Sunday, April 30, 2006

No title, just thinking

I think one of the aspects that I love about knitting is also one of the aspects that used to madden me about it and that is this, knitting, (at least for me) is not an immediate gratification sort of thing. It seems I knit and knit, knit, knit, then knit some more and it still doesn't look like anything. But through knitting I discovered a patience I didn't know I had. Like life, sometimes it takes so long for the beauty and the pattern to appear. In this time of instant access, internet access and full access, so long seems like forever. Knitting for me is an antidote to the need for speed- a reality check in many ways and very freeing. Walk with me a little this way, would you?

In knitting, we have slow starts, make mistakes that we sometimes have the opportunity to fix (if they are caught in time). We may realize that the yarn (you can insert job, life, etc. here) we thought we wanted and had the perfect pattern for, no longer suits. Yarn is so very forgiving. Mistakes when made can be ripped out and we are given an opportunity to "make things right". We also have the option to not fix a mistake. We can leave it be if we choose to, and not obsess about it. We receive the gift of looking at the creation for what it is a beautiful imperfect object made by a beautiful imperfect being.

As adults, we sometimes forget what it was like to be a child. We are born with no skills, no knowledge of this world and how to move around in it, but bit by bit we learn. With each encounter, within each moment is an opportunity for growth. Whenever we try to grasp a concept or learn something totally new to us, acknowledge that we become almost like the child- struggling, sometimes stumbling, but filled with possibility. Wrestling with what will later on be second nature to us.

Well, off to a second day of workshops. I will post pics of progress later.

Edit: added update pics






This bag is my first intralac experience. Oh and something is wrong with my sock, not sure what it is it just looks funky in one spot. It's looks like a stange combination of a dropped stitch and ????

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Ends woven in (finally)


My DB's Dr. Whoish scarf is done, as in all ends have been woven in. What a relief to have it finally finished. I hope he doesn't read the blog before I can mail it out to him. DB if you are reading this post now I am referring to my uhhmmm, other brother. Uhh, the one that we were separated from at birth. Yours isn't finished yet and won't be for years and years. There that sounded very plausible and should throw DB off the scent. He'll be totally surprised. I took a close up of the ends because a long shot didn't portray the daunting uphill climb that the last 49 ends represented. Feel free to add appropriate tear-jerker theme music in your mind whilst you are viewing the pic.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Blog Surfing

Since I've joined a few a-longs, it's given me the opportunity to start blog surfing- a very addictive sport. Looking at everyone's creations is so inspiring, especially on knitting blogs. DH called me a blog junkie last night (while he was pretending to cough). That phrase is highly inaccurate, since my therapist says I can stop anytime I want to ;-). My blog surfing has taken away from quilting/knitting/sleeping time, but it's so much fun. I'll try to post a link to a few of my favorites in the next few days.

Make it stop!

Arrrrrggggh! I've been singing the same song now for a several days and I can't seem to stop myself. The theme song to The Banana Splits has been on permanent loop in my mind, so much so I had to look up the dang lyrics. I was a year old when it came on and 3yrs old when the show ended. It must have gone on syndication though because english was not my first language and I didn't even arrive to the U.S. 'til I was almost 4. Does anyone remember The Banana Splits? From what I can tell it on this site, it was the toddler's version of The Monkees. Well hopefully, one of you out there will start singing it uncontrollably so that I can stop.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

Knitters need 4 pairs of hands


Or less projects going on at once. Hmmm, that sounds like a near impossibility. Yes, 4 pairs of hands that's what we need. 3 more inches on the Paton's Monogram tote before I start on the actual initial. The paprika that I'm using for the main body is a lot less orangey and a lot more spicey than it appears in the photo.

Saturday, April 22, 2006

Librarything...

you make my heart sing. You make everything groovy. Sorry Mr. Chip Taylor for morphing your song BUT-Librarything...I think I love you. Have you been? Librarything is a wonderful tool they've developed to help you catalog your books. The first 200 books can be posted free. Got over 200 books? Ten bucks a year will cover it or $25 for lifetime. You have a choice of typing in the ISBN, the title or the author, or importing from an existing catalog file, or importing from Amazon. Your book catalog will come out alphabetized and in most cases with the little cover picture. You can even change the way you view your virtualshelf online. I took a break from knitting to catalog my knitting/crochet books, I'm not up to doing the quilting books tonight. I'm trying to get a bit (okay, a lot) more organized in general but in my crafting life in particular so that I can use what I have. I've had a few "Oh, what an interesting book, I think I'll buy it" moments and it turns out I already have it. Doh!


