Moving Day!

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Three Cheers!

I have decided, despite having about 4 projects on the needles, to embark on a shawl. I have never done lace before, so it was a measure of faith on my knitting knowledge and intuition. I figured the Swallowtail Shawl from the newest Interweave Knits would work. Not too big, not too many charts. I was able to make it through the first 2 sets of the chart, but then I had to figure out how a repeat in the chart works. So, after sitting up until 2am, then getting up at 6:30, I have figured it out. I waved my needles in the air like victory flags and yelled, "I did it! I did it!"

The cat was not only unimpressed, he was also very angry at me for disturbing his nap.



Gratuitous bragging.



Note to my SP:
Thanks again for the stitch markers and notepad. They have proven indispensable for figuring out these repeats.

Thank you SP!

Thank you secret pal for my little present! I actually got it a few days ago, but this is the first time I've sat down to blog. I got a postcard an VERY PRETTY stitch markers! There was also a cute notebook that I love because I have to make tic marks when I knit. Even though I do have a very good, very effective counter. You Rock!

A List.

1. I rearranged my living room to improve my chi. I think it is working, but the new computer desk sits much higher than the old one, so it has taken me 4000 hours to type this sentence. I also think that it has caused me to forget how to spell.

2. I picked up the Outlaw Bible of American Poetry at Borders today, along with a new journal (like I need another one), and the original Grimm's Fairy Tales. You know, where Rumplestiltskin actually rips himself in half and Granny really does get eaten by a wolf. Very dark. I am excited to get back into writing and hopefully I will have some poems to post.

3. I am scared to post poems because I do not think I am a good writer.

4. The new Interweave Knits has a quote by Crazy Aunt Purl. I like her a great deal because she is Southern and crazy...just like me! I would like to challenge her in a fried chicken cook-off, just once...also, she has never mentioned biscuits, which seems suspicious. I am a biscuit girl. Southerners will know what I mean. It means that I MUST have a biscuit with everything. I could make the perfect salad, with all vitamins and nutrients and many colored fruits and vegetables, but I need a biscuit on the side. When I was a little girl, a friend's parents took us to a nice restaurant. When the waiter took my order I was very dignified and proper, then ruined it all when I asked if a biscuit came with the dinner. Cause I had to have one.

5. The heat has broken. I never thought I would be so happy to see 89F as a high. When will it be winter? I need! I need!

6. Has anyone else seen Fat Mama on So You Want to be a Superhero? I think she's sassy.

7. I need to start working out. I am flabby. I will soon be Fat Mama without the Hollywood fame and glamour. Maybe if I stopped eating all those biscuits.

Let's Hope Not...

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Facing My Fears.

This is my sewing room.



This is a very creepy little gnome. Steve and his dad love them. They consider them protectors of the garden and lawn. I think they always look like they're up to no good and plotting my eventual downfall.



So what the hell am I doing with this? I decided, in the spirit of the Apron-a-long, I would make Steve's dad an apron as well. When I found the gnome fabric, I couldn't resist...but I'm starting to get a little creeped out. If those stupid gnomes wreak havoc in my sewing room, I'm gonna be pissed.

I'm the Queen of the World!

It appears to be pageant season, with Miss Universe and Miss America on tonight, and it got me thinking about when I was a little girl. I dabbled in dance classes, studied piano at the DE school of music for awhile, sang at church, acted in every play that I could get a role in, and was a competitive public speaker placing third in the nation. My mother always let me do these things, and even footed the bill, but I don't remember her ever endorsing anything except piano and writing, always writing. I thought about being in the performing arts, even pageants, but never received much support from the parental units.

I don't remember ever watching a pageant at home. We saw a ton of plays, concerts, and ballets, mostly at the university, but never a pageant. Where did I get the idea of being in a pageant? I remember the first pageant I ever saw, at my friend Kristi's house. Take everything I told you about my parents and put it in reverse for hers. I remember her mother criticising every contestant, and Kristi watching with a focus of a star athlete the night before a game. It made me wonder why my parents weren't as invested in me as her parents seemed to be in her.

Now, all grown up and on my own, there are so many things that I just seem to know how to do. I can carry a tune, I can sew my own clothes, I can knit my own sweaters. I understand wardrobe sizing and human nature. I can speak up for myself and others. I am not afraid to be myself, and I encourage others to be true to their own spirits. I keep a clean house, and I never burn bridges. I have learned to find value in my life, and how to give life to my values. I eat what my body craves when I'm hungry because I was never told to clean my plate. I know my internal clock because I was never given a bedtime. I find comfort and creativity in quiet hours because I was given room to breathe. I guess those crazy, beatnik parents really knew what they were doing after all.

PeeWee and Knitting...

...go together like peanut butter and jelly. I was watching PeeWee's Playhouse tonight and found yet another knitting reference! There are dinosuars that live in the mousehole in his wall and the mother dinosuar was knitting!!!!!

In other news, I have a sewing itch, possibly brought on by Grumperina and Knitting Iris, so I joined the Apron Along! Yea!