tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86000124062101458102024-03-22T00:36:45.360-04:00coolknitchickcoolknitchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12582304786051990956noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600012406210145810.post-9054455721158104522011-03-28T21:44:00.006-04:002011-04-03T17:36:43.762-04:00Lukewarm enchantment<div><a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/middlefield-pullover">Middlefield</a> is <em>finally</em> finished, and the enchantment factor that so permeated the beginning of the project ... the verve that was the driving force ... has been replaced. What's left is a sweater that, although fantasticly wonderful in feeling, is less than perfect. ARGHHH!!! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>To begin, I switched yarn and concocted my own "guage".... bumped up the size to accommodate the DK yarn and accompanying needle change. The project itself was terrific ... interesting construction and elements lend a perfect balance to all the round and round of stockinette. The yoke is where my problems began. Long project short, the split yoke did not meet at the shoulder to button as the instructions/picture indicated. After a brief consulation with some true fiberistas ... I came up with a fix that works. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>On another note, I went big for my birthday this year...hoarding all gift cards and holiday cash gifts to splurge on either <a href="http://www.fluevog.com/code/?w%5B0%5D=gender%3Awomen&p=30&pp=1&view=detail&colourID=1784">these</a> or <a href="http://www.apple.com/ipad/">this</a>. It is truly a terrific toy - sleek and cool, but it has it limits. Not to mention it's bugs. I've had it less than 24 hours and I've been on the phone with support and at the Apple store twice. It's quite disappointing actually ... I guess I expected more. Also, editing this blog post was not possible : ( something I was hoping to be able to do (update blog entries etc.). Maybe it's user error ... or maybe not.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Nonetheless - the family is loving the HD version of Angry Birds : )</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>coolknitchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12582304786051990956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600012406210145810.post-38455520139380565492011-02-16T12:38:00.004-05:002011-02-16T19:46:04.801-05:00Inspiration or demandToday I inspired someone to start a blog. OK ... that's not entirely true ... let's try that again ...<br /><br />Today I (in my pushy, always-need-to-be-right, listen-to-me-now way) strongly encouraged a dear friend to begin a blog. A dashing gent oozing with creativity and talent - I believe the world with be a better place when his thoughts and ideas are proliferated and produced for the entire world to ponder. Stay tuned, for I believe I've unleashed a genius.coolknitchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12582304786051990956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600012406210145810.post-59318582753541138952010-12-31T20:13:00.005-05:002010-12-31T23:07:53.258-05:00Goodbye to 2010 ... and childhood innocenceOn the eve of 2011 - I should be reflecting, but instead I'm consumed with guilt and doubt. Today, Santa died. Well, the innocence of Santa, and the belief in the magic of all that he is was expelled in a horrible moment of vulgar truth. I really don't know how it happened ... it resembled a slow-motion train wreck that I couldn't avoid. It started with the tooth fairy, and it went downhill rapidly from there. I guess it seems fitting to close that chapter as we embark on a new year - but .... it is sad .... for all of us.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557021662487714674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7K2_CbJHPsJx6epRKhenT_VGV7Vv94i6Z6PYVlajtYg2XlU6C3HH3epejwBBRHpOkiEKXTHU53x7oKFivnBPGzKFcHx9nq1GZ1Mv9tebpojUG4vci6sYrd96uhagibbEZ_fAbpLXIBpQ/s320/IMG_1746-1.JPG" /><br />We're holding our own ... our little clan is celebrating in our jammies with yummy treats and French bubbly. Blessings, love and peace in 2011.coolknitchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12582304786051990956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600012406210145810.post-45917740194115389722008-09-21T18:49:00.030-04:002008-09-21T19:34:30.009-04:00perfidy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGiwdRYqxJf_sx0Bi2dOfA4Zz-kVpj47e8NUFL4inDI0KbaKL4eIJU9mGBVU8Uf22oMY5c4gzIehfXU4WkdFy8NygPmdvv7ahkxKOF18c5AnEF0UmtkWjWuaq-KKoAasjHtFjEWF-YJng/s1600-h/DespondentAngelMetCemHead%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248620557174382322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGiwdRYqxJf_sx0Bi2dOfA4Zz-kVpj47e8NUFL4inDI0KbaKL4eIJU9mGBVU8Uf22oMY5c4gzIehfXU4WkdFy8NygPmdvv7ahkxKOF18c5AnEF0UmtkWjWuaq-KKoAasjHtFjEWF-YJng/s320/DespondentAngelMetCemHead%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0HksYsKjIIwWk4YDzP6rkAOiZDSVljiSRnVEZJ-7FuAY3s5pAQvR30pMdfHvNpG2r-xRzeGJjnimCLkLV-5nmimTBRYGOZ6_GgUyLTaRft1sFuE5g9r_OfUBcCwf8pHVB8zS9_ksYwuo/s1600-h/DespondentAngelMetCemHead%5B1%5D.