Friday, September 26, 2008

Weekend, Do What You Wanna Do . . .

Just a word of thanks - thank you for your comments and encouragement during this past week - not just here, but in emails and Ravelry PMs and posts. Thank you all so very much :-) And a special shout out to Miss Mac: Thank you for your typing - it was fab, Baby! You made my day :-)

The hand is looking pretty good! I can write again without too much discomfort, and the swelling is nearly gone. The new antibiotic is whipping me but good - I'm wiped out by the end of the day, but I'm hanging in there. More importantly, these cicada-sized pills appear to be whipping the infection, and my hand is starting to itch - the age old sign of something healing up. It's all good. :-)

In other happy news of the day - my Dishrag Tag Team, the Rag-Taggers, came in second place in the Dishrag Tag race!!! Woo Hoo!!! We get presents! :-D This was a very fun game and I would do it again next year - preferably with the same team, the Rag-Taggers rocked hard!!

Have a great weekend - I plan to - and hopefully there will be some posts with photos here again soon!


p.s. Yes, Michelle, Walgreens really is my favorite store. It's a long story . . . ;-)

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

A Quick Update

OK - there's good news and pretty much good news.

The good news is that according to my regular doctor, my hand is looking pretty good. It appears that the bite missed the actual knuckle joint (which is apparently really good news). It's also not likely that I'll have to have my hand opened up, so that's a huge relief to me - I've been quite anxious about it.

The pretty much good news is that I have to switch to a different, stronger antibiotic tonight, and take it for five days. And I have to go back again for another check of my hand on Monday. I mean really - this is way serious stuff. I can't remember the last time I had to track something like this so closely - and when doctors were so accommodating (just stop in - any time on Monday so I can look at it again).

There is no bad news. Yay!!!

What a learning experience this has been. . .

If the truth be told, I've never been much of a cat person and now I like them even less - except for my former cats, Bucky & Satchel. I was very fond of them. I trained them like dogs because I didn't know any better - they were just hilarious boys - 18 and 17 pounds, respectively. Satchel would even come when he was called most of the time :-D My ex wondered how I did it. Everyone who ever met them, loved them. I made them let me take food out of their mouths, touch their feet - all that stuff that you do with dogs. They never bit me, and many was the time I had to back Bucky up to my shins, open his mouth, stick a pill in, shut his mouth and rub his throat - just like a dog - and he didn't even fuss much.

Anyway - give me a dog any day of the week - wish I had one now, but circumstances are such that I'm petless - just not home enough. Maybe people will stop trying to get me to get cats now. I always politely refuse, but I'm hopeful that this will stop people asking altogether. I mean really, Bucky & Satchel were irreplaceable and I've never had the desire for any other cats.

In other good news, typing is much easier, and I can sort of hold a pen today - it's my hope that I'll be able to start knitting again by the weekend! In the mean time, I'm supposed to squeeze a tennis ball to keep my hand mobile. Woo Hoo! I'm off to Walgreens!! My favorite store!

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Cat Bites - Who Knew?

Yesterday was full of surprises.

I judged an African violet show, which I always enjoy, and I got to see some friends I don't get to see very often. I learned that we all rely heavily on a computer program developed to enter show exhibits and calculate all sorts of data. The poor club members had to enter all their exhibits by hand, doing the best they could, and our judging panel went more slowly, with lots of stops for looking up varieties and making sure plants were in classes where they would be judged properly. Still, it was a nice show and I so enjoyed seeing so many of my violet friends.

Then, since I was already on the North side, I headed over to Linda's. We spent an enjoyable afternoon together, knitting, talking and just generally hanging out - stuff we used to do a lot more when I lived in the city. We really had a nice afternoon!

Around 6:30 we headed out to have dinner at Gates BBQ (yum!) and the cat got out. To make a long story short - the cat bit me on my left index finger near when it joins my hand. I thought I had her by the scruff, but I apparently didn't have a good grip . . . Poor Linda - she was quite upset. We did everything you're supposed to do for puncture wounds and headed out to have a good dinner. I left for home around 9:30 and was home by 10:15 - this speedy side-effect of the price of gasoline continues, and there was hardly anyone on the expressway.

