Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
I am off on a field trip tomorrow with the kids. Three hour bus ride there, three hours back. Lots of knitting time. My class is a lovely group, they require no behavior management. They like to sit low in their seats and chat with one another. Couldn't ask for a better group of kids! Though it will be a LONG day, I'm sure we will have fun and I'm actually looking forward to some knitting time. Here's to hoping that the weather holds for us; we sure have had a rainy spring season here.
Figured I'd better post to WIP Wednesday, as FO Friday would be less often. I don't seem to knock a project off the needles that quickly!
For more lovely WIPs, check these out at Tami's blog
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
While driving to work today, I realized that my coffee table, not my tote bag, contained my current knitting project. Panic set in. I made it through the day, but interestingly enough, I thought about knitting more today than I do any other day. Add to the interest factor: I knit the same amount at work today that I do every day. Which is none.
If you are a knitter, do you carry your knitting when you know you will not have knitting time? Or is it just me?
Monday, April 25, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
- Wordless, photographic post
- Video blog post
- Cartoon/sketch of an idea
- Write about a subject from a different perspective (for example, you could write about a day in the life of a knitted sock from the point of view of the sock).
- Interpretive modern dance (why does someone always suggest this?
- A poem or piece of rhyming verse
- Stop motion animation
I think that I shall never see
A yarn as lovely as on my nee(dles)
Oh Yarn! My Yarn! Our fearful sweater is done;
Our needles have weather'd the project; the prize we sought is won;
The blocking is near, the bells I hear, the knitters all exulting;
While follow eyes the steady hand, the cabling grim and daring;
But oh heart! heart! heart!
Oh the bloody dropped stitches in red,
Where on the blocking board my Sweater lies,
Frogged cold and dead.