This is the marginally-useless gift that I brought home from the exchange at the High Priests Christmas Social last weekend. Seems to me that two more hands would be useful with that gizmo, unless I just take it to work and attack the nape of my neck with it every so often. Or maybe I could use it as a two-fisted honey dipper?
And this is the severely-edited cover of Knit Kimono, my shared-custody book. I cut off the bottom half of the picture, because the glare from my flash was blinding.
I don’t do New Year resolutions; I do set a few goals. One is to become a better photographer in 2008. Santa Baby, how about a copy of Digital Photography for Dummies in my stocking this year?
I saw this cute Tinkertoy tree on one of the blogs that I read.
How to tell that your best friend is really, really cool: Give her a bag with two balls of purple yarn in it and tell her it’s a kit; when she asks if you think she’s smart enough to make something and you say yes, but you’re the one who will be knitting, she then exclaims, “Socks? I get socks? You’re going to make me my own pair of socks? Oh wow!” and you can tell that she means it.
Turned the heel on the first Stripedy Sock while doing laundry at Firstborn’s yesterday afternoon. I’ve done a little on the leg and need to try it on so I can calculate how often to make the calf increases. I’m still thinking that this wants to be a knee sock when it grows up.
All but one of the Christmas gifts are finished. I will be taking it to work with me, along with the Stripedy Sock. I didn’t get LittleBit’s sock fitted yesterday, and I don’t want to continue working on it until I know that it’s not too big.
Half of the office will be out today, so I stand a chance of clearing my desk before quitting time. Ordinarily the boss would close down the office an hour early this afternoon, but she did that on Friday so that we could ostensibly finish our Christmas shopping. I have no idea what to expect today, except pizza for lunch, which reminds me that I need to get cash for my share, and if I were a betting person I would bet that the ATM was cleaned out over the weekend. It almost always is on Monday mornings.
I woke up two hours ahead of my alarm this morning, and as I’d already eaten my half of the goodies that our home teacher brought over on Saturday evening, I snagged the heel from that round of parmesan bread and washed it down with some milk. So now it’s a toss-up what to have for breakfast proper: a nice warm bowl of apple oatmeal, or heat up the tortilla soup that I bought on Saturday but didn’t have room for at the time? I need to stoke up on something; the deli in our building will be closed today, and it’s a long time until lunch...
I also need to pick up the mandarin oranges for my sweet potatoes tomorrow, and some Cool Whip and pumpkin pies; again, I’m not in the mood to bake pies. What *do* I want to fix? Striped sea bass with swiss chard and chestnuts, and something gooey from Domestic Goddess.
Which still doesn’t solve the problem of breakfast.
- Five years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!