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">"The meaning of life" said Botticelli, "is suffering, specifically the suffering of others."<br /><br /></span><div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">...</span></div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">"Ha," said Botticelli, "ha-ha-ha! You gain [their] trust, you refuse [them] and -- ha-ha -- you become what [they] knew you were all along, what <em><strong>you</strong></em> knew you were all along, not a friend, not a confessor, not a forgiver, but -- ha-ha! -- a <em><strong>rat</strong></em>!"</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">~ <em>The Tale of Desperaux</em>, p. 88, 90.</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Ms. DiCamillo, brilliant and talented you are. So many times your words have spoken directly to my heart ... today, however, you broke it.</span></div></div></div>coolknitchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12582304786051990956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600012406210145810.post-32725472394610880392008-08-27T15:07:00.011-04:002008-08-27T21:05:01.825-04:0030, 31, 32 ....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv1eCuzsPxjTSqI0uubduuK5HVOrLvWguALFznDRAsk5nKpn6FmMkKj0vLvEzQe9e5tTL4wUkacFYD_hjozv5evNOOSBJ84u63Uo-1VmvED_bASTxvNAeemLDre5BW_cuDEMacfH1B5RE/s1600-h/baby+surprise.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239280127702557586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv1eCuzsPxjTSqI0uubduuK5HVOrLvWguALFznDRAsk5nKpn6FmMkKj0vLvEzQe9e5tTL4wUkacFYD_hjozv5evNOOSBJ84u63Uo-1VmvED_bASTxvNAeemLDre5BW_cuDEMacfH1B5RE/s320/baby+surprise.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_Zimmermann">Elizabeth Zimmerman</a> is the Albert Einstein of knitting - that's undisputed . I've read some of her books and her revolutionary techniques seem to be part of so many main stream patterns, including <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/coolknitchick/tangled-yoke-cardigan">Tangled Yoke</a> (which I completed - thank you very much). So please tell me why counting beyond 30 is posing a challenge for me? Shown here is the sad, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">frogged</span> remains of my FOURTH attempt at the infamous <a href="http://www.knitting-and.com/wiki/Baby_Surprise_Jacket">baby surprise jacket</a>. This pattern is simple genius - and the reason for my knitting it is pure <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">curiosity</span>. I'm defeated for the moment but not conquered ... I shall return and meet success ...<br /><br /><br /><br />Speaking of success, Yarn Harlot's <a href="http://www.diynetwork.com/diy/na_knitting/article/0,,DIY_14141_5489009,00.html">Sock Recipe</a> socks are completed. They didn't make it across the finish line for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ravelympics</span> ... again - the numbers !!!! I thought I had until 8:00am on Monday not Sunday!!! Nonetheless, they are pure heaven. The yarn is from <a href="http://www.sockpixie.com/newhome.html"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Sockpixie</span></a> (amazing ... you must treat yourself to a skein) ... the pattern is above. Although still perplexing is how I managed to cast on for these, as the CO number certainly exceeded 30 ; )<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239283238645271906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAnwoRjLEKKAYexCFj2usswOV6N7ceFJ8XMb_NORN2rf11Wo2nvPCfoZ1j2cHANn1xwwfK8jDyOfaMePbIkhoHeyfiOO4jDnGB4LMY5OJA5NJPragPTz5TcC3L2zX6e-SbdSvDGZBp804/s400/harlot+socks.JPG" border="0" />coolknitchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12582304786051990956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600012406210145810.post-81162897706101118292008-08-16T22:29:00.016-04:002008-08-18T22:14:21.531-04:00A *Joy*ful smile and my first Meme : )I think someone is quite happy about the tub. She's been so patient through this all ... thanks Joy : )<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvcV_7ZtSOxSJ6Md8fyv1TQ5mbDyjPbKHyOfGWr2NGDn3vvTLgprV_5i-UxLXCQPaUHMVX3mVwDzepDmgyYMFBTTQjEMyDRERmw82Do8fW5_X0QktlI0ZQPqxfUn6RIfI65pbZOnkT-S4/s1600-h/joy-tub.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236041172747752466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvcV_7ZtSOxSJ6Md8fyv1TQ5mbDyjPbKHyOfGWr2NGDn3vvTLgprV_5i-UxLXCQPaUHMVX3mVwDzepDmgyYMFBTTQjEMyDRERmw82Do8fW5_X0QktlI0ZQPqxfUn6RIfI65pbZOnkT-S4/s400/joy-tub.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />So a fun part of blogging are these little memes ... far be it for me to pass up any invitation to write about myself ; ) This is my first .... and we're off .... the rules of the game:<br /><br />Each player answers the questions about themselves. