Sunday, July 30, 2006

Sick Babies

There's nothing worse than sick babies.

Yes there is. Sick and teething toddlerette. My poor babies. They both have severe colds with fever (Yes, we've been to the doctor today) and Sarah's got a 2yr molar coming in.

And I'm out of cat food. Great. Just skippy dippy frickin great.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

This kid has taste.

I'm knitting along on a piece of lace with Artyarns Ultramerino 4 in color 132.

Pookiebear crawls up into my lap and starts petting the butterfly yarn cake and says, "Mama, it's sooooo beautiful," in a longing voice.

So you know I'm going to end up knitting something for this kid in Supermerino by the end of the year..... probably a cardigan. I'm sold. Cute voice always trumps mommy's sanity.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

As the Stash Grows....

My stash is growing. It has almost filled its pathetic little bookshelf!

First up is stuff from France via Mary,Mary.

The gold is Anny Blatt Kanpur.... as in, kanpurrrrrrrrrrrrr.... pure silk.

The burgundy is Bouton D'Or Merinosoie and it's MINE, ALL MINE!!!!!

Next up is a trade I did for some editions of ReadyMade (thanks Brady and Sunny!). Lots of sock yarn and 3 skeins of laceweight (1 of the skeins of Shimmer is already on the needles). Clockwise from center left:

Shimmer, Flower Garden
Alpaca Cloud, Iris
Sock Garden, Hydrangea
Sock Garden, Stargazer Lily
Sock Garden, Geranium
Sock Memories, Grandma
Sock Landscape, Rocky Mountain Dusk

Brady and Sunny get first pick for Christmas socks.

Listen Up!

This is a Public Service Announcement to all of my friends, family, and acquaintances.

I am a very, very busy lady. This means that if I acknowledge your existence in any way, shape, or form, you fit the very definition of "extremely admired and loved by Robin." If I hang out with you at least once a week, you go up into the category of "cool as shit." (Don't worry, Mom. You're cool as shit, too. Gas is just too $$ for me to go see you every week.)

I'm also a bit over-protective of my friends. Which means if you talk bad about one of my friends, we will be having a come-to-Jesus meeting.

So here's the crux of the problem. If you fit into one of the two above categories and you dare to belittle yourself, we're going to have a fight. A big fight. Therefore, don't pull that shit with me. I love you guys and gals. Don't make me hurt you.

Just so you don't think I'm a total meanie, I do understand venting and worrying. That's not what I'm referring to. I don't care if you say, "I feel like a poopie-head today," "I am a poopie-head today," or "I'm sorry if I was a poopie-head yesterday." That's fine. Just none of this, "You think I'm a poopie-head," or "I know I'm just an old poopie-head [in general]." (Not that any of my friends actually use the word "poopie-head." I'm just trying to keep the illustration semi-clean here.)

Last, but certainly not least, if you think this post is about you, do not get your panties in a wad. If we've had a C-T-J meeting within the last 48 hours, you and I are cool. There's just been a rash of this crap going around (from me included *sheepish*) and I am freaking sick and tired of it.

And remember, this crap wouldn't bother me at all if I didn't love you occasionally-aggravating people so gosh-darn much.

PSA over. Returning to local programming....

Monday, July 10, 2006

Hey, Hey, Ms Renee!

This is a preview of the yummy thrummy yarn I was telling you about yesterday.

Do you like it?

In March of 2003, my mother and I took a natural dyeing class and came home with lots and lots of 1yd samples of the different colors one could get with different mordants and dyes. The silverfish got to the cards, so I just pulled all the yarn off of the cards and started plying it together.

I think it would make a nice scarf, but I'll wait for Ms Renee to make that determination. ;)

Friday, July 07, 2006

I can't complain...

about my husband.

You see, last year we BOTH forgot our third anniversary. By "forgot" I mean we fought like Kilkenny cats and then remembered 2 days later.

But this year, the man remembered.... and OH, he remembered....

He got us [highly sought after] alcove reservations at the European Bistro, my favorite restaurant (Eastern European). Bear in mind that reserving the alcove involves a surcharge (I didn't ask) that gets the recipient an "occasion banner" on the table, use of the antique table, chairs, gold-plated tableware, a bouquet of roses, and a bottle of Torley (Hungarian sparkling wine -- it's good!).

We had fun. I had the Samosas, Beet Salad, Czech Pork Roast, and Black Forest Torte. As you can tell in the picture, that was the first time I had been drunkish in 3 years. Don't worry, the baby was on formula that night -- cause I can't pump and Anni serves a loooooong meal.

Juanita, Juanita

I love Muench BigBaby, although I've decided it's probably one of the world's hardest-to-find superchunky yarns on the internet (in the Baby Blue Jeans colorway, that is).

My grandmother-in-law, the famed Juanita, wants a blue sweater, because her favorite color is blue. Actually, she wants a blue sweater and a matching one for her yorkiehuahua, but I haven't gone THERE yet. So, I promptly found ye olde beautiful washable supersoft acrylic and bought 14 skeins of it.... and hated every single gosh-darned polar weight pattern I ever came across. Since I was test-knitting something for Ana (do we see a trend here?) in Entrelac, I thought, "Ooh, how fun!" and came up with this:

Why, yes, I AM standing on the bed!

Hulk Hand

There is a certain realization that one comes to after so many years.

Bruce Banner was not affected by radiation.

He dyed wool.

That's AFTER I washed it.

How do I know this, you ask? Well, you see, Richard is growing into his big sister's wool soakers and they happen to be an orangey-shade of variegated pink (otherwise known as "strawberry-mango" in the kool-aid world). So, I decided that overdyeing them green would be a success. It was. It successfully dyed my hand a brilliant shade of Incredible Hulk green. "YOU WEREN'T WEARING GLOVES????" you ask? No, I was not wearing gloves and I will never wear gloves with kool-aid or food dye (which this was -- McCormick's to be exact) because I am latex allergic and too cheap to pay the premium for non-latex gloves just for non-toxic dyeing.

By the way, the shorts are beautiful, but no pictures yet. They're still HOT in the microwave.