the quacking fiber addict

To momentarily distract myself, you, and the Powers That Be, I present two recent photos my sister sent me of baby T and little D:


Let it not be said that I am competitive or anything, but clearly my niece is The Cutest Niece there is, Franklin. Yes, yours is adorable, but mine wins the Supernaturally Cute Prize:


Moving on.

My sister also mentioned that baby T is talking (well, four words) and working on standing. I'm kinda at a loss, because I clearly remember this time last year I was working on the minty baby set and furiously trying to figure out how best to make a cradle blankie. When they say time flies, they certainly aren't joking.

Other news? We finally got a truck for Friday. Ugh. We (Dad and I) spent over an hour in the U-Haul office yesterday trying to rent a truck. Talk about unmitigated hell. No A/C and a line that went off onto the horizon. I finally escaped the press to sit elsewhere and knit.

After that was a doctor's appointment that pronounced me in the clear (UTI gone, yay), craft supply shopping, and the dreaded Summer Clothing Shopping Expedition. Worst of all, it was done with my father. Men and shopping are like oil and water. Oy.

In the end, out of sheer desperation, I bought 3 pairs of Wrangler's Men's cargo shorts (yes, Men's), because:

1. they were not jeans that resembled underwear in both cut and fit
2. nor were they 'capris' that claimed to hit me just below my knees - for the record, said 'capris' hit my ankles
3. they do not contain a single mircon of spandex nor are they adorned with tags screaming 'STRETCH' (plastic-infused pants, just what I want for summer!)
4. they came in my size - for some reason all the women's shorts in my size (that were all-cotton, anyway) were sold out
5. and, ha, they actually fit me though the hips - now there's a strange concept, isn't it, girls?

Hmph. I now look like should be on a safari or hiking in the Sierra's, but I'll take what I can get.

And, lastly, also in relation to the fit of the shorts - I've lost weight. Not much, but again, I'll take what I can get. To be perfectly honest, while I've been trying to eat healthier food and exercise more, I keep forgetting to get on a scale to check my (slow) progress. So, as of today, I have another 3 lbs to add to the total lost tally. Let joy be unbounded.

I need to get some sleep now, we're packing up the last of the 'main' rooms tomorrow - the kitchen and bathrooms, as well as my own remaining items that aren't boxed up. We're so close to being done with this move.

Now there's a cheering thought - after Friday, no more packing. Just unpacking. And with that happy thought, I think I will retire.

Labels: baby T, little D, The Move, Weight Loss Challenge

I look like a chipmunk with mumps, but all is well. Thank you, everyone, for your well wishes and kind words. I really, really wish I could just eat solid food, right now.

Otherwise? Not too bad. Even better news... actually, I have a lot. First, I received two images from my sister of baby T in her new sweater, the prototype wraplan - making it an official FO:


I'm definitely going to have to change the pattern - the button band was completely wonky and the edge kept curling (despite ribbing), but it looks cuter than a bug's ear. Project specs:

• The pattern: my own
• Knitting start date: I have no idea. December-ish, 2006?
  
• Finish date: March 25, 2007
  
• The yarn: Jo-Ann's Bellezza "Smania" (which, incidentally, I do NOT recommend)
  
• The needles: US 5's Denise needles
  
• The size: 12 month old, 24" (ish)
  
• Knitting techniques: continental, flat body, DPN sleeves, intarsia for baseball-sleeves.
  

And the other good news? Sheila, kind soul at Journey Wheel, contacted me to let me know that one of their customers is selling her DT Journey Wheel (w/ case and extra bobbins) for much, much less that I'm scheduled to pay for the new one. She offered to have Jonathan look it over and fix it up for me, before sending it over - IF I want it.

Of course I want it! Hopefully, I'll actually get it. How cool is that? I love these people, they're very friendly and trying so hard to help me (and all their customers) out.

And that is all. Now we're set to go and watch a movie, while my face swells even more. I should get a picture of this. Give everyone over the nets a laugh.

Labels: baby T, finished object, knitting, The Move, wraplan

They AREN'T in the basement cupboard, I'm certain of it. My father MUST be lying (or demented). *snarl* I'll confront him on it tomorrow.

