Long Overdue Pics

Margaux's Hat is finally ready to show off (though in real life, still have a few ends to weave in). La Petite Soeur means "the little sister" and will match her "big" sister Miri's shirt. Though it looks very orange in the picture, the hat is actually a pale coral pink. I'm currently finishing stuffing and putting together her little matching stuffed bunny. She will be one lucky, coordinated little angel.

Hyeran's Noro Silk Garden Beanie. Of course, now that spring has come, she'll probably have to wait til next fall/winter to use it. Sigh. Typical of me. Procastination, they middle name is... er, my middle name is... eegad, you know what I mean.

Licorice stuffed bunny is on hold on my 6 dpns while I frantically work to knit a pair of socks in 3 days, in time for Beth's birthday on Friday. And Dad is pestering me to "get going!" on my housework. Sigh. A knitter's time is never her own (thank heavens I can knit at work).

I Want That!

Is this little guy not the cutest, ever? I have been busy shopping online, looking for yarn with which to "clone" my two buns with this pattern. I might even be persuaded to make one in grey for Patricia. Her Smokey is definitely a cuddle bun, but sometimes it's nice to have a "spare" to cuddle who won't get moody and run away (or demand a pile of raisins as a bribe!)

But first, little Margaux's baby pink bunny stuffie... Body is done, both arms are done, and one leg is only a few rows away. Must go buy stuffing for it today so I can start the head. I will post pics of it and her matching baby hat later today/tomorrow as soon as the camera batteries are charged up.

G'day!

My Mastercard Commercial

Dinner with Dad--$30; Extra gas for taking his "shortcuts"--$10; looking pathetic and getting him to buy me 3 books of my choice--PRICELESS.

I try to refrain from teasing my dear friend Patricia who enjoys reading books about knitting more than she enjoys knitting. Me, I read only what I have to, so I can get to the actual knitting part. Call me excessively result driven, but I don't enjoy the mechanics of figuring out patterns. Probably because I'm not yet a true intermediate knitter, with enough knowledge under my belt to combat my fear of the "what the heck does that mean? Oh crap, I better pick something else to do."

So how do I explain buying a knitting book without any patterns?

Can I whine and say Patricia's been after me to read this forever?

Ok, ok, I've fallen under the Pearl-McPhee sway. She's funny, she's useful, and she reminds me that though I think I am the only knitter in a 200 mile radius--I'm not. Lots of people are yarn-a-holics. We just try to keep that fact hidden. And that's not so bad. Now if only the book will share some tips for foisting off more of my knitting on hapless friends (insert EVIL LAUGH here).

Now that I have had the book for all of 3 hours, I have already forced my poor co-worker--a guy, who does not knit or have any desire to learn to knit--to listen to me read far too many pages of this book aloud. He passed the polite laughing stage about 4 exerpts ago and I think, in the interest of my own continued health and employment, should put the book down now.

I will leave you with an exerpt (you think John should be the only one to suffer?):

"if you have to share space with a non-knitter, it's important to fully discover his or her hobbies. You're going to need ammunition when he or she finds out about the little accident you had when the yarn factory had a close-out sale." --- pg. 28

So true.

Queen Bee's (scary) New Antics

My beloved Bossy Doe never seeks to amaze and, occasionally, frighten me. She and Peter, my Dad's little lop, have been carrying on a subtle war of intimidation for a week now, mostly through the closed sliding glass doors to the porch. Today, the doors were open but territorial division was safely maintained by a wire mesh grill. So the subtle war lost a lot of its subtlety.

I have been talking to each bun about their relationship, hoping to have some effect. I had just finished explaining to Pete that he didn't have to join the Queen Bee's harem, but he should at least show respect. She is, after all, capable of ripping his cute little ears off if he thumbs his nose at her once too often (theoretically anyway). Perhaps this show of solidarity with Star was a mistake. Right after I said this, I noticed a big spider crawling up the edge of the glass door, 2 feet from Star's nose. I didn't even have time to screech and jump back. Ms. Bossy Doe stretches her neck, lick lick lick, as dainty as you please, and Big Bad Spider goes down the hatch into the bunny tummy.

I was stunned. Pete was stunned. Pete immediately retreated to his nap spot. Star just looked at me as if to say, "Well then, point taken."

Gah! She's so cute and adorably cuddly and has me totally wrapped around her paw. Has she been watching too much Sopranos? Nope. This is who she is. She turns me into a puddle of lovey goo one moment then cold bloodedly murders innocent bugs the next. Just so we don't forget how far she will go to keep her position as Queen Bee.

Ah well. I hate spiders anyway.