Fallen so Far Off the Blog Wagon …

… I can’t get up.

They say that if you go more than a month sans posting, your blog is over. We’ll see about that.

I could not find the #9’s, which I knew were attached to the Oceanic Shawl. Nor could I find the shawl. So I caved and ordered new #9’s (knit picks metal tips, I should say). Guess what? Found the shawl, and needles. Duh.

Started spinning for this um, three? Hemlock’s ago. Still have a bunch of fiber left. I really should just finish the darn thing. It’s heavy and should be very warm. An excellent Pacifica (house of the parents) accessory.

I Fear the Sewing.

Or maybe the Sewing fears me. In any event, in the snouting of the interwebs stumbled upon this darling and what appears to be a simple and easy tutorial for making a Tote Bag Out of Dishtowels.

The Chick Takes Manhattan.

Inspired by Heidi and her one object in 30 days project, I was entrusted with the care of Becky’s Chick. We were off for some fun in the Big City!

Here we go!

At first we thought The Chick would have to fly steerage as we were too cheap (get it?) to pony up for a seat assignment.

However, we managed to get all strapped in before takeoff.

Reviewing the Safety Information Card because really, you never know when you might end up ditching in the Hudson.

Sidebar:

What is Captain Sulley’s favorite drink?

Two shots of Grey Goose and a splash of water.

Where the Magic Happens.

Here’s a Treat

It’s Lilly! Looking almost like a Real Cat. Last night she had her head scratched for a chunk of time, and boy, does she shed. Pity she can’t be brushed. Ick.

OHS Recovery.

Well, that was unpleasant. I really did try to not wait until the last minute, and yet, got to the 24-hour post office at 8:12pm. So, technically? Not the last minute. I win!

The write ups and stupid mounting took all day (All Day!) to do.

Here’s a peek, more on flickr:

I am in Love.

Christmas Gift from the Parents:

Sweaterkits Handpainted Wild Silk.

Using the Kimono Shawl Pattern from Folk Shawls; one less repeat.

I should really bother to take decent pictures.

Shatz.

Perfectly Symmetrical (Long Skinny Legs):

Still Life with Milk Ring:

Omar has become a Lazy Slut. There are three locales in which he can be petted: the couch; my chair; in bed. If you try to pet him, he bolts. But, if you hold out your hand, and let him initiate the petting, he’ll bonk your hand and then get petted. Treats are not always necessary, but are helpful. He seems to almost enjoy being scruffed, as long as he doesn’t get picked up.

Lilly, still rarely photographed, comes onto the chair with a lot of coaxing for a treat, and lately has been allowing her neck to be scritched for more than a split second.

Closeup from a Distance in the Kitty Tent:

Can you see? Can you see her Crazed Marty Feldman Kitty Eyes?

Ooops.

I went to tap class tonight and realized I had not been outside in THREE DAYS. That’s just so wrong. I was completely unaware. I kept thinking about going outside, to shovel, or to snowshoe, or something, but never quite made it. I mean, even when it WARMED UP to 22, there was still a windchill of around 10. Plus, it seemed like it was snowing non-stop. I guess I was just surprised that I could be inside for three days and not know it.

However, I worked on:

cross stitch

wing o’ the moth

socks

ripped out big easy.

Backwards.

Feeling indecisive about what to work on. Obviously, woolen OHS homework is the answer. Immediate tasks include choosing and spinning a fleece for the “small project”–either one that I have already washed (very tempting), or a brown one that needs to be picked and washed and possibly dyed. Meh. I also have to practice just spinning, especially with the fool woolen technique. Meh. So not interested.

In the meantime, after thoughtful consultation from the crew, I ripped back the Big Tree on the Big Easy to the diamonds, so I can work two more diamond repeats before splitting for the sleeves. Good times.