A little eye-candy.
Winehouse's baby, called Cleo.
Fuzzarelly is Back
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Open on Sunday
Meant for yesterday. Still cannot upload photos.
I hope you took at least a moment today to think about all the many servicemen and servicewomen who were killed in our various wars and conflicts. Whether or not you believe in war, the fact remains that these folks did what their government asked and died in the process.
Their parents, family and friends loved them and mourned them. They were individuals, like me and you. War is so tragic to so many people. Let's try and stop it, okay?
So.
The Old Bardstown Fiber Festival wasn't quite as horrible as anticipated as I did make some money, mostly from the fine members of the Friendship Spinners Guild. The company of Lynne, Brigitte, and Martha was good and I really did have a good time on Saturday. And I didn't go back Sunday.
Amy Winehouse's babies are doin' great! At a little over 3 weeks old, they are starting to eat solid food. I reckon that by this weekend, they will begin to live outside. All four of Claudia's babies are still around! Since Floppy is no longer in the enclosure, they consider it their home base, although at least one is beginning to roam to the field across the alley and behind the church, close to The Evil Neighbor. Sigh. It seems that the females are the ones to stay close to "home" while the fellas have to leave to seek their own territory. That is the scary part.
Memorial Day is the symbolic first day of Spring, and today felt like it. Hot and humid. Thunderstorms are possible tonight.
I hope you took at least a moment today to think about all the many servicemen and servicewomen who were killed in our various wars and conflicts. Whether or not you believe in war, the fact remains that these folks did what their government asked and died in the process.
Their parents, family and friends loved them and mourned them. They were individuals, like me and you. War is so tragic to so many people. Let's try and stop it, okay?
So.
The Old Bardstown Fiber Festival wasn't quite as horrible as anticipated as I did make some money, mostly from the fine members of the Friendship Spinners Guild. The company of Lynne, Brigitte, and Martha was good and I really did have a good time on Saturday. And I didn't go back Sunday.
Amy Winehouse's babies are doin' great! At a little over 3 weeks old, they are starting to eat solid food. I reckon that by this weekend, they will begin to live outside. All four of Claudia's babies are still around! Since Floppy is no longer in the enclosure, they consider it their home base, although at least one is beginning to roam to the field across the alley and behind the church, close to The Evil Neighbor. Sigh. It seems that the females are the ones to stay close to "home" while the fellas have to leave to seek their own territory. That is the scary part.
Memorial Day is the symbolic first day of Spring, and today felt like it. Hot and humid. Thunderstorms are possible tonight.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Not for Resale
The sporadic blogging this week is because I have been fretting over a couple of things.
One thing happened on Wednesday whilst visiting friends Jerry and Jean. All of a sudden, my heart began beating fast, hard and loud, (loud to me anyway,) and for no apparent reason. It freaked me out because I firmly believe that hearts are important.
The really unnerving thing was that it didn't stop. Thirty minutes later, after drinking water and resting, it hadn't stopped.
Between my friends' house and my home is my doctor. Everyone took this slightly wild-eyed, yet strangely calm, woman seriously, and a time slot was found for me. At 4:30 in the afternoon. That is one of the really great things about living in a small and rural county. I have always been able to see the doc quickly without having to go to the urgent care facility or the hospital emergency room.
I wasn't able to see MY doctor, but I got to see A doctor, and he was A doctor that I knew because he's Sweetie's doctor.
Long story short, I had some blood work done and found that my cholesterol was higher than last time, had an EKG which was well within normal, and for 24 hours I wore a heart monitor. Just in case, since my mother's half-sister died of congestive heart failure at about the same age I am now. (The monitor was awful! At least the tape used to attach the five wire things. I have five angry pink areas on my refrigerator-white-bellyandchest-flesh.)
Yet, I am fine! Yay!!!
My other Fret Fest has been about this first Old Bardstown Fiber Festival this weekend in Bardstown, KY. I just have a bad feeling about this event , the details of which I won't spell out just in case I am wrong. (Except that I am particularly worried about their seeming lack of organization.) At least my friend Blue Acorn will be there, along with her strong son, He Who Can Tote Heavy Things. And I'll go because of Martha at The Weaver's Corner, who lives down in that neck of the woods, and who will also be there. You know, if it is a bad scene, I will just leave and come home to Sweetie who will have tomorrow off, and we'll eat pizza and watch DVDs.
One thing happened on Wednesday whilst visiting friends Jerry and Jean. All of a sudden, my heart began beating fast, hard and loud, (loud to me anyway,) and for no apparent reason. It freaked me out because I firmly believe that hearts are important.
The really unnerving thing was that it didn't stop. Thirty minutes later, after drinking water and resting, it hadn't stopped.
Between my friends' house and my home is my doctor. Everyone took this slightly wild-eyed, yet strangely calm, woman seriously, and a time slot was found for me. At 4:30 in the afternoon. That is one of the really great things about living in a small and rural county. I have always been able to see the doc quickly without having to go to the urgent care facility or the hospital emergency room.
I wasn't able to see MY doctor, but I got to see A doctor, and he was A doctor that I knew because he's Sweetie's doctor.
