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Dear Mom, Check these out! Aren't they absolutely fabulous? And No you can't have them, I made them for me...but don't worry, I have another pair in mind for you" That was the email I sent to my mother, with a picture of the sock I was making. Unfortunately, Karma bitch slapped me and the sock is too small. Here is an ammendment to that email: Dear Mom, Merry Christmas!

Ever have that feeling that you missed something? That nagging anxiety that not is all well in your world? I do, all the time. I believe mostly that it's due to a want to do everything and the end result is that you essentially do nothing. Not the game plan, and leaves a empty little hole that nagging feelings thrive in. However lets venture down the road that isn't quite that precise. Lets say you're working on a pattern. A vest, I'm very smitten with vests right now, and you've adjusted the pattern to make it longer. This is the most complicated pattern you've executed to date, you even have a note book to write out the chart line by line, keeping copious notes. It's brilliant. So you cast on with fervor, glorying in the fact that it's working. Look at it, all those cables are fabulous, you make it 2 inches longer and beging your arm hole and shoulder shaping. Back is done! Such accomplishment. Right now, it's key to remember 2 inches. I know it...

That's a fairly gentle way of describing how I became who I am today, versus who I was 21 years ago. 21 years ago I was fourteen. Seems like it was 10 years ago at most and 20, please that was last week wasn't it? Nope....20 was fifteen years and I was in Pennsylvania, followed a boy there. That was a life lesson. Not to be repeated. Well not the same way, repeated a few more times but we're past that and I'm getting off the topic of the 'late bloomer' title. It doesn't signify that I am slow, have a learning disability, or was held back in school. I got into trouble, and that trouble followed me from 14 to 25. Enough trouble that while the rest of my friends were going to college and figuring out what they were going to do in life, who they were, I was busy just trying to make it through a week, a month, heck even a year. I wasn't in bad shape, I had a job, I had my friends, but I was easily led astray. I liked people to like me. I liked being the one w...

That this......... Had these inside just waiting to come out........ These are my completed Dancing Bamboo Socks from the book Pints and Purls . Designer Holly Daymude. Happy Birthday to Me :)

I'm smitten with this pattern from the book, Pints and Purls , I finished the first sock last night and am getting ready to start the second one as soon as I hit 'post' on this, I'll probably take a shower first also but that's a personal thing and I won't share pictures of that.....no one wants to see that.......there will be leg shaving though so I'll need more band aids..... Happy Mother's Day

It's super cool looking, and even though it's May, is still appropriate to wear in Seattle.....the only problem.......It's too big. I think I'll keep it though......

My dad celebrated his birthday this past Friday. Today he is having a little birthday celebration at his house. I volunteered to make the tiramisu that I made in Italy. It rolled blithley off my tongue, full of confidence and good will. That was 2 weeks ago. Today is the day the Tiramisu gets made. I'm going to point out a few differences between Tiramisu in Italy and Tiramisu in my Mukilteo Kitchen. In Italy: Each group had a personal chef whi assisted us in our creating of the Tiramisu In Mukilteo: I have two boxers. In Italy: Eggs aren't pastueurized and have a beautiful orange yolk that gives the Tiramisu a lovely yellow custard color In Mukilteo: I have pastuerized eggs and more of a pale yellow Tiramisu In Italy: our Tiramisu had a nice custard consistency In Mukilteo: one can only hope. I can cook. I can cook up a storm. If I ever invite you to my house for a party you will all agree that the number one thing I ask people to bring is dessert. Why? Because I can't mak...

Fisherman Bay, Lopez Islan d . Mom and I went last weekend for the bike ride, Tour de Lopez, that they have every year. Here is mom, sporting her fancy new bike and totally loving it.......bought, built, and fitted at Rodriguez Bicycles in Seattle. If you need a bike, go there and ask for Smiley. Agate Beach, stop number 3 on the ride..... and since it's spring, the lambs were out..... The lambs were funny...the white lambs for the most part would stick pretty close to their mothers and the rest of the flock. The black and brown lambs tore around the flocks like little wooly demons, I could identify with them of course. There were two in particular that I absolutely fell in love with and since I was on my bike I couldn't snap the picture. 2 black lambs tearing through the flock heading right for their mother. Now at this point you must keep in mind it is shearing season as well so the sheep are full of wool and the lambs are still nursing from time to time. Now, these 2 bl...

A blog, I've discovered, is an interesting thing. If you write one, you hope people read it, and if they do indeed read it, you hope they like it, find it interesting, and maybe even informative. Knowing that people read your blog, depending on your psyche, can create a whole new world of doubt completely different from, 'should I really walk out of the house wearing this today?' kind of doubt. A blog, for the most part is a brain dump, that's why my doctor calls them. Says it's healthy. Get it out, never look back. I never read what I blog, which explains some of the bad grammar and spelling errors. However, being as it is a 'brain dump' for me and helps with the ADD, it's not a good place to dump bad feelings. I choose to write the blog to amuse. I find my life amusing and want to share what I find amusing with everyone else, knowing that I am really the only one who finds my day to day interactions with life to be absolutely hilarious. The question wa...