tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38474023907066012452024-03-13T17:32:24.300-07:00Susan knits and writesThe life of a knitter that loves to talkMulderknitterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11512844519079362715noreply@blogger.comBlogger234125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847402390706601245.post-51572898150710236402011-07-01T12:01:00.000-07:002011-07-01T12:13:25.039-07:00Random Updating<div><br /><div><br /><div>It's been a while since I updated, and I'm sick (again) with a head cold, so this post might just end up being a rambling bit of random nonsense with some pictures thrown in. You are now warned.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>In Time for the Second Rapture is done. The pic doesn't do it justice, of course, but when that second Rapture comes, I'll be ready.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624461634387479490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLuoZEcOgeCtDuyWNsSqQ-TAVE1y7fnlg74wroNbGUhZphI9oXGtLwWsFRLZA7RA1pd82cxGX_NOiCbDIVk88x56bpqQrJ1ejK-jMBH_PR9KhxHfjaYo1u9cTOHcocQwp5M2zFwtPxXV4/s320/Picture+691.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><p>This is a picture of the sheep that Lisa and I got from a friend. I got it out one absolutely perfect day and set to sorting and washing.<br /></p><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624461887722752786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeCG9A9ChStQKjPOznJLHaG-9KT7rWBnXktMpR68iKqGGj3bxfm98GN1boalacYVG_aiXeFhmeFNB0GJAGqsptlLVYonEeF6TtTg1gIg1ZKuAq9r7jcXXnoSslM_u_7K2qhgE68CUgiN4/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624462217302734402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhptVqdQWfnV0iaZnU2I5ZUf-j7BZKjoMKsKJKJYey9xymmsSdJw4AFsoWbmXB7lcyrTRAjp3EArZyJiCQOV16UlXGYuvIAS1HNb6zX9jUXZMNi7UeBsuDv_TL0OxkB_Y4p4E5Ap4tHm04/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" />I decided to wash the brown fleece first, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">cuz</span> it was pretty. After much sloshing in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">poopy</span> water, hours of drying in the sun, then working my ass off with the hand carders, I ended up with a bit of fleece to spin, and the realization that while I technically <em>could </em>do this if I wanted to, <em>I don't want to. </em>It's really really fucking messy and dirty, and other people do a much better job of it. And if you really think about it, fleece and roving and all that pretty stuff you get at the harvest festivals and such isn't expensive at all. </p><br /><br /><p>So I'm not really sure where the rest of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">fuckton</span> of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">poopy</span> fleece is going to end up, but I'm pretty sure I'm not washing it. </p>And here's the random cat picture of the day. I made some more stuffed fishy toys for the boys, and here's Mulder guarding his (he's sitting on it the big oaf) from Dexter who is trying to sneak (he's physically <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">incapable</span> of sneaking) up on him to get it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624463376730622946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhav_IRjGxGFx4Xn1gu9onrGnheC_9l5AyeX3-LXVBReG18Ro3XB5wQ0mKMgRxLgSJgpGQzgknFWLCE6ZxshTnd2gM22vfCQO4Q-kxzcdOmS8gRIWoLGzmb4bdxz_Hxs9aCmRVGEiOc_KM/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /></p>Mulderknitterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11512844519079362715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847402390706601245.post-12349796309226588382011-05-30T18:33:00.000-07:002011-05-30T18:37:58.891-07:00In Time for the Rapture<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGX2xuOlZHroXvYI5HKwcamaraYHllxVB-GCYDFPs2z7fSEtDM6u2-p5EG-7__7Ruu6IZM2zyanZEL731t6x_GWfWDLl_w5zq14hZPH2rStM0GwBhxJx9EFpxt9OeHzAgt1C5R0WRkwO4/s1600/Picture+689.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612687649037739298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGX2xuOlZHroXvYI5HKwcamaraYHllxVB-GCYDFPs2z7fSEtDM6u2-p5EG-7__7Ruu6IZM2zyanZEL731t6x_GWfWDLl_w5zq14hZPH2rStM0GwBhxJx9EFpxt9OeHzAgt1C5R0WRkwO4/s320/Picture+689.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>The sweater that I named In Time for the Rapture is done. </div><br /><div>I did get to wear it once before the weather went all crazy ninja like and sent tornadoes, rain, and now stupid humidity and heat. </div><br /><div>But since the Rapture never came, or did but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Jeebus</span> couldn't find any good Christians to take with him, the guy that we trust our end of the world predictions to said there would be another chance for the Rapture in October, so I decided to make another sweater just like this one but in red. She's finished, but there are no pics yet. </div><br /><div>You'll just have to get your rapture on with this one for now.</div>Mulderknitterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11512844519079362715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847402390706601245.post-47964050582214069842011-05-18T14:42:00.000-07:002011-05-18T14:47:07.742-07:00This.is.why.I.knit<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRCRL36iJJGkqIdPHUF49vtthetEGQxobaNzDNbr6HRAJxRb4fHl3-oJ1Nbl9c3BCFI8Kw1vVzTrHahSTPESv0XrSY0FMHgzW8Q1O8DMrxqj2exDf5MGjDltb_RUQN-teNCm1lpZQu4oM/s1600/Picture+685.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608175489563783282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRCRL36iJJGkqIdPHUF49vtthetEGQxobaNzDNbr6HRAJxRb4fHl3-oJ1Nbl9c3BCFI8Kw1vVzTrHahSTPESv0XrSY0FMHgzW8Q1O8DMrxqj2exDf5MGjDltb_RUQN-teNCm1lpZQu4oM/s320/Picture+685.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVKG99zMybfEjROk6za19e_l0gGwSUFykCfYo40MhZgQJT3hV3188jgzb5brJIxwY-Ew0tZkO-pTpPorXAcOpbtU8fB0_gD17QZJ9Y9RcMaVUv1nnYT1VTY4HH4oWqSQ0G592K3TarkF8/s1600/Picture+686.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608175409041576994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVKG99zMybfEjROk6za19e_l0gGwSUFykCfYo40MhZgQJT3hV3188jgzb5brJIxwY-Ew0tZkO-pTpPorXAcOpbtU8fB0_gD17QZJ9Y9RcMaVUv1nnYT1VTY4HH4oWqSQ0G592K3TarkF8/s320/Picture+686.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF96JlboerLcq8K17u9-LPD83DcmpIDq8yySL37wOy1Jbk1QmZHyLIV6F3I11P9fSGUetael_90lGmfjISRJ47nltgaiPuwktwGm_4GJVACavFmCjOHy6vVNpi_hPEB42MtNKTxoWISA/s1600/Picture+687.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608175329050778226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF96JlboerLcq8K17u9-LPD83DcmpIDq8yySL37wOy1Jbk1QmZHyLIV6F3I11P9fSGUetael_90lGmfjISRJ47nltgaiPuwktwGm_4GJVACavFmCjOHy6vVNpi_hPEB42MtNKTxoWISA/s320/Picture+687.