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5-6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve posted your answer.<br /><div></div><br /><div>Ok here we go:</div><div></div><br /><div><strong>1. What was I doing 10 years ago?</strong></div><br /><div></div><div>Ten years ago ... 1998. I was submersed in the miserable abyss of infertility. I fought the daily war against myself to push my body to go places it was never going to reach. That scarring journey changed my life ... </div><br /><div></div><div></div><div><strong>2. What are 5 things on my to-do list for today (not in any particular order):</strong></div><br /><p>1. go to my parent's house for breakfast with my daughter and Chloe (my dog) ... sans hubby, as he's away with some friends; </p><p>2. go the the pool ... pool time is short lived in the Northeast ... embrace the moment people!</p><p>3. Work on my socks for the <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/events/special/ravelympics2008/finished">Ravelympics</a> ;<br /><br />4. do laundry;</p><p>5. get ready for work and the week ahead!</p><div></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>3. Snacks I enjoy:</strong></div><br /><div></div><div>Call me goofy, but I L O V E edamames ... and almonds, chips with guacamole ... avocados and potato chips (basically anything salty) and dark, rich chocolate ... but I <strong><em>try</em></strong> to consume the earlier mentioned snacks more than the latter ; ) </div><br /><div></div><div></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>4. Things I would do if I were a billionaire:</strong></div><br /><div></div><div>Family responsibility doesn't count, right ... so of course I'd take care of my daughter, parents, in-laws and my brother. The first thing I'd buy is a horse worthy of winning the triple crown (a gift for the man who's given me so much); I'd fund the building of local schools ... lots, and lots, and lots of schools ... with class sizes not to exceed 12 students .... and maybe a library or two; then I would give money to my favorite friends (<a href="http://www.ravelry.com/people/Purldrops">MFC</a> and <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/people/irishknitwit">MES</a>) to open a yarn store ... then we'd travel together (when I wasn't travelling with my family) and explore yarn stores around the world ... gee, that was fun ... I felt like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Bailey_(fictional_character)">George Bailey</a> talking to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gloria_Grahame">Violet Bick</a> in that scene in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/It">It's a Wonderful Life</a>! </div><br /><div></div><div></div><div><strong>5. Places I have lived:</strong></div><div></div><br /><div>My response to this is pathetic ... do I have to ?!!! I've never lived outside of Massachusetts. If, however, I could *tweak* this ... I would want to live in either:</div><br /><div></div><div>1. Boston, right in the city. We live North of Boston now ... not too far, but I would love to live right in the heart of it. It is, in my completely biased, humble opinion - the BEST city ever!</div><br /><div>2. Chicago ... <a href="http://the-panopticon.blogspot.com/">Dolores</a> is there - need I say more?;</div><br /><div>3. Sonoma California ... between the yarn and the wine, does it get any better?!</div><br /><div>4. Milan one of the fashion capitals of the world and so very close to <a href="http://www.initaly.com/regions/lombardy/como.htm">Lake Como</a> (with George as a neighbor and a good yarn store or two, who could ask for more);</div><br /><div>5. Naples, FL (Nick, that's for you. However, you and I both know that wool and Florida do not mix).</div><br /><div></div><div><strong>6. Peeps I want to know more about aka, the "tagees":</strong><br /></div><br /><div>I would like to know so much about so many more people. So, tag ... you're it! : )</div><br /><br /><div></div><div>I found this on <a href="http://craftyloca.blogspot.com/">Craftyloca</a> ... she's so witty and terrific - plus she has the cutest boys!!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div>coolknitchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12582304786051990956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600012406210145810.post-12534612247848539822008-08-16T19:12:00.019-04:002008-08-16T20:12:44.940-04:00完成 ...<div align="center">完成 = finished in Chinese ... </div><div align="center"><br />It's been a surprisingly easy journey</div><div align="center">from our older bath ...</div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQJiqIyBGJAT5OfQcR1yeBXctrFQvnmnmqIQgwca4zMzwvKzZna5x2YyUFlAHZEVI0FXHxMxOafp9dt7bDEwN9fNnV6S1EagU2bJQJv7u1MyIlS4NiwnblE2TI9vTmWcwedkdNTu9RhYk/s1600-h/Tangled+Yoke+037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235260500537870418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQJiqIyBGJAT5OfQcR1yeBXctrFQvnmnmqIQgwca4zMzwvKzZna5x2YyUFlAHZEVI0FXHxMxOafp9dt7bDEwN9fNnV6S1EagU2bJQJv7u1MyIlS4NiwnblE2TI9vTmWcwedkdNTu9RhYk/s320/Tangled+Yoke+037.