So, sorry, no pix of Maura's package :( Nor of my progress on the knitting front, but I can detail what I have being up to, and where I am:

• past the heel and onto the instep of the first of little D's spox (royal blue cotton)
  
• finished the 4th border repeat of Vivaldi
• an inch past the last instep decreases on Monkey
• finished the sleeve pattern for the Peacock pullover, knit one, BO it off and tested it against the back - and IT FITS! I actually managed to come up with a sleeve cap and shoulder that fit together!!
• and, in spinning, I've started on the 2 oz of Chasing Rainbows merino/cashmere in 'hyacinth". It's lace-weight. I have no idea what I'll knit with it once it's plied with the matching silk/ cashmere. It's probably destined to become "core stash", in all honesty.
  

I also have a picture of baby T my sister sent me, to make up for my lack of progress documentary evidence:



I also had another book idea at around 4 am (couldn't sleep, terrible insomnia). I have to call the Peace Corps in the morning. Mum and Dad have decided to call the Peace Corps' bluff. They want assurances that I am practically accepted, before they dish out the 5 grand to have my wisdom teeth pulled out. Otherwise, it ain't happening.

Joy.

This might explain why I'm so tense. Cross your fingers for me...

Labels: baby T, designing, knitting

I've been in one of my "low" periods the past couple of days. Ever since talking to the Peace Corps dentist, if I try and pinpoint it. I'm feeling better now, and finally forced myself to tackle my inbox. I'm sorry if I'm a bit late replying to a message you sent, but I promise to respond soon.

Things to cheer me up? Maura sent me a really sweet and considerate "thank you" package. Including her papier-mâché ducky, to guard my stash. I'll post pix once I find the bloody AA batteries that the males have hidden from me (they have, I swear it's so, no matter how much they deny it).




And, no, I am not biased. The picture clearly speaks for itself. Duh.

Bad news? Well, no, not bad. Just exhausting, really. I feel like sharing this because of CrazyAuntPurl's post. I was dragged from my room last night by my little brother (who now towers over me, has a beard and grer hair) whilst he had the mental breakdown of the century. He had not only stopped up the toilet but it was overflowing (oh, yes, having an autistic sibling is a joy to behold) and a small lake was forming in the bathroom - and slowly spreading towards our oak floors.

Joy.

He (being OCD about cleanliness) was freaking out worse than I do when faced with spiders. So, I sent him off to find some mythical rags (which were in the wash, not under the sink, snerk) whilst I got to cleaning up the mess. I bleached every single surface I could and got the bathroom clean and dry and smelling normal again and everything.

I made him shower, I showered, and all was declared good and fine. He retreated to his room.

But, hahaha (snerk), he still won't use that bathroom now. Won't even step in there.

Fabulous. He'd taken to using Mum's and Dad's, but they're back from Olympia now. I told Dad about this and he just sighed.

Yep. That's my response, too.

Labels: baby T, depression, family

“Children are the hands by which we take hold of heaven.”
Henry Ward Beecher

I am so sleepy. I meant to write a nice, long, post to make up for my paltry updates lately. To make up for my incoherency, I come bearing pictures (I actually managed to get pictures from my digicam to the desktop). First of all, a picture of me and baby T literally 5 minutes before we left to get me on my plane:


And, here is a picture of Boston Harbor (WA) on the Peninsula. Right before sunset, ahhh, salt water:


And here's the hat and wrist warmers I knit for Mum, using Malabrigo kettle-dyed merino yarn:


They took me all of, maybe, 6 hours of knitting. I love quick knits. They're very soft, and cheered Mum up considerably (major achievement, all things considered).

In other news, I mailed my Hogwarts Houses Swap parcel to my partner today. It should arrive in two days. Hopefully, my partner won't think I'm a total freak since I got a little too into the Wizarding spirit. It was too much fun not to.

In Knitting News, I have 3 inches on my silk pullover. I'm going to rip out my socks for the third time. I'm thinking of ripping the original La Primavera stole. I don't have enough of the yarn, so I'm going to try again with my new Lorna's Laces Helen.

And, err, I've forgotten everything else. Something to do with the new Colbert ice cream? Hrm. Ahwell. I'll try again tomorrow. Night night.