I woke up early this morning with my hand in some pain. I managed to sleep a few more hours and then got up and got ready to go to church to sing. However, my index finger joint where it joins to my hand was twice it's normal size, bright pink, and hot and painful to the touch. I took a photo of it, but it's too gross to put on the blog (I know, you're thanking me - well, you're welcome).


Through my insurance we have a program called Nurseline, where you can talk to a registered nurse 24/7, so I thought it would be a good plan to call, because I didn't want to go to urgent care and sit around and wait if what was going on was normal. It wasn't :-(

She asked me a short series of questions and promptly told me that I needed to go to urgent care and be seen by a physician within the next three hours. Go to Urgent Care. Go Directly to Urgent Care. Do NOT Pass Go. Do NOT Collect Two Hundred Dollars! Wow - I didn't really think it was major, but she was quite insistent, so I pulled on some clothes (not easy when you have a major digit out of commission) and went over to urgent care.

So now, about three and half hours later, I'm home. Missed church. Didn't sing. Got a shot in the ass for my pains and a prescription. Did you know that cat bites to the hand are very serious? Yeah, me neither. The doctor took one look at my hand and said that had I waited 5 or 6 hours longer, the infection would have spread halfway up my hand by that time. As it was, it had spread since this morning already.

I got a shot in the ass of a very strong antibiotic (which didn't hurt nearly as much as my hand and finger do) that will hopefully stop whatever's going on dead in its tracks, and a prescription for a second very strong antibiotic that I'm to take Without Fail for 10 days. He said that more than once. It's one that will make me photo sensitive, so no Celtic Fest at Gaelic Park for me today :-( Bummer. I'm also required to see a physician again on Wednesday - and the doctor said that if I could not get in to see my own doctor that I was to call him and he would see me Wednesday without fail - something about the structure of the fascia of the hand and infection getting in underneath it . . . I don't know - it sounded gross and he scared me enough that one way or another I'll go on Wednesday.

So, after picking up the prescription at Walgreen's and getting some comfort food (OK - Kraft Dinner - I know, it's gross, but who doesn't like mac & cheese when they feel sorry for themselves?), I'm home. Oh - did I mention that I'm left-handed? I can't hold a pen. I can't knit. I can't spin. The Bears are losing to Tampa Bay, and typing without my left index finger is quite challenging, to say the least. Plus, it hurts like hell and if I don't keep it elevated, it throbs. Dammit. Apparently if you get bit on the arm the body is usually quite able to fight infection easily - but according to Dr. Singh, the hand is the worst place to be bitten by a cat.

Who knew? Live and learn - I won't be picking up any cats any time soon - scratch that (pardon the pun) - I won't be picking up any cats at all. Ever.

Friday, September 19, 2008


It's National Talk Like a Pirate Day :-D

Shoot! The HTML didn't work . . . Oh well.

My pirate name is: Captain Morgan Cash
"Even though there's no legal rank on a pirate ship, everyone recognizes you're the one in charge. You're musical, and you've got a certain style if not flair. You'll do just fine. Arr! "

Yo Ho Ho Mateys!!


Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Cans . . .

Weight Watchers is doing this Lose For Good thing for 6 weeks - it's where you bring in to your meeting, non-perishables that equal the amount of weight you lose during this 6-week period. They even gave us lightweight canvas bags - which will help, since I go in on the train every day.

So last night I got to thinking that I had a lot of canned stuff that's been here awhile and I figured I should look it over. Truth be told, all that stuff (except the tea, which I just didn't get put away yet) came to this house from my mom's house. She was of a different generation - one who held great store by canned goods, I guess, because she had a lot of them.