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>This sweater. Right here. This is the reason that I learned to knit.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>A perfect blend of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Malabrigo</span> and lace detailing on the hem and button bands. </div><br /><br /><div>When I first started this sweater, knit from the bottom up, (oh, it's Talia on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ravelry</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">btw</span>), I started with the lace hem, and was hooked. It's a bit fiddly, but o so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">purty</span>, and I started having dreams of it.</div><br />I know I haven't shared in a while, been super busy loving being off work and playing at Crafty Planet, because, let's face it, working at a yarn and fabric store really isn't working at all. It's playing.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div>Mulderknitterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11512844519079362715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847402390706601245.post-37806714051135679152011-01-19T15:04:00.000-08:002011-01-19T15:15:31.190-08:00A F*(& ton of acrylic yarn<div> I had a mission for this week, to purge the acrylic yarn and organize the stash. Little did I know that this was to be a mission of extraordinary proportions, one which made me ponder <em>just how many grandma's had to pass away for me to acquire this huge amount of acrylic yarn????</em> <div><br />The before picture:</div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564037271929935202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2JefiC6ox_Ulsr2oWlhXlwI-RN8dQs0LF9JQCnbbBonlVfZ3BqfjLEdZAkwgnyFf_igI5wJLv76pZLzuwq1NRFGWVHMq-xTQTT2bJDL6On_RMsNBcuUA8P6KgsS42d3S_3Cv_T75QugA/s320/Picture+638.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>I actually thought I would only need this one bin for the acrylic yarn in my stash. </div><div><br />During:</div><div> </div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564037710133123282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOqhLCm3SXIcjKeK_PawK586zKLK1V5gwu_-HjoQsQBsMRBfyi06weuBZY5Z7wpg27OSLIrlEiempvZ57S_rJYhDzznc7y1h2uR_wDLEpaObIPMJf7HHsfOxB0xm0eV-QaY7sKR_lu1rU/s320/Picture+639.jpg" border="0" />In which I realize I need more containers, and that my yarn addiction has most certainly gone way too far.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564038027582994466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8EGapiVzj1DKJrE2ba2iEaeVrQmeYfwj-K3w1YplXl9aaE58RB6ifsmN8361IU2hZz8E_4fEOsOzUHQx5tr0wvMGKLljlZfoTOnMLbt9bsdRXv1g2B_Tn9sPQCkJbWkwAyurDX_AGe9A/s320/Picture+641.jpg" border="0" /> </div><div>Hey! There are some empty containers there! <div> </div><div><br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564038172569892786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMOXnq7omA0rch6fQeP7BwIJRppQ2L9Nd4ePH4F6Z24FqIP2P6ca_XCBx62qNG0nzs_cGJjvDBYUpr5uOMELCyFlytYV_8J8O_xEYrnjO66ZoHO8YQuSzC6D0tkokXB3VWHMt1sPLL7s0/s320/Picture+640.jpg" border="0" /> This is the end result, all of my lovelies that I actually love and use put away all nicely in their bins. </p><p><em>Please note, this picture is only reflective of half of the closet. The other half is just as nice, and just as full of yarn. Please don't judge me.</em></p><p><em></em><br /> </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564038464946867986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5KR6v8Y5xKc_C7VpaYQJ8Mpvo-KzkeXqa1u_DZpo16Y2EAW8pfDt9bRMDWqEGuusSbRtQ4FNiQxvTVZvUAHz4RJ5iRlnkz2d2MSOAucPJ9n9M1nsgpHebSYvExiXubLrdYw-9ysoni24/s320/Picture+643.jpg" border="0" />This is the actual amount of acrylic yarn leaving my house. </div><div>Seriously people, how the fuck did I get 4 garbage bags and 1 huge tub FULL OF ACRYLIC YARN!!!!!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564038535815995394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv2ITpc7GrKEC64phZbK_zSjkCOYQ7hIc8FZ5BmM2xTt1TXfKqqF2pcBi9vou6ZR3GxcVlIaa0GkB8bTZaXWzalMa6GDYWdySTc9CrkyrwFJTwTnBEDEr1H2OfgJUZ9oLt-Rj5HaF7nYY/s320/Picture+644.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p></p></div>Mulderknitterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11512844519079362715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847402390706601245.post-38944208498328156602010-12-06T14:53:00.000-08:002010-12-06T14:54:53.215-08:00Xmas gift preview<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCCOh1IAs474PvC-MVbI_6wyf0geNHyqW2-qA8YlCGeLwQsPbEmW0Y2ic2GEtC3tHR3phl8_xcLxdp1ciLAt5QxWYIdwbL2vKOrPJYMjS80zzvtU9_V1bhpStVFz_qymTDgqRSYFWMD08/s1600/Picture+627.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547706518008129602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCCOh1IAs474PvC-MVbI_6wyf0geNHyqW2-qA8YlCGeLwQsPbEmW0Y2ic2GEtC3tHR3phl8_xcLxdp1ciLAt5QxWYIdwbL2vKOrPJYMjS80zzvtU9_V1bhpStVFz_qymTDgqRSYFWMD08/s320/Picture+627.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I got on a large Subversive Cross Stitch kick, so everyone gets one this year</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Mulderknitterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11512844519079362715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847402390706601245.post-66378869279393231132010-11-03T15:24:00.000-07:002010-11-03T15:37:41.636-07:00Have you looked on top of your fridge lately?<div>Holy crap guys, how the heck does it get so dirty up there? Honestly, all I do is put stuff on top of it, it's not like I stand on a ladder and cook up there or anything. Even the cats don't go up there (I think). </div><br /><div></div><div>As you can tell I got on a bit of a cleaning bender today. Since I've been home, I have started to notice things. Like the dust <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">buffaloes</span> roaming the dessert of our home and the cat hair that is collecting into little kittens all over. I don't even mean to spend 3 hours cleaning, it just kinda morphs into this "lets sweep, o crap look at all that dust, lets dust, lets pull everything off the shelves and rearrange, lets mop, o look now this room looks so much cleaner than the other room now I have to do the same to that room" and that gradually escalates into me on a stepladder with 409 cleaning the top of the fridge. </div><br /><div></div><div>God help us all when I get to the basement. </div><br /><div></div><div>I leave you