Nothing like baked good to soothe the soul. Except these are extra healthy baked goods with veggies and not much sugar. The lighter ones are banana spice and the darker ones are raisin carrot cake.
The husband seems fine with them. I’ll test them on the children at snack time, if they’ll eat them I’ll make more.
Adorable and not at all creepy.
Just because it sits there and stares at me.
Wearing the sweater I knit for it.
Staring.
Watching.
Waiting.
Had to knit a little. Yeah, just a little teeny bit. I’ll just cast on a few stitches. See how it knits up– then I’ll frog it and wind it back up.
That’s the ticket.
Pictured are size 11 knitting needles and my swatch. The fabric has a very cool squish and bounce to it.
That’s the name of the yarn. Incredible.
It’s quite pretty, not that soft (although who knows what this will do when washed, my experience with Lion Brand yarns has been tainted with unexpected laundering results.)
I think it’s pretty incredible that the first time I buy yarn this year it’s LB from the dollar store bin. I’m so ashamed.
Obviously I should make cleaning my desk a bit more of a priority, since the last time I cleaned it was somewhere in October of 2006.
I think like most people I get a little overwhelmed with the stuff that might need to be saved for future reference and just make little piles. In the dark of the night the little piles romance each other in mysterious ways and reproduce. Like tribbles, the little piles of squalor reproduce quickly because they are born pregnant.
My little piles of squalor weren’t as cute as tribbles, nor did they react in any manner to the presence of Klingons disguised as humans, and they didn’t make soothing noises. So the little piles of squalor were disassembled and order has been restored to my desk once more.
I seem to have a space worthiness issue that I need to address. I have three drawers, one shelf (not the whole shelf unit, just one shelf of the unit), the typing table, and my laptop (aka Hal.) You can see the arm of the scroll saw right behind the screen.
This is where I work. See my goofy glasses? The pair on the desk I took off so that I could look through the viewfinder of the camera, they are what I wear most of the time. The retro looking glasses in the coffee beaker are just my sunglasses. And the black frames next to them are uber-magnification, the prescription is designed for doing miniature and fine repair work. I have one more pair (not pictured) which are bi-focal and really too heavy for wearing as much as I should (for some reason they are glass and not plastic lens.) I broke my prescription safety glasses a few months ago and I’ve yet to replace them, so I wear the bi-focals under my face shield for turning.
The rubber ducky tin holds index cards and address labels and sometimes an extra calculator. The ceramic blue and white thing used to hold a jade plant, the plant out grew it so I use it for holding a ball of yarn as I knit. Eileens tacky glue (totally essential), pens, pencils, game-boy, games, timer, binder clamps, and a rotating stock of books also share the shelf space.
So that’s the Great Desk Purge and the grand tour of what really qualifies as my office space.
We have an older F100 Ford pickup truck. This isn’t a brag point, it’s just the vehicle we drive.
If you aren’t familiar with this style of truck, relax, close your eyes and envision a gun rack. Slowly let the truck form itself around the gun rack and a tattered John Deere baseball cap in your minds eye. This is one of those machines that if it gets in a serious wreck you just hose the old driver off the dashboard, fix the chrome, replace the radio antenna, and you’re good to go.
Ours is just that kind of truck, sans gunrack (we believe in keeping our firearms out of the reach of redneck teenager social deviants, thank-you-very-much.)
My darling husband is giving me driving lessons in this thing. I see the little white Kias and Toyotas with the “student driver” sign on the top of the car and I want one of those signs– except my sign should say something like “Caution: *You* are my crumple zone” or “WTF!?” or “How good *are* your airbags?”
It’s really nice to see that so many drivers on the road are completely at peace with their maker. Those of us that aren’t quite ready to hear the sweet song of the choir invisible would appreciate it if they’d mind not taking us along for the ride. I’m certain of my salvation and all, but I’ve still business in this life so I’d like to stick around for a while.
Speaking of which, is it a bad thing that instead of seeing my life flash before my eyes I see my unfinished knitting projects? Just curious.
The old theme was lovely but starting to grate on my nerves, so I went back to the WP classic and tweaked it. Thus far I’m pretty satisfied that it’s readable.
This was probably the fastest overhaul of a blog theme that I’ve ever done, in part because I wanted to keep things simple, and in part because I’m starting to figure out what I’m looking at in php.
By no means does this imply that I actually know what I’m doing.
Okay so quick update on all the things I haven’t blogged about here: