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April 20, 2010 at 10:52 pm (General WhatsIt)
Made another trillium flower, with some mods. I wanted it to look like an actual trillium flower, so I knit the white petals in white dishcloth worsted cotton. I added some extra rows of knit and purl to make the petals longer. I knit the green leaves as per the pattern in plain old stashed green acrylic. The anthers I made with Soy silk yarn I also had sitting around in my stash.
I wonder if I can make up a trillium headpiece for a renn faire a la A Maiden’s Glory from the Anticraft… except without all the crochet.
Fussy…. fussy… crochet.
April 19, 2010 at 6:24 pm (General WhatsIt)
I needed a simple flower for an embellishment…. so some scrap yarn and an hour later…. voila!
November 11, 2008 at 12:09 am (General WhatsIt)
Tomorrow (Tuesday) I return to the place I went and interviewed with on Thursday for another interview. I’ve already completed some of their required application testing, so this should be the final no-holds-barred interview that determines if I get hired or not. So send a few good vibes my way… k?
I’m really nervous, not so much about the interview, but really more about life in general. On the 24th the Mister goes in for leg surgery, so its make or break time here for Stephieface employment. I need something, and I need it now… you know? I just hope everything doesn’t fall apart and screw the rest of the year. That would really suck.
Then, my cousin is holding a Thanksmas party at the beginning of Dec, and though I really would like to go… I have no idea how things will be then. Will the Mister be kosher to travel? Will I be able to drive there and back all by my lonesome, since its his pedal hitting foot that will be out of commission? Will we be able to afford it then, since that’s when the paycheck switch up will hit?
A tender thread they say… le sigh…
When I’m feeling a little stressed, like now, I start thinking of my fantasy yarn shop. A yarn shop which I own and get to handpick all of the employees. Like the guy working the cash register would be Ian McShane.
He would use that voice of his to convince customers just how scandalously wonderful the new yarn is. Customers might even get a little squiggly when he gives them store coupons to use, like he was doing it just for them.
Then, for the Technical Service… you know, knots that can’t be undone, dropped stitches, trying to find the end of a yarn skein… I would have David Tennant…
Because anyone who have ever been a Doctor and a Time Lord would most certainly be able to fix those kinds of problems. Of course, I may have some issues with customers intentionally putting knots in yarn and losing skein ends just so they require his services… but I wouldn’t blame them.
Then there would be the guy in charge of patterns and books… MIchael Sheen, because he makes this small squirrelly part of me just squee…
Then, my stockers… dressed shirtless in kilts all day… Gerard Butler (of course!)…
And Richard Armitage…
And rolling around in the Merino would be Jensen Ackles…
Because Merino is my favorite fiber, and well… Jensen rolling around in it would make it awesome.
Then, because I believe in a full service LYS, there would be a small coffee counter and serving your espressos and Earl Grey would be Zachary Quinto…
Because, couldn’t you imagine that smile serving you coffee?
Yes… that is indeed my happy place. Wouldn’t you love to come and join me?
October 16, 2008 at 10:42 am (General WhatsIt)
On Monday night we got back from visiting my parents. The Mister had come home earlier in the weekend with Zach, so it was just me and FDs on the way home. Seeing as the children are just as carcaleptic as I used to be, I was pretty much left to my own devices to keep myself awake.
On Saturday, we went to the Maryland Renaissance Festival. It was awesome as always. We got to watch jousting and sword fighting…
…And eat sweet treats….
I also got to watch my favorite Renaissance show… Hack & Slash…
There was a lot of playing, and a couple of mohawks…
Signs for the Naked Mountain Winery (which I figure would be a cold place to work at, what with everyone being naked and all… and I really don’t want to think about how they stir things there)
and glancing at Chapman’s Mill as I drove by, remembering how once my sister and I skipped school and went there… and how spooky I thought it was…
It was an awesome time.
Also, I discovered something disturbing while in Virginia (which has nothing to do with my family or the trip, it was ust something I discovered while there) that the girl who plays ‘Stephanie’ from Lazytown is 17. 17!!
Oh, and I might have a job… woohoo!
October 10, 2008 at 9:03 am (Pratchetty Posts)
Make sure your sound is on for this :D
October 8, 2008 at 10:57 am (General WhatsIt)
My weekends are usually quite tame. Then there are the weekends when the kids do crazy stuff. Crazy stuff that we can’t even imagine what they were thinking when they did them. Like, for example, why did Sam fall asleep like so?
As you can see here he has fallen asleep with a bucket on his head, a glove on his foot, there are pants on his face, and he’s managed to put one leg of jammy pants over his jeans on his left leg.
How did he manage to get himself in to this predicament?
I’m also entertained on how my Mister can’t take a picture to save his life… (methinks he gets a little too close)
Yeah… that’s me. Flattering, don’t you think?