I'm more of a fresh-market, or frozen food kind of gal, myself, but I put all the stuff in the pantry at this house because - well, that's a long story, but even after my mom died, I thought I would eventually use the stuff up. Um . . . no. See that ketchup? It's the color of Bosco. That can't be good. The Mott's - also approaching a disconcerting shade of tan . . . Geez - some of this stuff expired in 2004 . . . There are three bottles of unopened salad dressing - and I wish I could find that small size in the store today, but they are done for. That big tub - it's full of whole cloves. Probably a pound of them. She must have been going to cook a ham - or maybe she was going to make closet pomanders - that's probably what she was going to do, but they've pretty much lost their punch . . .

If it's expired, it's going out - and not to the food drive out, that wouldn't be right. It's going out out. Tonight. But isn't that a colorful photo? I love grocery shopping - I always have. I love to see what's new, and I love going up and down all the aisles. I really do - and I have friends who will not even go into a store with me because of it. Oh well, grocery shopping is a pleasure best savored by one's self anyway I think.

My mom told me that when I was little, she would take me to the store and sit me in the cart, and as we would shop, I would point to and say the name of everything I had seen advertised on the television, apparently quite excited about it all. Is it any wonder I work in Marketing? ;-)

No Space Station for Me :-(

Bummer. I just went outside for 20 minutes to try to see the International Space Station pass over Chicagoland. No luck. I got out there at 7:35, and it was supposed to go over at 7:38. I stayed out until about 7:55, but all I saw moving were planes. Oh well - it was worth a try. I love stuff like that.

So, instead, here is that superwash merino I was hoping to make socks with . . . no such luck. As often happens with "young" spinners, I was spinning much thicker than I thought I was . . . I only got approx. 267 yards, which is nowhere near enough for socks. Besides which, it's worsted weight, not fingering. Alrighty then. It's actually a bit darker - the flash seemed to wash this out a lot - I attempted to adjust the color on the screen to get a truer representation, but in person the greens don't jump out so much.

Here are some photos of my first sock club yarn!! Woo Hoo!! Turn back if you don't want to be spoiled.


This is your last warning!!!

OK - the colors are truer on this Wollmeise although again, a bit darker than they appear here. How beautiful this stuff is!! the green is called Buxkranzl (Boxwood), and the purply reddish blueish blackish is Hollerstaud'n (Elder Bush). We got a sock pattern, which is quite nice, the two skeins of yarn, a set of precious wooden DPNs (which almost make me want to try knitting with them again), a ruler that was sent only to protect the needles from breaking (I like the ruler, too!) a piece of chocolate (which I, of course, gave away immediately), and a nice note from Claudia. The theme was Homeland, and she also gave us a great German recipe!

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Singing' in the Rain: Day Two

Outside - this is the largest the "yard pond" has ever been since I've lived here . . . you're only seeing one side of it. And somehow either the squirrels or the raccoons got the entire bird feeder down - branch hook and ALL. The feeder and the extra chain I found on the ground, but I can't see the branch hook anywhere and it's too wet to look for it - I can't imagine what the raccoons would want with it, but they are as big as toddlers, so you never know.

. . . and Inside

It's not much, and it's in a brand new old spot. This corner was the first bad spot I found - the water used to gush through the foundation walls. It's been patched, and really this is just a puddle.

The lights flickered twice this morning. I have one sump pump on a bulldog, but not the other, so I took a quick look around downstairs. In the event of a power outage, I should be able to use the big floor squeegee to direct the water across to the floor drain without too much difficulty, and everything is up off the floor where any water would come up through the sump. But I'm keeping a good thought for the electricity to stay on.

Hope wherever you are, you are safe and dry.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Remembering . . .

On September 11, 2001, I was living in Southern California. I'm an early riser, so I was already awake when a call came in from the East Coast. My then-husband came out of the bedroom and said to me, "go turn on the telly." I said, "what channel?" He said, "it doesn't matter."