with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">kittehs</span> sleeping through it all as if the mess had nothing at all to do with them</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535456205630453346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKQ5Q4CeeGS3te_LnSSyZW_v5azmWbB1CWSvYPIVppNEOXPfX4tM6Ff-joKomG6FSGeFyYWSzauGrkGYu1WWW22Pdm-yfMNkZvGoiRg6Uh3dDX3-Xpb7nsKY6I2G99J7DlCONLAyurAic/s320/Picture+624.jpg" border="0" /></div>Mulderknitterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11512844519079362715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847402390706601245.post-30400225817339409112010-11-02T15:01:00.001-07:002010-11-02T15:22:26.377-07:00I missed OctoberI have no idea what happened, but October just didn't exist in my blogging mind. Oh, lots of things happened, but for some reason the blog didn't get blogged. <div><div><div><div><br /><div>I'll try to catch you up now, starting with today. Today I did a very adult thing, I had a physical exam for life insurance screening. Hopefully you're all saying I'm way to young for life insurance, but with this whole I don't have a job except for the lovely work for yarn set up I have over at Crafty Planet, I realized that if something happened to my husband, I would be living in a cardboard box with all of my yarn trying to knit scarves to sell for my Miller Genuine Draft Lite habit. And that just made me sad. So I convinced the hubby we needed life insurance, which also entailed an exam by an extremely young medical assistant. The hubby offered to come home from work to help supervise the exam in case it was "weird", I think he had visions of me propped on the dining room table with my feet in stirrups and Dexter trying to get the lady to play ball. Thankfully, it wasn't that weird. Though it was weird, don't get me wrong. The teenager was way overly made up for the appointment, didn't wear gloves or ask to wash her hands before drawing blood, and the whole urine sample thing was just <em>strange</em>. </div><br /><div>But there were no stirrups. Maybe I should tell him there were so he can be freaked out for his own exam?</div><br /><div>I've also been in a bit of a stretch of knitting scarves. I love scarves. Really. I love matching them to my outfit or mood or mismatching them depending on what Mulder looks like when I show it to him for his approval. </div><br /><div>This one is a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">neckwarmer</span> that buttons in the front, it's pretty, but it looks a bit odd on. Maybe it will be better with a jacket?</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535077860438367266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkgFbfx2c-Lmy1fLlh0JU1c2MTf3H3tD6UrOQ9GqAML4GlG-c7421XHDdavB5GEIyvfhmPtzVEYFJtek2svZJSWJo1DMqlr4VIJ1WrQYt1voxGtj5hSZ0DotaBHwubHsLuaXdEvCTczZQ/s320/Picture+620.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div><br /><p>This was done in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Noro</span> Silk Garden, cast on 280 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">sts</span> and knit sideways garter stitch until it was wide enough. I love this one!</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535078330121621778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOj09SJMs-uERK6YoH8fcNTdIocKYc3nigk_SvACc67Qaa8Di5sXTDkJgCuU3cYz8WB8An6JGQ-2mdJvk-jbK2ITivEbIkHvwJa9LCkX5sJMe5wiy8Xoi9xCpi1KkIoK1X5QbtZpuMWZ0/s320/Picture+621.jpg" border="0" /></p></div><br /><p>This one was a bit of an obsession. Crafty Planet got a bunch of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Malabrigo</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Rasta</span> in that was gorgeous, but a bit expensive and low on the yardage, only 90 yards for $22. But then a coworker worked up this scarf and I instantly had to have my own! It's so lovely and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">smooooshy</span>!</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535078846851157810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFY50Xwf-exla8Qs_l0xv-1C705uHQr8LGkN4yE-28YQImuGKwcHY2dwHq9VBN_LpKGfJG-K-iuO0c3E7t6uZXn-GEYYaCoAm7Eyv_zU86cP5uaWDOyhmWtDfnr5Ap2P96xSmp7jHRfG0/s320/Picture+622.jpg" border="0" /></p></div><br /><p>This last one kinda kicked my ass for a while. There are 24 rows, but only 23 are written out. So naturally, I knit about 2 feet of the scarf <em>knowing </em>the whole time that the cables looked off, but hoping that knitters hope that if I kept on knitting it would look fine magically when I knit the next row or the next row, and eventually I just gave in and looked at the pattern again and lo and freaking behold there was the 24<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">th</span> row. I had knit for 2 feet losing a row every 23 rows. Those cables were <strong>off </strong>my friends. I'm secretly happy I didn't take a before pic, because it really is stupid how off those cables were and I just kept knitting and hoping and knitting and watching Hawaii 5-0 distracting myself with Alex <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">O'Laughlin's</span> oh so lovely shirtless self. The blame isn't entirely my own. </p><p>But it sure is lovely now<br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535079305885909266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTBNjNGN61v89O_lJB1RP7CT0T6WriT0absK_jRfJyadTPPl37SdfZU1R86af2U_OkMR9TGjh8gH9wEhhzMMFMZPOWc1kTa3yeNYgKmzM-i45idufI3lt54VMGHyaqFVzbvq0dkhU8Gew/s320/Picture+623.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p>The last pic is of what I think is the 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">nd</span> part of my Mom's Xmas present. Yep, it's still yarn. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Technically</span> it has been 6 different scarves, but I didn't like any of them, so they are all yarn again. Maybe wrap the box of yarn with an IOU for when I finally decide on a scarf pattern I like for it?</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535080677911930082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLACrb_8DKFJJBxs7kj7_7xr-aETPYi8_7TD69YNZwUomAMRc5vqMRJ699Ac_DdMU4B4ycDHJk30AdccM5X7gWefBzjw9fkycfWXiS1ObSA9VzrRhwoIUl1U-K-fv1RIaK9TPhB6Ui-mM/s320/Picture+093.jpg" border="0" /></p>Mulderknitterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11512844519079362715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847402390706601245.post-21309074727783337032010-09-27T15:19:00.001-07:002010-09-27T15:23:35.327-07:00Sweater kickI am on a serious sweater kick. Maybe it's because I actually got a sweater knitted that fit me, or that it's getting colder, but I just finished another sweater, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mondo</span> Cable <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Cardi</span> from Chic Knits, knit in Cascade Eco Duo, a lovely lovely yarn that is 75% alpaca and 25% merino which makes it oh so warm and oh so soft and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">drapey</span>. I knit a little shorter for the body as called for because alpaca tends to stretch, and I didn't want it down to my knees. The top photo is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">pre</span>-buttons, and the second is after the buttons were added.