Wednesday, December 31, 2008

What was I thinking

I don't drive in snow. Ever. If I can help it.

Fortunately my job has snow days so I can live by this and still function in society.

This morning there was (is) an icy mix on my slip slidy curvy hilly road. Mr. Sophanne needed apple pie and milk for his bedtime snack and it sucks that he had to work today. I also finished Marie's traveling scarf and wanted to end that project. Apple pie, milk, and Marie all live at the bottom of the slip slidy curvy hilly road.

I didn't think it would be too bad. It's hard to tell how the roads are when they don't call a snow day because we're on vacation.

Getting down was not much of a problem- even though the roads had not been treated. Liza was whimpering in the car and that should have been a sign. Could be that she thought she was going to go for a romp around the fairgrounds. Coming home I floored my 6 cylinder mitsubishi diamante with the relatively new tires and was able to slither up the hill at about 7 miles an hour. If I had hit a not slipslidy spot I would have easily been going 75 mph within seconds. Does everyone driving in slippyslidysnowyroads spend most of their time looking to see where the car can be safely ditched or is it just me?

I'm home safe and sound. So is Liza. I didn't get up our 45 degree angle driveway. Instead Liza and I went outside and cleared the snow. There's more there now. Liza ran like a crazy happy snow dog.

She's asleep, Mr. Sophanne has his apple pie and milk, Marie has her scarf and as soon as my heart stops beating like crazy I'm going to watch Twilight Zone reruns on the SciFi channel and knit. Mr. Sophanne can get the second round of snow. I bet we end up with 2 apple pies because he's not going to think I went out in it. HA! It could be worse.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Follow a Pattern? Do Not Comprehend.

I know that it's stating the obvious when I say that there are many many many beautifully designed patterns out there. When I try to follow them it's like opening Pandora's box and the only contents are opportunities for me to screw up.

My friend Edith knit sweaters as a teenager and sold them in the black market in Belgium to survive WWII. She didn't follow a pattern. She just knit them. Many times she had to remember the size of the person she was knitting for and couldn't take measurements. The first blog I ever read was Wendy Bernard's Knit and Tonic so I've come to believe "it's not really knitting unless you do a little designing on the side."

When I was at Bloomin' Yarns I bought 2400 yards of Noro thinking- I'll just follow EPS or Barbara Walker. I hate following patterns.

Thus red-wine Malabrigo Salt Peanuts was frogged and I cast on for a top down pullover SWEARING to myself that I really need to do a few more of these so that I get the basics down before I start messing around with it.

Then the 365 stitches a year calendar started eep eeping from under the desk. Pesky stitch calendar.

It's hard to see, but what's going on here is your basic stockinette top down yoke with what the calendar calls "woven stitch 2" from September 11.

Did I swatch with this? Absolutely not. (I did swatch the stockinette) Do I have any idea how this stitch will behave in this garment in the end? Only instinct and well... let's not go there. Do I know how the sleeves will work? What about the collar? How about the bottom? No,no and again, no. At least, however, I know that these are things that I SHOULD know which shows progress.

At one point the thought crossed my mind to steek a V neck into the yoke and do the woven stitch up and around. The jury is still out on that.

They say that those who have lived with chaos in the past are destined to seek it out again and again, proving that they can control the situation. I've managed to get a handle on some of life's chaos. Knitting chaos? Not so much.

Seems like no matter the light, malabrigo doesn't photograph well in garments. All those pesky shadings making it look like bad variegated yarn. I do however, like what the stitch pattern does to the pooling, so that's a bonus.

Experimentation also allowed me to play with the light settings on the camera (along with the stage of what I thought was going to be the Best Shadow Puppet Theater Ever) and I was able to get close on the colors that I hope will be the Adult Surprise Jacket. Did I note every setting so that I would know which one will work next time? Please refer to the above thoughts on chaos.

I thought I was going to wait until good lighting and finished fabulousness to post- given that we may not have that until April, I jumped in.

Friday, December 26, 2008

baa baa blacksheep

Such a popular post title but I really did pick up 3 bags. I managed to avoid the crazed, materialistic holiday mess only to fall flat at the yarn store today. Used to be I could buy slowly with knit night happening once a week. Little yarn here- little yarn there. Now? Not so much. I did have a list and I stuck to it mostly.