Labels: baby T, finished object, travel

“Happiness, that grand mistress of the ceremonies in the dance of life, impels us through all its mazes and meanderings, but leads none of us by the same route.”
Charles Caleb Colton

I was awoken bright and early this morning by the cleaners arriving to scour the house (A and K engaged a company while A was pregnant). I dressed in a hurry and helped keep baby T occupied for the duration:


Then, once she was down for her nap, we returned to the cleaner living room whereupon I noticed that A was wearing the socks I finished for her last night. I demanded a photograph:

Project specs:
Yarn: Knit Picks Dancing in Jig
Pattern: ... what pattern?
Gauge: 8 sts per inch
Date started: January 7, 2007
Date finished: February 25, 2007

After a whole bunch of errands (done after baby T woke up) (and, OMG, the staff at that Thai restaurant were so funny, we're amazed the chef didn't come out to play with baby T), A and I sat down for a knitting lesson at Starbucks, during little D's piano lesson. We didn't get very far because this one:


proceeded to fall apart whenever A picked up her needles. Coincidence? We thought not. Whatever the reason, we didn't get past the cast on stage. I think I'm going to try again in a bit. I had to lay down once we got back because I was on the cusp of a migraine (was seeing auras).

So, that's it. More tomorrow. I have a sock pattern to try out.

Labels: baby T, finished object, knitting, socks, travel

“The road to hell is paved with works-in-progress.”
Philippe de Commines

I am surely going to hell for this 'un. Bringing children's stories into it probably has reserved me a place in Hell's 7th circle. Ah, well. Couldn't resist.

Moving on. Tonight's quote was actually supposed to be something else (from Dante), but I came across the above and couldn't have stopped myself even had I wanted to.

Right. Haven't really blogged in a while. I was feeling decidedly peaky there. Still am, but have been getting closer and closer to a full night's rest everyday. I even managed to go to Costco with Dad today before collapsing. I was woken when my sister called.

For the past couple of days she's been worried about me being on my own in their house. When I arrive on the 21st, she and K and the kids will be in NYC. Thus, her FIL will be picking me up at the station and dropping me off at their house to be by my lonesome for 3 days. Since I can't drive (ha, don't get me started on that) and the public transit system down there is a mystery, she's understandably worried that I'll go mad with boredom.

Hahaha. I looked up her address on Google Maps today and searched her general location for "knit". Hahaha. She's 1.5 mi from, not one, but TWO knitting shop's that are across the street from one another. (there is a G-d, and this is proof)

And she thinks I'll get bored.

1.5 mi? That's a cakewalk. That's how far TKS is from me and I walk it all the time.

I also found out that one of the yarn shops has Cherry Tree Hill Yarns and just got in Fleece Artists sock yarns. Oh, yeah. I'll be fiiiine. I should leave them a note in case they get back one night and I'm still gone, "At the LYS, have yarn, call my cell."

And, I actually have some spending cash now that the furniture are gone. Wow. I put up 3 pieces on Craigslist and 48 hours later they were all gone. All within an hour, too. Dad and I just sort of stared at each other and went, "Did that just happen?"

Which makes the house even more charmingly ghettolicious. When all of our space-consuming antique pieces were carted off, we mysteriously had an empty living room. So, Dad improvised. He, honest to goodness, pulled out some of our camping chairs (I protested and was overruled). See the photograph below for proof of our undeniable crackertasticness.


Baby T's little wraplan on a pillow on, oh-yeah-baby, a neon-blue fold-up vinyl chair (we have another in neon-green next to my spinning wheel). It doesn't get much tackier than that. Well, actually, it does. Since Dad won't take the plastic wrap off the legs and I can't be bothered.

Wow, we are the White Trash of Eugene.

Fabulous.

Labels: baby T, The Move

Tender-handed stroke a nettle,
And it stings you for your pains;
Grasp it like a man of mettle,
And it soft as silk remains.
Aaron Hill

My order of banana silk arrived today! TheBon and I each ordered 8 oz last week. It's very fluffy, silky, and tangled (like every other type of "silk" I've worked with). But, in the spirit of experimentation (Bon and I have agreed to meet and discuss possibilities before diving into the stuff) I tried carding just a little bit of it:


In other news, D and I met for the first Corset-A-Long date this afternoon. We both forgot our books (Corsets and Crinolines), and I left one of my corsets at home along with a pattern piece. So clever, I know. Right now we're working on the details of a group order of coutille, boning, and other corsetry bits. And, because we really don't have enough to do (hahaha), we're talking about starting a Cotehardie-A-Long.

This evening I finally got the tickets for my visit down to the Bay Area. In honour of this momentous achievement (seriously, it's taken over 2 weeks of struggle here), I'm putting up another picture of my niece, baby T, quite arguably the cutest baby ever, in the history of bipedals:


I also managed to ship my MYB parcel to varandra today. It's due to arrive in Sweden in 4 - 7 days. Right-O. Since my Tea Time Swap parcel still hasn't arrived, I'm not sure I trust the national mail service right now.

