the back of his mitts was an intricate cable.
And suddenly on one I spotted a small label:
"S.C." in duplicate on the cuff.
So I asked, "Hey, Nick, did YOU knit all this stuff?"

He proudly replied, "Ho, ho, ho, yes I did.
I learned how to knit back when I was a kid."

He was chubby and plump, a well dressed old man,
And I laughed to myself, for I'd thought up a plan.
I flashed him a grin and jumped up in the air,
And the next thing he knew, he was tied to a chair!

He spoke not a word, but looked down in his lap
Where I'd laid my needles and yarn for a cap.
He began then to knit, first one cap then two--
For the first time I thought I might really get through.

He put heels in the stockings and toes in some socks,
While I sat back drinking a Scotch on the rocks.
So quickly like magic his needles they flew,
Good Grief! He was finished by quarter to two!

He sprang for his sleigh when I let him go free,
And over his shoulder he looked back at me.
I heard him exclaim as he sailed past the moon,
"Next year, start your knitting sometime around JUNE!"

Yeah. June. Or April maybe.

With many Thanks...

by Kathleen

Thanks for my parents who have always loved and supported me. (My Mom saved canned goods for years so I wouldn't starve in a garret. Sure she may claim now that she was joking, but I think she really did it.)

Thanks for my siblings who I bossed about mercilessly in my know-it-all oldest child manner, but somehow managed to love me anyway. (Of course... I do know it all so maybe that's why.)

Thanks for my DH. A good man who makes me happy. Enough said.

Thanks for the roof over my head, the yarn and fabric in my stash, the sweet kitties who are at home right now laying a fine mist of fur on the aforementioned stash, dear friends, and the yummy food with the welcoming in-laws tomorrow.

Life is feeling good right now. Not perfect (whatever that would be), but truly, deeply good. And for that... I'm thankful.

Wishing you all a happy, healthy, love filled Thanksgiving with whoever and whatever you are thankful for.

Welcome Home

by Caroline



If a picture says a thousand words then I certainly don't have to say any more:









Welcome home Jonathan and thank you.

Happy Blogiversary to Us!

One year (and a couple of weeks) ago my fellow fiber enthusiast sister Caroline posted the first entry to this our shared creation.
We didn't know how it would go or how well we'd do with it... we're still not sure about that. But since that momentous occasion we have manged to average a post a week! Not that we've posted every week... or even every month... but if you average it out...
We've gone to Fiber Festivals, learned to spin, taught others to spin, taught others to knit, designed and constructed huge period Shakespearean shows...
It's been a busy year.

Now many on the blogosphere have contest and give out prizes on their blogiversary. Uhm... we'll get back to you on that...

In the meantime, Happy Blogiversary Caroline!!! (who is apparently celebrating it by going to Disneyworld this week).
Happy Blogiversary to me!!! (who is celebrating it by... making spaghetti last night. Hey wait a minute...)

Remembrance Day

(The firing of the cannon across the street, followed by taps)

On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month...

With gratitude and respect to all veterans every where...

To my dad (in for 20 years, a Retired Navy pilot)

and my Nephew (Army Reserve, back in the states as of this week) (with his team, second from left)

Thank you.