Two books of note-- after I realized I had 2 favorites from the Fitted Knits book, I took the opportunity to get it. I got some yarn for the Back to School U-neck vest (better late than never) I also got some yarn for the Cozy v-necked pullover. (rav links) The book Ocean Breezes-Knitted Scarves inspired by the Sea jumped into the pile. There's also enough brown, wine, umberish Cascade to my an Adult Surprise Jacket. The way I figure it, I picked up about 6,000 yards of Cascade marinating in bags upstairs. (eep!) I also have about 2,500 yards of noro sock yarn which I want to make a smaller gauged sweaterish thing either using Barbara Walker's Knitting from the Top or EPS. There is also about 1400 yards of Debbie Bliss blue tweed to play with EZ's aran sweater.

I've a new yarn buying theory based on wisdom and experience. Everything I've ever knit from Cascade has turned out as close to what I expected as I could hope. It's not pill-y and it doesn't hurt my hands. New Rule until I break it- worsted or lighter.

I'll have some color photos when it's daytime and not raining. I'm also not absolutely married to the above projects so don't be surprised when I change my mind.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

eggs and yarn

This is Annabelle the Cat. She doesn't pose often. She thought she'd grace you with her presence.

This is the baby fern scarf (rav link) It's my new favorite pattern. This is light lavender Rowan Cashsoft baby DK. It's going to a friend that made my life better.

This is one I'm starting in Baby alpaca (don't have the label). I'm going to double it and widen the pattern. If I finish it, it's going to a former long lost student.

I got fresh eggs from a seller of fresh eggs and made deviled eggs. This is the first time I've done this. I think I learned why they sprinkle paprika on deviled eggs. eww.

Monday, December 22, 2008

holiday masks

Continuing with the theme and as a part of the holiday season- here's a little gasmask santa from I don't know the context, but what an image.

Unless I write about inept bosses, testy husbands or cute dogs, I've got nothing.

I was a part of serving three hundred and thirty lunches in under 30 minutes this morning. (if you're looking for a clue to the inept boss, consider me in the cafeteria serving lunch at 10:30 am)

Furthermore I'd like to suggest that the phrase "Actions speak louder than words" does not apply when the generous actions are couched in a nest of less than kind words.

I'm making another baby fern scarf for a long lost former student out of some lavender rowan baby cashsoft.

All the kids are on a field trip today- one more half-day with just the teacher types and I'm home free. Or more accurately- free at home.

ETA If you're looking to see some kids sing, as the webmaster of my school's site, I don't waste any time getting those voices out there. I present The Show. Don't go if you are offended by traditional spirituals or a Christmas Carol in the public schools. This Buddhist Jew can get away with it.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

crack a me up

I don't care how many episodes I've seen. Or how hokey it is. Barney Fife cracks me up E.V.E.R.Y. time. Today he's playing cymbals and has just said "Gas it up chickie." (though this photo is "stock" and not from the episode.) Apparently I've got a sort of "goggle-gas theme" going on this week.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Turn The Heel

I turned a heel for an audience today. Sort of... They weren't really watching me. They were waiting for their kids to sing. But it was an audience. And I successfully turned the heel while we all were waiting. Funny, I missed the roar of applause when I was done.

They did clap for their kids and that's always a good thing. The yearly most stressful event in my job is over for another 364 days and that is good.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

holy stink-a-toly

This is an awesome site swiped from flutter via Ethan Only go to the site if you've got some serious time to kill. It does express our needs as of last night- though thanks to mbcreates who recommended baking soda things are a little better.
Dear Friends,

The next time I think it would be a good idea to felt 100% alpaca in our virtually ventilationless basement living area can I please count on all of you to slap me in the head and call me Stoopid? Wait, nevermind. This isn't going to be a smell that we here at House of Sophanne will soon forget. Instead, will someone reassure me that the smell will go away once the sweater dries. Details to follow when I'm able to post without a gas mask. Please don't forget the reassuring and in the meantime, imagine last winter's Grinch sweater much more streamlined


Eta Cindy and MK. They're on the way!

O.k.- so the mama ordered Lil' Liza a doggy backpack. Faithful readers know this. Now the backstory. They told her that it shipped before the giant blanket bathrobes did and I let her know that it had not arrived. She talked to operators who said they would get right on it. They did. It arrived the next day. Then another one arrived. And now a third one has arrived. Over the weekend (last weekend-before the third one arrived) she tried to explain that all was well and we could send the second one back and blah blah blah. The weekend help did not understand which explains why we have a third one. I believe the company might implode if we tried to return them. When they say "overstock" they're not kidding.

