Woo-hoo! Blocking mats!

Now that I'm a serious lace knitter (1 shawl down, 1 in the works), I realized I needed serious blocking mats.

So I could get some of those, or I could have Tinkerbell.

My dh, that lovely man in need of eyeglasses says, "Babe! She looks just like you!"

There are 16 of the 1-foot squares. Do you suppose that's going to be enough?

P.S. That's Shawl II down at the bottom of the photo.  It's my wack at the lovely pattern, Multnomah. (Always, always with my apologies to the designer for what shall befall their careful work once I get my paws on it.) It's Done Roving yarn - a souvenier from the first installment of DH's bucket list trip we took last fall. Anasazi dwellings and yarn shops. And a winery. Pretty ideal! 

A Cool Tip

It's not a free pattern, but it's a pretty cool tip. 

This is something I've been doing for ages and assumed everybody did.  Apparently, everybody don't.
It's for when you've got a small project - socks with a small lace chart, for example.

Here's what you do:

 Zerox the chart.  Cut it out.  Using a glue stick, paste it to a file card.   I chose to simply copy this simple chart out on a bit of graph paper. 

Laminate it and tuck it into your knitting bag.  So much easier to cart around than an entire book.

Return of the Native (Bunny)

 This morning, what did I see in the garden but our long vanished pal Bunny Nugget, back from exile. He had crept up very close to the house, much closer than he usuall comes, and it turns out he wanted to tell us he'd heard rumors that there was something scary living in the cellar. .

Now, in the past, the Bunster has been less than reliable, so we took that news with quite a bit of salt. But looking is free, and so we opened the hatch and  there was a Black Widow about the size of a walnut in there. Augh!

So Bunny was right, he saved the day, and he wasn't even snarky.

Can a new leaf have been turned?

His whiskers are back - regrown, and this time, in the right place. As must be his heart. It's very encouraging.

Why I have no energy

It's warm in The Coziverse.  

This is all for now.  

I need to go die.  

 

Gettin' the Crap Out

Aw, naw, it's not a paean to regularity.  It's a thought I filched from my pal Pretty Knitty (she of the blog of the same name) having to do with (insert Jaws!!! theme music here) that dreadest of phrases: house cleaning.

The basic assumption being that if, perhaps, you could see the various surfaces of your home, it would be far easier to clean them.  The 'WTH....there's a FLOOR under that???' phenomenon. 

I'm thinking about it.  I skipped over spring cleaning this year because I had an insane round of allergies and even prodding at the top archeological layers produced violent sneezing and migrane-like headaches.  (My excuse, sticking to it, don't tell me about your awesome nasal spray, don't wanna hear it.) 


I suppose rather than 'cleaning' per se, what I should address is packrattery.  We have it.  Maybe I'll deal with that later.  Right now I'm too depressed to think about it.  And if you're waiting for photos, get over it!  You think I want to DOCUMENT this?  Are you INSANE? 

(The preacher visits occasionally.  I'm pretty sure when he says, "Holy Crap!" it's meant as a blessing.)

Small Creatures...

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Oh look...it's a nest of...them.  Whatever it is they are.  There they is. They take on quite a dynamic when they herd together.