Wednesday, June 28, 2006
WooHOO!! Got more great yarn from Mandy for more Caps for the Cure! Boy, oh BOY, I just love getting packages in the MAIL! And I'm such a schleb, too, because I knew she was sending these and I still got excited!
Saturday, June 24, 2006
AREN'T THESE GREAT?!?


Saturday, June 17, 2006
SATURDAY MORNING SnB
Here are some of the gals who keep me knittin' pretty. We meet every Saturday morning at the local coffee house from about 9:00 to noon (or however long we can convince ourselves to stay). We're all at different levels of knitting, with Caryn being our 'local expert' (though she'd beg to differ). I'm on the left, then Caryn, Anita (we like to call her "Aknita"), my sister Molly (who, though a school teacher, refuses to learn to read a pattern), and Brooke (who told us today she PREGGERS!). The only one missing is Kay. I'll catch her next time, though.
AKNITA'S UNFROGGABLE PROJECT
It was sad. She'd worked on it for weeks. The pattern was difficult to read, especially for a beginning knitter with no fear. We all tried to help. Even me. (That was more like the blind leading the blind.)
We'd seen it done before. Karen, frustrated with a quick-knit cardigan sewn together wrong (we blame ourselves; there was a lot of yakking), and having a heck of a time trying to frog it, impulsively and with no regret tossed the whole project into the trash can. We were shocked. (Although I have to admit I was a bit impressed, myself.)
But we all learn by example. Even those of us old enough to use our mom's words on our own kids. Aknita tried to fix her mistake. I tried, too. So did Karen. In the end, after hours of picking and pulling and snipping and bitching, what else could she do? A precedence had been set.
We'd seen it done before. Karen, frustrated with a quick-knit cardigan sewn together wrong (we blame ourselves; there was a lot of yakking), and having a heck of a time trying to frog it, impulsively and with no regret tossed the whole project into the trash can. We were shocked. (Although I have to admit I was a bit impressed, myself.)
But we all learn by example. Even those of us old enough to use our mom's words on our own kids. Aknita tried to fix her mistake. I tried, too. So did Karen. In the end, after hours of picking and pulling and snipping and bitching, what else could she do? A precedence had been set.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
THIS SWATCH HAD ME IN STITCHES!
I don't know what happened to me, but a couple nights ago, before bed, I thought I'd try and knit up a gauge swatch for this great-looking sweater in the book Hot Knits by Melissa Leapman.
Well.
I was using Debbie Bliss Cotton Cashmere, a really beautiful yarn, but also quite slippery on Addi circs.
Not being real familiar with lace, I was trying my darndest just to see if I could accomplish a swatch in the lace pattern written. Instead of winding down for bed, I got so wound UP in this dumb, slippery, swatch that my frustration level (and blood pressure) kept rising.
Then I made a little "harRUMPH" noise. Which turned into a little giggle. Which then turned into a laugh. Which led me to hoots and guffaws and screeching laughter that finally caused my son, waaaay down the hall with his headphones on, to come to our room to find out, "What's the matter with mom?"
I could barely see through my tears as I found my way downstairs. By the time all was said and done, my insides ached, my nose was stuffed up, and my face looked like I'd had a bad botox job.
There is a fine line between hysterical laughter and just plain hysterics.
Well.
I was using Debbie Bliss Cotton Cashmere, a really beautiful yarn, but also quite slippery on Addi circs.
Not being real familiar with lace, I was trying my darndest just to see if I could accomplish a swatch in the lace pattern written. Instead of winding down for bed, I got so wound UP in this dumb, slippery, swatch that my frustration level (and blood pressure) kept rising.
Then I made a little "harRUMPH" noise. Which turned into a little giggle. Which then turned into a laugh. Which led me to hoots and guffaws and screeching laughter that finally caused my son, waaaay down the hall with his headphones on, to come to our room to find out, "What's the matter with mom?"
I could barely see through my tears as I found my way downstairs. By the time all was said and done, my insides ached, my nose was stuffed up, and my face looked like I'd had a bad botox job.
There is a fine line between hysterical laughter and just plain hysterics.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
KNITTING FOR AMY
I just finishsed my second chemo hat for my second friend undergoing chemo. Amy was diagnosed with breast cancer this past March. Due to her fabulous ability to micromanage, she has already completed a double mastectomy, the first stage of reconstruction, and her first round of chemo. This is a rather blurry photo of her during her Race for the Cure this past month. Amy is dear to my heart and a constant inspiration to me.
Love you, Sparky!
CP
Love you, Sparky!
CP
Monday, June 12, 2006
I'M SUCH A HAPPY GIRL!

So here's a couple tops I already can't wait to knit! Aren't they great? Love 'em!! Yippee, Caps For The Cure!


Friday, June 02, 2006
FINISHED SUMMER SHELL -- w/additions