Back to knitting :-)

Can't blog...must knit

Friday, April 21, 2006

Hey, who moved my week?!

I feel like a child after summer vacation! What happened to the long week that shimmered and stretched out all around me like miles of surf and sand? This time thing is truly amazing.

Lookie, Lookie!


I'm knitting my first pair of socks. I'm using the simple sock pattern from Cat Bordhi's Socks Soar on Two Circular Needles. Yarn is an unlabeled dk freebie I had received a ways back, sz 3 clover bamboo circs.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Cleaning House

Not the real one, don't be silly! I'm finally getting a grasp on this blogging thing, up until a few days ago I couldn't figure out why I had so much trouble putting links in postings and the sidebar. I felt so dense. I even enlisted the help of the swamped Blogger team, to no avail. I noticed my DH was reading my blog (he's soooo sweet, okay I would beat him to an inch of his life if he didn't, but that's soooo sweet anyway), his screen looked different. So I asked him to log on as me. Boy was I surprised, his whole posting screen had icons and options I'd never seen before! Including that elusive "link" icon. He has a pc, I have a mac (we're a mixed couple). I remember hearing somewhere that Mozilla Firefox had less support issues than Safari. So now I post using Firefox. I've gone back and tried to insert links where I could and I've added links to the sidebar, now if I could just figure out how to get buttons.....

One day this will look like a real blog! Who knows maybe they'll come up with a "pimp my blog" show. I want some blog bling!

All The News That's Fit to Knit

"Look, up in the sky! It's a bird, it's a plane, it's...a guy knitting!?" Sweaterman, the newest superhero is the brainchild of Mark Newport.

Penguins need love too. These Mormans know that nothin' says lovin' like a homemade sweater.

The Edinburgh population has seen an increase in the artform. How cool is a pub knitting night where the "pub" stands for, well, pub.

These articles have just a smidgen of knitting involved:

Llama poop is this year's "bean" to have. I skimmed ahead and skipped a few parts, then started from the beginning, so it took me awhile to figure out the beans they were referring to were animal made.


Okay, how can they put such restrictions on knitting needles but are fine with corkscrews?! I guess they figure it takes longer to screw somebody (I'm serious, so stop laughing and take your minds out the gutter people) than to attack them with knitting needles. Everyone knows that knitting and all it's paraphenlia should be used for good and not evil.


Alright, this is a stretch because this last article just had the word knitting in it, but I thought it was kinda cool 'cause I'm a nerd (although I'm not a math nerd, I wouldn't aspire to such lofty heights). Gregory K. Pincus is the creator you can read more on his blog.

Here's mine:

This
marks
my first
attempt at
Fibbing;-), who knew that
lying would be considered chic?

I just came from the gottabook blog which had links to Fuzzy Galore and Knitting Curmudgeon as well. They are knitting blogs that've mentioned the Fibonacci sequence and/or the NYTimes article! The Knitting Curmudgeon even has a Fib contest going on. Seems like fun, I'm digging this fib stuff. I think I'm going to enter! The rules are on her site, check it out.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Knitting & World Peace

Two years ago, shortly after I began learning how to knit I started having dreams about knitting. Well maybe not so much dreams as listening to conversations in my sleep and inserting the topic of knitting where I deemed it necessary, except I didn't know it then. I used to listen to the local NPR in Allentown, WDIY (which rocks by the way, the station...not the town) in the wee hours of the morning they would switch from music to world news which, for the most part is pretty depressing. I am a very light sleeper and I can hear conversations going on around me while I sleep and remember snippets. I found myself waking up in the morning and wanting to talk to my DH about all knitting that was going on around the world and what he'd heard about it. Of course he had no idea what I was talking about, but every morning I woke up convinced that there were cease-fires all around the world and the soldiers who once attacked and killed each other were now knitting and chatting, exchanging free patterns and knowledge. Okay, maybe not that far fetched but close. There was love, good will and kick-ass mittens being made. It was beautiful and completely untrue. One particular morning after waking up smiling and at peace because South Korea had started a national knitting program and somehow or another France and India were involved, I decided to look up knitting and it's world links. I was saddend that these peaceful knitting events were not taking place globally. Those events (or non-events) sparked an idea in my mind to put in my future blog: Knitting in the News. Periodically I'll scope for interesting articles about knitting with a global spin and a link. I'll bring those to you shortly. In the meantime...knit on!

