Archive for May, 2003

What Dreams May Come

Thursday, May 15th, 2003

A sure sign of low blood sugar in the morning: You dream of Grape Nuts cereal. I had been rowing a swan-shaped boat around the lake at my mom’s place (blah blah Freud blah blah) when I stepped onto shore and into a kitchen. I pulled a pint of ice-cold milk from the refridgerator and […]

Encounters with Laypeople

Tuesday, May 13th, 2003

My pal Amber recounts meeting someone on the street while she was working with her drop spindle. I love the little conversations that pop up when a fiber artist does their thing in public. One time I was sitting in front of Marshalls working on a sweater. A lady walked by and without stopping said […]

Kaboom

Monday, May 12th, 2003

I know, I know, I’m drifting again. But I had to get this recorded. Never, ever piss off a woman of power. I did that yesterday and I suspect I am only beginning to learn my lesson. I won’t go into specifics, but trust me when I say I uncovered some very directed emotion. I […]

Breathe Fiber

Sunday, May 11th, 2003

So there we were, Flea and Yvette and I, sitting at the edge of the runway for the Fiber Artists Art to Wear Fashion Show, watching the lovely models go by in amazing handmade silk, cotton and wool. And window screen. (That one was cool.) All three of us had projects on our laps. And […]

Almost Unbearable

Sunday, May 11th, 2003

I’ve been getting a lot of positive energy lately, from a lot of sources. I am practically incandescent. I can’t store this energy indefinitely, so I’m going to have to use it. Time to breathe some more fabric into the Aran.

Ropes Course

Friday, May 9th, 2003

Here’s what I did today: A little dark, I know, but it was a very hazy day. Eight of us, courtesy of the lovely Kelly, went to a ropes course today and attempted various feats of high elevation acrobatics. And by “acrobatics”, I mean “standing up”. It’s amazing how your brain shuts down when you’re […]

oh thank god

Wednesday, May 7th, 2003

I was starting on the fourth row of the back of the Aran when I suddenly realized that I’d picked up stitches according to the large version of the pattern. I’d worked the front as a medium. *whew* I’m so intensely happy that I caught that after three rows instead of thirty! That would have […]

Allergies

Wednesday, May 7th, 2003

I’m thick. The thedar pollen in the air hath made me all thtuffed up. Tho, thince I’m not going into work today, I think I’m going to thit on the couth and work on my thweater. Allergieth thuck.

light my fire

Tuesday, May 6th, 2003

The hard-working Stacey is inspiring me. She’s basically done with her Age of Aquarius sweater in what looks like a little over two months. This is silly. I started the Aran in January, for Pete’s sake. Time to get cranking. This is, after all, Sweater Project, not Baby Einstein Project, nor Juice Sweater Project, nor […]

A Rit of Fealous Jage

Monday, May 5th, 2003

I read through my list of other knitting bloggers this morning, and it seems like everyone East of the Mississippi went to the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival this weekend. You bastards! I mean, nobody thought to drive out here first and pick me up for this? What gives? I hope you all get your […]