My Yarn Came!

Well, not that way. Finally got it in the mail Saturday and I still haven't cast on Eliz I, even though....



....I basically ripped the swatch off the needles so I wouldn't have to look for another pair the same size (or waste time binding off) and then.....I dithered about the cast on I should use. (I'm thinking long-tail). It's here! It's here! I can barely believe it.















At the Live Oak Festival in Berkley yesterday, I picked up this darling baby penguin postcard/picture (yeah, I need a picture of it here) that Sheri Rice made. Oddly enough, her business is called Paper Quilts. I'm pointing out the log cabin looking pictures to my Sheri (My BFF! And Ra & Sophie's Mommy) before I realize the various quilt patterns are not accidental. Yeah, my grasp of the obvious is........well, never mind.

A few long distance shots of the Festival. They had some amazing crafts there. No knitting in public, come to think of it. Not even the woman selling the knitware - not that I did more than finger a few scarves in her booth. There was a weaving loom in the booth next to her. I would love to learn to weave on a loom.




I did manage to finish back and front of the shell, which should be merrily blocking away but instead I seamed the shoulders (a 3 needle bind off looks dumb on garter stitch - is there any way I can just look at a project and just know that without trying it? Any way? Other than experience, I mean. It's sitting there while I debate seaming the whole thing together for the final I-cord edging and figuring out the blocking later, or block it while it's still reasonably flat. Yeah, Critter Blanket tonight during - Whoops! Must go! The 4400 at 9 on USA. (The Closer w/Kyra Sedgewick premieres tomorrow at 9pm on TNT. I can't quite decide whether I like the show or not).

I'll probably be compulsively reading The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls, during it anyway. That girl had one messed up interesting upbringing.


The view from the million dollar houses they've been building in my neck of the woods. Yup, right next to a rock quarry. I was actually trying to get a shot of the full moon but....

Finished reading Dies the Fire by S. M. Stirling (483 pages). It's an apocalyptic tale that follows the fates of a Wiccan and her coven; a lapsed Lutheran pilot and his small plane passengers; the Willamette Valley and Portland area after 6:15 March 15th when something causes all electricity to fail and changes the properties of gunpowder etc.

A sort of a cross between 1066 and Star Date whatever, it was an entertaining, fairly plausible look at what the world turns into when, well, if not the clock - the capabilities turn back in time. The only thing I wish (other than the "love" scenes being rewritten because they were soooo dopey) was that a couple of the characters had shown up at the end. And that somebody knew how to knit and spin and they mentioned it. Crops, swordfighting, horsetraining, cattle, archers, yes. But c'mon, no spinners? No knitters? Phhht.