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-GkgYJYkq4-kLQV5rHeMmRa1w3lSXYaGrI3vGdTKqqrUkAMwkZ7dRYq_uShHMF5x2-56wuS23R8rk30PO1upvSllSN64HlvybdGSf7ZJ7hKHChkxa97wj1bTMGVfxp8N7WgTtKpFJqOY/s1600/Picture+607.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521721746207243730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-GkgYJYkq4-kLQV5rHeMmRa1w3lSXYaGrI3vGdTKqqrUkAMwkZ7dRYq_uShHMF5x2-56wuS23R8rk30PO1upvSllSN64HlvybdGSf7ZJ7hKHChkxa97wj1bTMGVfxp8N7WgTtKpFJqOY/s320/Picture+607.jpg" border="0" /></a> This photo shows the nice color of the yarn better, it does have a very subtle striping effect that isn't too weird.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj511KKMvIKMXzJkhS6IUwvEwlmvihry3B78yCl-E00X6XOHuy7JpUDgMObnwKrvDIRxVeM3xdwTrCu3ilTHv7ydFVwy2kL3H-F5zlhqroOzPDyQeY1bVc3AqiYGIid0X-wLOg3MGE1Aj4/s1600/Picture+611.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521721633796238322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj511KKMvIKMXzJkhS6IUwvEwlmvihry3B78yCl-E00X6XOHuy7JpUDgMObnwKrvDIRxVeM3xdwTrCu3ilTHv7ydFVwy2kL3H-F5zlhqroOzPDyQeY1bVc3AqiYGIid0X-wLOg3MGE1Aj4/s320/Picture+611.jpg" border="0" /></a> Now onto the next sweater, you'll have to wait and see!<br /><br /><div></div></div>Mulderknitterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11512844519079362715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847402390706601245.post-2556741094253981682010-09-09T11:47:00.000-07:002010-09-09T11:55:12.137-07:00Just a few thingsJust a quick post to update you on the things I've been knitting since leaving my job:<br />A pair of fingerless mittens: Pattern <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Endpaper</span> Mitts from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ravelry</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj52-vLH_cFaNjczYzynltXfN8loKOdqlWXhMR3ZNSckN-TpI6BYTsl3YvrNxES4aRen76M95izIqw_h1d4x8NgcU1R8GqRWWK5Pz_QBg8kQtaKwIu_rWNXkEJMslrDMniamqLcMhmbaV0/s1600/Picture+604.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514988379600809538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj52-vLH_cFaNjczYzynltXfN8loKOdqlWXhMR3ZNSckN-TpI6BYTsl3YvrNxES4aRen76M95izIqw_h1d4x8NgcU1R8GqRWWK5Pz_QBg8kQtaKwIu_rWNXkEJMslrDMniamqLcMhmbaV0/s320/Picture+604.jpg" border="0" /></a> A pair of socks, pattern Crevasse on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ravelry</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg2L7J-lCMtEcU4WsDjif-hJy2eyT5RosuiWWg1MihXuK4jPHRt4iNNuqbReHKxX-sE5_9NEgiYU46pOjEGoQ-V0XJlMD6incNSAMhYeGS-tLa7dDVuNeYa6Y5uzyn6vI9Qz2fdo5HK0g/s1600/Picture+602.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514988311513140114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg2L7J-lCMtEcU4WsDjif-hJy2eyT5RosuiWWg1MihXuK4jPHRt4iNNuqbReHKxX-sE5_9NEgiYU46pOjEGoQ-V0XJlMD6incNSAMhYeGS-tLa7dDVuNeYa6Y5uzyn6vI9Qz2fdo5HK0g/s320/Picture+602.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />A baby sweater, pattern Baby Yoda on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ravelry</span></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPjKZCXF3wOXG3YWhuVjZc9lqdkp1YdwhCqvfz93Eqm6TcVM0nAlNaugSx8p7dmuZ_vGxhw8u2x6yin12XXMwnLUxITrdX8HoN6NOoa3ZyZ5EILzD29YBPg1hHz4wj22QrD00SNWj07jY/s1600/Picture+600.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514988245922393170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPjKZCXF3wOXG3YWhuVjZc9lqdkp1YdwhCqvfz93Eqm6TcVM0nAlNaugSx8p7dmuZ_vGxhw8u2x6yin12XXMwnLUxITrdX8HoN6NOoa3ZyZ5EILzD29YBPg1hHz4wj22QrD00SNWj07jY/s320/Picture+600.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A sweater (yes, THE Sweater) that turned out lovely <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">btw</span>, pattern <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Cassidy</span> on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Ravelry</span></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYUZVd5sNmgq1beY9H9P3V1iTyh7ZfXKhH1lVrurQMVR8_z9nUXgyYKnSRyrYHPVDhN3vJ2atstZby9IT8k0cYjALHGWKELSpWYEDHfXB3bPbEj5IAs80zqVDwU3mkbBZ7JSt5WL39uEc/s1600/Picture+596.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514988179861275570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYUZVd5sNmgq1beY9H9P3V1iTyh7ZfXKhH1lVrurQMVR8_z9nUXgyYKnSRyrYHPVDhN3vJ2atstZby9IT8k0cYjALHGWKELSpWYEDHfXB3bPbEj5IAs80zqVDwU3mkbBZ7JSt5WL39uEc/s320/Picture+596.jpg" border="0" /></a> A blanket, pattern Modern Log Cabin on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Ravelry</span></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJmZNqrqD-zNrkKXy_50xAm9mdPCED8f9APpe1awhcvr98ChZCBmvwyMxGYfVhdM3_aI06jLnCYnGNA_QMnOryqai1LlWgqSnPSyiJ2UDcZvlFsmShu65ZN4f0qUpL4cmug6ptaTTD1gg/s1600/Picture+590.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514988090970513714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJmZNqrqD-zNrkKXy_50xAm9mdPCED8f9APpe1awhcvr98ChZCBmvwyMxGYfVhdM3_aI06jLnCYnGNA_QMnOryqai1LlWgqSnPSyiJ2UDcZvlFsmShu65ZN4f0qUpL4cmug6ptaTTD1gg/s320/Picture+590.jpg" border="0" /></a> And a few hats, can't for the life of me remember the pattern name, but they're on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Ravelry</span> too.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyNdNn-ZzZrgAHRsSJIoogsLNJWpgVOF3jEz7RmRpHYfuAKPTohNyGuFLbcA2Jcj-mazXWfhiWWI7rrQwdQQ3TzPDSrl1ploLKXc6VW8faED94oIeFWDB82IMKO3Nt2Xe2Zq2-9AcLJ6M/s1600/Picture+589.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514987947137996546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyNdNn-ZzZrgAHRsSJIoogsLNJWpgVOF3jEz7RmRpHYfuAKPTohNyGuFLbcA2Jcj-mazXWfhiWWI7rrQwdQQ3TzPDSrl1ploLKXc6VW8faED94oIeFWDB82IMKO3Nt2Xe2Zq2-9AcLJ6M/s320/Picture+589.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAN9ngjbSwcYzMffHISU6gvT7aiMdkMQ0hXWKNo3TYxCL-KHpEty0QEKZYxMWCeQkNK5wp9TupVtKmm1902cmXc6p_bCGC5zKVUxJuuUMmBoqt5wg_citpioKY6HTWf74ISIowmaC-T_I/s1600/Picture+588.