I was just going to send one to Pepper- KnitnNat's great dog- but I'm not sure he'd make use of it. Jenn has indicated that Rufus would likely lie down in peaceful protest at the thought of it- No word from Stella and Kim.

Email me the address of a needy dog (blts at alltel (dot) net) and the first two I get will get a doggie backpack for Christmas. It does not need to be a blogger- it does not need to be yourself. If you have a friend who you think would gain great pleasure from this, I'm all for spreading the cheer. Send the dog's name and the owners address and call me Santa.

Please hurry. Apparently they're multiplying.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Checking in

The stry-ped Whick-ed sweater is finished. Pictures if the sun ever comes out.

Mr. Sophanne thinks this technology age needs knew superheros- wi-fi man, cell tower guy.
WiFi man, Wifi man, gets the internet like no one can. Google this, Yahoo that, Wifi man knows where it's at. Look out, here comes the wifi man

The advertising company who did the Wii commercials this year can feel as though they've accomplished something. Mr. Sophanne loves his playstation2 but he is ready to move forward so there should be interesting stories to follow in the coming weeks. Any game recommendations are welcome.

Last night at knit night I was reminded of those ornaments kids make using balloons, string, glue and glitter. I'm going to get that stuff and save it for the next snow day.

At the first of the year Mr. Sophanne would like to put in a high speed train between Pittsburgh and Columbus unless he's bought out by the Saudis. Can anyone say "Infrastructure Man?" (trust me when I say that these details are FAR from finalized.

And finally, what's a blog without a picture? My mum bought Liza a backpack for Christmas.

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Lest you be uninformed

I learned last night at knit night that...

There are apparently square dancing llamas north of Warsaw Indiana. If you can add anything to this newly acquired knowledge, bring it on!

Distressed alpacas make the same sound as an aggravated Marge Simpson. Something like ~eh~mm~h~mm.

One knitter, whose name I will not reveal, stores her yarn in an unused clear shower stall. If she runs into any unexpected plumbing problems she may have the world's largest felted cube.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

It was a dark and stormy night

Or else there is a filter in my brain operating so I see only the drear.

I had to go to the laundromat today. (our dryer is in temporary disrepair) Cement blocks painted blue, old tile with black scuff marks, dryers that run exactly one body row of Wicked before they need another quarter. The woman washing A-One security guard uniforms, amazed when I knew when the dryer was done without even looking at it.

Then home and The Dog- Little Ray of Sunshine that she is.

Out to the local diner thinking perhaps the filter had lifted. Dead chrysanthemums, air-conditioner rusted metal siding, leftover fake steak with dried cheese hanging out on an uncleared table. Why are these things popping into my field of vision?

Sitting across from an older couple. Surely nothing there to repulse me. "Bucky" started drinking his half and halfs out of the little plastic containers as the 12 Redneck Days of Christmas sounds over the airwaves. nine days of probation

A visit to the local grocery store to find a temporary rubber chicken replacement. While checking out, a couple of extras from the movie Deliverance throw two giant packages of beef liver on the conveyer belt.

At least PA's hunting season starts tomorrow and road kill (I almost typed toad kill) will be strapped on the back of trucks near and far.

Then home again and the little Dog of Sunshine and a sweater that's knitting up in record time. In the ugly gray that is between snows in November, I am glad for Dogs of Sunshine and Comfort Knitting,

Saturday, November 29, 2008

The Good The Bad and the Slightly Disapointing

The Good
When all else fails, cast on for a Stry-Ped Whi-Ked. This is heathered Cascade that was going to be that fancy Noni Bag. I've got a boatload of it and it was begging to be wicked.

The Bad
This is Lizadoodles favorite favorite favorite toy. Mostly because it's been around the longest. It took her almost 9 months to put an end to it. She is mourning the loss.

The slightly disappointing.
It's just not exactly what I wanted. Not enough positive ease. V-neck happened too late. I know its froggable. I know that if I blocked it a little it would improve things. I'm just mad at the yarn. Lesson learned from this project. If it won't knit up on AddiLaceweight needles, I'm not doing it. No more chunky for me.

The added bonus

Mr. Sophanne woke up with this quote he made up in his head.

