Saturday, December 6, 2008

More FO's! Ho Ho Ho! Santa's Helper is busy!


So, I literally have been knitting every possible moment when I am not working... or sleeping... and kind of when I am eating. I can sort of knit while eating... depending on what I have felt inspired to cook... lately not much! The above picture is my cubicle decorations - including the Congratulations poster I made for my cube mate who got engaged on November 22nd! I got the tacky aqua/turquoise blue tree at Target last year for... a DOLLAR! Isn't it perfect for a beach girl?

I finished the "Love Nugget" Hat Isn't the top cool!

and only have to stitch up the multi-colored (Dollar store yarn buy) 'purse'.

I cast on another really cool hat last night -- I needed the stress relief on SOOOO many levels! It is thanks to a web search for hat patterns and is by a fellow blogger DesiKnitter http://desiknitter.com/ (though I don't know her at all, she has some BEAUTIFUL knitting on her site) - it is called "Cabled 'Rangoli' Hat" and according to her, was inspired by an 8-point lotus shaped 'rangoli' design her mother makes. I got this lovely shade of light blue to match MY mother's coat... I love the diverse and random connections knitting and the web help us make in the universe!

I am looking forward to seeing this finished and perhaps after the holidays, making one for myself!

Lastly, I am trying to get in the spirit of the season... the last couple of days have been tough at work but I hold out hope things will get better! A friend was talking about the new batch of beer they were making... Santa's Jingle Juice. I am hoping at least a bottle will show up under my tacky Christmas tree being the beer girl that I am! I will be baking batches of cookies the next two or three days - I'm woefully behind but easy enough to catch up!

So, happy holidaymaking and more FO's will be coming! Knitting away....

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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