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhekBZLNcWkfOpU8j_Evy8osDgVYi5M2kR9DdiDjkvcsv0IvaG9zJjoykUPbXoMEEvTD2A5UR7wchvNtkAk_tBrqYHr0Bn_3mm5xZMq_hDy2TWeP1SEGYoxfd5RUQE15C0nC6FS079jzkg/s1600-h/bathroom+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235260891091498466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhekBZLNcWkfOpU8j_Evy8osDgVYi5M2kR9DdiDjkvcsv0IvaG9zJjoykUPbXoMEEvTD2A5UR7wchvNtkAk_tBrqYHr0Bn_3mm5xZMq_hDy2TWeP1SEGYoxfd5RUQE15C0nC6FS079jzkg/s320/bathroom+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />to where we are now.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbymRx0uVaFwZxMb0RbMkZfNsTuphDKv9tKfQbtfhe6B37x2GOq7yfEd2UiyEF4pNboX6ZNY8RmcH1BiQZ_R1iuobD0L5-Va6nd10_tP0DqkGWT9-KAfoZvZGT7YD3SKiKSR479mgX6rI/s1600-h/IMG_3821.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235265248745894770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbymRx0uVaFwZxMb0RbMkZfNsTuphDKv9tKfQbtfhe6B37x2GOq7yfEd2UiyEF4pNboX6ZNY8RmcH1BiQZ_R1iuobD0L5-Va6nd10_tP0DqkGWT9-KAfoZvZGT7YD3SKiKSR479mgX6rI/s320/IMG_3821.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt7HTMaKwRagdWGpYUu3wgUoeVZ5X8-y-0kUI4i59vXUTZgVP7N6WVtMrAqTG10H-Sq-WGkHciCDEMqd26zhLmqTiL4Baet6i0sq4adDyJfi1_XNZ5kgtGcNYmsnQI4pCOqzBNZsS3snI/s1600-h/IMG_3820.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235265460380058866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt7HTMaKwRagdWGpYUu3wgUoeVZ5X8-y-0kUI4i59vXUTZgVP7N6WVtMrAqTG10H-Sq-WGkHciCDEMqd26zhLmqTiL4Baet6i0sq4adDyJfi1_XNZ5kgtGcNYmsnQI4pCOqzBNZsS3snI/s320/IMG_3820.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>I cannot thank Mike and Brandon enough for all their amazing hard work. Without the pure focused talent and the non-stop dedicated work ethic they displayed to push this along, we'd still be showering in the back yard. Instead, I'm relaxing ... thanks guys !</p><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235259074813433170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAEjFTRUpgZ_ofMp0BVJkLXSDy7eb3kZhmaDIJNyNkzpgTLRaJZB92ejzPa1Wa-d65wcjW5HKd1v6POv_8Qpm5wCpduaC_LFFVOq4ei-A8EevYSHLauh7jomOkpSeEGFTeo5WLhV4I_sA/s400/IMG_3807.JPG" border="0" /></p>coolknitchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12582304786051990956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600012406210145810.post-8790785530347868042008-08-14T22:23:00.018-04:002008-08-15T10:16:44.540-04:00The Great Wall ... Day 4 !!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjntcGi7-gyQcGZM-0qJIOow4DSA8KbrScHjnvCchdEJVc8PT780EPq4NJ0bu9im14D-Y_AwhyphenhyphenZp4gJdJkWlaQtywvpYTDVQQkwp7UCHULukI2WTaPTm9skyNgd8t5_l6Tn4-CEtlEazFI/s1600-h/bb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234566865420838210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjntcGi7-gyQcGZM-0qJIOow4DSA8KbrScHjnvCchdEJVc8PT780EPq4NJ0bu9im14D-Y_AwhyphenhyphenZp4gJdJkWlaQtywvpYTDVQQkwp7UCHULukI2WTaPTm9skyNgd8t5_l6Tn4-CEtlEazFI/s400/bb.jpg" border="0" /></a> It's day 4 ... and of course what would any great job be without the expected "hiccups" and chaos. Enter ... the medicine cabinets ... Mike and Brandon are seasoned veterans ... you've witnessed how they've ripped apart a bath and put it back together in mere days (3 to be exact, but who's counting) ... but when faced with the medicine cabinets from mars ... Mike compared their installation to work on the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Wall_of_China">The Great Wall of China</a>. It was that horrific ... you'll note Brandon in the background getting a chuckle at Mike's expense. They're a great team - simply amazing and talented people with every good intention and HUGE hearts ... I'd be such a liar to say that I'm not anxious for the bath to be done ... but truth be told - I'm going to miss them : ( To complicate issue more ... the faucets posed a problem ... I'm not even going there (because I went *there* - as in two different Home Depots and a Lowes) ... I just cannot imagine how people build houses and deal with these issues room after room after room ! One room folks ... and I'm ready to JUMP!!<br /><p>And boys and girl ... please indulge me when I tell you that this is the TIP of the iceberg ... I was awaken by a certain someone tossing rocks at our bedroom window so that I could obliged him with the morning kitchen/garden shower ....<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234575322477471458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBEUhuNBNQaYme40NTQ2hNY7K9U0XESirjkZiErOQ_V-9QNCpVNYTatkjbrrXu40lP1szSZcnjBWluLvwX7WArY9XjBCdMSp4uOxsXgzLpPVVf-qb18T2tByR2KGuGnmGsOGnIeJm2Ico/s400/aa.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br />note the steam ... yes ... despite the date (August 14 ) it's chilly in the Northeast corner of the world at 5:50 AM ... thank GOD there is knitting to save the day !