"While my fear of flying has diminished, my fear of baggage is steadily increasing."

I think it might be profound.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Pick Up the Pieces

Liza the Dog has a new theme song that goes through my head when we go for a walk. Cracks Me Up. Go ahead and play the YouTube- the album cover is the only video so it's a speedy load.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Sequoia Version 4

I'm winging it. Using math to get stitch count- math to center cable pattern and a variation of the August 18 six stitch braid from the 365 knitting stitches a year calendar. Also am using Ann Budds book of patterns to determine how to shape the sleeves. I've added short rows and the back is nearing completion (the bottom part is knit in the round and (the picture is upside-down) I'm a leetle scairt about how I'll turn this into a v-neck vest. Ann Budd has some directions but I'd like to carry some of the pattern up and around the V. Knowing that KG is in the neighborhood, I'm going slowly and planning on frogging- or as I prefer to call it- experimenting.

The yarn is 50% wool, 30% acrylic and 20% alpaca. It's a little dark and busy for cables but I am drawn to the texture match and there are no knitting police to stop me.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

This just in

Wool is warm.


It's freezing outside. I bundled up in a Rowan Bulky Wool sweater, a malabrigo scarf and some purchased (wtf) mittens and a hat (all of wool) and took the good dog for a walk in the cold. I had a hoodie sort of jacket over the sweater. I AM BURNING UP now.

Wool is warm.

Also for the good of the cause I seem to have a Yarnhog-Yarnhog curse going on with my knitting. She's been cranking out beautiful FO's and everything I touch turns to frog.

I took apart the sequoia cable vest- voted no on my improvised cables and tried again. I have 4 inches of a cabled moebius. The question that the tootsie roll people failed to ask? How many rows must Sophanne knit before she realizes she was not "being careful not to twist?" Adding insult to injury, I was doing the EZ trick of an inch of straight garter stitch. I had A FULL INCH to help me be careful not to twist.

For every two rows of Sonya's traveling scarf that I knit, I frog one row, unable to maintain a consistent K2 P2 pattern.

I'm thinking it's time to cast on for something really difficult so at least when I screw it up, there will be a good excuse.

This question just popping into my head. What happens if you were to make cables within garter stitch?

A little bit of "my dog is such a genius" business. MamofSophanne sent Liza a duck that has a repeating (3x) sort of electronic (as opposed to squeaky) quack. After several hours of not playing with it, I looked at her and imitated the quack. She immediately ran out and brought the duck to me. She's already managed to figure out which shoes are the "wanna go for a walk?" shoes and brings them upon request (and several times at her own suggestion)- at least the first one. She's still learning "get the other shoe."

Finally a thought on meeting some of the Hurricane Knitters (bloggers.) Last weekend was a delightful afternoon of food and fun and meeting more imaginary friends. Here's the deal though. When I read peoples blogs, I picture them all as mature responsible adults nothing like myself. What a treat to find that they can be just as absurd and age 10 in their head as I am.

B-day the Second

Last year Mr. Sophanne's birthday happened on the Sunday of MDSW. I didn't know when I would get home and we had Birthday cake on the Thursday before I left. When I came home on Sunday, it was still his birthday and the bakery was fortunately open. The THursday cake was ugly ugly ugly. WOuld that had been around then. I got him a second birthday cake.

No doubt not to be outdone, Mr. Sophanne gave me a second b-day party with a Boston Creme Pie. Mind you, we already had plenty of treats that the mamofsophanne sent the day before. I think he just wanted to blow up some more balloons.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

I don't mean to gloat but..

we had a snow day today. It was the best kind. Unexpected and practically unnecessary from this neck of the woods.

Liza and I did the happy dance and then went back under the covers.

This poorly photographed yarn is CLassic Elite Sequoia. I'm improvising a vest and playing with cables. They're making ovals. Everytime I think I don't like it, I change my mind. I've added short rows in the back (for the first time ever.) Come to find I don't care for anything above a size 8 needle. These are 10.5 I wake up and my fingers are slightly, if unofficially, arthritic.

I tried to photograph the baby surprise jacket but the light did not cooperate. I found cute purple mitten buttons on Saturday. Maybe someday you'll see it.

Fear of ice on the road means knit night missed a second time in a row. bleh.

Friday, November 14, 2008

ba dun ba dun ba dundeedee dun

The title is the first line to Pop Goes the Weasel which has remained as an ear worm since last week. Yikes.

