Some censuring Readers will scornfully say, why hath this Lady writ her own life? Since none cares to know whose daughter she was or whose wife she is, or how she was bred, or what fortunes she had, or how she lived, or what humor or disposition she was of? I answer that is true, that 'tis to no purpose to the Readers, but it is to the Authoress, because I write it for my own sake, not theirs. ~Margaret Cavendish in 1655
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
So, I guess a parrot will never be in my future as a pet.
Maybe Sweetie will receive his 2007 birthday/Christmas gift by Christmas 2008. No promises though!
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
If you will be in the Jumbo, Ohio area on the 17th of July, please stop down at McDonald Grange Hall and have a bite of dinner. Freewill donation for dinner that will go towards the church's bills. A good time will be had by all. Promise. If you say otherwise, we'll sick God and Jesus on 'ya. (Ok, probably not, but you never know what little old ladies will do next.)
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
I knitted 8 rows of straight knitting. Everything was nice and even, gage was happening. Life was good.
I started the pattern. The first row went off without a hitch. Life was getting better. I thought to myself, "This isn't so hard! I have no clue what other knitters are kavitching about. I don't need to put in a ripline!!! I'm good."
Isn't karma a bitch?
The second row ended up with one too many stitches. Never fear! Super knitter is here!!! I will figure out the problem in the next row and fix it as I knit.
The third row ended with one too many stitches. My bubble burst. Only three rows into the pattern and I'm a stitch over on two of those rows. Curses!!!!
I took a deep breath. Cursed a blue streak. Then I calmly took the entire thing off the needle and frogged it back to the start.
And thus the reason riplines were created. Lesson learned for today.