I ran down the stairs to the family room with him not far behind me, and we turned on the telly to see the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center. As we watched, before our eyes the second tower collapsed. Seeing it on the telly, one could almost think that it wasn't real. I wanted to say, no, that can't be real - it couldn't be happening. But it was.

I was lucky - I didn't lose anyone close to me in the attacks, but my mom was in Boston on September 11th, boarding a plane to fly to Washington, D.C. We spent a very tense number of hours. All we could find out was that her plane was on the ground in Boston - nothing further. I worried that she and the other passengers had boarded and were perhaps being held hostage on the runway. I called for hours to her cell phone (which she never really learned how to use) and the home of the sister of the friend she was traveling with, leaving message after message, and finally the phone rang and it was her. And she was safe.

She had arrived at the airport, and from the time she and her friend had checked their bags to the time they go to the flight gate, the attacks had occurred. She said it was mass pandemonium at the airport - they were not allowed to board, thankfully, and I don't think her luggage was returned for a number of days. I thought about this all again this morning because I finally worked up the nerve to watch the film, United 93 this morning. It came out in 2006 but I could not bring myself to watch it until today. Everything came back to me so clearly.

I remember wishing so hard that President Clinton was still the President. No one went to work for a few days - and I remember my then-husband being particularly concerned because I worked directly across the street from the Burbank airport. Once we did return to work, it was eerily quiet in the air space. Two Germans who were in on business at my office were stranded until air travel resumed. And when it did resume, I remember being quite startled - almost frightened - by the sounds of the planes again landing and taking off from Burbank.

Stuck in Boston, my mom wanted to come home to Chicago, but she couldn't rent a car, nor get a ticket on Amtrak. And so, she decided to take the Greyhound bus. I asked her to wait, to stay in Boston a while longer, but as the days passed she was more and more anxious to get back to Chicago, and so my 79-year-old mom got on a bus for home. Riding a cross-country bus is not easy for an older person. The bus was full and it was not a great trip.

My cousins' dad was to pick her up in Chicago. The bus station is not in a great neighborhood in Chicagoland, and somehow my cousins' dad and my mom never connected. She was standing on the street, waiting, and the police questioned her out of concern - she said she was waiting for her ride . . . and finally when she realized that her ride was not coming, she sought out some officers and announced that her nephew was a Chicago police officer and would they please take her to the police station. And they did.

I got a message at the office saying my mom was at the police station in Chicago - which of course set off a huge flurry of long-distance calls between me and various members of my family because I didn't get the entire message and I thought she'd been arrested (which I couldn't really believe, but you never know - my mom was pretty feisty). I can't remember now who actually finally went and fetched her from the police station, but she did get home. And I was grateful.

Life changed for so many that day - changed in profoundly unalterable ways. I didn't lose anyone, but we all lost something - so much that had been taken for granted could not be taken for granted any longer. I played my pipes that day in memory of those who were lost. And I never bitch about having to get to the airport earlier, nor about how long the lines are, nor about having to take my shoes off to go through security, nor about having my luggage searched.

I set off the security alarm at an airport earlier this year - it was for a pewter bracelet that I forgot I was wearing. The search was thorough, and it took awhile, but the woman who conducted it was just doing her part to help keep me and everyone else safe. I thanked her.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

I'd Like to Thank the Academy . . .

I swear that when I'm at work I get these flashes about blogging. I'll be cranking away on a project and something will occur to me and I'll think, "Perfect!! I want to blog about that!!" And then, of course by the time I get home, my mind - sieve that it seems to be lately - has completely forgotten all the things I thought were so brilliant . . . And so it is again, today :-S

Oh well.

I had at least 5 ideas today and instead of being witty and brilliant (it could happen [thank you, Judy Tenuta]), I'm a melon head. Alrighty then. . .

So imagine my great melon-headed surprise to find that Cheryl over at Knitting Knut nominated me for this kewl ribbon because she likes this blog! Thank you so much, Cheryl!! :-) I've gotten a few ribbons for my African violets, but I never got an award for my blog before, so this is a total first. I'm really glad you like to visit here, and I hope you will come back again and again!!

