Yarn. Why Not.
Over the last several months, I've not done much knitting. Or much embroidery. It's been a hell of a ride, at work and at home, and I've found myself spending my evenings playing solitaire on the laptop. But now work has calmed down, and Bear's Retreat is livable, and I'm knitting again.
I had a batch of Scottish cashmere I was considering selling on eBay, but I decided to keep it. It's becoming a top-down raglan, with cable seams. Extremely easy, very soft and luxurious. Excellent slide back into textiles. And you'll have a picture of it someday, because Christina is going to help me, as soon as finals start, ABANDON BLOGGER AND MOVE TO A NEW SERVER!
Yes! This is very exciting. When that happens, pictures will come back to the blog, and you may then all see the knitting, the kittens, the disgruntled older cat, the kitchen of Bear's Retreat, the living room ditto, the rest of the retreat ditto, and whatever else it is I used to give you pictures of before Blogger nefariously caused me to have no more pictures.
How happy I am that I've been so charming to the girly blogger techno-geeks, when we have our lunches on the South Side. Cause now I get lunch on the North Side, and playing with the corgi, and new blogging, and things are great. I'm pretty nervous about how all this will work, though, because I am not a girly blogger techno-geek, no, I am a girly blogger retro-geek, and Elizabethan secretary macaronic court hand doesn't show up in the blogging sphere, not ever, and when Christina and Vanessa and Cindy start talking about Things They Know, my mind starts glazing over after the words "server" and "third-party apps," and although I can say things like "praeconizat non comparuit et cetera," it doesn't really get me very far.
So, anyway, that will happen in a couple of weeks, so we can look forward to that. Also, we can look forward to the new collection of Christmas Crap, as brought to us by Going Jesus, the foremost collector of tacky holy images on the net. (Except, I guess, for Jesus of the Week -- that site's limited, though, to images of Jesus Himself; Sarah is willing to go further afield.) We're getting angels this year, she says, starting Sunday. If you'd like to see some of her earlier collection, go here for the Cavalcade of Bad Nativities; another collection, the Passion of the Tchotchke, is here. And my own small contribution to this field can be found at "Venite Adoremus Fertum." Enjoy.
Last night I went off to choir rehearsal, and left Sam and the child to their own devices. These devices, until a few nights ago, have consisted of pizza and Hard Times -- but they finished up Hard Times, so they needed a new book. (The child listened to all of Hard Times with stalwart bravery, I take it, though Sam remarked to me that Hard Times wasn't nearly as exciting a read as he had remembered.) When I got home, I learned that they've now graduated from Dickens to Dostoevsky. Crime and Punishment?! I said. Are you kidding?
Sam says the child thought it was pretty interesting. Next, War and Peace.
I had a batch of Scottish cashmere I was considering selling on eBay, but I decided to keep it. It's becoming a top-down raglan, with cable seams. Extremely easy, very soft and luxurious. Excellent slide back into textiles. And you'll have a picture of it someday, because Christina is going to help me, as soon as finals start, ABANDON BLOGGER AND MOVE TO A NEW SERVER!
Yes! This is very exciting. When that happens, pictures will come back to the blog, and you may then all see the knitting, the kittens, the disgruntled older cat, the kitchen of Bear's Retreat, the living room ditto, the rest of the retreat ditto, and whatever else it is I used to give you pictures of before Blogger nefariously caused me to have no more pictures.
How happy I am that I've been so charming to the girly blogger techno-geeks, when we have our lunches on the South Side. Cause now I get lunch on the North Side, and playing with the corgi, and new blogging, and things are great. I'm pretty nervous about how all this will work, though, because I am not a girly blogger techno-geek, no, I am a girly blogger retro-geek, and Elizabethan secretary macaronic court hand doesn't show up in the blogging sphere, not ever, and when Christina and Vanessa and Cindy start talking about Things They Know, my mind starts glazing over after the words "server" and "third-party apps," and although I can say things like "praeconizat non comparuit et cetera," it doesn't really get me very far.
So, anyway, that will happen in a couple of weeks, so we can look forward to that. Also, we can look forward to the new collection of Christmas Crap, as brought to us by Going Jesus, the foremost collector of tacky holy images on the net. (Except, I guess, for Jesus of the Week -- that site's limited, though, to images of Jesus Himself; Sarah is willing to go further afield.) We're getting angels this year, she says, starting Sunday. If you'd like to see some of her earlier collection, go here for the Cavalcade of Bad Nativities; another collection, the Passion of the Tchotchke, is here. And my own small contribution to this field can be found at "Venite Adoremus Fertum." Enjoy.
Last night I went off to choir rehearsal, and left Sam and the child to their own devices. These devices, until a few nights ago, have consisted of pizza and Hard Times -- but they finished up Hard Times, so they needed a new book. (The child listened to all of Hard Times with stalwart bravery, I take it, though Sam remarked to me that Hard Times wasn't nearly as exciting a read as he had remembered.) When I got home, I learned that they've now graduated from Dickens to Dostoevsky. Crime and Punishment?! I said. Are you kidding?
Sam says the child thought it was pretty interesting. Next, War and Peace.
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