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You are the light of my life…
Moving on…
Many thanks for the comments recommendations and “hell yah’s” in the comments from my last post. I cannot even begin to tell you how cool it is to know that there are other bookish types out there. I suppose it is no secret to you that these types were the kids in grade school that were “different” or “strange” or, according to my perception, “evolutionary higher beings who preferred reading books to flicking boogers at the teacher.” (Btw, I have no pinky toenail (okay, almost no pinky toenail), no wisedom teeth and no eye teeth. Someone once told me that these were all signs that I had evolved further than the average human being. While I have nothing to substantiate this (google-fu brought me nothing but freeks) I have heard this is a legitimate sign from more than one person. Which means it must be true.)
All I have to say is, you are safe here my friends. We welcome all bookish types and those that love them.
And on to a completely unrelated topic:
Tools are the love of my life (sorry honey). I love tools and gadgets and things. Good design makes my body hum with pleasure (really sorry honey). I am a sick, sick person in need of a hobby to fully express my love of all gadgetry. Oh! Knitting! The gadgets are unbelievable. The bent darning needle? Genius! The row counter? Love of my life! Stitch markers? Hold my heart together.
Some people hoard yarn. Me? I hoard gadgets. Shall I give you a tour of my favorites? No? Bore you to tears, huh? Well, I’ll spare you.
For now I’ll just share my most favorite tool/gadget acquisition of 2005. A Christmas gift from my parents:
A head lamp.
I love you head lamp. You keep me happy while I knit at night and my “30 years old in 41 days” eyes love you the mostest. My dear sweet husband who likes to watch movies in the dark loves you too. Oh, and the baby sweater you helped me knit? She loves you too. The only thing I don’t love? Your lack of protective oil soaking padding. I had to improvise with a tissue.
Dork. Dork. Dork.
Here is the sweater I was working on in that photo, now finished and wrapped waiting for my next foray to the post office of doom:
Picture taken with Robby’s new tool/toy – a wide-angle macro lens.
Yarn: Rowen Soft Baby and man, is it soft, baby. (Yarn gifted to me by my P.O.C. Elisa)
Pattern: Child’s Placket-neck Pullover from Last-Minute Knitted Gifts by Joelle Hoverson(make sure to check the errata out for this book!
Overall loved knitting this. The yarn is fabulous. Soft. Strong. This is just one of the reasons why I have had a recent love affair with Rowan (all I have to say is, THIS is why people spend my annual salary to knit a sweater out of this yarn! I. get. it.) It does stretch a whole bunch with blocking. One compliant, the pattern does not come with button holes as an option. I had to do some maths (excel spreadsheets are so damn fun) to place them and viola…. pretty little buttons for a babe to be.
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