I'm All About The Knitting, Baby!

Okay, so for those who haven't figured it out yet, I am developing a crazy obsessive knitting addiction. I can't just sit anymore without sticks and wool in my hands. I feel "na-kid". So it should not surprise anyone of my most recent knitting accomplishment.

My parents are visiting us until Feb 5th. My mom's birthday was yesterday (Jan 31st) and mine is today (Feb 1st). On Saturday, we "dropped by" the wool shop I have been frequenting as of late. Mom wanted a pair of felted slipper clogs like I made for hubby and my baby girl. So, we picked out some wool (Briggs & Little -- Regal in turquoise) for the knitting extravaganza! I hadn't worked with this particular brand of wool before so my fingers were itchin' before we even left the shop.

I started knitting them late Saturday afternoon and by Monday morning I was ready to begin felting them! I amazed even myself since I consider myself to be a slow knitter!!! Last night I finished my green slippers for felting (I started those just before Christmas). This morning I felted them up and...VIOLA! We have felted slippers:

The Briggs & Little yarn didn't shrink as much as I wanted them to, but I'm still pretty pleased with them nonetheless. I may have overshrunk the green ones so my mom and I may need to switch colours...we'll have to see. But for now...sweet!

I'm Still Here

Hi Everyone,

I'm still here. We have company visiting until Feb 5th so I haven't been blogging at all! I miss it very much so I figured I'd drop a line to let you all know I'm am well.

I have been knitting too. I will have some piccys later to post. I just completed a pair of felted clog slippers for my mom's birthday. I'll take some pictures today. They are drying as we speak. My mom also bought me some stuff to make her a ribbon shawl. We saw a sample of it hanging on the wall of the wool shop on Saturday -- I am looking forward to seeing how that works out. Plus Madeline saw a knitted teddy bear (using "eyelash" yarn) so she's looking forward to that. That should keep me quite busy for awhile.

I'll post more later...tah-tah for now...

Hello My Loverlies!

I have way too many projects going on. I have four knitting projects that are all patiently waiting to be finished: my lacy kerchief scarf, my felted slippers, a gift for someone (no...not me), and...oh, for the love of Pete! The fourth project has slipped my mind. I think I am losing it these days. Hmmmmm, well, it will come back to me.

Anyways, the point is that I am obviously not very good at multi-tasking. I think it is because I become easily bored of things rather quickly. I like to challenge myself -- let's just chalk it up to the fact that I believe I am a genius! Hence I can't just stick to straight stockinette stitch or garter stitch projects anymore. I find them a little bit...mundane. Once I figured out how to read charts (for my lacy scarf project) it changed me. I LOVE the challenge, although, I do find myself talking like a sailor on some days. I also love the fact that I can actually figure them out on my own. It gives me a great sense of satisfaction.

However, challenging oneself does has its limitations. For example, I love to do jigsaw puzzles. I normally get the urge to complete one every year during the Christmas season. But I know my limitations. You will never find me working on those ridiculous puzzles that have the same sort of pattern on both sides, with abstract puzzle pieces, and has an irregular shaped frame. No sir...that's...that's just crazy! No headache is worth that type of accomplishment. Now, if you are the type of person who likes those type of puzzles, I'm sorry...but we could never be friends. It's not that you're not a nice person with fascinating hobbies, it's just that you think on a whole other level which may cause my chicken-like brain to implode. Therefore, your conversations just might leave me staring into space like a deer caught in the headlights. And we all know how messy those types of situations can be!

Now if you are one of those people who like to approach their puzzles from a more logical point-of-view (i.e. put the frame together first, then tackle the inside pieces) pull up a chair, roll out the green felt puzzle mat, and let's dish!

New Blogging Arenas

Hola My Beauties,

Just to let you know, I have started two more blogs. One to chart my weight loss (I'm hoping this keeps me accountable) and the other is about Lutheran Christian stuff. If you are interested, please check them out. I just felt I needed other forums for stuff other than knitting (*gasp*). I know, I know there is more to me than knitting. Take a moment....breathe deeply. And release your breath slowly.

My blog on my weight loss progress is titled I Can Do This. I figured it would be a great place to chart my successes along the way without boring those who come to Knit Girl.

My other blog is something very near and dear to me...my Lutheran faith. As a confessional Lutheran "Pastor's Wife", I don't always feel I have a voice. I'm tired of people giving me the impression that I need to apologize for my love of being a confessional Lutheran. Well, I'm not gonna apologize...I'm gonna write instead. If you so desire, please check it out. The blog is called Lutheran Chicklet.

Now for the rest of you...do not fear. Knit Girl will remain. I will continue blogging here. I just needed different blogging arenas for those areas in my life.

Breathe in...breathe out. There. I feel much better!

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Meet Gill

Hi, my name is Gill. I am an angelfish and this is my home. You'll notice I have no tankmates. I've eaten them all, although some have gone to that big fishbowl in the sky all on their own. I really am a cantankerous sort of fella. I apparently am so "mean" that my peoples will not bring me anymore playmates.

The lady that feeds me every day seems to be an odd sort of person. She swims past me and waves her fins, makes goofy faces, and talks to me when she drops in my food. She has numerous nicknames for me such as "The Gillster" and "Gilly McGillenstein". She is an odd sort of duck.

When she is not "doting" on me, or admiring my fins, she knits. I would say she used to be a hobby knitter. You know, working on the odd project now and then. But I dare say it has crossed the line into obsession/addiction. I am getting a bit concerned for my lady. She used to try to keep the house tidy...but not so much anymore. If she does clean, it is usually because somebody is coming to visit and it becomes a whirlwind of activity...dusting, scrubbing, sweeping, hiding junk in the cupboards. It's really quite sad.

She has become quite preoccupied as of late. If she has a minute or two between flipping great Canadian steaks on the bar-b-que you will find her hunched over her knitting seeing how many repeats she can accomplish before the timer sends her back out into the cold. If the phone happens to ring she mutters to herself as she swims across the room. She even encourages her daughter to have long showers in order to knit as much as she can before the kid gets out.

I've also noticed this scarf she's been working on. She has an unusual attachment to the alpaca fibre. She must be cold or something, because she's constantly pressing the knitted fibre to her face and uttering all sorts of ooooh's and aaaaaah's. It must help because she then just sits back and stares at it, smiling like a lunatic.

I try not to say too much for fear of sending my dear lady over the edge. But I do worry about her. What if she forgets to feed me? I no longer have tankmates to nibble on...what will I eat? Perhaps if I keep to myself and flare out my fins now and then to impress her, she will continue to swim past, make goofy faces, and feed me. She will tell me what a handsome boy I am and I will silently agree. After all, look in the mirror...what's not to love?