(Mask forgetting how to spell a word by making it cutesy.)

Okay, so do I join the Hip Knits clubs? I don’t go to night clubs, so I’m joining all these knit clubs. Great way to meet girls and yarn, not such a hot way to meet guys. Not that I’m looking, I’m just sayin’.

Kerrie has the cashmere club:

Each month members will receive one skein of cashmere hand dyed especially for the club. The skein of will weigh approx 100g and can be either lace, sock or aran weight (this needs to be specified when you first place your order, tell us that you either want the same weight yarn each month or any combination that you want! If you do not specify you will get sock weight yarn) and will come with an exclusive pattern available only to club members. Woo Hoo.

The standard cost of 100g cashmere is £15.00 plus postage. HipKnits cashmere club members will receive 3 x 100g skeins of cashmere for £40 including postage (UK and Europe) and £45 including postage (Rest of World).

That’s $82.27 for three skeins or $27.42 per skein. Not a bad price as I check it out.

She also has a silk club that’s opening up in a few weeks.

Decisions, decisions.


HP 7 Redux

June 29, 2006

Totally unrelated to HP, I’ve had a migraine every day this week. Do you think putting my head in a vise would help? Seems like a good option to me right now.

Okay, sorry, I’m done complaining.

Thanks for your Harry Potter thoughts. Here are mine. If they bore you, okay. We can’t all be scintillating.

I agree with Mo. I think that everyone could stay alive in Harry Potter and the story would be just as wonderful, maybe more so. The only disagreeable one I’d kill off might be Percy, but he’s just pompous, not evil. Hopefully he’ll outgrow that. I love all the Weasleys.

Can’t kill Harry, that doesn’t even make sense. She can’t be that existential. Wizarding life sucks and then you die. Yikes.

I don’t want her to kill off Snape; he’s not the bad guy. He’s just misunderstood–a little greasy and bitter, but misunderstood. I can’t dish on my theory because Lisa hasn’t read book six, but JK can’t kill him off. Secondly, the characters are so intertwined with the actors in my mind now, and I LOVE Alan Rickman. There is no other man on earth (with the exception of Jean-Luc Picard) who has more perfect diction. I’m a sucker for perfect diction.

And I can’t hate Lucius (I call him Luscious) because Jason Isaacs makes my old lady heart go pound pound. What is it about guys with long blond hair? Give me Legolas and Lucius any day. She can kill off Draco. I give her permission.

I love McGonagall too–both the book and the Maggie Smith version. No one is as hootily perfect as Dame Maggie. She was quite a looker in her day. And I LOVE her in Gosford Park.

I realize that I have gone off topic, but the line between the book and the movies is so hazy. Somebody must have put a spell on it.

Gotta run, the kids are yelling at me to go to the pool. We’ve been indoors most of the day. Can I wind up my yarn vomit from my frogged project and hold it carefully enough to get to the pool without disaster?

Stay tuned.

I’m not dreaming, I’m awake! And check out what I’m seeing!

I bought this yarn on Saturday at Susie’s Etsy shop. It came Monday. She’s amazing. The yarn is gorgeous. And she has more which I may not be able to resist. She’s also listing several excellent knitting resource books on her blog and on De-Stash
I wish I had touch-o-vision on my computer so you could feel how soft this yarn it. Thanks, Susie!

Spin Out!

June 29, 2006

Cara‘s Spin Out project to raise money for Heifer International ends tomorrow. She has re-upped the goal several times. Now the goal is $14,000. Wow!!!!

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And she’s about $200 shy. That’s only like 8 skeins of hand-dyed sock yarn we need to say no to in order to help out people who have so much less.

I finally sent in my donation (making sure the check wasn’t rubber). Can’t wait to see how well it turns out.

Triple yay to Cara who, by the way, will be in Chicago the weekend of July 15th.


June 29, 2006

For Chaos and all our feline friends, and for us too.


may have killed the cat; more likely
the cat was just unlucky, or else curious
to see what death was like, having no cause
to go on licking paws, or fathering
litter on litter of kittens, predictably.
Nevertheless, to be curious
is dangerous enough. To distrust
what is always said, what seems,
to ask odd questions, interfere in dreams,
leave home, smell rats, have hunches
do not endear cats to those doggy circles
where well-smelt baskets, suitable wives, good lunches
are the order of things, and where prevails
much wagging of incurious heads and tails.

