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There are none. I admit it. I suck. No, don’t tell me that I don’t. I must face facts and not mince words and own up. I am a bad blogger!
There, I’ve said it. Now we can move on.
So I have had a serious attack of life. My husband’s car broke down (again!–but let’s not even go there), we’ve had serious leakages of roof and pipes, and I had my wisdom teeth out. I also have a grant due and have to give a presentation for group meeting next week. So yeah. There are no excuses, but those are my excuses. Chew on that quandry.
You know what the worst part of it is though? I’ve actually done a lot of stuff! During my re-coup period for my wisdom teeth, I knitted an entire shawl! Do I have pictures? No. I dyed some beautiful silk/merino yarn for my mother-in-law’s Christmas present (Swallowtail shawl). Pictures? Nope. I knitted one sock’s worth of the September fall yarn in a pattern that I made up and quite like. I’ve started a second in plain stockinette to see if it looks better. Do I want opinions on it? You betcha. Do I have pictures? Negatory. Feh. I do indeed suck.
Okay, that’s not all true. I actually do have pictures. But they are not yet developed. I don’t have a decent digital camera, so I’ve been doing it the old-fashioned way. That means that I have to wait for someone else to develop the pictures for me. No instant gratification here! It would probably help, though, if I sent them in to get developed. Ya think?
Anyway, that’s my sad story. Oh, but there’s one very good thing that happened recently:
Welcome to the world, John Robert: October 24, 2006. My new nephew. I need to get cracking on that baby blanket!
October 1, 2006. It is absolutely friggin gorgeous outside. Beautiful. Where am I? I’m sitting in front of my computer, in my office, in the Chemistry building. I can kind of see what it’s like outside if I turn completely around and squint. Sigh. Fortunately, I have an active imagination, so I’m going to use it.
~~~~~~~~(the squiggly lines mean we’re being transported into a fantasy word—aren’t I clever?)
So I’m strolling though the forest. The bright October sun comes floating down through the canopy, dappling my sun-bronzed shoulders, dancing across the beautiful cashmere lace scarf that I’ve suddenly had time to knit. Leaves crunch underfoot, liberating a wonderful smoky smell. Fawns prance nearby, completely unafraid of my gentle goodness. A robin takes pause from its southward exodus to light on my finger.
“Tweedle deedle, tweedle dee!” it trills.
“Tra la la la la, tra la la la!” I croon back (I can sing! I’m also taller and have no split ends).
The robin takes flight, a smile playing across his birdy lips (hey, this is my fantasy—I can do what I want here).
I go along my merry way, accompanied by several cute and fuzzy woodland animals. I come out of the woods, into a sunny meadow. Then I suddenly spy—what’s this? It’s bright, it’s beautiful, it’s basking in the afternoon sun.
Oh, isn’t it lovely, all snuggled in the grass? Doesn’t it look all comfy and cozy? But sweet little yarnykins, won’t you unroll yourself so and show all your pretty colors?
That’s better. Thank you so much.
You know, yarnykins, if you like it here in the meadow, you might like it on the porch, too. Want to come? Ok.
Yarnykins admires the view.
See? He’s so happy. I knew he would be.
I have other happy yarn, too. Happy yarn that’s being knitted into things!
Like a pair of Jaywalkers.
And a log cabin baby blanket. This yarn, however, is not so happy. Not because if any inherent properties. It’s very nice yarn—Knitpicks Swish, lovely stuff. But this yarn has a natural predator…
Da dum da dum da dum da dum….
The yarn sucking cat strikes again. Bad kitty!