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514987634252818530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAN9ngjbSwcYzMffHISU6gvT7aiMdkMQ0hXWKNo3TYxCL-KHpEty0QEKZYxMWCeQkNK5wp9TupVtKmm1902cmXc6p_bCGC5zKVUxJuuUMmBoqt5wg_citpioKY6HTWf74ISIowmaC-T_I/s320/Picture+588.jpg" border="0" /></a> I've also been working a bit here and there at Crafty Planet on Johnson St. in NE <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Mpls</span>. Please come by and see me on a Sunday afternoon! I can't tell you how awesome that place is and how much I love working there! Finally, a job that feeds my yarn and fabric addiction!</div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Mulderknitterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11512844519079362715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847402390706601245.post-66629116903441638152010-08-02T14:21:00.000-07:002010-08-02T14:28:41.786-07:00I quit! & why I can't have a dogThis is my neighbor's dog. As you can see he is a very happy, playful dog. Much to my neighbor's dismay, he did not come with an appropriate warning about her yard though.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGpWRNVQX9YepBL4dpIhv5JzHs_bbP12_A2Ro6VOULr1-YwqexLwbPwD06gcoz0_X8JDYLzyogtvnfE-BQKMh7iWX2Q3Fu9T9awjDt9AzoCD7EnB_R7Es63V5llvacCl4taWiPw6fxC-I/s1600/Picture+593.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500926275553034306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGpWRNVQX9YepBL4dpIhv5JzHs_bbP12_A2Ro6VOULr1-YwqexLwbPwD06gcoz0_X8JDYLzyogtvnfE-BQKMh7iWX2Q3Fu9T9awjDt9AzoCD7EnB_R7Es63V5llvacCl4taWiPw6fxC-I/s320/Picture+593.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I have also just finished my last day! More than 9 years with my company and there were some tears but also cake and pizza which always helps, and I'm off! </div><div>I want to make it perfectly clear that my decision to leave had NOTHING to do with any bad feelings for the company or any job problems. Despite the normal crap that happens over 9 years, my job was the best I could have asked for at the best time in my life with the best coworkers and boss ever. Seriously. I didn't always love it, but that comes with the job. I left because it is the right time for me to move on. </div><div>Stay tuned for epic doing nothingness to come!</div>Mulderknitterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11512844519079362715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847402390706601245.post-6167303501179838572010-07-13T15:40:00.001-07:002010-07-13T15:45:59.028-07:00Houston, we've got sleeves!These are the sleeves to my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Cassidy</span> cardigan, blocking. They will look better when they dry and are on the sweater, I swear.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyFLJYfurZbUoVI9nsPUWFute7QcTrEb5gaycAiQiqvCX0YNgW3-bkKzBhyphenhyphenXDO5EZ0iXzeKrUGyJ25-yBQfLkehpwsyeCZvI_VKjRtXN2VBUsK9ly5SNf9Q5aDxnhDRGmsweK5Quukc80/s1600/Picture+587.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493524834664060386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyFLJYfurZbUoVI9nsPUWFute7QcTrEb5gaycAiQiqvCX0YNgW3-bkKzBhyphenhyphenXDO5EZ0iXzeKrUGyJ25-yBQfLkehpwsyeCZvI_VKjRtXN2VBUsK9ly5SNf9Q5aDxnhDRGmsweK5Quukc80/s320/Picture+587.jpg" border="0" /></a> This sweater is a serious deal for me, as I knew it would be. Not only am I knitting from a chart, but I learned the proper way to do a mattress seam on a sweater, and *gosh* does that ever make a difference! I am actually pretty excited about the finished product!<br /><br />In other news, we got an automatic cat feeder. It is set to go off and dump out a specified amount of food 3 times a day, so now we don't have to worry <em>quite </em>so much about being home to meet the cats needs.<br />This is what they all look like when they hear it dump the food. Dexter gets there first, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">cuz</span> he's a big bully, Mulder usually moves in, and Itchy gets it last. We were worried that they weren't all getting enough, so we upped the amount a bit. Now it seems just perfect.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqaD7IKK53X-cNvkk5ImOEOl06p7LC6Sg-e25Qy_hZhCi-ZZ0DB6YaiODgThHUkcTGaFm0HUfCPR8-byTSQSeXE5icAIKk0luRUd3aYR9vz44219UjPMbwMpliaHvt-lWwaGwiC8AoHHY/s1600/Picture+586.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493524760031790066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqaD7IKK53X-cNvkk5ImOEOl06p7LC6Sg-e25Qy_hZhCi-ZZ0DB6YaiODgThHUkcTGaFm0HUfCPR8-byTSQSeXE5icAIKk0luRUd3aYR9vz44219UjPMbwMpliaHvt-lWwaGwiC8AoHHY/s320/Picture+586.jpg" border="0" /></a> We hoped this would help to alleviate the problem of herd of kitties running to food bowl because they're starving. And it has. A bit.<br /><br /><div></div>Mulderknitterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11512844519079362715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847402390706601245.post-61687278148861705872010-06-26T14:59:00.000-07:002010-06-26T15:01:44.970-07:00Wanna freak out a knitter?Best way to freak out a knitter is to have a creepy squirmy brown bug appear in her yarn.<br />I promise it is the fastest way to get said knitter to scream, grab yarn and bust into husband in the bathroom and shake out all the yarn in the tub.<br />The yarn is now in the freezer, just in case, and all surrounding yarn has been checked.<br />Googled, and it didn't look like anything other than a small baby centipede that probably crawled in the window.Mulderknitterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11512844519079362715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847402390706601245.post-42622204321443954612010-06-24T13:59:00.000-07:002010-06-24T14:03:52.009-07:00Snot bubblesItchy has a cold. This is him at the vet this morning. He had been wheezing and making sounds like he had a squeeky toy in his throat, sneezing violently and not eating. Not even hissing when I picked him up. So you know that he feels yucky if he's not hissing. So I took him to the vet, the lovely vet that sees Mulder, and he promptly had a violent sneezing attack that made him look like Elvis while blowing snot bubbles. Definately a cold she said. She's so nice.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgps7z7Gx096Z8sDix4pjFRj7HakMvpRbRSXHuNhHcu2AHR_W7kMg08G9WyRTNzfil_gm4uqzqctFhHn9NfKqFPWfAfUTW1i54nAx_sXGBNnAa6Ct6R9D_Xv6vqMNQ4npdyenOtgBosRQM/s1600/Picture+577.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486447803369337874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgps7z7Gx096Z8sDix4pjFRj7HakMvpRbRSXHuNhHcu2AHR_W7kMg08G9WyRTNzfil_gm4uqzqctFhHn9NfKqFPWfAfUTW1i54nAx_sXGBNnAa6Ct6R9D_Xv6vqMNQ4npdyenOtgBosRQM/s320/Picture+577.jpg" border="0" /></a> He got fluids sub-q (under his skin) and some stuff I got to try to make him take. Luckily, he's not feeling well, so instead of landing me in the ER with another tetanus shot and antibiotics, he just blew more snot bubbles at me.