Yarns....

The above photo is a custom dye by Alligator Knits on BFL, available is one multi color skein and the trim skein of green.



Koi Pond, BFL, Dyed by Tykie Knits
The very bottom, you can barely see it, brownish/ almost with a hint of purple is Purewool. I'll take a better picture in a bit.




Still to come..... pink/green/brown on BFL and Selah Heartwood. Maybe.

Jade monkey in progress

I make chunky monkeys. As is evident by the picture above. This is my little Kylan, in crocheted shorties. He's quickly approaching the 3 year old mark and I'm having a hard time remembering him being so little.


Just wanted to post a quick progress picture.

It's picture time

This is me! And I have no idea why my typing is font is blue. And underlined. Anyway, this photo was taken at the top of Hogsback in mid-October.


This goofball, lunatic is my boyfriend. We were taking pictures of his facial hair and he decided to do some crazy faces. This particular look is the Manchurian Biker, Take Two.


Because that last picture looked scary, I decided to add a less insane looking picture.

My pumpkin hugger. :)

Book wants

Am hanging out at starbucks waiting for the caffeine to kick in and for it to be safe to go home. I don't really want to deal with the kids, so if I wait long enough, I will know that Scott will have put them to bed.

Anyway, I just wanted to post to say that I really...really....really want Vogue knitting : the ultimate guide to knitting. It's a knitting technique/ reference/ pattern book that I'm lusting over, but won't let myself buy because I've purchased WAYYYYYY Too much yarn this month. I've told myself that until I sell something or get some extra $$ from knitting something in, I'm not allowed to buy it.

Maybe I'll drop some oh so subtle hints to Scott that I'd like it to show up under the Christmas tree this year. Those oh so subtle hints normally go like this: "Hey Scott, have you thought of what you want for Christmas yet this year?" He says no. I say, "Oh. Well, in case you were wondering, I want this book Vogue Knitting. Do you want me to send you an email link to it? Or are you going to write that down."

The boy can be dense sometimes.

But I still love him.

I'm an amazing woman, I know. :)

Feel like a stalker

A political stalker, that is. We don't have cable, or any tv stations for that matter, at home, so I find myself obsessively refreshing the CNN home page on my computer as though something drastic and important will have happened in the last minute. Polls don't begin to close for another five hours, at the earliest, so there isn't even anything that interesting to report yet. Obama voted. McCain voted. Palin, that silly twit, voted and won't say who she voted for. Duh, she voted for herself. She wrote herself in. I'd bet on it.

Blah.

The title pretty much says it all for me today. I'm blah. Not really motivated. Not really anything. Just blah.

My uncle died yesterday in a motorcycle accident. This is terrible on several accounts, but from my perspective, although I didn't know him well, I liked this guy. Which sounds kinda trite, but of my extended family, uncle j. was really pretty cool. In a very unusual offbeat sorta way. Also, the way he died was pretty terrible. Motorcycle accident. I love me some motorcycle. And I know he did to. So to die from doing what you love to do is intrinsically terrible. And at the same time gratifying to know he at least died doing something he loved. Anyway the whole thing sucks, my mom is really tore up about it and my aunt is falling apart. I'm just kinda blah.

I don't particularly care for funerals, nor do I care for the customs surrounding death. Why should I feel compelled to go "say goodbye" to a loved one by staring at a dead body and saying my farewells. I know that sounds cold, but think about it for a moment: the stuff that animated that body, the person who resided within it, is gone. What's left is just, well, dead flesh. Frankly, dead creeps me out a bit. I'd rather take a walk through the woods and and settle my thoughts, formulate my goodbyes and grieve in my own way. Although I know that there is a time for finding solace in others, I just don't find that solace in the stuffy, smelly (really, have you ever been in a funeral home that wasn't kinda stinky?) overly dark rooms of the local funeral homes. I'd much rather help myself to the offered courage and love of my family in a familiar and comforting setting.

And while we are on the topic of death, for the love of all that is holy, people should be allowed to grieve. And to talk about dead ones without the unwelcome uncomfortable sense that most get when this happens. You're going to cry when someone you love dies. You are going to grieve and want to wail and scream and rail against somebody for the terrible unfairness of it all. And you're still going to feel that way two weeks later when you have to go back to work and resume normal activities. And it's likely that you'll still feel that way a year later. Or three. It's normal, and people need to accept that, allow others to grieve and to cry and scream if they need to. Without feeling uncomfortable or embarrassed or silly. It's life. It is the way it is.

Jade Monkey

Another knitterly update. This one for another swap momma. The yarn is Jade Monkey, and it's knitting up gorgeous! I'll have a tough time letting it go. It's quite dreamy to knit with. And the colors are...well...beautiful. The picture above is for the benefit of the momma they are going to. The measurements around the hips, at rest, are about 16.5 inches, maybe a little bigger.



I know that some don't like pooling, but personally, I like the way it looks. What do you think?