What I hear

This very moment I am listening to Hapa's self titled debut album (which is my favorite so far of all their albums with Namahana coming in a close second). I miss not being able to hear them live as often as I did when I was living on Oahu. The last Hapa concert I went to was in Maryland two years ago, DH bought surprise tickets for our anniversary. Of course I cried, seeing and hearing them makes me feel homesick. But how can you feel homesick for a place you've spent the least amount of years of your life so far? I can't explain it well though, just a feeling I got the moment I clapped my eyes on that chain of islands I felt as if I finally came home. Has this ever happened to any of you out there in blogland? It was like time stood still and everything just shifted slightly and clicked into place. I love and miss Hawai'i, the land itself, the pace, the culture, the people and of course my dear friends (shoutouts to Kekoa, Robyn, Lana and Noelani!). Hence the hawaiian name of my blog. A few of you from the mainland have asked what it means. It is hawaiian, roughly translated it means "song of praise". Because that's what I feel that we do whenver we create something. The need for us to create is so deeply ingrained, I believe that even those of you out there who don't believe you are "artistic" or crafty, (not in the sneaky sense) have it and you should just go with it no matter what anyone says. Making, creating is very soothing (and sometimes maddening). You feel the stillness of time and stand back to look at your work and you can tell whether or not it needs "something" you may not know what it is but you intuit that it needs something else. Then you find whatever your piece needed and again you feel the stillness of time but now with that slight shift when everything clicks into place, you stand back to look at your work and you can tell that the piece is done, it needs nothing else but to lovingly give it away. Because we carry the process and the experience inside of us forever, the object no longer has to be with us. You know this because you have been listening with all your being. I love that feeling.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Totally Busted


Came upstairs in the middle of doing laundry to find Scoozie quite comfortable on my freshly washed, yet to be folded bedding.

Bizarre News

After listening to NPR's Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me (Podcast version) last night, my DH went online to look for a story that featured a "monster rabbit" on a rampage in a UK Village. The giant rabbit with a ferocious appetite is causing quite a stir. Luckily rabbits are vegetarians. Now I for one didn't know rabbits came that large and the rabbit in the photo is supposedly smaller than one that's run amok. Must be a pretty smart rabbit to have evaded them so long, especially considering it's size. So my DH and I came to a thought almost simultaneously: Imagine if angora rabbits came in that size! For you non-knitters out there the angora rabbit (yes, there is a rabbit under all that) is very popular for hair which can be spun into a light, almost decadently soft yarn. (side note) The angora goat (Angora seems to be a very popular region) produces what we call mohair. I remember two years ago when I first started knitting my DH and I went to a yarn shop, there I was fondling all the yarn and my DH wandered away and came back a few minutes later with a strange expression on his face, holding up a skein of mohair "Whats a mo?" The look on his face was classic, after I stopped laughing and wiped the tears from my eyes, I admitted that I had no idea so we looked it up when we got home.

Also in bizarre news, an attack cat has caused some Fairfield residents to be extra cautious when venturing outdoors. Lewis the "psycho kitty" is under house arrest. Very odd.

While we were leaving my Mum's house late Sunday evening I saw what I thought was a small to medium size dog crossing the street, barely avoiding getting hit by a passing vehicle. What caught my eyes though was it's movement, it didn't move like a dog or a cat for that matter so I kept looking to see if it would appear again. It had an arched back and moved like it preferred to be erect rather than on all fours. Well it wasn't a dog or a cat but a racoon. I didn't expect to ever see a racoon in downtown Flushing, Queens.