Final note: ouch.

Labels: baby T, banana silk, corset-a-long

“Five exclamation marks, the sure sign of an insane mind.”
Terry Pratchett

I just got the cutest little movie of my niece, Baby T, in the minty sweater and booties I knit for her!


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OMG, *running around squeeing*, I have to go and make that little romper for her!!

I have to go get my tickets!!!

(I also have to report that I walked 2 mi yesterday, made progress on the socks for A, embroidered a letter on "that Judaica thing", and made more doctor's appointments for the PC eval than I can count)

Labels: baby T

For Satan finds some mischief still,
For idle hands to do
Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

It started with Clash of the Titans. Then Gladiator (which, admittedly, wasn't too bad). Then Troy. Alexander. And, now?

The worst yet: 300. I DARE you to watch the preview.

As a Classicist I both cringed and shrieked with laughter. While I'll admit Elephants were used in battle by many of the ancient African and Asiatic countries, I've never run across a reference to Battle Rhynoceroi. If you do find one (in Greek, Latin, Aramaic/Hebrew, French, Spanish or Italian), please let me know. Hell, if you find it in Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics, I've got a dictionary and grammar book somewhere around here... And I know someone who speaks Sanskrit, too.

Anyway.

Not much progress has been made today on my knits or handspinning. I've fallen prey to the reading bug, finally. For the past year I have dispaired that I might have actually lost my love of the written word. I did love everything I learned in Uni, and I value all my various references - but I've been battling a reading lethargy for some time. Certain books, usually ones I'd read more than once, I would pick up and randomly read for a chapter or two. But, that seemed to be the limit of my interest for a while.

Well, that changed today.

I actually found a copy of No Idle Hands: A Social History of American Knittingat the EPL today and literally snatched it up. I'm to page a hundred-and-something and am still completely fascinated (something that hasn't happened in a while, alas). The various historical references to Martha Washington (and other Generals' wives) knitting for the Revolutionary Army were fantastic.

Once I finish it, I'm going to try and read my A History of Homespun again (I've used it as a reference more times than I can count, but have never read it all). I also need to finish the second half of A History of Handknitting (technically I've read it all, just not for pleasure - which means it just doesn't count in my weird little world).

But, to make up for this lack of knitting progress or pretty pictures of lovely yarns and fleeces, I come bearing another baby picture. Couldn't you just plotz? (see how I work in new Yiddish vocabularly?). Here's my sister and her daughter, baby T:


A parting note - I did make some progress on the Wacky Ducky contest prizes today - I found the perfect yarn for Crimson. I'm gonna try and ship all the prizes out by the end of the week. Scout's honour. I also promised someone(?) (remind me if you know who) that I'd set up an actual Wacky Ducky Contest page somewhere. Likely wordpress. Which, uh, I need to finish transferring to.

Maybe I should write it on the back of my hand...

Labels: baby T

I reject your reality and substitute my own.
Adam Savage (Mythbusters)
and
plotz
verb
- to fall apart or down from a strong emotion, such as frustration or annoyance
Etymology: Yiddish. platsen

Even I mocked myself tonight when I skeined this:


See, the yarn above is my reject yarn. I pulled it from my lace Karaoke "Mermaid" stock, because it was too thick. Yeeaah. In retrospect, maybe I misjudged it's thickness.

Just a bit.

Anyway. I have confirmed a suspicion I have long held about myself. I do, indeed, do my best work when it's for someone else. I dyed yarn for Maura the other night and have been doing my best not to stuff it back into my stash. Tonight, I spun yarn for Tamara that I... I'm having moral compunctions about. I want it. But, it's for Tamara. So, to ensure my good behavior, I'm posting a teaser pic - that way we'll all know if I send her something else...


Two episodes of The X-Files helped me a bit. I also cast on and got several inches done on L's surprise during another episode. Hopefully, I'll get it done to send in time for Christmas. The mystery Judaica item is coming along. The "body" is a third done. I think I may just manage to finish it by the 21st.

Maybe.

Anything's possible, right?

...

Moving on. Clapotis sings its siren song constantly, and I am not immune. After several hours of knitting this afternoon (and evening) I'm officially 1/2 done. And that time estimate also includes all the petting time I gave myself to stroke the finished half.

