Thursday, October 30, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
In the blink of an eye . . .
it's gone.
This morning we awoke to a howling wind. Our maples were stripped of their leaves and if you can believe it . . . it is snowing. (Fall Lovers: CLOSE YOUR EYES)
I went out for a few pics but I haven't knitted myself any Knucks or Fetchings yet, so my hands got too cold and I had to hurry back indoors. The wind is making a moaning noise, like it's being blown through wooden pipes. That scene above was just filled with 10, 10 year old boys playing football and wrestling off their cake and ice-cream filled bodies after an ambitious sleepover birthday party. Happy B-day, Lunker.
So it's bleak and blustery outside, but every knitter takes these opportune days to grab some wool. Or at least think about wool while cleaning up after 1o boys. Did I already mention the 10 boys?
Since I don't actually have time to knit today, (grandparents comin' for din din and, you know. 10 boys) I snapped some photos of my FAVORITE Woolgirl Sock Club yarn so far.
And she packed this yarn with loads of yumminess so that the yarn actually smells like Plum Blossoms. It's truly divine.
Darn it!
Remember that awesome dog I have that eats everything. See if you can guess what this is...
Does this help?
Yup. Socks that Rock. That's my dog eating it.
Instert very angry sarcastic voice here:
Isn't he cute. Yes. So. Cute.
(my mother's voice): Maybe you should keep it in a container.
me: He ate the container.
So. So. Frickin'. Cute.
This morning we awoke to a howling wind. Our maples were stripped of their leaves and if you can believe it . . . it is snowing. (Fall Lovers: CLOSE YOUR EYES)
I went out for a few pics but I haven't knitted myself any Knucks or Fetchings yet, so my hands got too cold and I had to hurry back indoors. The wind is making a moaning noise, like it's being blown through wooden pipes. That scene above was just filled with 10, 10 year old boys playing football and wrestling off their cake and ice-cream filled bodies after an ambitious sleepover birthday party. Happy B-day, Lunker.
So it's bleak and blustery outside, but every knitter takes these opportune days to grab some wool. Or at least think about wool while cleaning up after 1o boys. Did I already mention the 10 boys?
Since I don't actually have time to knit today, (grandparents comin' for din din and, you know. 10 boys) I snapped some photos of my FAVORITE Woolgirl Sock Club yarn so far.
And she packed this yarn with loads of yumminess so that the yarn actually smells like Plum Blossoms. It's truly divine.
Darn it!
Remember that awesome dog I have that eats everything. See if you can guess what this is...

Does this help?

Yup. Socks that Rock. That's my dog eating it.
Instert very angry sarcastic voice here:
Isn't he cute. Yes. So. Cute.
(my mother's voice): Maybe you should keep it in a container.
me: He ate the container.
So. So. Frickin'. Cute.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Another ode to autumn
Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
-- Robert Frost
**********************
It's a not-so-wily coyote who let me get within 20 feet of him before he noticed me and skedaddled. I was glad the dog was not with me - he would have broken his collar to get at this old fella.Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
-- Robert Frost
**********************
I was driven to distraction this weekend by the weather, the color, the sounds of Autumn. I heard crows cawing like mad in the woods, so I grabbed my camera and went to investigate. Usually, we'll find a patient owl sitting in the branches somewhere close to the crows. But this day, I found something different. Take a look for yourself.

Oh, yeah. And keeping with the knitting-blog theme, I have an item to show you. It's the back piece to a sweater I'm a-knittin' for my 10 year old (size 12 yikes!) in his very favorite color in the whole wide world. It's Berrocco Peruvia and it is warm and soft and lovely to knit up. Can I end that last sentence without a preposition? Is "up" a preposition? Gah, I'm reapplying for my teaching license. This is embarrassing. I must get to the bottom of this! Hmmmmm.

Anyway, the pattern is "Supersize Me" from The Yarn Girls' Guide to Knits for Older Kids. Got me a copy from the library (and yes, I realize that sentence is grammatically incorrect).
Monday, October 13, 2008
A Walk in the Woods







Follow your nose and go explore.
Walk Outside
by Richard Tarrier
Sung by Dan Crow
find it on itunes
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Mmmmmmmm. Autumn......

A bit further on our walk, I saw these fellas before the dog did. I got an ok shot of them. There were about 10 in all and they seemed fairly unconcerned that I had a bird-dog at the end of my leash.

You're looking at "Patrick's Irish Hiking Scarf" knit with a soft (but machine washable and affordable) Bernat Cashmere Natural Blends - 3 skeins to be exact, on size 8 needles; in Charcoal.


So having one Christmas FO finished, I'm on to #2 - Elsa's Nest Tote in a lime green Lily Sugar'n Cream colorway called "Hot Green". The picture doesn't do justice to the color. It's much more limey. It's a new colorway!

Wednesday, October 1, 2008
For the Love of Lace (and mini-putt)



*****
Shameless advertising for local mini-golf:
BIG STONE
Minnetrista, MN
If you live in the Twin Cities and have not seen this place yet, you have to go. This is more than a mini-putt course; it's an amazing sculpture garden.



If you are on Ravelry, you have to check out the work of HarpaJ. It is stunning. I don't know how she does it. I'm very envious! You can also see her work here on her blog.
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