Moving Day
Knitting, with Beads has a new home. Come on over! It's at Typepad, and hopefully will eliminate the issues that many have had trying to access blogger. I still have plenty of decorating to do, but for now we're just plain and simple.
Ramblings on lampworking and knitting, and life in general.
Knitting, with Beads has a new home. Come on over! It's at Typepad, and hopefully will eliminate the issues that many have had trying to access blogger. I still have plenty of decorating to do, but for now we're just plain and simple.
Pardon me while I indulge in a little self-pity. History: My dad has a 1991 GEO Tracker that I've coveted for over ten years. I told him more than once to be sure to please let me have first dibs when he decided to sell. So he did. And Jane and I drove to southern IN yesterday so I could pick it up. Which I did.
On my 22nd birthday, I received the best gift possible: I went into labor! Isaac was born the next morning just after 9:30 am at Silas B Hayes Army Community Hospital in Fort Ord, CA. How very cool is that?! Happy Birthday, son!
I'm pretty sure that I've managed, quite by accident, to create the world's ugliest hand-dyed sock yarn. I set out to dye this skein of Kona 2-ply Fingering Superwash pink with just a touch of brown. Okay, back up a little here..... last spring I participated in a cooperative buy for acid dyes from Dharma. There were many color choices, but budget constraints dictated I not choose one of everything. I specifically decided not to buy any brown dye. In fact, I remember thinking, "Well, that's just plain silly, buying brown dye. Anybody can mix up their own. It's a piece of cake. All I need to do is just mix complementary colors and I'll get brown." Heh. Pride goeth before a fall, eh?