If one skein of Noro Kureyon is happiness, two is "double happiness".


It's a simple scarf, and yes, I know one end has ribbing, and the other seed stitch. I'm not undoing it after it's been bound off. So :P
Benny likes it, and that's what counts.
The Crazy Colorado Knitter -- she knits, she purls, she spins, she weaves...
I was trying to get a picture of the 'dead dog' pose, but I knocked the camera lens against the window, which woke her up.
Here she is under her favorite tree, next to her dog house.
And here she is hanging out next to the back door, waiting for me to let her in.
Ok, so here's why I'm not at knit group this morning. I woke up late, and the house was cold. I remembered Ben said he needed his jacket, but there was no mention of ... SNOW.
I kinda wondered why the dog was still in the house, too, but she went out after I asked her twice if she wanted to go out. Then she gave me this look. "You know this is cold, right?!"
Ok, these are socks. Socks with loops. For children, supposedly. Obviously for naughty children who don't listen to their parents, because I can't imagine anyone over or under the age of 12 begging mommy for these.
I blame MJ. Her really cute tube sock she's making for her husband has inspired me to knit a sock. Well, 2 socks eventually. I desperately need a ball winder, though, because winding 100 yd of sportweight yarn is not my cup of tea. So my ball of yarn looks like catyak.
This is another image of it, kind of sitting next to the oval catyak ball of sportweight yarn. I'm using 50 sts on size 4 needles, and for some reason, k3p2 is more interesting to me than k2p2. I think it's that one has to think a tiny bit with the k3p2, but not so much with k2p2.
And this final one shows the pretty pretty k3p2 ribbing. What a pretty color! I'm thinking I want to do an afterthought heel, and I'm going to try to do the 'piggy toes' from the Twisted Sisters sock book. Hard? Sure, but I *heart* toe socks. Just ask the KWA gals about my cow toes! (I had to show them off -- I really like the cute pink-toed cow-spotted socks.) If I can make my own toe socks... look out world! Here come my toes! The ones I can re-knit if they wear out! Woo hoo!
As those in my knit group should know, I got my KnitPicks order on Saturday. Here's a sample... this is Sock Garden in "Morning Glory".
And the lovelies together (I didn't open the 10-pack of yarn, so here's the 5 leftovers and the sock garden). Of course, I will bring them for fondling on Saturday, so that the KWA gals (and guy) can cop a feel of my new blue yarn. The Wool of the Andes (in Winter Night) is destined to be an Eris. Yes, I know my second sweater will be considerably more difficult than my first sweater, but I'm ready for it!
While knitting with the girls (and guy) from KWA on Saturday morning, I came within one repeat of finishing the pocket on the front of my hoodie. I knitted the pocket to the front last night at 5pm. No pictures, but still, it's a pocket! :)
I ordered yarn from KnitPicks this morning (Wool of the Andes Winter Blue) for Eris (which I also purchased this morning). If things go well on the sweater I'm currently working on, I could be done in another week or two, and ready for Eris by the beginning of September. The girls are planning an Auntie-along (Rogue and Eris), although I have a feeling it will be a total Eris-along. :)... And I don't mean my prodigious posterior. I finished the back of my sweater (Under the Hoodie), and the neck stitches are on a 'holder' -- a scrap of acrylic threaded through the stitches. [Probably the best use for acrylic.]
I'm already 38 rows into the front of the sweater... 19 more and I start into picking up the pocket stitches. Yay! Pretty pretty sweater!
My armwarmers... they'll probably be on their way to Maine, to my brother. Yes, they're fraternal, but I like them that way. They're unique that way(and only used one ball of Kureyon... mmmmm Kureyon). These were my first foray into cables. My second pair, which I'll post later, I used another repeat of the cables. I use them to shield my arms from the sun as I drive to work. Being "generic white people" -- German, Irish, English, with a touch of Cherokee -- I burn easily. Mostly German (my father's parents came from Germany to the US), then Irish (my mother's mother's parents came from Ireland -- she was a Catholic, he was a Protestant -- you can see the issue there), and then English/Cherokee (mom's dad's grandmother was full-blooded Cherokee, the rest of the ancestors were English).
They turned out cute, and I think my brother can use them more than I (especially since I already have a pair). :)
We've wanted a Shiba Inu since before we knew what one was. Ben saw one in a pet store and asked what it was because he thought it was cute. We did our homework, and last fall, we drove to a breeder in Kansas to get the Nulla-dog. She was one of two left -- they had 2 litters 2 weeks apart, and there was one girl left from each litter. Nulla and Willow. When we got there, they were running around, chasing each other (as pups will do). I picked up Willow (a sesame), and she just kept on wiggling. I put her down, and Ben picked her up, and she did the same thing. I reached down and picked up Nulla, and she quieted right down. I put her down, and she was running around again, and Ben picked her up, and she was quiet again.
She's been fixed, and she's 17 lb of muscle from running around her back yard. She loves the kitties. She kisses them, and chases them around the house. She's eaten all of their good toys, and pulled apart their wooly bullies. But she's a sweet dog, and a happy dog. She gives kisses (sometimes a bit too much) and tolerates being held and snuggled on (not bad for a 1yo shiba!)
I had been living with Ben for about a year and a half, and we had talked about getting Stefano a friend. We jokingly said that the new cat would have to be named "Murray" because that's what Stefano kept saying when he talked to the house. We weren't looking for another cat specifically at the time we found her. We were shopping for a Christmas gift for Mrs. Benny's Mom. The kitchen store was next to a pet store, and the humane society was out with puppies and kitties. He saw the muted calico and said "I want that one." We went shopping, found what we wanted, and we went back outside. A quick trip to the ATM later, and we had a tiny kitten who was doomed with the name "Murrie".
She's still rather petite, but she loves to stretch out. Kelly (my friend from down the street) was watching them while we were on vacation, and freaked out because Murrie likes to lay on her back, and as I tell Murrie all the time... CATS DON'T LAY LIKE THAT!
I got Stefano 7 years ago, when he was just a kitten, from the Montgomery County Humane Society in Montgomery County, Virginia. We were visiting my aunt Sharon, and had spent Thanksgiving with her. My aunt Susan (who I was living with at the time) took me to show me how hard it would be to walk away from the kittens. He reached out of the cage as I was leaving, and grabbed my sweater. So I took him home. An 8-hour drive. He met the dog when we got home (a chocolate lab/border collie mix), and climbed up my face to stand on top of my head to hiss at her.
He's the man of the house, and puts the dog in her place. Even though she's slightly larger, he still knows how to deal with her puppy-isms.
This was my second non-scarf finished object, and If I ever have the urge to install a zipper into 1/4" thick felted wool, I will allow anyone to smack me upside the head with a sheep.
I made one rather large change to the pattern from the Stitch n' Bitch book. I matched the stripes. I hated the non-matching stripes in the book. They gave me the heebie-jeebies.