Help I Can't Stop Knitting

Oh No! Now I've become a knit addict...again. I can't stop. The relapse began a couple of months ago when I started making chemo caps. And now, just this week, I finished Baby I's purple sweater with lady bug buttons.


And they I found out that pink and green are "in" colors this spring so I picked up some fuzzy pink yarn and knitted a scarf using green needles.


But I couldn't stop there cause I wanted a new purple scarf to wear today to Hollywood Hats.


OK... That's it.... I have to go knit.... just one more thing...

Snoring

Big Brothers response to A Bed for SH:

A man has a dog that snores in his sleep. Annoyed, because she can't sleep, his wife goes to the vet to see if he can help. The vet tells the woman to tie a ribbon around the dog's testicles and he will stop snoring.

A few hours after going to bed, the dog is snoring as usual. Finally, unable to sleep, she goes to the closet and grabs a piece of ribbon and ties it around the dog's testicles, and sure enough, the dog stops snoring. The woman is amazed!

Later that night, her husband returns home drunk from being out with his buddies. He climbs into bed, falls asleep, and begins snoring very loudly. The woman thinks maybe the ribbon will work on him. So she goes to the closet again, grabs a piece of ribbon, and ties it around her husband's testicles. Amazingly, it also works on him!

The woman sleeps very soundly.
The next morning, the husband wakes up very hung over.
He tumbles into the bathroom to urinate. As he is standing in front of the toilet, he looks in the mirror and sees a blue ribbon attached to his privates.

He is very confused, and, as he walks back into the bedroom, he notices a red ribbon attached to his dog's testicles.

He shakes his head, looks down at the dog and says:
"Boy, don't remember where we were or what we did, but, by God, we got first and second place!"

Felted Hat

The hat has been successfully felted!!!!!!!!

A Bed for SH

BREAKFAST:

“I think we should go out and get a bed for your room.”
SH shrugs his shoulders.
“We are going to have company. They wouldn’t want to sleep on that worn out twin sized futon.”
“Okay,” he says.
“There’s a sale at M********’s. That should be good enough.”
Another shrug.

AT M*********’s:

Feeling like we are about to be attacked by hungry vultures, I veer off toward the left side of the store as we come through the door, mostly because there were no salesmen over there so I deduct that was where the sale beds are. Also because when I glance down the row of luxury beds on the right side of the sales room I observe lady with” fifi” type dog curled up on fancy pillow topped bed. Hmmmmmm… wonder if the bed is for her or the dog.

Salesman J approaches, “Welcome to M**********’s. Looking for anything in particular?”

“Cheap,” I say.

“For you?” he asks.

“No for a guest room.” I figure I know the lines. If I say guest room the guy will show us the bottom of the line because we all know we don’t want to make the guests too comfortable. They might stay too long. (Note to the guest who is arriving in March…. This doesn’t mean you… you can stay as long as you can stand us).

“Well the most inexpensive ones on sale are this way.” J heads off toward a long steep staircase leading to an upper loft. We trod behind him, SH gasping for air as we get to the top. J points towards the ugliest bunk beds I’ve ever seen. “Here’s the bottom of the line,” he says. “Try it.

SH says, “Doesn’t matter. I can sleep in bathtub.”

J looks at him, “thought this was for guest room.”

I nudge SH, “Just try it.” I look at J, “Well actually it’s for the husband who snores too much…kind of a punishment type bed.” J nods in understanding. SH sits on edge of bed. The mattress sinks to the width of a cheap chaise lounge pad. He frowns. So much for the I can sleep anywhere attitude.

J points to next bed in line. “Try that one. Lay down on it. Feel free to spend some time there.”

I note that these mattresses are on platform bunk beds. SH is sinking to the bottom of the bed platform now, not willing or perhaps not able to scrunch his 6’2” frame into the lower bunk. “What about the box springs?” I ask.

“Oh you get those too, and a frame,” J assures me.

“Maybe we should go back downstairs,” I say.

So we go back to where we came in the door. J points to the medium priced beds. Tells SH to try them out. SH sinks into a medium firm pillow top. “This is good enough,” he says. I look at the price. OK I think… that’s enough for my budget.

Meanwhile I glance across the store to see lady with dog now trying luxurious top of the line mattresses. I’m wondering if she and sweatered dog are actually homeless people out for a quick nap. Suddenly I’m glad I’m not the one who must lie down and test bed.

“You did say it comes with frame right?” I ask J.

“Oh of course it does. How about a headboard to go with it?” he asks.

“Well we don’t need a headboard, do we J?”

“No you don’t have to have a headboard. That’s just a decorating thing. You could always add one later with a few screws.”

I think about that for a minute. No. I don’t think we need a headboard. Would have to have screws for that… oops enough said… not going there.

Valentines Birthdays and Hats

Celebrated J's 2nd birthday last night. He's still a good kid...even without his curls.

Now about the hat... will it really fit when it is felted???? Will I ever get around to felting it?

LYS

LYS = a new term for me. Local Yarn Shop. So I've been checking around here. There are two yarn shops where I live. One has lovely yarns but I need a way bigger budget to shop there. The other one has been in this city for years but unfortunately it is not visible from the street. It's a shame because it is the BEST one in this area. Why? Because they stock a good variety of yarns for all budgets, the clerks are all attentive, they know what they are doing, they are polite, know their merchandise and they ball your yarn for you.

What... not all yarn stores ball your yarn? Well yes and no. There is a store I frequented in a nearby town. They balled the yarn allright. I should have paid attention when I heard the yarn baller thumping it's way through the process. I should have paid attention when another clerk approached my Miss Wind'em and Move'em Out-A-Here and suggested that she slow down the process. But no, I trusted that she knew what she was doing. Now, I see I have yarn that goes from thread width to a chunky consistency throughout the entire ball. Hmmmmmmm. Good thing this project will be felted.

And while I'm ranting about those who ball yarn improperly, here's another one. Those that don't ball the yarn at all. I'm at the register today in a store in a little bigger city around here, a store that is recommended in a certain book that I just read and that a friend of mine said is the greatest. I pay for my two hanks of Cascade 220 yarn and then ask "can you ball this for me?" It must have sounded obscene to her with the shocked look I received. But then she looked me straight in the eye and remarked "I don't have time for that." Well, speaking of time, I knew the time was about to run out on my parking meter so I had no time to argue. All the way home I'm kicking myself for not feeding the meter and stomping back in there to demand my money back (would have been useless anyway since the receipt clearly says "no refunds"). So here I sit with two hanks of yarn, waiting for hubby to come home so we can wind the balls the old fashioned way.

Knit Bits Felt Hat

Here's my work in progress... Pattern by Pick Up Sticks ... I'm using Manos del Uruguay yarn. First time for me knitting something to felt. Just gotta believe it's all going to work out.

I'm baaaaack

Back from Phoenix.... Shopped.... Ate..... Laughed....



Yes, we are in our PJs in a hotel lobby. What can I say? It was breakfast time and we had to go where the eggs were. And yes, those are bibs.

Came home to work.... clean house.... do laundry.... and lose the 2 pounds I gained.