Cheryl and I met at The Loopy Ewe's Spring Fling event in April of this year. She spent some time watching me spin, although I couldn't get her to sit down and try it out. Hopefully we'll be in the same place again sometime with a spinning wheel close by - maybe I'll be able to convince her to try it out :-)

Now - the rules seem to be as follows:
1. Post the award on your blog (check!)
2. Ad a link to the person who gave you the award (check!)
3. Nominate at least 4 others (coming right up!)
4. Leave a comment on their blog so they can pass it on (see #3)

Knifty Red. A knitter, a spinner, an artist. We met at SnB and have become friends. She writes a very funny and timely blog. She's a crack knitter and the Queen of the Swatch.

Linda, the Chicken Lady. How could I not pick you, my friend. I wouldn't be blogging if it wasn't for you :-) For quite some time my claim to fame among Linda's SnB friends was that I was the one who taught her how to knit. I think she's a better knitter now than I am! She's also smart and literate and raises chickens in the city!

Knitterary. How can you not like a blog that combines literature and knitting? And what a knitter she is! Her stranded colorwork is exemplary, and her blog is always interesting. I am always happy to see that there's a new installment. Another smart, literate woman.

The Jarlady at Willow Way Knitting. Friend of Sheri at The Loopy Ewe. Although we met at The Spring Fling, we didn't get to sit and talk - and spin - until the Midwest Fiber & Folk Art Fair this summer. I so enjoy her blog - and you must try the Calico Bean Dip - it's to die for. We both love labs (although I don't have one), and spinning and Longaberger baskets. She's racing for the cure, so you might want to check out her Team in Training info along with her recipes.

S0 - a very nice end to a long day - thank you, Cheryl!!

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Three Things I Know . . .

1. One should not put down one's musical instrument for a great length of time.
I took a sabbatical from my bagpipes . . . for about a year and a half if the truth be told, and that's way too long. I committed last October to playing in church for Reformation Sunday this year (at the end of October). You see where this is going, don't you? I was sitting in the choir chancel at church today, looking up at the balcony (where I play from) and realized I had better get cracking - the bagpipes are not an instrument you can just pick back up and play like a pro.

So I sat down today with my practice chanter (not even my pipes again yet) and pulled out some of my tunes. The spirit, as they say, is willing, but the flesh - in this case my mouth - is weak. "Oh Crap" weak. Yes, my fingers are a little rusty - particularly on the burls, but those will come back relatively quickly if I remember to take my jewelry off and not play too fast for a bit - the muscle memory is there. The bad part is suffering what I call "Mr. Ed Mouth" all over again. The bagpipes are a wind instrument - please, no jokes about me being full of hot air - and your lips make a seal around the chanter. This means that, ideally, all the air goes into the chanter. Like any other muscle in the body, however, the muscles around and in the lips cannot hold one position endlessly without tiring, particularly if you haven't played for a year and a half (you doofus).

So, you get to the fourth part of a four part, 6/8 march, and you can feel your lips losing their grip. You purse them harder and harder, trying to keep the seal on the chanter, and then they start to cramp, and then you lose your seal for sure, and air and spit come burbling out the sides of your mouth all the while you're still trying like hell to play. The air escaping, coupled with spit and your lips losing their grip on the chanter make a noise like Mr. Ed (he was a horse - of course :-D and if you didn't get that reference you need to watch some old telly).