<br /><br />And yes, I did take my camera to the vet for the sole purpose of taking his picture and blogging about it. So??????Mulderknitterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11512844519079362715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847402390706601245.post-34159138006132706182010-06-08T14:25:00.000-07:002010-06-08T14:27:40.176-07:00Moving right alongNow that I figured out the chart pattern with the help of the lovely Angela from The Knitter's Palette, I am moving right along. I am about 2 inches away from being done with the back!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHYRW9PX-TErthyLwMg-l1-GM2Cnq8qwQYB94RjuZBX0D-p3S0d8tqm_tQaDrnIGTpKpXFF6GAm9FCpp32DEzztDOJ27QMKTlTMhrFZVlmKXoZm-MyA2nEMXJtyTTD8AATNdOEjJvJcMc/s1600/Picture+568.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480517153772932034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHYRW9PX-TErthyLwMg-l1-GM2Cnq8qwQYB94RjuZBX0D-p3S0d8tqm_tQaDrnIGTpKpXFF6GAm9FCpp32DEzztDOJ27QMKTlTMhrFZVlmKXoZm-MyA2nEMXJtyTTD8AATNdOEjJvJcMc/s320/Picture+568.jpg" border="0" /></a>I believe it is turning out quite lovely. I am using the same yarn I used in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Fiddlehead</span> mittens for my mom, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Berrocco</span> Ultra Alpaca worsted weight in Blueberry mix, which is my new passion. Thank goodness my new passion is reasonably priced and available at the Knitter's Palette!<br /><div></div>Mulderknitterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11512844519079362715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847402390706601245.post-51155449435953360282010-06-02T18:20:00.000-07:002010-06-02T18:31:50.371-07:00The Sweater TheoryI have always had in my mind that no matter what or how much I knit, I am not a "real" knitter until I can make myself a cozy sweater that I want to wear every day of my life. This theory does not apply to anyone but myself. But until I can make myself "THE" sweater, I have not yet arrived.<br />Enter sweater class 2010. I have made sweaters, but in my mind, not a single one is 'THE" sweater. None of them can be thrown on without a bit of coordination. So until this year, I was still on the hunt. Knitter's Palette decided to host a make a sweater of your choice type class, and I was in.<br />First mistake was in the choosing of the pattern. I couldn't just choose one with shaping and seaming, no no no. I had to go for cables, and CHARTED cables nonetheless. I have never worked from a cable chart ever, but shoot, LET'S GO!<br />Picked favorite yarn. Ordered, bought, wound in a delightful little ball. Get pattern, look over. Decide it's confusing, but decide to wait until class to have a full on freak out.<br />Go to class. Gosh, this is confusing, but I got some good guidance from lovely Angela, and onward we go.<br />Second mistake. I went home fully confident I could make the back all by my lonesome. Never should have left the store. Should have sat there and knit until I finished the back because I have now re-knit the same piece 4 times. Partly because I failed to read, partly because Itchy thinks alpaca is awesome, partly because I can no longer count, and finally because I thought I would get fancy and write out the charted instructions so I could read them but still couldn't count so I ended up knitting for an hour and had one less row and one less <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">stitch</span> after ripping it all out.<br />Put the fucking knitting down...take a step back....<br />Picked up those needles, pulled out the fucking pattern, threw out my notes, and read from the chart...very very very very slowly.<br />Mother-f-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ing</span> success.<br />Only 2 hours spent to get 2 rows in.<br />If I don't get the best sweater out of this I quit knitting.Mulderknitterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11512844519079362715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847402390706601245.post-3134239162554852272010-05-26T14:11:00.000-07:002010-05-26T14:23:03.212-07:00This little girl was hanging out at work this morning when I got there. She was hungry, shaking, cold, wet, and hurt badly on her back foot. She was also the cutest and sweetest thing on the face of the planet<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJX1OHChUhZfh6rHK_Q4vzyX0WGbAPoTkSHa-2VotbzAccXfb7h_sWY1EDuoqBhPt7fGOO9uqfdXjeaAOuICGq2ic2ICXMLTXBLdlhj0AFmt-VJgv906qOBPp5_Vt4QyzK8kZI537eSaw/s1600/Sweetie.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475691350333901458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJX1OHChUhZfh6rHK_Q4vzyX0WGbAPoTkSHa-2VotbzAccXfb7h_sWY1EDuoqBhPt7fGOO9uqfdXjeaAOuICGq2ic2ICXMLTXBLdlhj0AFmt-VJgv906qOBPp5_Vt4QyzK8kZI537eSaw/s320/Sweetie.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475691513680881138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX-D3bgxqX2k5_oUo2bo7x9a9vjWHnV-I31qsuVNqnoLebPMTGIl56ikZQk4R1LI6jGd1ENoxxED9l9JCKcLrbrJBh_Y3CVCMRFP-ezfOD8WGbzI9SAMkWAd0_OkVw3jeby43y_UuV-lU/s320/bad+foot.bmp" border="0" /> As you can see, her foot is about 3 times the size of her other foot. Some asshole put a tourniquet on her and almost cost her the whole foot. Her entire paw was sliced open on the pads.<br /><br />I think there is a special place in Hell for people that neglect or abuse animals.<br /><br /><div></div><div>We called Animal Control, and a very nice officer came and took her along with a coworker to the animal hospital. They won't have to amputate her foot, which they were afraid of, and she might not need stitches if they can help it. The coworker wants to adopt her, but is afraid of the expense. She did hear from the officer (who has rescued and kept 3 of his own dogs) that said the station could impound her for 10 days, then she could come get her at a lesser expense than having to pay all the vet bills out of pocket.