tiptoeing into the fray

look at me, mom! i'm blogging!

i don't really have much to say today, but i ended up at our delightful little blog and thought i would add my $.02. which, apparently, is roughly equivalent, in today's currency market, to NADA. how 'bout that.

i will say, inspired by windy's crafting posts, that i'm working on a baby blanket. if by "working" you mean "obsessively looking for patterns, measurements, and ideas that would work with my 4 yards of flannel that i already bought instead of doing the work they're paying me for ooops i shouldn't have mentioned that i'm not working," which i think you do.

the good news? already have the fabric.
the bad news? no idea what i'm making and my friend is so pregnant that apparently she's losing things that you need to stay pregnant, things that have to do with words like "mucus" and "plug."

YES YOU HEARD ME MUCUS PLUG MUCUS PLUG MUCUS PLUG.

what is grosser, the "mucus" part or the "plug" part? i'm going for the plug part.

anyway. yeah. if you have any easy baby blankets that need 4 yds. or less of fabric, drop me a line!

In Honor of the Pretty Faces Empire,
As always,
Sam

Hot Arugula Action

I'm finally making something for myself, and boy is it purdy:



A sock that matches my eyes! Outstanding.

Times Square Time Out

I took a knitting vacation (I figured the TSA would confiscate my needles, boo) to visit my brother Bubba in New York. It was a wonderful action-packed weekend, and I got to see many old college friends. But now I need a "real" weekend!

Knitting My Way Through

This is hard to write about.

I left my husband on August 30, 2007, and since that time have been consumed by creativity. I am atoning for that destruction with creation. Every time I pick up the needles I am making a new thing, a wholly good thing, a gift. I've not made anything for myself since then. I've made a hat for a baby, mittens for my son, et cetera. I'm working on fingerless gloves for a little girl. Yet I still have so many projects that are no longer inspiring. I was going to make Christmas stockings for my family, but only finished my own. I got about 80% through Tyler's and then I bagged it. It's still just sitting there.

I was going to knit a sweater for myself (lacy, openwork) and managed to finish the front and part of a sleeve.

This year I want to finish things. I want to give things. I want to be grateful for each stitch, for each smooth color change, for each end woven in.