Try it with me now: rest your lips together and exhale through your mouth, letting the air flap your lips apart - they'll flap back and forth as the air goes out. Pretend you're six years old again and making a "horse noise." Guaranteed to make you laugh - which isn't so good when you're trying desperately to make it through the last half of the fourth part of the 6/8 march you're hoping to have in some sort of recognizable shape for Reformation Sunday. I can't practice as long as I might like because my mouth and lips won't cooperate . . . I see a lot of hours at the kitchen table, practice chanter in mouth in the days and weeks ahead I'm afraid - if I want to be ready to play by the end of October. :-S

2. Being with your friends is good.
What a wonderful afternoon with Knifty Red and Knitterary yesterday! Knitting, spinning, good food (Calico Bean Dip, pastries, hummus, carrots, cheese, beer, water, windmill cookies), good music (assorted Celtic - what else at my house? :-)), and best of all, good conversation among friends. :-) After the wild journey home on Friday, it was good to sit back and relax. I nearly finished the superwash merino I started over Labor Day. It was 4 oz., but I tried to spin it pretty thin. I'm hopeful that this time I might have enough yardage for some socks. I got this yarn last year at YarnCon from a local woman. I can't remember her name, unfortunately or I would share it here because the colors are gorgeous and the color saturation is pretty amazing too. Wow - I hope there's enough!

3. This is my favorite time of the year.
Hardly need to add anything to that . . . but I will ;-) I filled the bird feeder again yesterday to get the cardinals in practice for finding it again come winter. Found out my crabapple tree is actually a plum tree, and it's really quite pretty. Maybe next year, now that I know what it is, I'll take better care of it and have yummy plums to eat! The days are already cooler, and I've put my fall decorations on the front door. And some of my friends and I are thinking of knitting Alice Starmore's St. Brigid sweater as a KAL, and although we likely won't start until January some time - I'm already thinking about it and the yarn I want to use and how I might have to modify it to fit me . . . all the thoughts of fall :-)

Friday, September 5, 2008

An Adventure!

It's a 5 o'clock world when the whistle blows, no one owns a piece of my time . . .

So I was headed for the 5:17 train - really ready for the weekend. (Why is it that short work weeks are harder to deal with than regular ones?) I got downstairs at the station, and there were a LOT of people. It's a busy station during most rush hours, but we're talking a really lot of people crammed in there . . . and I hear the announcement: "Attention all customers, please do NOT go down into the terminal, there are already people waiting there from earlier trains - service will resume shortly. Please wait in the station." No more info - just repeated more of the same. I pulled out my book and prepared to wait.

Finally - an announcement that told all of us waiting to start our weekends what was happening. The train I take every day is an electric line, and the power lines fell between Randolph Street and Van Buren and a train got tangled up in them. This is bad. Really bad. The next thing we all heard was that it would be a half an hour to an hour before service would start up again. The entire station heaved a collective sigh and many people started bolting for the doors. Alright for them, but there's no functional bus that goes all the way out to where I live, so I hunkered down to wait.

Then - another announcement - this time that trains were running from Van Buren, which is six blocks South. Mass exodus. Mass. I came up onto Michigan Avenue with thousands of riders wanting to get home, and I headed South with the tide. I crossed the street over to Grant Park at Washington because there were just too many people, and as I crossed, I heard my cell phone - I didn't catch it in time, but it was Knifty Red and I realized she must be in the same predicament that I was. I rang her back:
Red: Where are you?
Me: I'm at Michigan and Washington on the East side of the street, where are you?
Red: I'm at Michigan and Randolph - you're on the EAST side of the street?
Me: Yes, too many people on the West side. I'll wait right here for you.
I spotted her Central Park Hoodie in the swarm as she got to Washington and I started waving my hands -she actually saw me right away (I had a hideously loud top on today :-D) and once she got across the street, we headed South with the rest of the herd. Oh, but Knifty Red is a clever girl. I was thinking that even if the trains were running, they were going to hit every stop and poke along all the way home when Red whips out the Rock Island schedule and says, "Wanna go catch the Rock Island to Tinley and my husband will pick us up?" I was all for it, and we crossed back over Michigan and headed West out of the crush of people.

