This is delightful.

So, I think that my blogger site is going to go away in favor of wordpress. I hate to leave a good friend, so maybe I'll keep both. There are a bunch of things that are easier about blogger - uploading photos for one. I'll be thinking on it.

Anyway, here's my progress on Rosamund:

Cat in the Hat? No, Bitch in a Box!

I put this box on my couch to keep my cat, Eli, from getting on it.




We don't like each other very much. Look how evil she's looking.

I am stressed the F out!

But this baby goat is making me feel better. Go, go, go!

The Best Job I Ever Had...

Everyone's heard the CPB/NPR/PBS story before, so I won't repeat it. It's all about the mission. And then, there's also the Tiny Desk concert series, which is absolutely brilliant.

Looking for a little inspiration...

I stumbled upon a whole lot. This is a big birthday year and I'm thinking about getting my house in order (literally and figuratively). I think that there are signs all around me that that is, indeed, what I should be doing. For instance, I keep bumping into things and people (I need new glasses this year, too) that make me stop and examine how and who I am in the world. Here's some stuff that's giving me good pause right now:


- The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind


- Bikram Yoga. It gives me so much peace, I'm not sure why I don't do it more. That's about to change, as I'm taking the 30 day challenge starting October 1!

More later...

This new template sucks. I am looking for another one. So sad that the original design was deleted yesterday.

I KNOW!

“They try to paint the picture that I was this downtrodden, ugly girl who was unpopular in school and in life, and then I got this role and now I’m awesome,” says the actress. “But the truth is that I’ve been awesome, and then I got this role.”

This is Gabby Sidibe talking about people confusing her with the role she plays in the movie-I-can't-wait-to-see, Precious. If you haven't heard about it, you better look it up.

I wish I had a hound dog, or an orangutan.


Or both.

I have a leetle shopping problem.


- Image from AssistOn

Like, why, for instance, would I need to buy these crayons? There's no rational reason. I suppose it's a good thing I can't speak Japanese ... yet.

New WIPs!

I've three on the needles right now. Another EZ Tomten jacket for my cousin Jacob. Got to do finishing this weekend so I can send it off in time for his birthday. I fear it won't fit him if I wait for Christmas. Pix coming.

Then, the Rosamund Cardigan. I bought the yarn for this at Stitches Midwest, but not on purpose. I wanted to make the Alpaka Tunic. I looked at the instructions, though, and well... TLDNR. I'm through the collar and the first button hole. Pix coming on Monday.

Then there's this beauty, the Swiss Cheese scarf in Kauni yarn. I love that stuff!

Yes, I went there.

To Stitches Midwest, that is. We had a VERY fun time - I laughed so much that weekend. And, I learned a lot and bought even more. The main thing I learned is this:

Just because you knit it doesn't mean you should wear it.

You know who you are.

Here are photos of Cousin Deb and Auntie Eunice (I didn't let them photograph me.)

On the run.

Autumn. I can't get enough. For some reason, rather than feeling like things are over, or that we should be preparing for hibernation, I find I've more energy and feel clearer as summer droops away and fall arrives crisp and fresh.

I know it's not really autumnal, but R.T. Smith's Illumination brings me to fall, somehow. I think it's that this is the time when every green thing and flower seems brighter and flashier, wanting us to pay attention and be grateful -- green fervor, that's it. The impatients on my front stoop will not quit. I've never seen them so pink and so green, and the ivy... oh, the ivy. I felt last week that it might grab me up. Anyway, here's to fall, and here's the poem:


As if some monk
bored in the cold scriptorium 
had let his quill
wander from the morning Gospel,

two tendrils of wisteria
have scrolled their green fervor
into the weave of a wicker
deck chair

to whisper with each spiral,
every sweet leaf
and dew sparkle,
Brother, comewith us, come home.

Thanks, R.T. Smith.

And another one to watch:

Bronx Princess Trailer from Yoni Brook on Vimeo.

This is where my sister lives and does amazing work:



I can't wait to put visuals to the narratives I have in my head from listening to her.

What's age appropriate?

I'm 30+, so is it wrong for me to buy this:



If it is, please stop me from going to this site and sending them my billing information. Thanks.

"Everyday I do something that makes me cooler in everyone's eyes"--Pooja, 9.16.09 @ 4:06pm

My colleague Pooja just said that. I think she meant "crazier", not "cooler". For instance, right now, she's in my office playing a George Michael (really? yes.) song on her iPhone in the mistaken belief that I won't reach across my desk and punch her right in her face.

Oh, and this.


- Image from Paper Jam Press. Go there and buy something.

And that brings me to this point...

What ever happened to nuance?

Seriously, protesters, Kanye, Serena. How about we all start coming strong with some thoughtful repartee, some manners? I've about had it.