Free Pattern - Dizzabelle Scarf

Dizzabelle Scarf Pattern

Let's Move On, Shall We?

My once momentous infatuation with Facebook has quieted down to a passing interest, but I can feel autumn coming and feel like talking, so here I am! Not that Facebook isn't fabulous; it is how I organize the new party craze that I'm developing: the Make and Munch. Make & Munch... (munches? munchies?) are just a poorly disguised way for me to make all my friends and neighbors come over so I can feed them and teach them the ways of the fiber.

Sure, it seems like a lot of work, but imagine being able to give someone the ball of yarn instead of the finished project every year! Incredible time savings are to be had here, people!

The Joys of Self-Involvement

Sorry, sorry. I'm still at the point that I'm either working or sleeping trying to recover from it. Not much time to knit or blog or anything... the Husboy's grandfather passed last week, so we have had a hard time of it lately. I made homemade challah for the various services, and my baby-challah drama finally paid off in some pretty decent bread:

The color is more realistic in the top one, but I had to show you the braiding job I did on the round one below, lousy color or no...

I had the honor of being with the family and holding my grandfather-in-law's hand as he passed into the next world. I can only hope to have so many loving hearts around me when I go.

In other news, I also took on a temporary training job at work, earning the nickname "Plan B" from my newest boss. This has entailed a little extra work, eating up my little extra energy. When I have any time I've been a skeining demon. I have a good two loads of recycled yarn to wash and put up in the etsy shop, I just need good weather and some free time. And I bought a freakin' electric mandolin. Good news is that the strings are the same as on a violin, and I played violin in elementary school. I still suck, but it's a suckiness that doesn't sound as much like cats screwing as it did when I was eight.

Oh, and we bought Rockband when I got back from Texas. That's not helping either.

Deep in the Heart

Wow, it has been just about forever since I've blogged, right? I swear I've sat at the computer almost every day intending to blog and... nothing. So, for being so patient, I have a story:

Once upon a midnight dreary a knitter was sitting around after a long drive home from work waiting for her husband to come home from the graveyard shift. As she sat and read and thought about napping, the house phone began to ring. Mildly irritated by the phone that only telemarketers and other weirdos call ringing so late at night, the knitter decided to ignore it.

But the phone kept ringing.

And ringing.

And ringing.

Until the knitter, fully prepared to give the persistent telemarketer/weirdo the riot act, picked up the phone and heard: "Is The Knitter there?"

The voice on the other end of the line ended up being one of the knitter's long-lost sisters (though opinions do differ on which one of us was long-lost). It turns out that the sister had been trying to find the knitter (who knew she'd be in the phone book?) for months and months and had been calling the listed number when no one was home and had decided to try one more time just when the knitter was home reading and contemplating a nap.

So, when the Knitter got sick, not one but two sisters came to visit her, just in case (though no one mentioned the "just in case" part). Once the knitter got better, she went out to Texas to visit not two but three sisters. It was the first time all of them had ever been in the same room and all were pleased to discover that they were a lot alike and even liked each other, especially the part about the knitter usurping the position of the youngest sister.

So the knitter discovered that she wasn't quite so alone in the world as she thought she was, and the sisters probably discovered that they are much more like their mother than previously suspected, since her four daughters are so alike.

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It's A Good Life

It has been brought to my attention (repeatedly) that it has been a while since I've blogged. I can only say that the wonder-fullness of my life lately has been to blame, but when I start getting "reminded" by people "irl", it's time to get to bloggin'.

I started work about three weeks ago, and I am actually having a wonderful time. The people I work with have been very nice overall, the hours are good, and the dude who does the scheduling has only had me working 3-4 days in a row, so I get to recuperate. Now, are there days I'd rather be sitting in bed watching trash television and knitting? Hells yeah. Then I remember that I have hair now, and with great hair comes great responsibility, so I put on my stockings and a nice shirt and go out into the world.

I was in a bit of a sock-knitting funk for a while, but now that I am once again working a job that creates no tangible product I am once again knitting socks.


The Husboy wanted cables, so my baby gets cables. I haven't done top-down socks for a while, but this is turning out to be loads of fun. I may put out the pattern if there's any interest.

I also started a sweater for myself, the B-Side Cardigan out of Curry Telemark I picked up a while back while it was on clearance.


I knit and washed a gauge swatch (gasp) and could not get the 6sts/inch gauge the pattern calls for without going to US1 needles. Yuck, no. So I'm knitting with US3's at 5sts/inch, did some math, and viola!, I am following the directions for a smaller sweater and will get one that fits me. Bonus: fewer stitches=less work. I will need a longer Addi Turbo to whip this bad boy out, but I can probably pick that up in Pasadena when we go check out a culinary school for the HusBoy.

And although I feel terrible about it (and have been called filthy names besides), I will be missing the annual Knitting Wounded and Bob's Lame Life dual-birthday shindig this year. I normally wouldn't miss this event for the world, but apparently Stitches West is even better than the world. So, if any of you will also be in Santa Clara that weekend, don't forget to say hey. I'll be the one with short, curly hair and a Happy Birthday pin from Disneyland. I wonder if they'll write "Knitting Wounded" on there for me?

Things I Have Learned So Far

I know that 2009 is young yet, but it's never too early to learn something:

1) There are Knitters everywhere. I went to a New Year's party at the girls' house (finally "legally" married, yahoo!) and met someone wearing socks in a pattern and yarn I had used, though not in conjunction. Of course, I wore store-bought socks and was not nearly as impressive (lesson: always wear your best socks to parties). The best part? The Husboy recognized Reptilian Lace socks without the beads. Despite his gigantic feet, he's a keeper.

2) Semantics matter. According to the insurance company, I was as good as cured as soon as the ball dropped New Year's Eve. Although nothing really changed at that moment, I have been feeling much better. I've even been busting my rear on the skates I received for Hanukkah. Sorry, no pictures. I am so glad I asked for a week of vacation to enjoy my newly declared wellness.

3) Stinker spelled backwards is Reknits. Sometimes having a nerdy husband works out.