I visited my psychologist today. My clinical depression was only worsened by the fact that I have gained 20 pounds in a month and a half (dating exactly to my medication change-over). Now, I admit that I have always been a bit on the zoftig side, but this is just unacceptable. So, medication change is in the works, light therapy has been ordered, and I need to actually make myself get out of bed (or off of my chair knitting) and get some bloody exercise.

I'm also going to have to stop baking, which is just tragic during the holidays. Tho, if I make things my brother loves, they're usually gone before I get a serving. (I made 6 banana bread mini loaves last night - all but one are gone, and I didn't eat them. Dad claims to have seen my brother walking off with entire loaves several times this afternoon)

But, to cheer myself up, I bear baby pictures of baby T! Dad actually giggles (it's kinda creepy actually) every time he sees one of these...



Now, don't you want to coo and speak gibberish in baby talk?

Me too.

A final note: I have 16 spinners signed up for the Winter Handspun Swap!! That's 4 more than the last time, and there's still 4 days left.

Labels: baby T

My niece has a name! (I finally gave into the urge to call my sis this morning)

Te(a)gan- "good-looking", Irish. I'm not certain (yet) if they're using the traditional spelling or not...

A, my sis, said the name "just fit". She sounded so happy when I talked to her this morning. It's so wonderful. I know she's wanted a daughter for a while. She even said that she "wouldn't mind" pink baby clothes. I'm not certain if that was the exhaustion talking. It turns out, now that we have the info first-hand (not thru a 3rd party) that baby T was 7lbs, 4 oz and 19(!) inches long!! Eep. Poor A. She had a time with delivery.

Everyone, but Mum and I, hate the baby's new name - but, pshaw! I like it. It's a great name.

So, yay! Much rejoicing on this end. We're talking about all coming down to visit around Sept 15. Even more rejoicing - that means I have more time to finish the blanky, start a baby blanky, and work on little gifts.

Yay, all around.

Anyway, Opus is in town and will (hopefully) be picking me up in 45 mins. This is turning out to be a pretty cool day...

Labels: baby T

I was going to whine about the terrible time I had during my CT scan today (32oz of iodine to drink, bleh!) and 4 stabs (hahaha) at getting an IV to start aren't my idea of fun. Ever. But, then, look at what I found in my inbox!! Piccies of my sister, veryvery pregant! I hope she doesn't kill me, but I had to share them, they're simply lovely...



Isn't D too cute for words?? I really need to finish his darn blanky... I've got the yarn out and everything... Badbadme. And here's A and her partner K - I wonder if A is having all the sympathy problems pregnant women usually get? Dr W was joking about her husband during my appointment (she's ALSO 8 Mo along...). I'm surrounded by pregnant women...



So, that completely made up for the horrors of this afternoon. For me, anyway. In other news, I have discovered Library Thing and it's coolness. Also, I picked up 4 balls of Sugar'n'Creme cotton to make some washcloths. I never thought it'd happen (I'd sworn off of knitting squares after the Guild's afghan) but I want to knit something completely and utterly brainless.

I need to eat dinner...

Labels: baby T

Cuz, I wouldn't have had a day like this, otherwise. "Mental health vaycay" doesn't even cover it! This is going to be a long post, I want to savor this for a bit :D

I woke up before 7 am. For the average college student, 7 am doesn't exist except as a punishment or character-building exercise - and I am not any different. Needless to say, I was cranky as I got around this morning, expecting today to suck monumentally.

But, it didn't. Life can be what you make it, I guess. So, I caught a way early bus to campus, and went to the student post office - which was EMPTY for once! OMG, the shock nearly killed me ;)

So, I mailed Crimson's "reward" and an ebay package (mwahahaha! but forgot to include my notes, oh well).

Then, I grabbed breakfast and sat for a half hour, listening to Bach and watching the squirrells chase each other across campus. I keep forgetting to mention this, but the UO has the most impressive (i.e. pretty) campus I've even been on - and I've toured Ivies, guys.

So, I decided to take a pic of one of the many lawn nooks there are:


If you're ever in Eugene and want to see pretty green things, visit the UO Campus. We're known for it. We even have an arborial tour, and stuff. I just like wandering campus in my off-hours to unwind. And the "wildlife" are tamer than housecats - feed a duck!

