I Did It!


Can’t Talk, Novelling…

I’m going for the big finish today. Pray for me.

Meanwhile, just to prove this is still a knitting blog…

cute kids

Just Checking In…

I am still alive, and chugging steadily toward the NaNoWriMo goal of 50K words. I just wanted to check in briefly to wish a certain 6-year-old a very happy birthday. I know he is an avid reader of this blog and will appreciate the birthday greetings in cyberspace immensely. Well, maybe not. Anyway…


Happy Thanksgiving!

Well, belated salutations, anyway.

I hope you all had a wonderful time feasting and visiting relatives (if that applies). I am only taking short break from novelling to check in. Please enjoy these pictures of my finished Charade socks.

And a closeup of the heel:

And the purl side for those of you who are into that sort of thing…

I cast them off on Monday night, just in time to show them off to my MIL who made all the appropriate noises of amazement.

Now, back to the grindstone!


Or maybe I’m doing it wrong…

This is my vacuum.

I would like to preface my remarks by first saying that I love my vacuum. This is a workhorse that really gets the job done, in spite of persistent abuse and mistreatment. Like the time I put the air filter in upside down (and vacuumed for months like that), or the numerous times the back end has gotten stuck around the corner and I yanked on the hose hard, or the fact that I’ve only had it serviced once since I purchased it seven years ago. I won’t even mention the dozens of bits of yarn and strings and pennies and Playmobil pieces and God knows what else it’s sucked up. But I digress.

There is just one thing I don’t get about this vacuum. It’s got a feature that I cannot for the life of me figure out. Way up by the handle, there’s this little door you can slide open to adjust the suction. See?

Open. Closed.

Can someone please tell me what in the HELL this thing is for? I don’t think that I’ve EVER, in the seven years I’ve owned this thing, said to myself, “Self, this vacuum just has TOO MUCH SUCTION! Let’s open this puppy up!” Seriously, has anyone in the history of vacuum cleaners ever said, “Hey, we need LESS suction! This baby’s pulling the tacks out of the carpet.”

I’m confused.


Shakespeare-Knitblogging Mashup

If the Bard of Stratford-upon-Avon were a knit blogger…

William Shakespeare

It is the knitting,
The knitting above us, govern our conditions.

Which work of Shakespeare was the original quote from?

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And my personal favorite…

William Shakespeare

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your knitting.

Which work of Shakespeare was the original quote from?

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Doozer · Knitting

As Promised…

…some knitting content. Yes, in spite of being completely preoccupied with NaNoWriMo, I have gotten some actual knitting done.

First, the Charade socks I’ve been working on.

I was doing them in the traditional manner–one sock, cuff down–and got all the way to the toe shaping, which I proceeded to f*ck up royally. Since I had also screwed up made a teensy mistake at the top of the gusset, I decided to frog back to the gusset rather that just frog the toe. And then I said, screw this, I’m going to knit these 2-at-a-time-toe-up style. So here we are–heel turned and heading up the leg toward the cuff.

Lastly, poor Doozer was prowling around last night, bored out of his mind. Most of the toys we bought him when he first came to use are completely trashed, so I took pity on him and knitted him this mouse.

Unfortunately I didn’t have any catnip, so the impact of this toy wasn’t as great, but hell, it’s better than a poke in the eye nothing. Today, a trip to the pet store…