This morning I had considered writing all future blog posts to the tune of Pop Goes the Weasel. I realized though that might be crazy-making, even for me.

Here's what it looked like when I came home on my birthday. That Mr. Sophanne... ain't he somethin'?

Since we've last chatted, my mom has come and gone. She wants me to send her step by step email directions on how to turn a heel. (there are 30 stitches- she's making sleepy socks) Is there some kind soul that has a site that will do this better than I?

I'm posting this from a new MacBook. Thanksgiving break will be spent making sure that the stuff on the MacBook Pro (that I have to give back) all gets transferred to this cute little machine. My guess? Everything will get transferred in triplicate. I'm just that way. And I'll back it up on the external hard drive- just in case. Any advice as to a smart way to do this (the older one doesn't have migration tools) will be most welcome.

Also in the news- I've knit an EZ baby surprise jacket. For a baby. Mr. Sophanne's GrandNephew. There were some errors thanks to me being stupid. I have enough yarn for a second try. What a fun knit. I'm heading to Yvonne's tomorrow to celebrate her existence on the planet and also with the hopes that someone there knows how to make groovy cool knitted/crocheted bobble buttons. PIctures to follow

Also fabulous Deborah (I don't have a link right at hand-I'll edit after we eat pizza) gave me an I love your blog award for which I'm truly honored. More to follow on that too. I've got to go get the pizza but I've missed yuns guys and needed a post-fix.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Weasel Update

After some questions, it's a followup post.

The flea market guy was selling a yarn winder for $50. (If there are any takers willing to pay that and shipping, I can pick it up for you on Sunday) He called it a yarn-winder but he also had a knitting machine for sale that he called a "loom." I don't know how vast his fiber knowledge is. I did not buy it. While I'm guessing it was a good deal, I just couldn't justify it. This isn't a picture of the actual winder. The one there didn't have a base and was a darker wood.

My best guess is that it's used to make skeins from spun yarn on bobbins. I'm thinking it's sort of a high end niddy-noddy.A Wikpedia search suggests that the weasel pops every 2 revolutions to measure the amount of yarn in the skein. As with all quality folk classicsWikpedia has several other possible origins of the nursery rhyme.


A penny for a spool of thread,
A penny for a needle,
That's the way the money goes,
Pop Goes the Weasel.

I'm sure there are more verses waiting to be written!

Sunday, November 09, 2008

Pop Goes the Weasel

All around the mulberry bush
The monkey chased the weasel.
The monkey thought 'twas all in fun.
Pop Goes the Weasel!

The center of winders were made of mulberry because the grain is less likely to split. The arms going around were called the monkeys. The weasel is the latch on the base of the winder that pops when it's full. Pop goes the weasel!

Thanks Carmichaels flea market guy.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

welcome to south western pennsylvania

I Voted.

and Rachel (me7of11) will be proud to know that her scarf was a part of an historical moment in democracy. Man- those other people in line looked SO Bored. I only had to wait 45 minutes.

I may have picture proof later on but the sign in the voting parking lot from Republican candidate Hopkins said "Rednecks Vote Here." It was part of an ongoing slime campaign against John Murtha.

Not Rednecks vote there too and you can be sure Hopkins didn't get my vote.

Monday, November 03, 2008

Goodies on the Way

Friday (November 7) marks the beginning of my 43rd year on this planet.

To honor and celebrate this occasion, the following presents are on the way. The first two in the form of a Scout's Swag gift card from the mama and the last from Mr. Sophanne. Since I had to order it, I engraved it for him to give to me.

All are scheduled to arrive within the week WooHoo and while I never really need anything- birthday presents are so much fun!

What I really want for my birthday though is a president I can stand to listen to for the next four years. GO VOTE!

Saturday, November 01, 2008

chilly toes?

Bust the misti alpaca chunky weight from the stash- grab some size 10 dpns and in an hour and a half, problem solved. 30 stitches in case anyone's interested.

I am forever wearing socks to bed and struggling to take them off and it makes me crazy. I just realized what the term "bed socks" means.

Friday, October 31, 2008


Hey- THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for all of the entries in my Halloween Costume Contest.

And the winner is Angela from Larksongknits

I really enjoyed all of the pictures and the costume descriptions.

