Seventeen Seventy Knits
Can you believe that its already the Fourth of July weekend? Every year as we toast our first hot dog, my mother says, "Well, you'll turn around and it will be Labor Day before we know it!" Ain't that the truth.
If you get a chance this weekend, go see the new Sandler flick, "CLICK" It's all about slowing down, being present, celebrating all the mundane things that happen every day.
So, this weekend - enjoy a burger, mow the lawn, curl up in the lounge chair with that second sock you 've been meaning to finish. Start knitting for Christmas.
I'll be making GTK Kits - about 1776 of 'em.
Happy Fourth.



Call me crazy. Call me impulsive. Call me an ambulance. I've just gone and signed up to have a Gettin Knit Together/Knit and Plenty booth at the Knit and Crochet Show that's being held at the Valley Forge Convention Center in mid-July! It's a 4 day event, filled with tons of classes - and the Marketplace. Looks like there's about 60 - 70 cool vendors - and now ME. They say about 3000 of us fiber folk attend the show - plus now that you know about it, I'm sure you'll be changing all your summer plans to high tail it to Valley Forge. Hey, there's lots of history there, and Sesame Place, and now ME.
Beautiful, Too went off to summer camp on Sunday. She's been going for years but this time she's going to be a counselor-in-training. This camp is right out of the movies, like the Parent Trap. When I was a kid, I wanted to be Hayley Mills. but I was too afraid to go to sleep-away camp. I was the kid that couldn't get through a sleepover without going home at 1 a.m. And besides, there were bugs and spiders at camp - and my mother was quick to point out, "YOU'D GET EATEN ALIVE!" Not bit. Not stung. EATEN ALIVE. It went along with hearing "YOU'RE GONNA KILL YOUSELF" if I went on the playground monkey bars- or "YOU"LL FREEZE TO DEATH" if I went out without a coat.
With all the goings-on lately, I have had so little time to knit, so I was delighted to get together with the girls of Saturday Knit Live over at
one sleeve almost done. She took a finishing lesson from our friend Adelaide in Barnstable, MA and we can't wait to see her put what she learned into action.
Champagne. Cash. Men in Uniform. As we learned from your comments in my last posting, it's good to know that we'll stop knitting for something! I had to stop knitting this weekend to pick up Purl's new supa fine ride. Isn't she a doozy??
I have to say that I was really surprised that yesterday's impromptu sex survey seemed to indicate that more knitters prefer to knit than have sex. Personally, I want the sex, as long as I know that I can have some post coital stockinette. Sort of like smoking afterwards.
Today, scientists announced that stress can cause infertility in woman. Women with hectic jobs are most at risk, they say. They say it has something to do with the production of the Cortisol hormone.
Don't be frightened. This isn't a picture of the spawning of the eggs of some new sea creatures. Look closer and you'll see, it's just a box of Knit and Plenty tape measures. 1000 of them, actually. Which for me, is pretty terrifying. I have to say that they really do add even more fun and practicality to the Gettin' Knit Together Kit.
I did. I plum forgot to write. It's late on Monday, and yeah, it's been a hell of a day. Actually, a hell of a few days. Computer virus that lost about 25% of all my files and required re-installing all my software. (Please do your back-ups). Laryngitis. (Had no voice for four days.)Next, my daughter's 1994 Chevy Blazer needed $750 worth of repairs, before it crapped out all together - putting her without a car for the summer. Then realizing that she has to have a car, and that I am going to have to solve THAT problem. Then a ceiling light totally fell out of the ceiling - and oh, my youngest cat (Dewey) had a $600 vet bill, - and of course, its only about three and 1/2 weeks since my surgery. So all and all, its been a hectic few days, and I haven't picked up a knitting needle all weekend, and I absolutely forgot to blog.
I couldn't resist nabbing (and sharing) this little cartoon. It seems to say to me what my mother always said, "For every pot, there's a cover." It was her way of saying that people find each other, and that in some way, they are made for each other. Being recently single (again) after a really nice 5 year relationship which ended amicably (so far), I've decided to put the whole pot/cover/relationship thing on the back burner.
