This weekend, I took a two-day workshop sponsored by the Charlotte Knitting Guild. It was taught by Merike Saarniit of Liisu yarns. With the browser crash that ate my post the first time I tried to write this, the sparkling text has been wrung right out of me. Therefore, I’ll just pass along my husband’s “witty” comment, repeated over the entire week: “I have to laugh every time you say you’re going to learn how to die in the microwave.”
Day one was dyeing yarn, day two was knitting with hand-dyed yarn, emphasizing using contrasting yarns and stitch patterns that may help reduce pooling. A good time was had by all!
Had a great time this weekend at a two-day workshop sponsored by the Charlotte Knitting Guild. Day one: dyeing yarn. Day two: knitting with hand-dyed yarn, including Estonian stitch patterns. I’ll post when I’m less wiped out.
This morning, my daughter got up at 6am as usual, so I groggily woke up, got her some cereal and then plopped back into bed to steal another 30 minutes of sleep.
While I was in bed just now and she was in the den, she let out three of the most blood-curdling terrified horror movie screams I have ever heard come out of anyone’s mouth. I was out the bedroom door without my feet ever hitting the ground. Then she shouted “OH NO OH NO OH NO! THERE’S SOMETHING ON MY LEG IT SHOULDN’T BE ON IT!” while pelting down the hall. By the time we met, there was nothing there. I didn’t see anything on her legs but her usual bumps and bruises. So she showed me the bottom of her foot.
“It isn’t a bug!” she said hopefully. And she was right.
The panic-inducing culprit? An inch-long piece of straw from packing a Jayne hat last night.
I’ve been working to get ahead of the knitting order line again, so haven’t had a chance to update for the last couple of days. I do have a really cute FO (finished object) that I posted about in the knitting community, but it’ll be a bit before I can put it up here.
Am also working with a Dragonrealms wedding client – it’s always nice when someone asks whether the LOOK on an item they want is too long, and it’s actually a reasonable length. It bodes well for the rest of the worksheet.
What a ho-hum entry. When I’m less tired, I’ll have to post about the nearly deserted Comalapa Salvadoran/Honduran restaurant and the waitress who spoke no English. That’s LJ-worthy.
Texture: creamy, firm, and pockmarked, like the love child of a plantain and Edward James Olmos. Odor: Extremely strong tropical fruit smell. Like the Dole factory floor in July.
At this point, it’s ready to eat. Unfortunately, we were booked up all day yesterday and didn’t have time to set up containment facilities required by the protocols for dealing with extraterrestrial fruits. It’s in the refrigerator, loosely tied in a plastic shopping bag. Hopefully the cold will slow its growth. Hey, it worked for The Blob.
Tonight, we’ll perform the surgery. God help us all.