It was a nice walk - took us about 20 minutes or so, and I didn't feel so bad about not getting my full treadmill time in this morning! We caught the 6:15 and Red and her man dropped me off at home by 7. Only an hour later than normal, and I got to ride in the back seat with Red's daughter, Miss Mac, and hear about how huge Thomas the Tank Engine is! I'm so serious when I tell you that Miss Mac just could not be any cuter - and when I got out of the car she said, "don't forget to come back." :-)

Some dinner. A trip to the grocery store. I made the Jarlady's Calico Bean Dip for tomorrow. I sure hope mine turns out as well as hers does because hers is the best stuff I've ever eaten and it's totally CORE on the Weight Watchers program. Geez, you could eat the whole tub, and I do mean tub - it makes a LOT of the stuff - and not have to count any points (except for the Tostito chips ;-)).

And now, the dishwasher is running and I'm blogging, and I'm really sleepy - I thought about a load of laundry, but it's nearly 11 - way past my bedtime. So good night and sweet dreams. :-)

Monday, September 1, 2008

Stash Busting . . .

So - my best intentions of being on the stash-busting wagon for a year (with one or two dispensations . . . ) made it nine whole days. What happened, you ask? Wollmeise and Socks that Rock . . .

Part One: At the Michigan Fiber Festival I decided to buy some Socks that Rock yarn. I've had the pattern for a scarf called "Crossing Over" for more than a year. I got from Toni at The Fold. She had the completed scarf on display at her place and I really really liked the colors, which were Farmhouse and Fred Flintstone. Well, Farmhouse was easy - but according to Toni at the time, Fred Flintstone had been a limited release. I bought a different skein of another yarn that had similar colors, but never made the scarf.

I checked over a period of months on eBay and then on Ravelry, but I could never find any Fred Flintstone. I looked again on the Socks that Rock website just a few days before the Michigan Fiber Festival - no Fred Flintstone. So, I decided to purchase a different skein from Toni (at the festival) and figured I'd go with that.

Part Two: On the Wednesday after the Fiber Festival, I happened to stumble on some info that Claudia, the Wollmeise, had announced that she was having a sock club for 2008-2009. Wollmeise is the current "hot" yarn. I have two skeins of it - one in laceweight that I got before she really took off, and one from The Loopy Ewe's Spring Fling event (in the goody bag!). But I've never scored any from Claudia's German site, and I never catch it when Sheri adds more to the Loopy Ewe site. This is not surprising - 300+ skeins of the stuff go in like a couple of minutes.

Wollmeise yarn is beautiful - no question. And Claudia's colors and the color-saturation are pretty amazing - but I don't have the time or wherewithal to stalk it. I figure I'll get some when I get some :-) (and I'd link to her site, but it appears to be down).

Part the Next (a/k/a Where One meets Two): Enter the sock club announcement. Of course - just days after I make this big hoohaw righteous statement on how I'm going to knit and spin from my stash for a year, all of sudden there's a Wollmeise sock club. Great. I've never even had an interest in sock clubs before - I mean I'm approaching SABLE* in the sock yarn category so I was never tempted. Before. Right. I decided that if I got in it would be one of my dispensations, so I signed up and tossed my hat in the lottery ring. And even though I set the intention that I would get in - and I'm a really really lucky woman - I didn't really imagine that I would actually get in because I figured a bazillion people would sign up for it.

And then on a whim, I checked the STR website that same Wednesday to look at the Raven Clan colors one more time. And what do I find??? There on the main page of the Multicolor Wave yarn: Fred Flintstone. Geez - you think they could have put it up the week before the festival, wouldn't you?! Well, I really wanted to get it, but decided that I would wait to see if I got into the Wollmeise sock club, and then I'd do all my damage at the same time. It would be all, or none.

Conclusion: Lucky girl I am. :-) It was all. So, when you see this graphic in the months to come, you'll know not to peek if you don't want to be spoiled.

And in the mean time, I await the arrival of Fred Flintstone (with another Raven Clan color tossed in for good measure - I know, I'm hopeless).

Happy Labor Day!

*SABLE = Stash Accumulated Beyond Life Expectancy