Oh...Koigu...yer so pretty

Knitting time has been thin these days, with freelance and a wedding to plan (YIKES!) and real estate purchases in our near future (triple YIKES!). Yet, it's never been so calming to sit down and contemplate the perfect spring and mild sheen that koigu has when knit up into a sock. I'm knitting another anklet actually, even in winter i'm not a fan of socks that go all the way up. Some girls calves just need ta be free.

:: circa 1972 ::

So, My sister has been scanning in all of our family photos, much to her own chagrin probably.

Circa 1972
My dad, after probably exhuastive research, learned that 35mm was the highest quality film he could shoot, shot 1000s of photos in a format doomed to bore every dinner guest to walk into our family home.

Skip to 2006
My sister sends this photo. It moves me to tears. It's a photo of me as an infant being held by my grandmother, and she just as the most earnest look on her face, I suppose the image needs to be larger. But it's not the typical "Smile you're feeding the baby" kind of photography art direction my dad is known for.

But I still can't help to think that in this photo:

1. Richard Nixon was president of the United States
2. Roe v. Wade, was being decided in the Supreme Court
3. Our TV had four channels ... NBC, ABC, CBS, PBS, WOR (like fox only more ghetto and decidedly less simpsonesqe)
4. In order to change said channel, one had to get up off their rear end to turn the dial.
5. The word video game was incomprehensable — Atari was still 6 years off.
6. If you wanted to see a movie you went to a movie theater (sans fandango). No VHS, No DVD, No On Demand. (These people, played BRIDGE! and drank RYE! and who can blame them?)
7. My Fiancee was taking his first steps
8. I was wearing cloth diapers because pampers were still new and according to mom, outrageously expensive.
9. Mick Jagger, was already rich bastard. (talented, but he did study finance at the london school of economics folks)
10. The woman holding me, grandma, is still deeply missed.

6 weird things about me

Inspired by the ever so talented Schrodinger.

1. When I was a kid, my mom gave our pets dialog. They spoke to us and were our friends, more like siblings actually. And I was about 9 before I figured out that every time the cats talked my mom's mouth moved. She still makes her cats talk. This terrifies my fiancee.

2. I can not tie my shoes. Unless you count the bunny ears method,— but I never mastered the squirrel around the tree method. Generally, I wear shoes that don't tie. I have look around twice at the gym to make sure no one sees me tie my sneakers. Countless people have tried to teach me, including teachers, friends, parents, and a therapist. I knit, yet, the whole squirrel around the tree thing, just doesn't work for me.

3. I may be the worlds only disorganized germ freak. Papers everywhere, fine, no problem, a scrap of food on the floor? Now THAT breeds bacteria, attracts vermin or worse. After cutting chicken on a cutting board, I am tempted to pour boiling kettle water on it. I refrain, because this is ridiculous, but modern anti-germ marketing has done me in. In a big way.

4. I hate the sound of steel wool. It has a sound when you pull it apart and that sound hurts my head.

5. I am terrified of fire. It has always scared me, rendered me panicked when it appears even the slightest bit out of control (...like, when a barbecue flares up, for example).

6. I fantasize that loved ones who've passed on to whatever place they go to, get to look in on you on special days. Like, for example, on Christmas my grandfather can look in and see a slice of my life. Through that slice he can see how his son grew up and the whole family and his great grandchildren. Apparently in my fantasy, there are only so many slots (you know like cable ports on your computer). There are a lot of dead people, so it's kind of a lottery thing. To clarify, I don't ACTUALLY believe you can be visited by the dead, I just think it would be cool.

:: Hiatus Ended ::

Like that didn't take long enough.

Well Ms. Tabitha is in kitty heaven, rolling around in a big catnip plant, or as she once did in real life, gorging on an unattended bag of dryfood until she can't move.

Sadly, I kept trying to write and I'd see her photo and get sad — and I couldn't remove it for obvious reasons. Now her photo makes me smile again and I can write again. Silly me with the lack of foresight! Hello!

Anyway, to Susie and Annoymous, your comments were well appreciated at the time, thank you for your heartfelt words, they meant a lot even if I could not respond right away. (darn photos)

Now on to knitting. I've finished a Hat and some socks since last post. Photos to come! yey!

:: End of Hiatus Coming soon ::

Well

My blog hiatus will be over soon. My sick kitty had cancer, I have been tending to her needs for the last three months, a chore that took almost all of my time, and given that she's been so loving to me, I was happy to do it.

In the meantime I have finished a Multi-Directional Scarf (knit in bed with ailing elderly cat). And I forgot how much handmade objects allow you to bring one aspect of your life into another in a good way. I call the multi-directional scarf "Tabitha's scarf" and everytime I put it on I remember her purring under the covers as I made it.

It's nice to have that with me when i walk out into the cold.

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Oak Ribbed Anklet

Voila! one oak ribbed anklet. I don't knit anklets out of laziness, I knit them because I like short socks. My calves are long, and socks have never fit me right, okay, duh, maybe I should make long socks that fit me....we'll let that one wait for cooler weather...

anyway.
yarn is flames from sundara yarn, seems she's not carrying the colorway -- even in her discontinued multicoloured yarn section... :(

....and.....she....waits....

more with the bummer posts.
but i'm still waiting for results on my sick kitten. the lab messed up her slides so we're still in a holding pattern. she hasn't been a kitten in 15 years, but she'll always be a kitten to me.

she loves attention (fro me only actually) and she's sitting here with me as a I type.