Face it. Curiosity
will not cause us to die —
only lack of it will.
Never to want to see
the other side of the hill
or that improbable country
where living is an idyll
(although a probable hell)
would kill us all.
Only the curious
have, if they live, a tale
worth telling at all.

Dogs say cats love too much, are irresponsible,
are changeable, marry too many wives,
desert their children, chill all dinner tables
with tales of their nine lives.
Well, they are lucky. Let them be
nine-lived and contradictory,
curious enough to change, prepared to pay
the cat price, which is to die
and die again and again,
each time with no less pain.

A cat minority of one
is all that can be counted on
to tell the truth. And what cats have to tell
on each return from hell
is this: that dying is what the living do,
that dying is what the loving do,
and that dead dogs are those who do not know
that dying is what, to live, each has to do.

~Alastair Reed

Thanks for your prayers

June 29, 2006

Those of you who knew my mom was having hip replacement surgery. She had it yesterday and is recovering nicely. I’m so thankful!

She’s been waiting a year and a half, so when she didn’t do the Canadian health care system a favor and die, they had to give in and fix her hip. (Don’t get me started.) My parents even considered spending retirement savings and flying to India or Belgium for the surgery. But we can put that behind us now (grinds teeth) and pray for her speedy recovery. I selfishly want her to be better so she’ll come to the family reunion in Maine coming up in August. It just won’t be as fun without her. And we want to go yarn crawling (without the walker).

Love you mom; you rock (and not in a rocking chair kinda way)!

Here’s my cute mommy on the right pictured with her equally cute sister, Eunice, who also had hip replacement surgery. Curse those Lilley hips; I have one too.

Check out my buddy Mo

June 29, 2006

Who makes 37 look good. Her darling pillowcase dress is featured on whipup.net‘s June 28th posting!

Yay, Mo!!!!

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I was delighted to return home from schlepping kids around to find this awaiting me:

I happy-danced it into the house and opened it right up. My Project:Colorswap package from my pal Cecily! (love that name) She probably has the best blog name I’ve ever seen. Despite moving, having to work, and the sweltering heat of St. Looie, she put together a most amazing spread of blue which I will share with you now.

You know how you save the best for last and build to the climactic moment of a package-sharing? It’s really hard to do when everything in it is great.

First, the kitchen goodies (aka–you can never have too many): blue potholders (good, all mine are a hundred years old and have been set on fire several times), poppyseed muffin mix (YUM!), and popsicle makers (again, YUM!).

Next, storage aids: the cutest jean tote bag ever (just the right size for a portable knitting project), a straight needle holder (to corrall those rolling loose in my dresser) and envelopes (which I am always needing).

Next, the sweetest little blue flower beads. They are the perfect color. I love them.

My favorite color of nail polish. My friends and family will be relieved because I’ll use it instead of chartreuse; I call it “cadaver chic.”

Socks that Soar! My heart soars, Cecily; you thoughtful lady! Can’t wait to try this out.

Malabrigo! (No explanation needed, right folks?)

Scout Swag!
Cecily is not only beautiful, smart and talented; she reads minds as well. I’ve been drooling over Scout’s swag since I signed up for Knit Sock Kit Swap. It’s soft and perfectly wonderful. Can’t wait to use it.

And I, self-crowned Baroness of Blue, must bow and relinquish my crown to Cecily, the Empress of Blue. She sent FIVE CDs filled to the brim with blue music of all shapes and sizes. I am undone, happily so. And she included a handwritten description of the songs, some of which her choir sings or are composed by a family friend. Talk about an audiophile! I am delighted with the CDs, Cecily. Well done.

You are wonderful, my friend. Thanks for making the whole month of June blue–in a good way.

Platform Blues by Pavement on Terror Twilight CD

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Long Gone Lonesome Blues by Sheryl Crow on the Sweet Home Alabama Soundtrack

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