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Mulderknitterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11512844519079362715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847402390706601245.post-58729661684778803662010-05-22T17:24:00.000-07:002010-05-22T17:25:27.787-07:00MediumDid anyone else watch the season finale of "Medium"? I kept thinking to myself, she gets to spend her whole afterlife in her pajamas! Yay!Mulderknitterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11512844519079362715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847402390706601245.post-64791932408451118042010-05-21T19:11:00.000-07:002010-05-21T19:15:57.244-07:00Kill me nowAll I have to say about this week is that I actually had to complain to my boss that my coworker was clipping his toenails at his desk. And she's threatening to call HR in to mediate the situation. What in the name of everything is there to mediate? How do you mediate NOT clipping your toenails at your desk?<br />A better idea would be to mediate me NOT waiting in the parking lot for him to come out and ramming my car into him over and over and over back and forth until his toes become severed from the rest of his body.<br />THAT would be a better idea.Mulderknitterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11512844519079362715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847402390706601245.post-86325199883371905392010-05-11T13:19:00.001-07:002010-05-11T13:23:47.795-07:00Shepherd's Harvest picsJust for kicks, I got a picture of all 3 boys together. I was playing on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Wii</span> fit and they were all rapt, as they should be. Of course Mulder is in his king position on the pillow, Itchy on the arm, and Dexter on the cushion.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8G7T-xh1uRb0w5B7waAtFsjGLigklfxrfgrUdrZzT08qczgHiXe_uLk7XdkthKJ26BmwfSnHl8xdz6BJ3CwlgmLkzl_lUqNZXbLFXULBWqTn0nJLgv8Fy8MzIyOKKF_ZdKKwI0HAD5Xg/s1600/Picture+557.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470109940258187874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8G7T-xh1uRb0w5B7waAtFsjGLigklfxrfgrUdrZzT08qczgHiXe_uLk7XdkthKJ26BmwfSnHl8xdz6BJ3CwlgmLkzl_lUqNZXbLFXULBWqTn0nJLgv8Fy8MzIyOKKF_ZdKKwI0HAD5Xg/s320/Picture+557.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is the sheep dog demo I got to watch a bit of. I was pausing to drink some hot coffee, it was freezing. The dogs were pretty cool, and fun to watch.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi78XEVohvQ-qM9CMlC2g34cjK361ZfQZ1w_gdGH4b7kZMaTBCvlESvRLhlXxmS4E7E6OmKTg_G_oom574IITk_99xGr9VIfiyJeLg1LkjQKy9PgsAiz68jWMUyb5-Jc3gP3d-5c_29FZ4/s1600/Picture+554.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470109865724084370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi78XEVohvQ-qM9CMlC2g34cjK361ZfQZ1w_gdGH4b7kZMaTBCvlESvRLhlXxmS4E7E6OmKTg_G_oom574IITk_99xGr9VIfiyJeLg1LkjQKy9PgsAiz68jWMUyb5-Jc3gP3d-5c_29FZ4/s320/Picture+554.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is a knitted wedding dress I saw. The woman that knit it wore it for her wedding, as well she should. I would wear it every day, and end up 50 years later covered in cobwebs in a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dilapidated</span> mansion.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1-Uf60jjbCEDn1l3piIZmFGC-vq18S2cVJqt6wkBz9DR8r0SbhdNq-OpOspBsc4WuafS7fmEVralDFmx8tUVN-mtNXpGov04quKbNT_yik8ajKFZM1KbDPxYBSUjhEnZqOpgpNf2jSeA/s1600/Picture+552.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470109783799135954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1-Uf60jjbCEDn1l3piIZmFGC-vq18S2cVJqt6wkBz9DR8r0SbhdNq-OpOspBsc4WuafS7fmEVralDFmx8tUVN-mtNXpGov04quKbNT_yik8ajKFZM1KbDPxYBSUjhEnZqOpgpNf2jSeA/s320/Picture+552.jpg" border="0" /></a> Those were the best photos. I had a blast, came home with enough fiber and yarn to spin and knit for at least another year.<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Mulderknitterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11512844519079362715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847402390706601245.post-15285402645755652572010-05-06T15:15:00.001-07:002010-05-06T15:22:29.350-07:00Whatcha eating?I really suck at feeding myself. This has become more apparent this week on vacation as I try to fend for myself and not rely on my daily frozen lunch in the microwave for my main meal of the day.<br />Today out of desperation for normal-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ish</span> food and something new, I made hard-boiled eggs for the first time ever in my life. Really. It was a feat to behold. I even had to look up how to do it on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Internet</span>. Seriously. I paced for the whole 10 minutes they were "simmering" which I'm not really even sure I know what that means, thinking the whole time they would explode on the stove just like the time my Mom put them in the microwave and they blew the door off.<br />When they were done, I ate them with trepidation. They smelled good, they tasted good, but for about 2 hours I was beset with the idea that I would have food poisoning because I didn't do it right. Which I don't by the way. I'm fine. I think.<br />So I've realized I'm probably going to starve to death by this time next week if I don't get some ideas soon. I HATE TO COOK. Seriously. When I lived by myself I was so freaking proud of myself for making a spaghetti dinner that I thought I was queen of the world. I do that about once a year. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Macaroni</span> & cheese from the box is my cooking. And I only do that once a week or so. A plate of bacon used to and still can be a nice dinner. Add an egg if you have them, but they're easier to cook when you float them in the bacon grease so you can flip them. Rice-a-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">roni</span> is not a side but a well thought out meal.<br />So what do you make? Is there anything in a box I can make other than pasta? A can of something other than ravioli? No. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">willnotmakeramen</span>.Mulderknitterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11512844519079362715noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847402390706601245.post-86410871882274626512010-05-05T12:03:00.000-07:002010-05-05T12:05:55.527-07:00Found:<br />One incredibly cute burgundy corduroy jacket hanging out in the basement along with 2 sweatshirts and a cardigan I thought I had lost. Discovered while on the hunt for winter jackets to donate.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcBH5-xzqPYYbK_vTwtNx28lCvesFbTdYPt5zQcJC5hn4vpRlZcfk754PppjgzC4QNzKFnCQ_NS6QMGUH6ba4sgsPENb1kkRQuKvl_4bMOFUaZJS4mJZVyXnn5EEB_clcPcBz6wP5Ikc/s1600/Picture+551.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467863786400771330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcBH5-xzqPYYbK_vTwtNx28lCvesFbTdYPt5zQcJC5hn4vpRlZcfk754PppjgzC4QNzKFnCQ_NS6QMGUH6ba4sgsPENb1kkRQuKvl_4bMOFUaZJS4mJZVyXnn5EEB_clcPcBz6wP5Ikc/s320/Picture+551.jpg" border="0" /></a> Done: Donation of 4 garbage bags of clothing. Absolutely none of which came from my closet. They were all leftovers from last years purge.