1. It takes a lot to shake my to my core (not really). Desperate Housewives will be having their last season. I was unable to move for about a week when I heard this, and even now writing that last sentence I still feel slightly off. I have a feeling that when the hope of a new episode of Desperate Housewives has gone, I will become the Desperate one. I'll be the Desperate Writer.
2. The weather here is actually pleasant enough for me to spend some time outside without hating that ball of fire in the sky. Not to hot, not to cold, just right, like porridge. There were a few mornings where I even wore a sweater. See, that wish for some cooler weather of mine really did come true. Maybe I'm magic. I wonder how I'll use my powers next . . .
3. I wanted to finish the two things that I had on the needles before I posted.You'll only be able to see one of them, because the other one was a baby sweater and I wanted to put buttons on it before you got to see it. Right on cue, I can't remember where I put my buttons. That sweater will be a while.
4. I've been having some pretty wired dreams lately (is there such thing as a normal dream though?). Like last night I dreamed that I was living with a blind man on Nantucket Island. He had four kids from a previous marriage. I do remember that the blind guy I was living with wouldn't let me give the kids cereal for breakfast. The night before that I dreamed that I was King Henry the Eighth. I do believe I ditched the current wife, (whichever one it was) and ran off to live in the Italian country side with Sir Tomas Moore. I may or may not have dreamed that I chopped his head off too. About a week ago I dreamed that I was trying to out run a train. I may have beat the train (was I running to save my blind husband, and his four children?).
(I apologize for that impromptu look into my head. It ain't pretty in there.)
See, four perfectly good reasons for my silence. Actually, it was like 3.2 good reasons, and 0.8 okay reasons: it's not like I blog in my sleep.
When I'm not busy writing, and dreaming happy/bizarre/unrealistic dreams, I've been knitting this: (Sorry for all the pictures, There was really about double what you're seeing here. I weeded out the ones that I say are just to weird for people to see.)
|Just having a little soak in the tub|
Here's a few shots of the blocking:
|bigger than a shawlette, smaller than a boat cozy|
|a close up of the lace|
|It looks big on a short person. But because of the way that I assed up the directions, it was twice the size of what it should be.|
|The boxwood is not moved.|
|The Sweet Annie is scared.|
I think I may need to learn that a few good pictures are better than a lot of crappy ones. Bear with me please.