Monday, May 30, 2005

More realizations

I have figured out that I can never read other blogs until after I have posted on my own. That way, I won't be discouraged and feel inadequate. And how can I improve if I don't practice?

I have figured out that this new template has a problem: The comments don't seem to show the commenter's info. They all look anonymous. So leave your names if you comment! until I get this fixed.
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Famous Knitter Moments

It seems that lately I have had several “famous knitter moments”, that is, moments that remind me of the exploits of some famous knitters whose blogs I have been reading of late.

Moment #1: I was waiting in a restaurant for my teenage son, who was playing in a card tournament. I was, of course, eating and knitting. I went to the washroom, and as I turned to close the door, what did I see but a spare ball of wool lying fifteen feet behind me in the middle of the restaurant aisle, the trail of wool still leading to my pocket.

Moment #2: I remarked to my dear hubby that a few of the people in my email group for the “domestically challenged” were also knitters. He smiled at me and said, “ Well, of course that would make sense, knitters don’t do housework.” Hmmmm.

Moment #3: My first customer of the day, here at my place of employ, was a (usually cheerful) lady with a bunch of kleenex in her hand, and an aura of grief that was palpable. Her sorrow made her look like a blue Star Wars hologram. Seems she had to take her cat to it’s last trip to the vet this morning. The cat was 22 years old, and had never been sick. The cat just gave her “the sign”, and she did what she had to do. I almost started crying too. Then the next person through the door was dear hubby, who had just had a tiff with a relative. That relative came in next, to let us know how upsetting the tiff had been. I was reeeeeeeally upset now.
Did I turn to chocolate? Strong drink? Did I run down the street tearing out large clumps of my hair and emitting strange middle-eastern ululating noises at high volume?
I dug out my dishcloth cotton and my short needles and knit up a hand-towel. By the time I was ¾ finished, I felt much calmer. Of course, I have loads of work to catch up on now…

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Friday, May 20, 2005

Saturday, June 11, 2005!
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Looooooong Weekend

Yay, it's about time for some quality knitting time here in the OK corral. Plus some quality knitblogging time. Gotta get some pictures here, looks bland.

I have found I can knit at work, especially while waiting for customers or the slow computer, if the project is very small. I got myself some children's (short) needles, and do dishcloths. I like using knitted dishcloths--if they are round, not too big, and are tightly knit to stand up to the abuse. Perfect little work projects.
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Wednesday, May 18, 2005

The State Of My Union

Well, here I am, folks, intending to blog every day. Can't promise anything, though. We've been burned too many times before, haven't we?
One thing I can do, as a fledgling blogger, is to NOT read everyone else's blogs before I do my own. Wrong Thing To Do. All I need to do is compare my post to a NorgeThingy, or a Yarn Harlot, to feel completely inadequate and illiterate. ( Please note, those of you who may puzzle at such a very short links list, that I read way more than that--there are a bajillion knitting blogs out there, almost all of them cooler than mine. I just stopped making links, there were too many.)
Another thing I am going to do from now on is have stuff on my blog that I care about, a wee bit more than just knitting. (Stuff like climbing out of a deep hole of depression, stuff like deep-seated feelings of anxiety and inadequacy? NOPE. All I am capable of saying on these subjects is: find God and a good doctor; & meds.) Stuff like my adorable kids, long-suffering friends, housework challenges. Stuff like my adorable trucker husband. Stuff like my adorable work-place, which I Can't Talk About Right Now. ('Cuz stuff is "in the works" there that I can't talk about yet, but I can hardly wait, lemme tell ya!)
I live in a reeeeeally small town, but it's not the smallest town around these parts! Try 800 people, folks! We have NO traffic lights, unless you count the blinking red light out on the highway intersection. It's supposed to draw attention to the stop sign which was placed there to try and prevent cars from just wandering onto the highway into the path of big tractor-trailer trucks. It has been working--lately. We are also a big enough town that our level-crossings over the rail lines have those cool flashing red lights. But no barriers come swinging down--we're not big enough for that!
Having said all that, I just Love This Town. Been here for 25 years, and I love it more and more, totally inexplicable. My sister (in-law) couldn't wait to escape--27 years ago. Graduated, and gonzo-alonzo, she was Outta Here. She thinks I am completely nuts.
Well, some more ranting tomorrow.
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Monday, May 16, 2005

Oh, my aching everything

Wow. I am exhausted. My situation at work is horrible. Completely yucky. I won't bore you with the details.

Knitting- I have way too many WIP's. I am afraid to try and count them.

We will try to post again when we have some decent knitting news. I think my new pretty layout will help. I took a Blogger Templates template called "Sunflowers" and started dinking around with it, when suddenly, the colour looked like Belleek! (Irish porcelain). I love it, I find it soothing.
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Merino? Mohair? Alpaca? Someday!!

adopt your own virtual pet!