Monday, April 17, 2006

Needle Case Closed









I put finishing touches on bag #2. It's a needle case for my knitting and crocheting needles. The pattern is a combination of everything I've always wanted in a needle bag, but never found so I made my own (at least for a price that I wanted to pay at the time, since that takes away from fiber monies). There are many things I learned from this and that I will do differently next time, so this will be my prototype. This also marks the first time that I've made something for myself, especially since I have no family member or friend that knits or crochets. It was fun and frustrating, if it were left to me we would probably still be wearing togas...no buttons, no velcro :-) I plan on fine tuning and putting as a free pattern on here in the near future. I do want to buy a cup of coffee to dip the elastic in for a while to darken them, so I'll do that later today. I'm off from school this week for Easter break although I do have to go in for one or two days. I have hopes of finishing and starting a few projects as well as make progress on a few others. This week I would like to finish: DU's Irish Hiking Scarf, DB's Dr. Whoish scarf and I would like to start and finish at least one more bag, maybe the chelsea, the madison or the nappy. Would like to start knitting this felted monogram bag from Patons (minus the glare from the flash):




I still have to decide on the person who will eventually receive it, which will determine the monogram & color choice. I'm also going to check Paton's errata page. I've never felted before and I'm looking forward to it. Also like to make progress on the needle turn quilt, the bento box quilt, the crazy quilt and the crazy curves quilt. I figure if I devote 3 hrs. per day to one of the quilts, for progress I should be set.

Friday, April 14, 2006

Quilting and other videos

The videos I've been waiting for came in through intra-library loan, so sometime this weekend between spending the holidays with the family, housework, homework, quilting and knitting I'm going to watch Judith Baker Montano's Silk Ribbon Embroidery video. No matter what they do quilting videos are always dry and boring. I have yet to see one that isn't...but who knows, maybe that day will come. In the meantime I want to see Judith's techniques on silk ribbon embellishment. Oh and I'm also going to watch The Girl With A Pearl Earring, I'm interested in seeing how it compares to the book of the same title. A few months ago I read and enjoyed another Tracy Chevalier book The Lady and the Unicorn. I love reading period piece books and watching movies. I'm engrossed by their living conditions, clothing, footwear, hairstyles, food and homes.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Bag 1.5 & survey

I get so inspired when I come home from work, I always thought early mornings were my creativity peaks. I started this yesterday and I'm about halfway done. It's a needle case using leftover material from the first handbag. The cover will be the tropical print. I'm trying to decide what to use for the inside flap that goes over the needles to prevent them from sliding out, should I use this material that I swear if I stare at it long enough begins to move (which for some strange reason appeals to me) or should I use plain unbleached muslin? I bought the wavy stripe thing at Marshall's a few months back, I think it's a dish rag. I had no idea what I wanted to use it for when I got it but I liked the pattern. The case is going to be a roll type with two buttons and very thin elastic. It holds my Denise interchangeable needles as well other as circs & straights. I put in a little pocket on the right hand side to hold the end caps and extenders that came with the Denise needles. Used velcro on that. So I put the question to you all: stripe or muslin? Whaddya think?








Monday, April 10, 2006

What I see, what I hear

This is one of my favorite poems, it's bit long. That being said, those of you not into poetry will probably want to skip this part.


THE HIGHWAYMAN
By Alfred Noyes


Part One
I
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding-
Riding-riding-
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

II
He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

III
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

IV
And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say-

V
"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."

VI
He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the West.

Part Two
I
He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;
And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching-
Marching-marching-
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.

II
They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window;
And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through the casement, the road that he would ride.

III
They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her.
She heard the dead man say-
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!

IV
She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like
years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!

V
The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain.

VI
Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs
ringing clear;
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did
not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up strait and still!

VII
Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him-with her death.

VIII
He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

IX
Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.

* * * * * *

X
And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding-
Riding-riding-
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

XI
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard,
And he taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.



I listened to Loreena McKennitt's version with my eyes closed earlier, I really appreciate what she's done with it. She's finally going to go back to the studio, which means hopefully a concert soon. She had stopped doing concerts or even recording during the time I got hooked. I heard her concerts are fantastic, so I can hardly wait!

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Flash my stash

Oops, forgot to post my stash here for flash my stash day. Without further ado, the reason I joined the Stashalong:

Visit My Trail

Saturday, April 08, 2006

Irish Hiking Scarf Pic

Progress despite cats...or to spite cats, it can go either way.