<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_JGHSKkbLiFM89S7DChFnNQhIal17z5kkewlI6y_YP9BPR0jTgErSLAvlmtUj7ztHm44TjeovWOb_f6v5Ivt2XJZ2Fpy2u2YhldosqClJAxBYKiv3xtv31ztuyOawXVgJ6X36InXDoYA/s1600-h/08bath+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234577394904178626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_JGHSKkbLiFM89S7DChFnNQhIal17z5kkewlI6y_YP9BPR0jTgErSLAvlmtUj7ztHm44TjeovWOb_f6v5Ivt2XJZ2Fpy2u2YhldosqClJAxBYKiv3xtv31ztuyOawXVgJ6X36InXDoYA/s400/08bath+005.jpg" border="0" /></a> The heel flaps are worked,the heels turned and the gussets are being decreased as we speak (well ... read) ... the work in progress is sitting in our "shampoo alcove" ... cool huh?!! Mike's creation. I told you - these guys are quite talented.coolknitchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12582304786051990956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600012406210145810.post-44178729046521738392008-08-13T19:31:00.007-04:002008-08-13T20:15:50.535-04:00With cautious optimism ...DAY 3 of bath renovation.<br /><div></div><br /><div>I can't say it's been horrible. It has been a touch inconvenient - and as liberating as it may be to have a reason to trot around the yard in my birthday suit (we have a very private back yard) showering with the kitchen faucet - I'm ready for an honest-to-goodness long, hot, steamy shower. I'm told that we'll be done by Monday ... hence the "cautious optimism." Who would have thought that anyone besides <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ty_Pennington">Ty Pennington</a> could pull off a job like this. Mike and Brandon ... kudos to you guys ... you're the best!</div><div></div><br /><div>Today's progress: <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234150476321963522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp1DcjYL-Vs5JKkRgLDmPK46QpCDlAjfv3D-BzmHFes111cRbTvGXRpEsu0iZpKC0rCw5s7j5KR7M71qH_rde1DTcXnyjTZfkMJsZs5q-oVhAQHE1OQrxKfa9Qi2GInPqZzzaa6-H55I0/s400/h.jpg" border="0" /></div><p>Just to keep me honest and remind me that this is <em>suppose </em>to be a knitting blog ... I have been working on this:</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234152002906196146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4f7qbmkaK_yvIjzvn_4AKC7QBHgr5W0q7_wfOeLW6rKwhs1HTBYFHXSAeZaSFqF7-CC71r2FcfqSNCdm-Ud50SNcvxoVQBAB3NDmL5lAOLCBnykKs-qaKynVK-S0KJXN8oeihx4otSl8/s400/c.jpg" border="0" />Pattern: <a href="http://www.diynetwork.com/diy/na_knitting/article/0,,DIY_14141_5489009,00.html">Basic Sock Recipe</a> by the Yarn Harlot</p><p>Yarn from <a href="http://www.sockpixie.com/newhome.html">Sockpixie</a></p><p>Size 2 needles</p><p>I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I can push this project over the finish line for the <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/groups/ravelympics-2008">Ravelympics</a> ; )</p>coolknitchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12582304786051990956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600012406210145810.post-1642308811605026192008-08-12T19:15:00.008-04:002008-08-14T22:41:37.513-04:00Showering Au Naturale<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpEoTd6-6PEVSJwkb4w5cEgGvkjCtRmjyPAi0quhsu9em7T-CbNX01jq2pud8YiZcqWyodcWMTC90u0XzrFAzDSwRfQWlBCxlkz3jNnYoBYgwc3r7NSAkIvBMopgA2LlyOSF2DGcb1a9Y/s1600-h/4bath.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233783511685504114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpEoTd6-6PEVSJwkb4w5cEgGvkjCtRmjyPAi0quhsu9em7T-CbNX01jq2pud8YiZcqWyodcWMTC90u0XzrFAzDSwRfQWlBCxlkz3jNnYoBYgwc3r7NSAkIvBMopgA2LlyOSF2DGcb1a9Y/s320/4bath.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Take one Kohler kitchen faucet;</div><br /><div>one willing volunteer to hold it into the garden;</div><br /><div>strip down to your birthday suit (keeping your crocs on of course); climb into the garden and enjoy : )</div><br /><br /><div>Au naturale - just warm water, the garden, me and my crocs ... </div><br /><div></div><br /><p></p><p></p><br /><br /><br /><div>PROGRESS PICS OF THE BATH :</div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijTvBaa_n1_tpY42xzUKYYl3ivKV_kPRiSO7aQCZvWvU2uf9yBSqJPeK1p6hrOJf8tv_Zv9_J_fc9BnYjz8Q2Uv0XGdtuQUkEwRShilccBdcvNZyoP6adEB7vIoeo5RcEdJ2Rnxm3gDVQ/s1600-h/bath.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233782072672123394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijTvBaa_n1_tpY42xzUKYYl3ivKV_kPRiSO7aQCZvWvU2uf9yBSqJPeK1p6hrOJf8tv_Zv9_J_fc9BnYjz8Q2Uv0XGdtuQUkEwRShilccBdcvNZyoP6adEB7vIoeo5RcEdJ2Rnxm3gDVQ/s320/bath.jpg" border="0" /></a> I'm told that we'll be functioning on Friday ... that remains to be seen. In the interim, I shall make the most of my showering in the garden ... and try not to think about all the dust that covers my house.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV2Yod1ScW7jenzKFZ_shTBAX3MnZKFzz7sCYuLQ1aOnV7g4am8KCymdVVsmnuB2Pj7RO5nFc69i2Eedeb8eYtxbBcmksdLi4plfzDsoGBuOvBXJ1WRXsj27NAo87vKHuSYgmWuj5i9wo/s1600-h/3bath.