I love blogland.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Mice are to Mr. Sophanne as Moths are to Wool-lovers. I think it has something to do with his Brooklyn background and knowledge of rats.

Last night we heard the skittleskuttle of teeny mice feet on our ceiling tiles. This happens every time the weather gets a little chilly. Annabelle the cat usually takes care of them while they're outside.

Mr. Sophanne overheard them and decided that he needed to put some mice-killing-stuff in the ceiling tiles. He dutifully banged on the tiles to let the mices know that he was coming.

Apparently there were a couple of deaf mice- or maybe they're sound sleepers. A squeak and a scream (not so much from me) later we had a pile-o- mice killing stuff all over the floor and Mr. Sophanne endured a mouse falling on his head.

There's a mouse in the basement-living room now. With the cat and the dog that we have I don't imagine the little feller will last long. I am not sure, however, how long it will take Mr. Sophanne to come back downstairs and enjoy the new furniture.

Exposure therapy may be the answer. More than once last night (and by more than once I mean about seventyleven times) he said "A Mouse fell on my Head. It wasn't as bad as I thought."

We did do a thorough job of cleaning up the mice killing stuff after the fact. By we, I mean I.

If you plan on doing that Halloween contest post for some scout's swag you've got til tomorrow to get it posted!"

eta- Mr. Sophanne just came downstairs, asked if I'd seen the mouse, beat his chair thoroughly and asked where the cat was.

Monday, October 27, 2008

the cutest pets ever

These rare moments happened during row six of the fifth panel of Oleva's Afghan.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

keeping busy

This baby fern scarf by Jill Smith is an unassuming adorable little knit. I'm using Rowan Tapestry and it's my new favorite thing.

Thursday, October 23, 2008


Sunday was the last post?

I've got nothing. Guess that's what happens when you're comfort knitting.

Waiting for some more traveling scarves to finish this KAL.

Fiddling with some mittens and scarves but nothing solid yet.

Waiting to give away some scout's swag cash on the Halloween contest.

Waiting for the election to happen.

That's all.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Oleva's Afghan

Lest you think there hasn't been any knitting- here's a fix for you.

Also there have been a couple of mittens in the marle yarn. I've come out of denial and realized- with the help of my friends- that the yarn is too busy for cables. Looking for a hat pattern that will complement the mittens from one-skein wonders.

This afghan is a testament to beauty in simplicity.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

completely unrelated

I wanted to title this post "non sequitur" but really struggled with the spelling and didn't want to look stupid until the actual post.

Above is another Mr. Sophanne shot from working on the railroad.

On the other hand (the unrelated part) there's my job. At my school I see some kids twice a week. I see other kids 4 times every 3 weeks. There is one little glitch in the schedule that allows all 15 classes in the building cycle through my room and extra class every 6 days. While I have a guess, there is never any real certainty as to which class will be cycling in on a given day (complicated by the fact that I teach there 4 full days a week and the cycle goes over every day of the week).

We call this class "exploratory." I use the time to do things I might not otherwise have time to do. Over the past 2 months we've been making cool water/oil waves in water bottles to go with the water theme that's part of music class this year (my decision)

Having finished most of the waves I was faced with the next thing to explore. We've been exploring the microphone. If you want to crack a lacka yourself up and a half, slowly lead young children to a microphone. They will be afraid at first. In fact if you just start teaching school by talking into a microphone, they listen a little closer. I'm sure there's an entire sociological study based on this phenomena. BUT... once they get a taste of it and realize that it's not going to implode in their hands their imaginations start to go.

It started with "it's raining cats.." (they were being weather forecasters- possibly connecting to the water theme- forgetting the dogs.) Then it rained shoes. Then I was interviewed about what I was going to do when it started raining shoes. (duh.) Then it rained bombs. Maybe I should have not let this happen but you know, they see enough about war in their lives (it's been going on for nearly their whole lives). I was interviewed about what I was going to do then. I said, "Eat some ice cream."

I was also asked what I would do if King Kong came to life and if Godzilla came and wanted to battle him followed by a pterodactyl that scientists would recreate who would want to eat all of them. I let the interviewee know that K.K. and G were now good friends- they just vacationed together in Hawaii and that there was no way the pterodactyls were coming back.

Later we were told by another forecaster that it was raining cauliflower and we all better hurry up and start eating caulifuckers really fast. Fortunately I was the only one who heard what I was hearing. O.k. I might not have the scenery- but I've got some laughs now and again.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Mr. Sophanne

At Work.