Friday, April 07, 2006

Yay! New Tricks

What a crappy day I had. I won't get into details but suffice to say that at one point I was just going to burst into tears. In an attempt to salvage my Friday, I went to my first Knitting Guild meeting. I was hoping that someone there could help me out with dpn issues I've been having. The guild membership begins in June so I went as a guest. After about 5 minutes, I began thinking I probably came at the wrong night. They were working on a project involving 6 different strands of yarn (which you have to number on a piece of paper), one die and a coin. I believe it's called the Vegas Scarf. I didn't know we were supposed to bring anything so I had nothing with me but two projects that I was working on. One was the Irish Hiking Scarf, the same from the cat fiasco. I've made a lot of progress and took pics but they aren't coming out very well. I'll have to try again. The other, a pattern called carrot top from the book Knit Hats. I'm using Noro for that one. They were kind enough to let me use some of the extra yarn they had, but I didn't cast on the whole 150 stitches. I cast on about 10 instead of 150 because I knew I didn't want to finish the scarf. I just wasn't feeling the Vegas Scarf and more to the point I drove 50 mins to get there so that I could get some help on my dpns, which I desperately needed and was assured over the phone that I would be able to get. The guild meetings take place at the Fabric Tree. So there I am with two of my favorite types of fiber in one store, talk about needing will power! I was soooooo good, I briefly fondled the bamboo yarn, leafed through a couple of pattern books I hadn't seen before and looked at the Amy Butler Free Spirit line of fabrics. All I purchased were two circular size 4 needles, because Joann (guild head I believe) said she would be able to show me how to knit on the round with two circular needles a la Socks Soar With Two Circular Needles. I have in my personal library two of Cat Brodhi's book but I'm a very visual learner and couldn't make heads or tails of it. Joann was kind enough to show me last night and now of course when I look at the book and it makes perfect sense. I'm so excited! On the round without the big gaping holes that I usually get from working with dpns! Totally worth the trip. I also observed her teaching someone a grafting technique for seams that look smooth. It was pretty cool, I found myself saying the technique outloud with the person who was learning. A mixture of a mantra and The Karate Kid, "knit leave on, knit take off, purl leave on, purl take off." Interesting, can't wait to learn. This guild seems like they have a lot of cool members, so perhaps I'll join in August since I'll be in Colorado come end of May 'til July. In the meantime I'll continue as a guest for first Friday in May. Everyone brought their show-n-tells, very yummy bags, a beautiful shawl, a quilted vest made of scraps, and a very cool gauntlet type glove with a swirl pattern made by yo's but without yo holes! I'll have to find that pattern one day. Now I'm off the dip my circs in their hot water spa bath (we all need to relax, don't we?)

Project Spectrum







Since my classroom is where I spend most of my time, I decided to take some photos for project spectrum there. Yellow & Orange. More to come.

Thursday, April 06, 2006

Le bag, c'est fini!

I finished the bag yesterday except for the buttons. The original buttons I got were way too large for a bag this size, so I went back to Joann's last night to exchange them. This of course meant I spent 2 hours in the home dec fabric aisle getting swatches cut for my next bag. They're having a 50% off home dec fabric sale until April 15th.

What I learned:

1) Even though I used mid-weight decorating fabric I wish the handbag was less floppy. Next time I'll use stabilizer as well.

2) When making a bag this size, I'll go with a smaller overall pattern. I wasn't really able to fit a whole scene anywhere, so I spent days hemming and hawing over what was going to be on the main part of the bag. Finally I said screw it and just cut.

3) Toggle buttons are a pain.

But the most important things I learned...

4) I like making bags.

5) Alongs are fun.


Possibly a swing bag next (I'm working my way up to the Weekender)


Monday, April 03, 2006

Halfway there

I was inspired today to start on my bag as soon as I got home. I didn't think I would since I woke up with a monsterous headache this morning that never actually went away, it just dulled a bit. I'm happy with my progress so far on my sew i knit project. I changed my mind on the fabric I posted before for the lining and used this one instead. I have alternate plans for the other fabric. The outside of this bag will still be the tropical print and the handles will be striped.




















Saturday, April 01, 2006

Happy Spring to you








Yeah, I know the first day of spring was a few days ago, but today is April 1st so in my mind it's officially spring. These are some of the photos I took at the Annual Philidelphia Flower Show. Aren't they loverly?





















Okay, since I've blogged last I joined 2 more alongs (just a tad obsessive there). Ahh, the things I do to induce productivity. Remember the cat & yarn fiasco? I've joined the Irish Hiking Scarf along, so "Ha" to you kitties. This scarf will exist despite your plotting. It's so nice to see all the pics of Irish Hiking Scarves people around the world are making. Oh and I also joined Stashalong in an effort to reduce and use my yarn stash. No buying any yarn or yarn related items for 12months, that's to insure I don't increase my stash. On the reduce end I commit to using up or selling 5-10% of my yarn during that time.