Pattern: A Bastardization of Cornelia Tuttle Hamilton's Willamsbro.

Yarn: Encore

What I Didn't Do: Read the directions all the way through before starting, nor did I look at the picture closely and neither did I comprehend that the contrast yarn was suppose to be a weight or two up from the main. I cast on with the contrast without realizing that the contrast was added later, by picking up stitches along the bottom and knitting in stockinette. So there I was, in the contrast part, cabling along with the main color part and when I realized the error of my cables, I decided I was keeping it as is. I also changed the cable pattern, on purpose.

Please excuse the jammies and the unwashed face and electric hair. With the temps hovering at 147 degrees below zero, in the shade, it's been Sunday Morning 'round here, all day.

And no, she's not signing to her homies. That's just standard Cakers' Sunday- Morning-All-Day casual fare.

Snow Rest for the Dreary
I tried to capture a shot of the blizzardy Snow Devils blowing down the street, but apparently, like witches and vampires, their images cannot be captured.

So instead, I bring you Shiver Me Timbers:



Shiver you.
Shiver me.
Shiver shadows
From a tree.

P.S. Today's Finished Object is sponsored by Mission Possible '08.

Labels: Bad Poetry, Knit Done, Missionary Style '08

The Dull
F.O. F.O.
I bore to tears, I know.
But no dull Sheila
When I drink Tequila.
F.O. F.O.

Anyway.

This is a hat.



This is another hat.



I knit these hats Mission-ary style, out of the Noro Fuji-no-Mojo. They will be donated to a chemo cap drive.



The Girl Grown Fast
Remember this little Nugget?



I posted that picture my first year In-Blog. Would you believe that she is currently wrapping up a very successful, premier season as a Girl Scout Cookie representative? She even made a couple cold calls.

And last night we received the much awaited phone call, with the news that she was selected to be in her school's production of Alice in Wonderland, as Gardner No. 3::Over 100 students tried out for 24 roles.::

The Girl Grown Wise
About once a week, in lieu of reading a bedtime story, I lie down with Cakers on the bed for what we call "girl talk," wherein I ask her to share a snippet from her day, and then share a snippet from mine.

Tonight she told me some goofy thing one of her friends had done at school. When I asked her why her friend did that goofy thing, Cakers paused, sighed with just a hint of drama, and said "She doesn't think her brain."

Gardener No. 3: Clearly a force to be rakened with.

Labels: Bad Poetry, Charity Knits, Knit Done, Missionary Style '08, My Daughter Scares Me

A little tuck here,
A little tuck there,
Some fabric glue
'Bout everywhere.

...and a Pseudo-Psuki at your pleasure.



Praise the Hoard (of works in progress) and rack me up an effin' FO.

I didn't cut the strap, but folded the ends and sewed them a bit deep. I think it's dandy, and hopefully handy.

My husband is relieved that all is well. I think he was growing weary (and anxious) of the need to offer hollow assurances that the Suki was "looking good" ("but....is it supposed to be that big?")

Just a Minute to Myself???

Making progress
On Brocade Nantucket,
Like bobbin' for amoebas
In a leaky bucket.

We bought The Cakers some finger puppets at the zoo. She'll bring them to me and demand a show. Then she'll toddle off and I'm free to knit until she returns for an encore performance. Tonight, she upped the ante-lope, and insisted that I wear the puppets while she played at leisure.

Nothing like a little tension breaker. To say nothing of the inherent difficulties in facilitating healthy relationships between links on the same food chain.




It's a jungle in here.

Labels: Bad Poetry, Knit Done, My Daughter Scares Me