Sweet llamas of the Bahamas!
Livejournal is back up! Thank you, God, now my life can go on!
(goes back to combing her friends’ pages)
Livejournal is back up! Thank you, God, now my life can go on!
(goes back to combing her friends’ pages)
Hey, I shaved nine years off! Ten, next month!
You Are 26 Years Old |
26
13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what’s to come… love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You’ve had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You’ve been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax. |
What does our beautiful daughter write when there’s nobody around but me? This.
And what does she write when someone comes over to visit, and she is sitting on the floor right at his feet? This.
Great. Just great.
…and man, did it feel good.
I got a couple of skeins of worsted-weight yarn from South America via Handpaintedyarn.com’sebay store, some Lamb’s Pride worsted in color Clematis to make a Coronet hat with, two skeins of Lorna’s Laces in a blue/green/purple variegated colorway called “Lakeview” to make socks with (I’ve never done that before!), and two little balls of white angora (Grignasco Princesse from Spain) to make teeny fuzzy baby booties with. I might try to dye the angora, but I’m kind of afraid to. My last dyeing experiment didn’t go so hot. Maybe if I used something besides Kool-Aid…
Okay, that’s the splurge. Back on the wagon!
I made my first pair of mittens! Not earth-shattering news, I know, but I’m proud.
The yarn is from Serendipity in South America, and I had been saving it for the right occasion. These mittens will be for my mom, who is getting married this month. I’m going to be making an additional pair in a complementary green for her fiancee, and a lover’s mitten, extra big with one green and one blue cuff so they can hold hands.
They’re warm aaaallll over!
(xposted to knitting and my own journal)
ETA: My mom now has my journal address, so Mom, if you’re reading this, I abandoned the plan upon learning that Dennis apparently hates all color. The fuddy duddy! Also, the mittens tend to fall off my my hands, so I know they’d fall off of yours. Well, it was a nice idea, anyway.
I just love opening my DR office for the holidays, and visiting other folks too. It’s like a high tech “Parade of Homes.” 🙂
I’m down by the Strand in the Crossing. Y’all come.