Long story short, I had some blood work done and found that my cholesterol was higher than last time, had an EKG which was well within normal, and for 24 hours I wore a heart monitor. Just in case, since my mother's half-sister died of congestive heart failure at about the same age I am now. (The monitor was awful! At least the tape used to attach the five wire things. I have five angry pink areas on my refrigerator-white-bellyandchest-flesh.)
Yet, I am fine! Yay!!!
My other Fret Fest has been about this first Old Bardstown Fiber Festival this weekend in Bardstown, KY. I just have a bad feeling about this event , the details of which I won't spell out just in case I am wrong. (Except that I am particularly worried about their seeming lack of organization.) At least my friend Blue Acorn will be there, along with her strong son, He Who Can Tote Heavy Things. And I'll go because of Martha at The Weaver's Corner, who lives down in that neck of the woods, and who will also be there. You know, if it is a bad scene, I will just leave and come home to Sweetie who will have tomorrow off, and we'll eat pizza and watch DVDs.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
May Cause Upset Stomach
Zippiknits asked about putting the partly knit shawl on a thread. Yes, I took it off the needles and placed it on a long piece of yarn. Not toooo scary, and I made only two, easily fixed boo boos in the process. But I had to do it. Not knowing how big it had become was driving me to crazy. (Crazy: Take exit 112)
The Azalea pattern is about the easiest lace pattern I've done. It is a twelve row repeat, and every other row is plain knit. Very sweet. And the six rows of pattern are so logical that I have not made any mistakes. That I know of. (Ms. Kinzel is known for her well-edited patterns.) There are 4 row patterns that I seem incapable of doing. But this? Piece o' cake. Really! Lace is not that hard, it just looks like it.
Bought a new weed eater this weekend and I took pictures of the pretty yard. Also took a snap of the barn. I looked for and found an actual photograph of the same barn from when we moved here, 1994.
We may not have fixed it up as much as I would like, but at least we have not let it deteriorate much.
Back then, the barn, and the back yard, contained so much junk and nasty stuff that we got $500 off the asking price because we said we'd deal with it. When I pulled a deer leg, old and dirty Pampers, and moldy bags of clothing out of a trash pile, I wished we had paid the extra money. My stomach is strong but some of this stuff was way past narsty.
The Azalea pattern is about the easiest lace pattern I've done. It is a twelve row repeat, and every other row is plain knit. Very sweet. And the six rows of pattern are so logical that I have not made any mistakes. That I know of. (Ms. Kinzel is known for her well-edited patterns.) There are 4 row patterns that I seem incapable of doing. But this? Piece o' cake. Really! Lace is not that hard, it just looks like it.
Bought a new weed eater this weekend and I took pictures of the pretty yard. Also took a snap of the barn. I looked for and found an actual photograph of the same barn from when we moved here, 1994.
We may not have fixed it up as much as I would like, but at least we have not let it deteriorate much.
Back then, the barn, and the back yard, contained so much junk and nasty stuff that we got $500 off the asking price because we said we'd deal with it. When I pulled a deer leg, old and dirty Pampers, and moldy bags of clothing out of a trash pile, I wished we had paid the extra money. My stomach is strong but some of this stuff was way past narsty.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Just Add Water
Knitting News! Yes, I do knit!
Finally placed the purple cashmere shawl on a thread, just to see how big (or small) it really is. Each morning, I am only able to complete two rows (or less) and I was despairing of ever completing the thing, let alone by August. State Fair Time, ya know. (The pattern is Azalea by Marianne Kinzel.)
So, I was happy to see a piece that measured almost four feet at its widest, in a quick pin out session on the bed. It looked so little while on the needles!
Now I know that I have plenty of yarn to finish and enough time that I can spare some mornings to work on socks. Yay!
It has been grey and damp here, but my window plants are loving it.
My former in-laws collected Hummell plates, as an investment, don't you know, and I secretly swore to never ever own anything Hummell made.
Then my dear friend Blue Acorn gifted me with this delightful pair of bunnies. Aren't they cute? They were marked, and I googled because she said they might be collectible, and - yep, they were made by a subsidiary of Hummell - early seventies. And I don't care. I love them!
Here is Hairy - or maybe Hairiette - in the back yard.
Finally placed the purple cashmere shawl on a thread, just to see how big (or small) it really is. Each morning, I am only able to complete two rows (or less) and I was despairing of ever completing the thing, let alone by August. State Fair Time, ya know. (The pattern is Azalea by Marianne Kinzel.)
So, I was happy to see a piece that measured almost four feet at its widest, in a quick pin out session on the bed. It looked so little while on the needles!
Now I know that I have plenty of yarn to finish and enough time that I can spare some mornings to work on socks. Yay!
It has been grey and damp here, but my window plants are loving it.
My former in-laws collected Hummell plates, as an investment, don't you know, and I secretly swore to never ever own anything Hummell made.
Then my dear friend Blue Acorn gifted me with this delightful pair of bunnies. Aren't they cute? They were marked, and I googled because she said they might be collectible, and - yep, they were made by a subsidiary of Hummell - early seventies. And I don't care. I love them!
Here is Hairy - or maybe Hairiette - in the back yard.
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