November 17, 2003
Life is Rrrrrruff!
So, just how spoiled is our little pooch? Well, here is the doggy equivalent of the "mint on one's pillow" that awaits her on her bed every night when she completes her evening constitutional. Need we say more? (Thank heavens K cropped and enlarged this picture because, due to the particular shade of brown of the cookie, the original photo looked like a heart-shaped piece of dog poo. Not the image I had had in mind.)
However, lest you think life is all champagne and caviar for Our Alarmingly Large-Eared Daughter, here she is, lying exhausted and spent, after a long day of folding laundry.
Knitting Knews
Got off track from the pink baby socks, then lost the first one, then found it, then finally got my act together and finished the socks this weekend. Just in time, too, since Mom and Baby are coming to our weekly signing lunch tomorrow. As for the pearl button, who needs all that fancy photo-editing software to convince your Dear Readers you've taken the pearl off when, hey, you can just turn the sock over and, badda-bing, badda-boom, no pearl! (Okay, okay, okay; the pearl comes off tonight...)
As Lisa, one of My Dear Readers, will tell you, I had a knitsnit last week. Hated everything I was working on, couldn't find one of the pink socks (see above), was frustrated with the World's Largest Sweater, and had tried the Acoma sock again with thinner yarn and still hadn't had any success. Do you, My Dear Readers, occasionally have knitsnits?
Dye Garden Dyegest
I dyed with the salal berries this weekend and just got what I'm going to start calling Ryan Brown, my signature color, sort of a dark tan. I'm starting to think perhaps I didn't wash or alum this batch of yarn properly because I have seen a lot of Ryan Brown lately. The good news is I still have plenty of flowers in the freezer so I can continue to experiment away through the course of the winter. The bad news is all the food in my freezer smells and tastes like slightly fermented, slightly moldy flowers. Blech and double-blech.
Ruff, indeed! She does look tuckered out...Now if it were one of ours, they would have knocked over the piles to make a comfy bed on......Course, we pretty much live out of the laundry basket these days...why bother putting it away, after all? Who needs a dining room when it makes such a great store room for the laundry baskets? Arrrggghghghgh.
Knitsnit? I guess you could call my swearing and throwing needles across the room a knitsnit. Or my searching for a missing needle, getting incredibly frustrated and cranky a knitsnit. And I am SURE that stuffing a 3/4 of the way done sock with a messed up heel in a bag and refusing to acknowledge it's existence is a knitsnit, fer sure.
Posted by: Lisa on November 17, 2003 10:38 AMI think the only reason Miss F didn't knock over the clothes to make a pile to sleep on was because the wall of laundry developed *around* her once she was already asleep. (Reminds me of a letter my brother wrote me once which had a big blank space to the right. My brother explained in the letter that the blank space was where the cat was lying and he was writing *around* the cat.)
Phew! Other people have knitsnits, too! I feel better.
Posted by: Ryan on November 17, 2003 10:44 AMam in the middle of a knitsnit now. so i am needlepointing. but the postman just brought my thrummed mitten kits and the snit might be snat.
Posted by: vanessa on November 18, 2003 03:02 AMThat's the funny thing about knitsnits, Vanessa. When you're in the middle of one, you think, that's it, I'm never going to knit again. Knitting is boring. Knitting is hard. Knitting is stupid. I hate knitting. And then you see a new type of yarn you've never seen before (or receive a pattern in the mail), and *poof!,* the snit's gone. Ah, we're so fickle.
Posted by: Ryan on November 18, 2003 09:20 AM