All You Need Is Love (or a big box of yarn)

Who is now singing do-do-do-do-doo? You're welcome for that. You could do worse than having John and Paul stuck in your head.

But you know what is better than the blokes singing about love? Receiving a surprise box full of it! The Lady was on the same wavelength with me apparently and packaged up a dozen or more skeins of sock yarn, decorated it with Chagall, Toulouse-Lautrec, and shiny shamrock stickers and sent it to me before I even posted about my shameful lack of wool. Karma? Cosmic connections? Knitterly intuition? You make me a believer Larkin!

Thank you, my generous and caring friend. Your gift moves me more than you know and you're right, the purple does call my name.

Shop Update

For those who have been sending me emails wondering if I've dropped off the planet and if I will ever list new photos...my shop has a few new ones as of today. Thanks for checking up on me virtual friends, you guys rock!

ETA: Hey! Look what happens when I update... PhotoGrunt featured me. Check out his awesome talent and eye candy collections. Thanks, Steve!



And...(!)... I've been featured on this Etsy treasury...Go, clickety click for me, and maybe I'll make the front page.

One More Time... With Intention

Duck

Knitting. I haven't been knitting. The tea leaves cardigan sat untouched in a grey lump for three weeks. Two days ago I couldn't handle the pathetic look of it and tucked the whole, needles and all, into my closet for fall. Hopefully. Maybe. We'll see. While in the closet I checked out my sock yarn. OK, there are a few of you that need to sit down before you read the next line...go ahead, I'll wait.

Duck

I only have three hanks of sock yarn. Three. Black, orange, and auburn. I know! Unbelievable, right? It is disconcerting not to be drowning in sock yarn. My hands are shaky. I need to replenish my stash. I've started a new pair and was thinking while casting on about the number of stitches it takes to complete my socks. My estimate, based on the stitches per inch, per row, and inches total to knit brings the count to around 30,000. Each of those thirty thousand stitches will be knit with intention... a woolly zen path if you will. What do I intend? Clarity, Calm, and Confidence.

Goose

What's your current favorite sock yarn?

Reminders

The smell of funnel cakes makes me want to vomit. Despite this enduring trait, I volunteered for the elementary school carnival. By the time my shift rolled around, there wasn't much business. At 5pm on a Saturday there were a few hundred cotton candy laced children, hordes of dazed and somewhat pained looking adults, and my favorite social group to observe, the roving gangs of teenagers. I love how they lean on things, all sharp elbows and skinny black jeans, as if the weight of their own import is simply too much bear upright. I took pictures of them up close like Nat'l Geographic. And they didn't even notice. I used to be unaffected and cool like that...twenty plus years ago. Dude? I saw the band on your new 'vintage' t-shirt live when they still toured in a bondo colored VW van.
Okay, so this child? Unfortunately, he's not mine. But for about fifteen delightful minutes, he entertained me. He was attempting the paddle ball for the first time and the pure joy on his face reminded me the new shouldn't be feared, the old shouldn't be forgotten, and the in-between should be lived to the fullest, until the import of your own happiness is simply too much to bear upright.