May 06, 2003
I think I've got it figured out, where I went wrong. One must think of the Maryland Sheep & Wool Festival as an Event. To believe that you can simply pack up one day and go to this place far...
May 01, 2003
I just realized exactly how early I will have to arise tomorrow in order to make it to the airport 2 hours prior to a 7:30 a.m. flight. It won't be pretty. Depending on how I feel when I get...
Here is my May Basket. I've traded in the bloom of youth for the catharsis of the Cosmopolitan. A spree of sheepy shopping shall replace a sally 'round the maypole, and the serendipity of Spring will not be compromised. M'aidez!...
April 30, 2003
The reindeer are singing "I Ain't Got No Body", but they do begin to have bellies. I seem to be progressing so slowly now as compared to the main body; I am only halfway through the patterned area. Doubtless, the...
April 29, 2003
I sit here with my Voice-Activated Knitter's Guide, into which I have fed the graph for the Varg Pojken (Reindeer Sweater). I've asked it to synthesize the voice of Sean Connery and to emit the cherry fragrance of a slowly...
April 28, 2003
I was forced to make a tough decision this morning: A. get to my sadistic boss's 8:00 Monday Management Meeting on time or B. take a picture of Varg Pojken progress to post to the blog. I erred on the...
April 27, 2003
The camera got a nice workout yesterday. The brilliant thought occurred to me that if I took it down to the Parlor with me, I could take pictures whenever something inspired me.... what a concept. The Knitting First of all,...
April 26, 2003
Welcome to my world, where Oliver Sudden often appears with depressing news. I've learned to listen to him. This weekend I was supposed to enjoy the dyeing workshop as previously reported, but I'm staying home and sending a fellow knitter/spinner...
April 24, 2003
Looking over Mme Glitchbane's formula (see last blog entry) I know exactly what her severest critic, Mrs. Ermadine Swett, would say. She would raise her considerable self to its full 5'3" height and looking down her ample nose through her...
April 23, 2003
Wednesday always sneaks up on me like a cat stalking the ends of my knitting needles as they leave contrails of circles describing the stitches just knit. Suddenly the whole weight of the cat is suspended from the end of...
