Don’t Don’t Don’t Don’t …Don’t You…Forget About Me

January 5, 2005 By

I say…La. La la la la. La la la la.

Enough already!

So will you miss me? I’m heading out to my sister’s this afternoon until next Sunday. I will be scarce, as it’s hard to get computer time when my delicious nephew and niece are running about screaming Cara, Cara, Cara!

I will probably have no time to knit either.

Met up with Cassie yesterday at Purl. I exchanged some yarn and brought home a Knitting Pure & Simple Sock Pattern (#216) and Nancy Bush’s Folk Socks per Cassie’s recommendations. We had a lovely time, as usual, although I think Cassie may have said I was boring. (see comments on this post.) Say it isn’t so, Cassie, my sweet!?! 😉

Slow progress has been made on both School Daze and Picot-Boo, but I’m still not sure about the gauge on PB. I will have to measure it against my niece tomorrow to see if I need to rip YET AGAIN. Thankfully it’s a really (super)fast knit.

I leave you all with this:
Overheard while I was on the phone with my sister the other day –

“Only ONE pair of underwear. ONE pair. Did you hear me? I said ONE PAIR OF UNDERWEAR!”

Ah’s the joys of parenthood.

PS – Even though I will be away, I will be still be giving out memberships to K1R2. Just leave a comment here.

Filed Under: Miscellaneous, Picot-Boo, School Daze

Picot-Boo

December 31, 2004 By

Look what came yesterday!

Isn’t it beautiful? And it’s so, so soft. AND you can throw it in the washing machine! (My sister will love that!) This amazing yarn is Art Yarns Supermerino in color #108. It will be this cutie little sweater with the picot trim:

Hence, the name Picot-Boo! The pattern comes from the Family Circle Easy Knitting Holiday 2004 Issue. It will be perfect for little Charlotte, who can now say “I love you, Cara!” Yeah!

I almost forgot to show you the secret Xmas gift for Georgie. It was a scarf. You can imagine my horror when I realized it was in America’s Team’s colors. And me being a Philly girl and all. [You must watch the video on the Philly link! Go Mummers! Go Eagles!]

My dad didn’t make it up yesterday – he’s under the weather – but he’s on his way now. He’s bringing me my birthday book! Ever since the day I was born, my father has been giving my siblings and I a book on our birthday. He always writes these sappy inscriptions in the front (You’re a woman now! You’re a teenager! Always an I’m so proud of you!) None of us ever, EVER open the book before our birthdays. And we always call each other to find out what we got and read the inscription to each other. He keeps it a deep, dark secret. I think my mom always resented that he never told her what the books were, let alone let her in on the gift-giving. Tomorrow will be my 35th book – I have all of them. Some of the stand-outs:

Rain Makes Applesauce for my third birthday.
Sam, Bangs and Moonshine for my fourth.
The Hobbit for my eighth.
Gone with the Wind for my eleventh.
The Fountainhead for my thirteenth.
1984 for my fourteenth birthday, January 1, 1984. (I was too freaked out to read it!)
A Canticle for Leibowitz for my 21st.

Then there were the college years – he gave me biographies of Lillian Hellman and Sylvia Plath back to back. I said, Dad, spare me. No more depressing women! And I don’t even like biographies! Since then he’s stuck to fiction. We have a little game though, because of all of his children (there are four of us) I read by far the most – and have the most books. Books are my life. It’s his special challenge each year to find me something I don’t have. Haven’t read. Maybe even haven’t heard of. He takes pride in the fact that he hasn’t given me a duplicate yet. So tune in tomorrow for my birthday book.

Filed Under: Miscellaneous, Picot-Boo, Stash
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