Anyway. After that, I aced my Ling test (first in a long time) and went to the Bookstore to grab lunch. This was, well, a bad idea (when it comes to budgeting) but a good idea when it comes to personal library improvement. Since the prepacked food thingies weren't ready yet, I went upstairs to puruse the bookstore's usually tiny knitting shelf. Shelf.

Well, it used to be a shelf - which it shared with the crochet and quilting books. Not anymore. This was my downfall. It now was it's own section. There were shelves of knitting books. And nary a "Stitch'n'Bitch" or "Knitting for Dummies" in sight (praise the knitting g-ddess!).

Seriously. I saw books I hadn't been able to get my hands on for weeks, or ever - and I had a credit card. What did I do? Because I lack any form of self-control when stressed, I bought these:


The "Vogue Knitting Stitchionary" and the Yarn Harlot's "Knitting Rules".

I totally, and completely, endorse these two books. If you don't own them, buy them! The Harlot is, as ever, a great read. But, the Vogue, is just amazing. I'm a stitchionary addict. I have more knitting books I can shake a stick at, and this book had patterns I'd never seen before (please don't make me list the books in my knitting library, please). That's impressive. I had to get it. For personal edification, obviously. I am nothing if not thorough in my knitting studies ;)

I then grabbed lunch (no, food had not arrived yet, tardy non-knitting people must have been in charge or something) and ran to the costume shop. Where I was besieged by other knitters who were curious about my new pretties.

I ending up reading passages from "Knitting Rules" to them for 1/2 an hour. We were quite giggly when class started.

I love knitters. They rock.

Then, wonder of wonders, I FINISHED(!) Puck's trousers. Tail and all. Yes, FINISHED. (does little victory dance). What a momentous occasion, which I didn't photograph, since I want a pic of it ON the bloody actor, in full costume.

At this, D and I took our handsewing assignments outside, to escape the blinding heat of what was quickly becoming a real sweatshop (A/C on the fritz?). We mostly sat and chatted, but we did get our cross-stitching done.

At 2 pm, I escaped The Dungeon as fast as I could and caught the bus home. I actually remembered (on time!) that I had things due from the public library tomorrow. So, I grabbed my books and CDs and told Dad I was alive, and heading out. I returned my stuff and found some really cool goodies - two of the knitting books I'd place requests for were in, and I found some new medieval music.

Rejoicing in my success, I caught the Breeze to Alton Baker Park:


which was, as ever, lovely and wonderful. I love visiting Alton Baker when I'm depressed or feeling peaky. It's such a pick-me-up, all the greenery and duckies and the river and everything.

So, I sat for a couple of hours, reading thru "Knitting Rules," occassionally giggling aloud and probably weirding out other people on the lawn. Eh. There were some cute families there. And, not all of them were human:


The animals never cease to amaze me at AB, they're so tame. They make Uni ducks look feral. When I was walking back to catch my bus, I came across a pile of goslings - all furry and fluffy! Too cute. And, they let me walk right up to them and photograph 'em:


At one point, one of the adult geese hissed at me, for getting too close. But, otherwise, they were completely indifferent to me, and the other people cooing over them. No, I was not alone. They were cute, okay? I really wanted to put one in my purse, but resisted. So fluffy!

Anyway. I digress. I eventually called Dad for a ride, since the bus back was taking forever. When did they add all those stops to the Breeze? It's supposed to be an express bus! Sheesh.

We then did what any normal escapees would do. We hit Rose And Thistle. I love their fish and chips. Okay. Another thing you MUST do if you come to Eugene is eat at Rose and Thistle once. Their beer-batter is euphoric, or it has crack (I can't tell).

Over dinner Dad told me about the update from my big sister, A, who is (finally!) pregnant and settled (hey, I've been waiting fairly patiently for nieces and nephews here). She sent us this pic: (dances again with joy)


Obviously, she's the brunette. And, I hope to g-d she doesn't kill me for posting this. But, it's too exciting! She's almost 6 months along! She and K, her partner, are dressed for K's younger brother's wedding. (Don't ask, too complicated).

So, of course, I'm in mild panic mode over the baby and child sweaters. But, I'm certain everything'll be fine.

And, my last bit of news is that Mom is starting detox at Serenity Lane tomorrow at 10 a. Thank g-d. I think one of us might have hurt, if not killed, her if things had gone on this way much longer.

That's everything. I'm off to knit my lace spencer and watch Bill Mahr. Toods :D

Labels: baby T, costume construction, finished object