Tada!
Okay, so both sweater and pumpkin hat are finished. It’s a bit past one a.m. and the birthday party will be starting in ten hours or so, so I’m well within the time limits I set for myself. Next time …
Month: October 2004
Homestretch in the Great Baby Sweater Race
I think it’s impossible to make scrunchy 4×4 rib look decent pre-blocking and seaming. This stuff wants blocking desperately. I probably should have pinned it out…but you can use your imagination for now, yes? When it’s a finished sweater (hopefully …
That minty fresh secret pal feeling
My Secret Pal saved my life today. Well, not really, but she saved my day and that counts for a lot too. I woke with acute Art Angst. Mmm hmmm. That Doubt thing. A bad case of it. You know, …
The Great Baby Sweater Race
The challenge before me: start and finish a sweater for a soon-to-be-one-year-old before her first birthday party on Sunday. No problem, if I didn’t have so much else to do between now and Sunday for work and school. Sigh. Chay, …
Thanks for the T-shirts, Gramma!
Yes, my dogs do have sweaters, but how cute are they in these t-shirts? My mother bought them when the kids stayed with her during our honeymoon, good gramma that she is. She even took Diego with her to the …
Rhinebeck reunion
So soon? Why, yes. Yes. Because we can, you see. This afternoon I’ll be meeting Iris, Mindy, Em, Jackie, and Jenn at KnitNY for some coffee, knitting, assorted evilly good baked things. (I’m determined to resist the siren call of …
I finished Tania’s socks
(I hope she isn’t allergic to dogs. Diego couldn’t resist the Koigu.)
Why, yes. As a matter of fact, I DID go to Rhinebeck
The rule going in was that I wouldn’t buy anything I could get from my usual yarn sources. I would only buy really special yarns that were new to me. Well, I stuck to that rule and still came home …
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A sweater’s struggles for freedom
Skelly here. Skelly “Guy” Noir, Private Eye, at your service. Let me tell you about a girl. A girl named Lara. She was a sweet little gray thing, all alpaca and silk. She was a nice enough girl, and well …
“…and I like the lights and I like ’em pretty bright…”*
(*This has nothing to do with anything other than the fact that this song is stuck in my head. Bonus points to the reader who can name that tune. Eternal cool points if you can supply the next line and …
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