Next weekend we’re heading off to MD & VA to see the Stephieface Parental Units. Woohoo!
In December, a few of us (if you can call about a hundred knitters and crocheters from Ravelry’s Ankh-Morpork Knitting Guild a few) decided that after hearing that our favorite author, Terry Pratchett, was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimers we should all do something to show our support. Different ideas were bandied about, and then it was decided we would all contribute a square to an afghan… which soonly was named the Pratchghan.
The rules were simple, a 6 inch x 6 inch square with anything you wanted on it. It could be plain, or discworldy, it just had to be made in washing machine safe fibers.
All of the squares were sent to one very determined lady, cherryred (as she’s known on Ravelry… or just Shirley to everyone else) in Scotland who collected all the squares, sewed them together, and backed the whole Pratchghan. She added more rows when more people wanted to join in, and kept careful count of how many squares she had- that alone is pretty impressive.
At the Beginning of August, the Pratchghan was finally finished…
Then, on August 16th, something really really awesome happened… Shirley was able to hand over the Pratchghan to the Pratchman… in person… (at the Edinburgh Book Festival)…
And then a great giggle was shared by all as Shirley tried to fold it up…
Then the letters we had all sent with each square and the Pratchghan were all put away with Terry…
And after he signed Shirley’s copy of Thud!, he left to go get miked up for a reading, but not before saying “I still aten’t dead” (which seems kind of morbid if you haven’t read his books… but I assure you its very very funny).
Now that we know the Pratchghan resides happily with the Pratchman, we happily dream of him slumbering beneath it. We giggle when we wonder when he’ll discover that the Luggage square MamaGrouch made actually opens and has clothes inside. We’re curious if he’ll show it off to his friends, or if he’ll tell people about it. But most of all, we all now feel as though we have massively group hugged a man who is important to us all, a man who has made us laugh, a man who has made us dream, a man we hope the world never has to do without.
* Pictures used with permission from Shirley/cherryred. If you are a non Ravelry user and would like to see a closeup of some of the squares, go to the Pratchghan 2008 flickr site.
August 14, 2008 at 10:51 am (General WhatsIt)
When I was 23ish, I discovered that I was allergic to bees when a wasp flew down the back of my shirt and proceded to sting me several times. I didn’t know then that you find out if you are allergic to bees on the second sting, and after having been stung once as a child… this terrible occurance would in fact have been Sting #2. 20 minutes after the stinging I was being taken to the hospital where the nurses chided me for not owning an epi pen and not being more careful (how could I when I didn’t know until moments before?).
So I’ve taken great care since then to avoid bees, and their asses.
About a year and a half ago, Sam was stung by a wasp on a walk down the hill (at the old house) and I immediately ran him to the hospital there in South Side. I worried because I was allergic, and it was there that I learned that its the second sting that tells you.
So, I’ve been waiting with dread for the day that Sam gets stung a second time, knowing that it will happen at the most inconvienient of times (when I’d have no car) or I’d be in the most inconvienient place.
I didn’t have to wait for long.
First there was the whole to do when Sam came in screaming that he was stung, and after searching for a sting and not finding one while trying to talk through his tears. We learned later that he was bit by a bumblebee, so no issue there. Yesterday though, he came in screaming that he was stung, we checked where he said it was… and lo and behold he was stung. Luckily, our friend Ben was visiting so he checked the internets for signs and such while I wrangled the screaming crying Sam.
We did discover that Sam is not allergic to bees, yet we did discover something else.
We discovered why he was getting stung.
Apparently, after a conversation with the Mister about bees and stings, the Mister relayed to Sam about how if Mommy gets stung she has to go to the hospital because the sting could make her really really sick. Since that day, when Sam was outside and saw a bee he would step on it or kill it in some other fashion so they couldn’t sting me… even though I was in the house… because he didn’t want me to go to the hospital.
God bless his little heart… his awesome little bee murdering heart.
July 1, 2008 at 8:16 am (Extrally Special Days)
Today is Danny’s First Birthday. Its crazy to think that just a year ago is when my pudgy pink little squishy pants first arrived. I often forget that he’s only one, though the fact that I have to change diapers should clue me in somehow.
I would love to say, “oh remember when he was so little…” like we do with Sam and TJ… when we call them little frog boys because they would lay on your chest like a frog getting ready to jump… but Danny was never that small. Not when he pops out 2 and a half weeks early at 10 and a half pounds. He’s the same size as (or bigger than) babies older than him. Its crazy to think that giant baby came out of the no no place.
We never did figure out why he was so red for so long…
But he’s a pale little monkey now, the Mister smothering him in sunscreen before we make the fearful trek from the house to the car… he could combust from the sun’s rays on his pasty white skin!
So we celebrated his birthday a day early, when the Mister was still off from work, not that it really ruffled Danny any…
See? He just looks overwrought with concern doesn’t he?
Happy Birthday Baby Boy!