Saturday, October 4, 2008

No progress...



So I made no progress mainly because I am still fighting off this nasty cold and I just didn't have it in me to even think about knitting. A picture of my sunny kitchen though may help me feel a bit more lively! This was taken about two and a half years ago -- it is a bit more cluttered now but still all that yellow and blue always makes me glad to be home!Then the view from the opposite side - my living room. Yes, I live in a 'hobbit' house - it's pretty small and not a lot of room for crafting to be honest. I do have an addition now of a gate-leg table behind the couch which does give me some flat space for things but I long for a 'room of my own' that could be dedicated to crafting of all ilk... one day...


I feel obliged to add some knitting photos now! :-) Here's a hat I made with this yummy handpaint yarn I got at a craft show last Thanksgiving here at work. I love this hat and the yarn was full of lanolin feel so it was fun to work with. I made this hat in less than a day on a trip to upstate NY the weekend after I bought it! I wore it all last winter even here in VA where yes, it DOES get cold enough! Remember I live close to the Atlantic Ocean and the breeze always blows off the water!


Lastly, here's a picture of me wearing Alice Starmore's Filey (Fisherman Sweaters) at the Oceanfront at the King Neptune statue with Navy buddy Carmen! She and I served together for over 13 years in the same reserve unit in NYC and shared a lot of experiences around the world (and probably raised a little cane too!) We are all going to be going to our old Commanding Officer's retirement ceremony in November - here in VA so it should be a good time!

So it's off to St Louis tomorrow for a conference (unfortunately not about knitting!!!) - may get to post, may not. We'll see.

Until the next time!
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Some Writing

Sad Scene of Children Playing (originally written 10/25/93)

The filthy, trash-laden streets are the children’s playground. From the alley, an overpowering smell of rotting garbage permeates the entire block, trash and food scraps overflowing onto the ground to be picked over by mangy stray animals and desperate homeless people. Laundry is strung between the tenements, looking not a whole lot cleaner than it was to begin with.

Whipping around the corner, a group of youths – four or five of them, ages six through twelve – search for excitement. It is extremely difficult to determine the boys from the girls. Winter is upon them and they dress in layers of tattered, ragged, soiled hand-me-downs, grubby, threadbare hats on each head. Their faces, covered with the grime of the city, give a haunting look – a look of innocence betrayed, of shattered dreams, of incredible hardness. Malnourished, one of the gang clutches a prize – a piece of rock candy. He holds it high in the air while the others push and shove, pummel him, leap in the air trying desperately to claim the prize for themselves. In an instant, the candy is shaken loose and tumbles onto the pavement – splintering into a hundred pieces. Scrambling furiously, the urchins wrestle for a sliver of the heavenly confection.

The children are only partially satisfied with this, restlessness reigns supreme. A slightly built boy, the one always picked on, pounces upon a crushed tin can, kicking it down the street. Another scrawny child, perhaps a girl of seven or eight, sprints down the block after the can. The children spread out in a pattern of some sort (like a ballet), a few on the sidewalk, one covering the entrance of the alley, and two others in the street itself. From one of the grimy windows above, an exhausted woman yells out at the kids in the street below – she fears they will come to some harm but cannot express this concern adequately. A particularly bratty, sullen girl shrieks back, “Mind your own business, old hag!” Just then, from around the corner, the neighborhood policeman approaches, spying the truant children playing. The scrawny boy shouts out, and the children speed down the alleyway, scrambling up waiting fire escapes, shaking off the cop’s pursuit.

My Birthday

Your Birthdate: April 2
You're so intuitive, it's like you have a sixth, seventh, and eighth sense.
You connect with others freely and easily - and you tend to have many best friends.
Warm and caring, it's hard for you to close your heart to anyone.
Affection is like air for you - you need to give and receive it to survive.

Your strength: Your universal compassion

Your weakness: Your unpredictable mood swings

Your power color: Mauve

Your power symbol: Butterfly

Your power month: February