Tomorrow I will be traveling with some of the girls to Lexington to see the one, the only, YARN HARLOT!!!!!!!!
Yeah baby, live and in person at the Bluegrass Festival of the Book! Words can barely express how I feel about this.
I wasn't going to be able to go, but then I realized that I'm not the only in my department, and I asked someone to work for me, and they said yes, and now
I get to go!!!!!
The downside is that I fell yesterday at work, and totally f'ed up my left hand - yes, the one that was still operating at full functionality. So, now I have this stupid Ace bandage on my hand, and even though it is going to hurt like h-e-double hockey sticks, I am going to have to cast on a sock today, so that my sock and her traveling sock can have their picture taken together.
Ohmygod I am so excited about this!!!
Hopefully we can steal her away from Lexington before the gigantic blackhole of its lameness can suck her in. She obviously doesn't know that Lexington is Lame, and that the Ville is super rockin'.
Hopefully we can convince/bribe her into coming to Sophie's on a Wed night to join the girls of KTTW. That would be so super cool. Seriously, it would be FABULOUS.
Friday, April 28, 2006
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Betrayal
My hands have betrayed me.
That is how it feels. I had expected that one day they would,since RA runs in my family, but not so soon.
I'm only 26. And already my hands are failing me. Or, to be more precise, my wrists.
They ache. They are sore and weak. It hurts me to knit more than a few rows at a time. It hurts me to type, to hold my daughter, to hold a book. And that hurts my heart.
Maybe its silly and melodramatic of me, but so what.
Because my hands are failing me.
They have betrayed my trust in them to do the things I want them to do.
They are weak, and because they are weak I am weak.
That is how it feels. I had expected that one day they would,since RA runs in my family, but not so soon.
I'm only 26. And already my hands are failing me. Or, to be more precise, my wrists.
They ache. They are sore and weak. It hurts me to knit more than a few rows at a time. It hurts me to type, to hold my daughter, to hold a book. And that hurts my heart.
Maybe its silly and melodramatic of me, but so what.
Because my hands are failing me.
They have betrayed my trust in them to do the things I want them to do.
They are weak, and because they are weak I am weak.
Friday, April 14, 2006
Order from Chaos
I know that some may find this odd, but well, I enjoy untangling yarn. Really.
I understand that some of you may now need to be revived with smelling salts, such is your hatred of untangling a messy, knotty tangle of yarn, especially considering that said yarn is a lace weight wool that likes to pill on itself, creating nasty little snags of bunched up fiber.
But me, I love it. I guess it has to do with my love of order. I like for things to be all neat and tidy and in lovely little balls.
It should however be noted that if my mom read that, she would be on the floor laughing, because I am a not so tidy housekeeper. I said I liked for things to be nice and neat. But when you have a 5 year old and one too many cats, nice and tidy becomes the stuff of dreams.
So, I create the order where I can - through the yarn. I take this knot of lovely wool and I slowly work my way through it. Around and through, over or under, a gentle tug here, a loop there, and eventually I end up with a tidy little ball of yarn. Order from chaos - I'll get it where I can.
I understand that some of you may now need to be revived with smelling salts, such is your hatred of untangling a messy, knotty tangle of yarn, especially considering that said yarn is a lace weight wool that likes to pill on itself, creating nasty little snags of bunched up fiber.
But me, I love it. I guess it has to do with my love of order. I like for things to be all neat and tidy and in lovely little balls.
It should however be noted that if my mom read that, she would be on the floor laughing, because I am a not so tidy housekeeper. I said I liked for things to be nice and neat. But when you have a 5 year old and one too many cats, nice and tidy becomes the stuff of dreams.
So, I create the order where I can - through the yarn. I take this knot of lovely wool and I slowly work my way through it. Around and through, over or under, a gentle tug here, a loop there, and eventually I end up with a tidy little ball of yarn. Order from chaos - I'll get it where I can.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Numero Uno
Oh my. I've done it. I actually created my own blog. And now, I'm posting to my own blog. Oh joy oh rapture. Um, yeah, I guess that's it for now.
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