Pointy Sticks Album
Here are the pics of the Kool-Aid baby sweaters, both are newborn sized, but the cherry flavored one is slightly smaller than the blue raspberry one. The cherry is nicknamed “cinnamon tiger” and the blue one doesn’t have a name yet.
Haven’t been on the ‘puter that much lately, just enough to keep my email from bouncing but not enough to get any work done. I finished two baby sweaters both hand painted yarns (in Kool-Aid), one mohair (Cherry) and one lambs wool (Raspberry something). The cherry sweater has a matching hat now too.
Some interesting developments through the week:
Josey now thinks everyone is pregnant, turns out his stepmother is due about a month after mine is due.
My husband’s ex-wife is still crazy and perhaps getting nuttier than a payday by the moment.
Two rejection slips in my mail box both from mainstream publications. This has convinced me that I should stop writing for money and go back to writing fiction that I enjoy so that I can at least face the mail with some dignity.
Really cute cartoon I found just surfing around.
I let Josey dye his own socks after they were finished, he used lemon-lime flavored Kool-Aid and wanted to wear them wet.
My husband has come up with this brilliant idea of throwing one pair of his old nasty store bought socks away each week and then “letting” me knit him a replacement pair. He seems to think this is a rather clever idea and is very proud of himself for coming up with it.
Not that I’m complaining. It’s nice to have someone be so supportive especially when I hear other knitters griping about their hubbies and/or significant others being so snitty about the costs of good yarn.
Just finished typing and updating a friend’s resume. How is it that I work at home so I’m everyone’s private receptionist?
I need a mini-tiller for the garden, I really should go and aerate the soil but frankly, I’m just not motivated.
Sprayed the neem last night on the apple hedge, put down some more compost along the drip line of the trees and then finished the heel on Matt’s first blonde sock. Ha!
I’m so incredibly impressed by this stuff, dormant spray usually smells like rotting fish, which is why I put off spraying the trees until it was too late, because I really don’t like bothering my neighbors. But we have bugs, wilt, peach fuzz, and moss growing like crazy on the poor hedge so if I didn’t take care of the infestations we’d lose most of the trees for sure and my grandma worked so hard to create the hedge I just couldn’t stand the thought of letting it go. My mom (truly sensitive) suggested tearing out the whole thing because it was a bother–! The hedge is over forty years old and it was going to die because of her neglect in the first place.
You might assume that because I’m buying the family house that it would be this huge lovely manor with 6 bedrooms and 2 baths. Wrong. It’s one of those quaint suburban cookie cutter 2 bedrooms with a carport, after we get the financing ironed out Matt and I are doing some additions, including a second story if the inspectors say that the foundation can take it– in which case it will have 4 bedrooms and a loft studio.
Of course, the only way I slide by with having chickens in the city limits is that they are pets and that I don’t keep roosters, although there is a goat or sheep nearby in the neighborhood (can’t see it, just hear it on occassion) and I know that someone else does have a rooster which I’ve seen twice now roaming feral through the neighborhood early in the morning before it was wrangled into submission and returned to it’s safe domicile.
Who owns the rooster? I’ll never tell.
