I am Threatening Daily

My account with Knitting Daily isn't allowing me the unfettered access to that damn 'modern quilt wrap' pattern Redrhonda is so hot for, so I'm still in the process of resubmitting my info, since having them remail my password to me isn't going well... yahoomail is down at this precise moment, and I'm finding myself stuck. I'd just extended the Lantern Moon "get it hot and at wholesale prices" offer to our lil' yahoo group, too... that's about when yahoo died on me.



I've heard from my favorite "southern melle", who apparently has taken up aerial acrobatics coupled with gravity experimentation, much to her backside's dismay. She will survive her antics and tells me that more yummy yarny goodness is wending it's way to my shop. Yay. About the yarn, not her brush with death. That part sucks. Be well, dear Lotus. She's also got another enticing contest over on her blog... I keep meaning to enter, but I'm such a vicious yarn hog. Just looking out for your best interests, muh knittas.



That Crocker Woman and her superspouse were here at Clementine's last Sunday, delivering and painting the new fabric cupboards. All. four. Of. Them. Cupboards, not Crockers... there are just two crafty Crockers involved in the creation of the3 (whoo, where'd that come from?) world's best little yarn and fabric emporium. The Crocker offspring are too busy being 1.) an adorable of-age delinquent, and 2.) a mysterious, angst-filled film maker-type teenager. How the elder Crockers ever find time for my alter-ego amazes me. I love that very tall knitta and her well-muscled hunkahunkaburnin' woodworker.

I was going to attempt to publish through flikr, to see if I could get up some photos to y'all, but that involves steps which I have to be talked through. Repeatedly. Slowly. So, for now, you just get ramblings. Pictureless rants, which I'd threatened to cease with the previous posting. I am nothing if not reckless and hot-headed. Midwest Masters is coming up. I actually went and bought a 2008 calendar so I can plan my spring. There are only five days between that event and Maryland Sheep and Wool... but Lucy Neatby is at the Masters weekend... oh, the torment, the indecision, the angst (hey, that's twice in one post... is there a prize for that?) Well, I have to go be a shop-keeper now. Y'all keep your sticks in the yarn/hands on the quilting till I get back.

Meet the 'Titanic' Sweater

What you see pictured above (and below) is my first attempt at knitting a sweater in pieces. The pattern was simple enough, and I got a great deal on the two skeins of handpainted 'Fingerlakes' wool. I'd even purchased a ball-winder and swift, so readying the skeins was no problem. What I hadn't counted on was the uneven coloring of hand dyed yarn (yes, I know how dumb that sounds now.) Something else I was unprepared for was my firstborn's appetite for movies. Movies with lots of sappy violin music. Movies that ended badly.

She was just a wee little thing when the movie "Titanic" first came out. My crazy aunt in Alabama sent the child her own copy. I refused to watch it, though I sat in the living room with her. I edited out the 'steamy sex scene'. I stupidly looked up in time to see a frozen mother still clutching her dead baby. Twice. Yes, gentle reader, my firstborn daughter's appetite for cinema can and has brought both of her parents to their knees. Six hours of my life, sucked away, and all I have left to show for it is this:

A sweater that has, so far, been worn by four of my five children. A sweater that taught me how to cope with painted yarns. A sweater that waves a big "hello" to a nice knitter down in Georgia, who is hosting a nice yarn contest for some of her gorgeous handpainted yarn. I'm terribly partial to "Wish You Were Here", but they are all lovely... she has an Etsy shop, and there's a link to her right over there on the right... go click on Lotusknitter's blog and have a peek. Be sure to say "hey" and leave her a little comment... bloggers love that, you know. Makes us feel less crazy about typing to ourselves. Happy snooping! Cami

p.s. If this should publish with the weird, bold, underlined paragraph in the middle bit, I apologize. I tried to make it leave, but it just stuck out it's tongue and winked. Devilish blog.

a good yarn goes home

It's amazing. I made the trip home in near-record time. The scary fuel monitor on Bill's Jeep completely freaked me out four miles before the exit I was GOING to take ANYWAY, so there was a little prayin' an' barganin' with " oh, sweet Jesus, just let me get to the Thornton's station and I'll really, REALLY try to be good" and various other attempts to get the gas thing to not leave me stranded on the freeway off-ramp. This morning Bill left for work at 4:45 and with him were six skeins of alpaca that I'd been selfishly hoarding. When purchased I KNEW they should be Rhonda's, as she knits such lovely lace patterns, but I kept holding out... I REALLY wanted the yummy, caramel and toffee colored luvvies for myself. Selfish, rotten knitter. I do hear by swear that I will no longer viciously hoard the stash. Mostly. Unless incapacitated by mental illness or sleep deprivation. And speaking of, I've noticed that my posts seem to be time-tagged at ghastly hours of the morning. That is a falsehood. This bloggy-blog-blog appears to be posted FOUR HOURS before it actually occurs... I just didn't want anyone who knows me to think I was really mentally ill for being able to type before noon. Except today, since I've been up since 3:38 with a sinus headache. I came home last night to the cottonwood and aspen trees pollinating, so today I'm staying in my jammies and I'm knitting the monkey socks, which I fell in lust with in Lex yesterday. Lotusknitter had them at the gathering of the Harlot's faithful. More on the incredible women I met yesterday after the coffee kicks in... and the percocet... and possibly a G&T, if the pain meds don't cooperate.