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233783083573551170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV2Yod1ScW7jenzKFZ_shTBAX3MnZKFzz7sCYuLQ1aOnV7g4am8KCymdVVsmnuB2Pj7RO5nFc69i2Eedeb8eYtxbBcmksdLi4plfzDsoGBuOvBXJ1WRXsj27NAo87vKHuSYgmWuj5i9wo/s320/3bath.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Stay tuned for more pics ... </div>coolknitchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12582304786051990956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600012406210145810.post-49005800916734454192008-08-11T19:09:00.016-04:002008-08-14T22:41:51.339-04:00Paying for Inconvenience<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiAvYJNagNqM9EoZN28Zn7kr_w2LlvKs0DhnGjXxrgJWhEtQKFYn3ws4hJKPCU2U4wpoMwjEJWfrtdakThOEyiiDtNuWnwzYEtEkNoifd4RqrNW7TRuQt2WPLnZl_ONM6ooXFEn10ONV4/s1600-h/bathroom+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233404187423716466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiAvYJNagNqM9EoZN28Zn7kr_w2LlvKs0DhnGjXxrgJWhEtQKFYn3ws4hJKPCU2U4wpoMwjEJWfrtdakThOEyiiDtNuWnwzYEtEkNoifd4RqrNW7TRuQt2WPLnZl_ONM6ooXFEn10ONV4/s320/bathroom+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI2p5n8LGZG9oPGEM2RjHIOgNYrIggkF1iqSqZpY6-0jJ5V7RE65uXR1YiwE5Y_C9C397oWuE2LYI1bl4xYBteVT4nKDSF3iTx7NMwaSeZJaJDjgn2ocb2ZCqNswmphw2x4qC_7y0sPZQ/s1600-h/bathroom+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233405812862835698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px" height="334" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI2p5n8LGZG9oPGEM2RjHIOgNYrIggkF1iqSqZpY6-0jJ5V7RE65uXR1YiwE5Y_C9C397oWuE2LYI1bl4xYBteVT4nKDSF3iTx7NMwaSeZJaJDjgn2ocb2ZCqNswmphw2x4qC_7y0sPZQ/s320/bathroom+005.jpg" width="240" border="0" /></a><br />Typical 1950's bath.<br /><br /><br />Note the stunning color selection ... the lovely contrast of mint chocolate chip green and black trim .... it's going to be difficult to let this go.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-wOYLRmWPKp-XCVDgOBBrhJ2d1DZssztlTwEi1lgD1UtGmG_sqEy6GD85HvGqsDF987tm7yPK0jHeHqnLnXbGUsLUu3awowydBoLcSYmwGEIiLbXsVCha2avuAKZd-_1qSNO4LiGRII/s1600-h/bathroom+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233405280832083106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-wOYLRmWPKp-XCVDgOBBrhJ2d1DZssztlTwEi1lgD1UtGmG_sqEy6GD85HvGqsDF987tm7yPK0jHeHqnLnXbGUsLUu3awowydBoLcSYmwGEIiLbXsVCha2avuAKZd-_1qSNO4LiGRII/s320/bathroom+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifq59Gy3OlJZx5Pq3eDKKMVrOKEhefiJIxwC7OQbTQl19MUxbiiD_YbuZp0YON8ZL3ky7Pmz3jWVjROOXenUDoULmTnoOmos66FpWHz8rMkTipDfP7GPjJR8FVqr5it_vP5sLbxkbcgM4/s1600-h/bathroom+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233408531311512962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifq59Gy3OlJZx5Pq3eDKKMVrOKEhefiJIxwC7OQbTQl19MUxbiiD_YbuZp0YON8ZL3ky7Pmz3jWVjROOXenUDoULmTnoOmos66FpWHz8rMkTipDfP7GPjJR8FVqr5it_vP5sLbxkbcgM4/s320/bathroom+007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Devastation and destruction began today ... along with all the chaos and inevitable hiccups that occur when you contract work to be done in your home.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Although someone looks </div><div align="center">quite happy about the soaker tub ; )</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233409405725566914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGAx9P1BrozjN12vKm94F-gZD8XQh-yzOS0Rjw4R3_R7tziGU7M8NyCP2KETdWj5iYGa9LpnQcadGBNtb93fhu93eeD6Kj6v7oVEGNymMDGQ887gA8GubtFZfNUb1uYLolespyBuqQAU8/s400/bathroom+008.jpg" border="0" />coolknitchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12582304786051990956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600012406210145810.post-87661448753120572182008-08-10T21:19:00.016-04:002008-08-14T22:40:56.683-04:00Olympic Haiku<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw1f3jya1O8z6tCuDdeFIm2B4Q7eBjUgzv7h27M2xsZX0ALxXAi3VWhgOtPB2Ng1EtR6HLhlYSXP-Rr2Nazml_J5SGWKnA3zOcT1ozOOkUkr-HqXxBpDpeH593_dyvOEaocH0LYidaEIs/s1600-h/2747858921_fbaa8de5aa_o%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233069674706106434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw1f3jya1O8z6tCuDdeFIm2B4Q7eBjUgzv7h27M2xsZX0ALxXAi3VWhgOtPB2Ng1EtR6HLhlYSXP-Rr2Nazml_J5SGWKnA3zOcT1ozOOkUkr-HqXxBpDpeH593_dyvOEaocH0LYidaEIs/s400/2747858921_fbaa8de5aa_o%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> Breathless with anticipation, </div><div>heart full of pride</div><div>I'm a medalist ; ) </div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtz3GfIMg5JFJBGfMt35szmevkImw3ipnf_joxEb4l9wW28ML8k8nx5NQddQRtChd_JCdtuuhV_5t6rkCaIEEDOYspWefXtIt6k_ZKgKinCyyKV734EC_xuF_aGsk-eNK4dDtizOQ-Gb8/s1600-h/dishcloth.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233070853348656210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtz3GfIMg5JFJBGfMt35szmevkImw3ipnf_joxEb4l9wW28ML8k8nx5NQddQRtChd_JCdtuuhV_5t6rkCaIEEDOYspWefXtIt6k_ZKgKinCyyKV734EC_xuF_aGsk-eNK4dDtizOQ-Gb8/s320/dishcloth.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div></div><br /><div></div><div><div>The finished object ...