I believe he and I have what are called opposite jobs.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

What I learned yesterday

I can knit cables without a cable needle- being careful not to twist didn't work out like I had planned but no biggie- I was going to steek anyway

Crochet up the sides of steeking area.

Make sure you can see the ladders in the middle of the stitch to be cut.

Have at it. No biggie.

This giant swatch is in some water to be blocked and then I'll decide if the yarn is too busy for a cabley-jackety sort of thing with a zipper.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

the tweed

That's what his friends call him. Not really.

All about the EPS. Yoke confusion clarified. Considering texture (cables) as a design element possibility. A steek with crocheted edges made easy.

The quote of the day from Mr. Flood himself. He said, "I like to knit." I said, "me too."

Thursday, October 09, 2008


As I was looking through pictures in search of a favorite costume, it occurred to me that I've worn some sort of costume all of my life. I don't think it has to be Halloween just to call it a costume. I was too lazy to scan and had to do some creative "light" editing to make these photos palatble.

This first picture is the only actual "Halloween" picture. circa 1975, Batesville Mississippi, I was a bum. You could change the channels on the t.v. behind me by shaking up a bunch of pennies.

Just after college at my first job, I often dressed up as a band director

Once I became a general music teacher I got to go to conferences where banquets were "costumed." I made these medieval "digs" with help from the Claw when it was time to insert the grommets in the vest.

Most recently I pretended I was hip new yorker in a photo taken by Mr. Sophanne

I didn't post any pictures of the groupie costume or the maid of honor costume. I was just too skinny then. It depresses me to look at them too long.

Maybe after Saturday I'll have a picture of me in my trendy knitting costume with Brooklyn Tweed

Friday, October 03, 2008

well-developed socks

So named because they were knit only during staff development sessions. It's Online something something that I bought in a destash from The A.D.D. Knitter quite some many months ago. (if you have never seen her stash, it's well worth the trip to Ravelry) The pattern the standard Sensational socks k3,p3 then k1p1. Knit on size #1's -60 stitches and a lovely little fit. The Dog- Liza Jane.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

knit night 433rd edition and a CONTEST!

Claire had my favorite line from knit night tonight.

"We should call this the Tuesday Night Rip Club"

Because I am knitting Olives afghan I have no counting or yarn overs or decreases to do and had time to think

A topic that occurred to me is Halloween Costumes.

It makes me want to have a contest.

I think the prize will be a $20 gift certificate to Scout's Swag. Cause I love me some swag.

To enter- tell me about your all-time favorite Halloween Costume.

One entry= if you post about it here.

OR skip the posting here and get two entries if you post it on your blog and put the link in the comments here. Add another entry if you put a picture of yourself in that costume on the blog.

I'll share some knit night favorite costumes and look around for a few pics of my own- just to keep the excitement building.

The contest will end on Friday October 31st- sometime that night. Plenty of time to find those old photos. The winner will be random. Happy October. Spread the word about the contest if you feel like it.

Monday, September 29, 2008

big comfy chairs

Yea, so we figure out how to disassemble our couch AFTER 45 minutes of trying to fit 31" through a 29" door. Couches are heavy. I said, LET'S GET FURNITURE FROM A PLACE THAT WILL DELIVER AND TAKE THE OLD STUFF AWAY. I'M NOT MOVING ANY MORE STUPID HEAVY STUFF.

He said, "maybe we can make this work."

I love it and hate it when he's right.

These are the giant decadent chairs and a love seat for company. LizaJane seems to be company. Many thanks to Vince and Art from the Railroad who came over after work today and helped make it all happen.

The bottom of the old one is still in the driveway. If only we actually lived in WV- we could wait for a big win- a big loss- or the wind to change and we'd be able to get rid of it. Mr. Sophanne says he has it figured out. If you drive by this time next year and it's still there, you'll realize he was wrong- once.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

This is what happens when you 1) have multiple projects on the needles and 2) have allowed yourself mindless knitting with no yo's, dec's, or k2tog's. Stuff gets finished.

This lovely Noro scarf will be a present for a teacher at school who reminds me of my sister. I've found that when your family doesn't talk to you, it's best to go out and find replacements.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

babette...elle est finis

Full size pictures to follow but it was such a cute "action shot."