<br />But hey, gotta start somewhere right?Mulderknitterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11512844519079362715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847402390706601245.post-15026804094165917432010-05-04T13:14:00.000-07:002010-05-04T13:17:08.571-07:00Something weirdThere is something weird that happens when you decide to do ALL of the laundry that's been sitting around. You suddenly realize a lot of odd things all at once.<br />1 You have a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">crapton</span> of clothes<br />2 You still have nothing to wear and you hate it all<br />3 Except for the super cute burgundy <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">corduroy</span> jacket that yes indeed is missing.<br />4 You do not have enough hangers<br />5 Someone came and stole all of your underwear except the crappy stuff.Mulderknitterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11512844519079362715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847402390706601245.post-7653986126454395162010-04-26T18:40:00.001-07:002010-04-26T18:43:50.158-07:00Sexy ManMulder got a bath last night, and just wanted to show off how sexy and sleek he looks now that he is de-dandruffed.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN7sXfH1uJbjMlcPIM1PsuCfQgN8XM9Z_nxRaVbWVVTPaXl7eSZW8hdtZMKBDOqJ0FPu9opDkhnDaW27rNFkyOoaLUqRRBlueZlHjTgBgK-BACPpWLtO3kjSmpzkXAimNlKpnXv1lNBCM/s1600/Picture+546.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464626271394792770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN7sXfH1uJbjMlcPIM1PsuCfQgN8XM9Z_nxRaVbWVVTPaXl7eSZW8hdtZMKBDOqJ0FPu9opDkhnDaW27rNFkyOoaLUqRRBlueZlHjTgBgK-BACPpWLtO3kjSmpzkXAimNlKpnXv1lNBCM/s320/Picture+546.jpg" border="0" /></a> Mulder is a bit of an "older" gent. He's having more laziness with the cleaning part of his routine, choosing to favor the sleeping over the cleaning. So he needs a bit of help especially with the de-oiling of his fur. At one point I swear the little bugger was actually liking the shower, he sat back with his head up so we could spray his chest with the nice warm water from the fancy shower head we got just for him.<br />But then he growled.<br />Bugger.Mulderknitterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11512844519079362715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847402390706601245.post-79762187044775461362010-04-22T15:28:00.001-07:002010-04-22T15:33:42.007-07:00Pictures SchmicturesYes, I know I promised landscaping pics a while ago.<br />YOU try living my life for 28.2 seconds and see if that's on the top of your to do list.<br />Just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sayin</span>...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-4SMMv7HvY9gUjCunZeEu2_4qDYj0_eCP7tYIlAltLO1S7fMWkyjqnEKyaz80i30HP-iwuGMLnur3NR8dYdjxxZpfCo6EGbj_K-fUU6tKInzYLD3_Sa01SvDAtmb_3DxfUXmxgryw86M/s1600/Picture+543.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463092498938607378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-4SMMv7HvY9gUjCunZeEu2_4qDYj0_eCP7tYIlAltLO1S7fMWkyjqnEKyaz80i30HP-iwuGMLnur3NR8dYdjxxZpfCo6EGbj_K-fUU6tKInzYLD3_Sa01SvDAtmb_3DxfUXmxgryw86M/s320/Picture+543.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is the after shot of the pond. LOVE IT! They took out all the grossness and added goodies like real pretty rocks and redid the water bowls so they don't get so yucky.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxgLsbvSgnqW5OvFQMy8I8ERYsgKlud1roM2ort8i7QA6XXUw4XPGaaEdfFzp__oqYeF8X1lAH09Jykr64k_g2mT7ITvLo-n-4g7zo_IIU3KltrG6USc-Zom5cmxUYeWXAK-wPCVdidP0/s1600/Picture+542.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463092441200938562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxgLsbvSgnqW5OvFQMy8I8ERYsgKlud1roM2ort8i7QA6XXUw4XPGaaEdfFzp__oqYeF8X1lAH09Jykr64k_g2mT7ITvLo-n-4g7zo_IIU3KltrG6USc-Zom5cmxUYeWXAK-wPCVdidP0/s320/Picture+542.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is the backyard. They pulled EVERYTHING OUT and redid with cedar mulch, that smells like freaking heaven, and planted cute little evergreens everywhere.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUm1lk8HHlFTcyKEIfhWziNOyL-ZD9zyjimkF5-F53r-nwrI1ovYRbN9xzISr0ADfL5-mUcL7hIXDeg6-ZnpqNCRdUSpFAPIzbmgHSPLUOWjvHJJ1Gucy29oPAhH6lb0G2XlzqEezwSpw/s1600/Picture+541.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463092380758750978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUm1lk8HHlFTcyKEIfhWziNOyL-ZD9zyjimkF5-F53r-nwrI1ovYRbN9xzISr0ADfL5-mUcL7hIXDeg6-ZnpqNCRdUSpFAPIzbmgHSPLUOWjvHJJ1Gucy29oPAhH6lb0G2XlzqEezwSpw/s320/Picture+541.jpg" border="0" /></a> That's the front. The bushes are a gorgeous bluish hue, and they should get about 5 feet around. Let me tell you, I'm watering those things like I've never watered in my life. Well... I haven't... </div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Anyhooo</span>....</div><div>There ya go.</div><div> </div><div>One week to go until my 2 week vacation. I'm going to Shepherd's Harvest in Lake Elmo and that's it. NADA. Well, I threatened the DH that I would clean the basement, so I might follow <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">thru</span> on that. Other than that, NOPE, NADA! Plan to get my knit on, my spin on, and my beer drinking on. Not in that order.<br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div>Mulderknitterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11512844519079362715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847402390706601245.post-86476349115410595152010-04-18T18:24:00.000-07:002010-04-18T18:25:39.455-07:001st sale down, 1 to go<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8u8LguU4ldeERbsrV03uE46ZgjMr2vru2R8LuideJfshDr4gs5NDXS7IhwVOa4NvCWHUWrhky4yTOi-g5yZZqm2Io96yYDg-VvTNk_O3xbX-2hM8ul1L9_uiifhWwhWm0_1UtJXNEA4I/s1600/Picture+530.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461653569616613090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8u8LguU4ldeERbsrV03uE46ZgjMr2vru2R8LuideJfshDr4gs5NDXS7IhwVOa4NvCWHUWrhky4yTOi-g5yZZqm2Io96yYDg-VvTNk_O3xbX-2hM8ul1L9_uiifhWwhWm0_1UtJXNEA4I/s320/Picture+530.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I know I owe you pics of the landcaping, but all you get right now is the loot I got from the MN Textile center's garage sale. Lets just say it was worth it as always!</div>Mulderknitterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11512844519079362715noreply@blogger.com1