Mossy Cottage Knits

Be Still My Heart

I suspect Herr Freud would have a hard time explaining why I turned out...ahem..."the way I did," since I have a genuine "thing" for the most phallic of all objects: fighter jets and anything faintly supersonictransport-y. Every year I look very much forward to our local SeaFair, not because of the parades, not because of the hydroplane races, not because of the street fairs, but because K and I make an Event out of packing a picnic lunch and going to a local park to watch the Blue Angels fly by. And when my sister took me to the Torrey Pines reserve in San Diego, she must have wondered why I insisted on staring up at the sky when I was surrounded by all that eye-level oceanic and tree-ic beauty. Because I was looking for jets from the Miramar Naval Air Station, is why. (Didn't have much success. Saw a blimp. I'm looking for a F-16 or an F/A-18 or an A-6E Intruder and I get...a blimp.)

Knowing this about me, now you should understand why it's Christmas in November for Yours Truly. And my Christmas present? Why, nothing less than a British Airways Concorde, specifically this British Airways Concorde. Our Museum of Flight landed (pun intended) one of the decommissioned Concordes and it will be arriving at the Museum this afternoon. K and I will be there with bells on, ours noses mashed up against the wire mesh fence. Or maybe not, since I've seen the Concorde take off from Heathrow enough to know the plane makes a hellacious noise. Okay, maybe we'll be waaaaaaaaaaay behind the Museum peering through binoculars, but we'll be there!

Knitting Knews
A photo of the finished baby sock:

Why does it have a pearl button sewn on it when so many people advised against it, you ask? Because, the truth is I sewed the button on before I asked the question. And while K is perfectly happy to be my Photo Wrangler, I suspect she would balk at my asking her to airbrush out the pearl button and somehow make that part of the picture look all perfectly pink with colored nubbies just because I didn't want to look like a doofus in front of my Dear Readers.

Dye Garden Dyegest
The dye garden continues to get blacker, and more frozen, and sadder-looking as our prematurely cold fall progresses. On the bright side, it has become an absolute haven for the birds in K's yard. If you are a natural dyer and bird watcher, or just a bird watcher, I highly recommend planting what we planted. Legions of chickadees and sparrows are gorging themselves on the marigold, cosmos and sunflower seeds. Add a squirrel or two and the garden would indeed, as K says, look like a Disney cartoon.

Posted by Ryan at November 5, 2003 09:31 AM