</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div></div></div></div>coolknitchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12582304786051990956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600012406210145810.post-11653273211158200642008-07-13T20:33:00.006-04:002008-07-13T21:15:04.678-04:00Double Vision<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy5CRwGKBmgXJFDTRlep7gkVyza0w3bHRLMGDG3d5esCeV2Tg377vATNH6seqVXzhGPhLzYrP9aNw7Vkik0DEHUM1NCi3DYM3SWcBZ_XQUzrtMIBJRC8K8LnMOdqVH3qh4ypc1wngLN3U/s1600-h/IMG_0865.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222665898465444690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy5CRwGKBmgXJFDTRlep7gkVyza0w3bHRLMGDG3d5esCeV2Tg377vATNH6seqVXzhGPhLzYrP9aNw7Vkik0DEHUM1NCi3DYM3SWcBZ_XQUzrtMIBJRC8K8LnMOdqVH3qh4ypc1wngLN3U/s320/IMG_0865.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Since I began knitting, I've always admired sock knitters. Truth be told, four years ago, I could not fathom why anyone would spend money on sock yarn, never mind mentioning the insane amount of time I imagined it would take to work with such teeny tiny needles. Boy ... was I ever wrong!</div><br /><div></div><div>At the urging of my terrific SIL, we took a magic loop class together. Thank you brilliant Maria , as that class was the catalyst for an entirely new knitting obsession for me. Shortly after, I discovered the amazing <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/people/melissaknits">Melissa</a>, who is the brilliant author of <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/sources/2-at-a-time-socks">2-at-a-time-socks</a>. The book is wonderful, filled with terrific patterns and step-by-step instructions. </div><br /><div></div><div>I have just casted on for <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/emilys-socks">Emily's Socks</a> today. They say that imitation is the most sincere form of flattery ! ; ) </div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div>P.S. It's Summer after all ... what flavor are you?<br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><a href="http://www.the-n.com/quizzes/quiz/3243"><img src="http://www.the-n.com/media/quiz/badges/flavor_quiz/coffee.gif" border="0" /></a>coolknitchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12582304786051990956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600012406210145810.post-31161008303213276482008-07-11T23:20:00.020-04:002008-07-14T08:42:57.989-04:00The Resignation of Private Pee-On /"Perpetual Pizza Girl"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3D5k1ODX08NbI5DtXg6xDmz-RUqvgRYlnlPNDt5LBSxLSVArxc_mbUUkTgdM065FIe40Sr7Qb1BA6LDLhIWC90qQxS2Sk6U-gfz2c68uXXXcK5hohZTFR8_8uDfPUsYg9COB7_dC0G9I/s1600-h/967775229_2a6c8c5953_m[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222305745438031522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3D5k1ODX08NbI5DtXg6xDmz-RUqvgRYlnlPNDt5LBSxLSVArxc_mbUUkTgdM065FIe40Sr7Qb1BA6LDLhIWC90qQxS2Sk6U-gfz2c68uXXXcK5hohZTFR8_8uDfPUsYg9COB7_dC0G9I/s200/967775229_2a6c8c5953_m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><div><div>Earlier today, in an surprise act, Private Pee-On gave her unexpected and abrupt resignation from the Über Elite Pool Committee (UEPC), the GOP of the MDC+ status country club to which she and her family are members. For the sake of anonymity, names have been changed to protect the guilty.<br /></div><br /><div>It is not yet confirmed, but all speculation points to the impulsive "swarm and slap down" tactic used by the Tee party, the controlling sect of UEPC, as the deciding factor in this unexpected and unforseen decision. Specific details of the execution of this tactic, are not yet known, but a reliable source has confirmed that the Queen Bee of the Tee Party demanded that Private Pee-On immediately assume the additional identity of Perpetual Pizza Girl. Reality, much like wrinkles, is non-existent to Queen Bee. When the Private politely drew attention to her concerns of not being able to give the meager free time she does have to UEPC, and upon the Private's further conveying her desire to be more in control of her personal decisions in the management of her own private time, Queen Bee demanded that she assume the responsibility of "Perpetual Pizza Girl" immediately.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Although it is a known fact that one can never climb the illusive social ladder without being stung by a Queen Bee or two, the Private, we can only assume, is highly allergic to bee stings. The Private responded to the impending doom with a polite chorus of truth ... ugly as it may be. It is said at that moment, the Private proffered her resignation ... GASP!!! ... it appears the Queen Bee has been stung!! However, a Queen will always be a Queen ... and like the true dictator that she is, she told the Private that her resignation would be accepted after she fulfilled the immediate duty of "Perpetual Pizza Girl" for today. The Queen Bee was last seen making a bee line for her golf-cart (heaven forbid she miss her scheduled court time for doubles). En route to the court, a curt email was dispensed to UEPC, informing all of the Private's resignation. No reason or detail was given. </div><div><br /></div><div>In an effort to report a fair and unbiased story, both parties were consulted for comment. When reached, the Private expressed her concerns of the possible repercussions of stinging the Queen Bee. </div><div></div><br /><div>The Queen Bee could not be reached for comment. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>coolknitchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12582304786051990956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600012406210145810.post-90232002224204183522008-07-09T21:13:00.005-04:002008-07-09T22:20:19.974-04:00Knitting Poolside ... not "socially accepted" everywhere.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV54-PzLeRrLYSWXqkApZkQmkU_f0IVfRhk_3yMX9X7A9glIysQ7_4Phi2camTXR4LmxJnoJhXoKfbd8nd9wSnOGZnEMjFW2Yt6MYwurFmWCZqGxI7dZu-zh1d0VVb-53mbvjgYhwg1Hs/s1600-h/IMG_0812.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221188156507510082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV54-PzLeRrLYSWXqkApZkQmkU_f0IVfRhk_3yMX9X7A9glIysQ7_4Phi2camTXR4LmxJnoJhXoKfbd8nd9wSnOGZnEMjFW2Yt6MYwurFmWCZqGxI7dZu-zh1d0VVb-53mbvjgYhwg1Hs/s200/IMG_0812.JPG" border="0" /></a>This is how I spend every Wednesday afternoon and Saturday morning beginning in the latter part of June through the middle of August. Lazin' in the sun ... cheering on our swim team ... and of course, knitting. Why would it seem odd that I knit at the pool? Perfect setting for it ... I'm stretched out in a lounge chair, preferably under a market umbrella, and if Mother Nature cooperates, there is even a coolness to the gentle breeze that always floats through the pool. Inviting as this sounds, my knitting never fails to invite odd looks and even stranger comments. I'll expand on this further and note that strange comments and odd looks could be explained ... possibly even justified ... if I were finishing up with work on a <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/Chatoune/hexagon-blanket">hexagon blanket</a> in July when it's a cozy 93 degrees with a dew point of 72 . However, I don't feel my work on <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/coolknitchick/twilight">twilight</a> socks is worthy of any attention. Why the odd looks and strange comments? What strikes me as odd (and infuriating) is that it is not only "socially accepted" but encouraged for "ladies" to sit together and be engage in such ridiculous discussions on pointless topics such as "how private education is far superior than public" ... or about how they couldn't buy shoes at Nordstrom's today (because they bought two pairs on Saturday and they promised their husband no shoes "today"... giggle giggle ... he didn't say that I couldn't tomorrow"). Please .... spare me ... I have a row to finish.coolknitchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12582304786051990956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600012406210145810.post-8637343059567081352008-07-08T20:53:00.006-04:002008-07-08T21:29:08.047-04:00Exaggerated Sense of Self-Worth<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyZPNd2HmNvxVOoj_tvWjMdaRzswinamxKilmgexZSniwaLkyo8NYy7ICHsvV6p9nrFa902I3g317TqDNdFgW4Qa_CJnYgJuyDHuZCYlK2Ze0mP53R3-Ev1iGzlQM7SKMOxoqrrOPDZCE/s1600-h/IMG_3624.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220813265069145074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyZPNd2HmNvxVOoj_tvWjMdaRzswinamxKilmgexZSniwaLkyo8NYy7ICHsvV6p9nrFa902I3g317TqDNdFgW4Qa_CJnYgJuyDHuZCYlK2Ze0mP53R3-Ev1iGzlQM7SKMOxoqrrOPDZCE/s400/IMG_3624.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><p>Welcome to my humble blog. I'm Christine ... I'm 41 and I'm insanely enthusiastic about knitting ... other things too, which may make their way into various post ... but I'll try to keep it to knitting. That picture says it all doesn't it? I wasn't always this obnoxious ... quite to the contrary. I was picked on in school, horribly shy, more insecure than I could ever write about and basically overwhelmed with a feeling of unworthiness. Alas, that all changed. I'll spare you the ugly details and skip to the knitting content. </p><br /><br /><p>Finished recently is Indigo Ripples II. </p><br /><br /><p>Ravelry link is <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/coolknitchick/indigo-ripples-skirt-2">here.</a></p><br /><br /><p>This is a favorite of mine ... obviously, as this is my second skirt. I love knitting in the round ... completely mindless . The pattern also offers you a great introduction to lace, which is something I've only dibbled and dabbled in (although I have bought yarn for it ... the stash is just a beast that will not be tamed!). </p>coolknitchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12582304786051990956noreply@blogger.com0