November 03, 2003
The Toast of the Art World
(You know you have Very Special Dear Readers, when you merely post a blurb saying "posting late today" and you still get comments. You'ens, or as Anne would say "all y'all," or as Anne's father would say "allay'all," are the best, Dear Readers!)
Well, I've beaten the Sense of Responsibility Monster back into the Sense of Responsibility closet and have regressed to my nonchalant, free-wheeling, devil-may-care, come-what-may Self, at least until my next dental appointment or the next time I have to force myself to take three cookies instead of the twenty I really want. On to blogging!
Some of my more perceptive Dear Readers noticed that, on Friday, I skipped right over my promised subject, that being what happened to the piece of wayward toast. Can you blame a girl? I mean, it was Halloween; surely a picture of a pumpkin sweater took precedence over all else, even a decades-old mystery. But now, properly chastened, I present The Answer to the Puzzle. This is what happened to the piece of toast.
Knitting Knews
Madly knitting away on the second Mary Mitten. This is the first time I've needed to finish a knitting project for my health. My unmitten'd hand turns quite blue when I venture outside in the mornings and doesn't understand why I don't just hie myself to the local five 'n' dime and buy myself two matching mittens, already! I just tell it, "Knit faster! Knit faster!"
I'm also working on the baby socks for our network administrator's new bairn. Last Friday, my excitement got the better of me and I wandered down the hall to show the administrator what I was knitting. Oy. Try to explain four double-pointed needles when your audience can't hear or speak and your American Sign Language is sorely lacking. I think I managed to squeak out "You only use two at a time," but who knows? I might just as easily have said, "The green giraffe ate fourteen blue tambourines at high noon."
Here, a picture of the first sock with cuff and heel done. Methinks I'm going to buy pearl buttons and sew one on each cuff. (Question to the mothers out there: Is this dangerous? If I sew the button on tightly, is there still a danger that the baby might pull it off and swallow it? Ack! There's that pesky Sense of Responsibility again! Back, I say! Back!!)
Dye Garden Dyegest
I received a lovely email from Judy Green, the author of "Natural Dyes from Northwest Plants." Finding myself unexpectedly in touch with the author of that quirky but fun and informational book has felt rather full-circleish and symbiotic, even yin and yang-ish. I needed a natural dyeing book, preferably a detailed one about dyeing with local plants, and she provided exactly that. As the author, she needed to know that someone was enjoying, benefitting from, and using her book, and I'm providing that. And, as K and I suspected, the book was pounded out at home on a Selectric!