meirwen_1988

To all the knitters and other thread workers, I'd like to pass along this link: http://kkotary.webs.com/.

Kim is an amazing lady, scholar, and designer. For those in the SCA, she is Master Kenhelm's niece, and talent runs strong in that family.

Check out the site!

Having sent my own socks off, I was finally able to open the package that has been taunting me!
( Awesome wooley goodness )

I haz a code.

Really--the crud that stole my voice earlier in the week has now grabbed my sinuses and is wreaking havoc. Screwed up the vision in one eye because of pressure, excessive fluid...well, you get the idea. Right on time. Typical. Spring break started today. *Sigh*

On the other hand, the day was fine and clear, driving home the sun was shining, and I was listening to this. Loud. There's something about metal and a symphony orchestra that does a girl good. You can keep your Barry White, baby.

Then I came home and played with sticks and string for the sock swap.

I bought a new knitting book. It is wyz_azz 's fault.

I bought a remainder book at Barnes and Nobel that I thought both wyz_azz  and I would like (since we swap books). So that's her fault, too.

I bought The Three Lives of Thomasina. That was Patrick McGoohan's fault, since he died, which reminded me about the movie.

So, clearly, I am a child of the 21st century since everything I do is someone else's fault.

*finger to chin, winsome smile, curtsy*

There's this...

why I ordered bunches of this? Do I need to say which color I ordered the most of? Do I really need to say that if it is as yummy in person as it is on the screen why there will be more More MORE?!?!?

I didn't think so.

(I really need to get that profile shot of her laughing in evil glee for an icon.)

...cause my mind has skipped ahead to autumn. Colors, scents, clothes. Probably helps that the house has been a little chilly all day.

Hey knitters, anyone know of a lovely, yet fast working, pattern for a triangular short shawl (points stop no more than waist length). My office gets cold, but putting on a sweater is often more trouble than it's worth.

....Saturday is Knit in Public Day, and we haz place: Rome Knit in Public.

We might be able to put something together to get there for a couple of hours. Let me know if you're interested and maybe we can coordinate.

( Just thinking out loud )

( Knitting etc. )

Heading into town briefly (meeting, pharmacy) but mostly at home today. I figure since I don't get to eat AT ALL tomorrow, and nothing for half of Friday, I can eat whatever I damn well please today; so, we're having pot roast, potatoes, veggies, and I'm going to eat sugar cookies until I go into a coma. Okay, Rowan pointed out that with me that means I'll probably eat four, and she's right, but, well, it's the principle of the the thing, dammit!

Well, the fighters are home--exhausted but happy. They brought my wonderful prezzie from Patrikia, delivered via sillyviking. Gorgeous stitch markers with black kitties--and, I must confess, a mystery. First thought was rosary, but count was wrong. R suggested a sock measurer. Methinks not. Me not smart enough. Vague recollection of conversation, but brain bad--no remember. Lovely, but a complete mystery. What is please?

All our teams lost today--the Redskins suffering the worst, but that was expected. However, I don't think anyone expected them to lose by...wait for it...45 friggin' points.

Bears got beat. Four interceptions, 3 in the end zone, will do that. Brian Griese needs to copy the poster from Brett Favre's Bowflex commercial: "I will not throw into coverage."

Sigh.

Work got done (mostly), rest was had (some), puppies and kitties are happy. I made stew (for today) and soup (for later), but no baking--couldn't get up the energy.

Mostly tried to avoid thinking heavy thoughts, and just recharge. We'll see if it worked.

Found out today both Rowan and Morguhn will be home Wednesday. Whoo hoo! Can you say pork roast, and squash and turnips, and pomegrantes and apples? Hard cider and Soul Cakes? What a treat. Yippee!!! Since we didn't have a single family holiday dinner last year (not even Christmas), this will be wonderful. (And yes, Ysabeau--you did hear the battle cry of "Midnight Margueritas!" Of course, we'll be sound asleep come midnight, but the thought is there.) As I rake the lawn this week I will think of an October night and full grown adults, and a blissfully barking Samoyed, piling into a mountain of maple leaves under a star-filled October sky. Of laughter that made the ghosties and ghoulies recoil to spend All Hallows Eve somewhere else. Perhaps the best Hallowe'en I've ever known.