Monday, August 3, 2015

There's Always Paperwork

Getting things together for KH and KC: index cards for recording nominators and nominees,  cutting slips of paper bound for the Fedora of Fate, each nominee's name written on one.  Writing is the worst thing for me to do with my dead fingers, and there's a lot of writing to do.  Fortunately, none of it has to be seen by anyone but me, so it all works out.

I'm knitting again, though it's kind of painful, too, and I've chosen probably the worst yarn to work with:
But, I got the urge to make mitred cotton squares for a blanket.  I made one a few years ago, and, for some reason, the fever returned.  Ultimately, it will look a little like this:
The pattern is from Mason-Dixon Knitting's first book.  I forget how I finished the edging on the first one;  probably single-crocheted all around the edges.

If you look into the background of my photo, you can see a table covered with yarns from Camille.  I have finished unpacking the box, and there are some gorgeous colors and textures;  the winners are going to be so spoiled.

Still taking care of Klunk and Wooper.  They'll be with me through the weekend.  This is how Klunk spends pretty much all of his time:
Yes, it's 100 degrees outside, and he stays wrapped up in fleece blankets.

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Babies Help Me Out

Camille's Prize Package is still being unpacked. 

I know!  I'm taking one skein/hank out at a time, every now and then, daily.  Mostly because if I don't have something, anything, to anticipate, I will not have a reason to move forward.  The Pit will loom. 

My son was over yesterday, and we were talking about KH and KC.  He's trying to come up with his nominees, and I'm sort of wavering on a couple of mine.  We got around to the idea of contests where only people who have passed away could be nominated.  Paul Newman. . .  Persis Khambatta. . .  Clark Gable. . .  Ingrid Bergman. . .  I think I'll tuck that idea away, and revisit it in a few months.  What do you think?

Wednesday, July 29, 2015


Unpacking of the box Camille sent has begun.  Man, are you going to love this stuff!  I'm taking one item out at a time, without looking inside, so it's all a surprise to me, too.  She sent one thing that may be the most on-the-nose prize this little contest has ever seen.

The Travelling Scarf is on the move again!  Look how pretty:
If memory serves, it has two more stops to make.  Great big thanks to those who volunteered to knit;  next is deciding what to do with it.  And whether we should have another travelling project. . .

Monday, July 27, 2015

Starting Point

Today, I put together the top four seeds for both Knitters' Hunk and Knitters' Chick.  Don't worry;  I'll let you know what they are.  Just not today.  Since they are automatically entered, none of you have to nominate them.  

Have you started thinking about your nominees?  Hmmmmmmmmmm?

This box arrived about 15 minutes ago.  It is 1 foot tall, 1 foot wide, and 1 foot deep.  And it is filled --- filled, I say --- with prizes for KH and KC.  The magnificent Camille donated everything, and I am floored by her generosity.  (Which I shouldn't be, because she is always awesome and helpful.)  Obviously, the contents can't be shown here, because some of you might be receiving them.  But I would like to say that if any of you have any little trinkets or supplies or Generally Cute Things about that you wouldn't mind sending me, it would be a great help.  Yarn and patterns and needles are obvious prizes, but there are now enough non-knitters getting involved that I need gifts I can send to them, if they win.  Just asking.  No pressure.

Thank you, Camille.  

Nominations open a week from Friday!

Sunday, July 26, 2015


I hate heat.  Give me a cold, cold day and you've given me Bliss.  Klunk, with no hair, is, of course, chilly all the time.  He will wrap himself in a thick fleece blanket thusly:
We are on opposite sides of the couch --- he is under his TMNTurtles blanket, and I am under the ceiling fan.  It's working for us.

I can't remember where I found this tattoo, but I think it is stunning.  I won't be getting it (there are only 2 more I want to get), but isn't it beautiful?  And in colors I love.

Friday, July 24, 2015

Me and Mine

So, I'm cat-sitting for the next couple of weeks, as my daughter and her housemates move.  They are going to an interim place, as the house that they are going to go to won't be ready until August 9th.  No one wanted the cats to have to go through two moves, so, Hi, Mom!

Wooper (a housemate's) is spending her time here in Hannah's room.  She is, I have been told, fast, hide-y, and potentially aggressive.  She is no fan of mine, it would seem, as the hisses and claws come out when I go to check on her.  Yep, another animal in the house with the potential to do me harm.  Whee.  Klunk, Hannah's boy, has lived here before, of course, and is a fairly chill little guy, so there isn't too much work to be done with him.  Of course, Time is still the Big Ingredient for him with Lily and Erin and Madeleine and Riley.  Still, there are occasional glimpses of hope:

My fingers have really been bothering me the last couple of days.  There is no way to describe the sensation;  I hope it means that the nerves are healing.  Cuts and other wounds often itch as they heal --- maybe what I'm feeling is the nerve equivalent of that.  In a lot of ways. I'm having more difficulty doing things now than right after this whole thing happened.  

I had to go out this morning and buy extra cat litter.  When I got home and out of the car, I realized that, honestly, anyone who knows me would be able to identify it as mine, just by looking at the back:
That's all so very me, wouldn't you say?