Faster Than A Speeding Bullet...

More powerful than a locomotive...

Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound....

Yes, it's...me...with my new biggerfastermorebetter RAM.

ZOOM!!

For me and my system, it really made a difference, but it was not straight forward. I am so glad I enlisted Wonderful Guy's help. There was some disemboweling of my little Slimline (read: stuffed and piled upon piles of stuff inside there) I had been 'inside there' once before with the help of the 'fellow from India' but I couldn't remember how it all came apart. Anyway, I was glad Wonderful Guy was along for the ride.

The little bars snapped into place. I plugged everything back in. We fired this puppy up, and it all worked like magic. I just love it when a plan comes together!

ZOOM! That was me booting up Photoshop Elements!

ZIP! That was me uploading photos!

WHOOSH! That was me doing everything else that Vista seemed to drag her slow (but oh so very pretty) feet to get done.

And now, thanks to the Speedy New System and other powers that I am beholden to, I present my first yellow squash!

And also, this pretty little thing. With our load of mulch this year, I have been pulling these 'weeds' as they germinated, secretly cursing the landscape company. This one hid until it bloomed, when I noticed it. I should have let them ALL grow, I think!

Happy Labor Day weekend, everyone.

Over 600 miles!

As of today. That's how far I have biked this summer...so far. Riding's not done yet, either! How far will she go? Any bets?

Also...on, then off, the Needles of Iron this week!

1. An iPod Pocket - first hand felted, and not being completely satisfied with the resulting effect, felted in the washing machine. Ecksssssselent! When dry, a button hole to be cut and button to be added, and Fini!
2. While felting the above, I felted the TomTom Pocket of handspun. It was biggish. Not now. Lookin' good!
3. Two 4-Corners Dishclothes with their matching Tribbles. The dishcloth hoard was down to ONE!
4. Two Stocking Stuffers #1 are completely completed, and another half knitted, all out of handspun.
5. One Stocking Stuffer #2 is completely completed and another started.
6. Two skeins of alpaca off the wheel, with twist set, totaling another 450 yards each. Which brings the total to six skeins of very nice stuff. I teased/carded another 'bunch' (technical term-mine) and am ready to start spinning again.

I have chosen yarn (out of the stash) and patterns (off the internet) for a couple of other projects as well. Staying busy, keeping the boredom at bay, working on Christmas (can it be?), and waiting for the inspiration for that next big project to knock me for a loop!

And just in case...I received bigger faster more better memory for my computer yesterday. Last night I backed up. Tonight I install. If you don't hear from me again...well, you'll know why!

Reflected Back

While I discovered this a long time ago, and have known this for ages, only recently have I begun to truly understand the truth of what irritates me in others is usually something about myself with which I am uncomfortable, and reflected back to me in some manner. Rather than try to figure out why that person does what they do (what I spent a great deal of my life doing), I am better served trying to learn what that person is in my life to teach me.

I think mostly my lessons revolve around acceptance of others, and loving them right where they are. It’s very strange how often I have believed others should behave as I thought they ought.

Perhaps not so strange. I remember something my mother (whom I loved dearly and respected in most ways) would say, generally after some little confrontation of a sort with someone who didn’t perform as my mother believed they ought.

“I just gave them something to think about!”

Like they had lived their entire lives in the dark, and suddenly, the light shown, and they saw things clearly! Slap me in the middle of the forehead, and thank you for opening my eyes.

Sometimes I sorely need to point out what others are doing that is obviously making the world an uncomfortable place to be. Well, maybe just the space around me. I want to tell them the sound of their voice is giving me an earache. I need to tell them their need to rearrange the chairs is that struggle for control they are still working on (and maybe not so successfully). I want to make a snappy retort to the one that seems to KNOW IT ALL (and clearly doesn’t)!

It’s not about them. It’s all about me. My control needs, my knowing it all, and the sound of my voice, and the list can, and does, go on.

I wonder whose ‘lessons of life’ I am?

It Just Might Be...

...a pumpkin.

This bloom has a distinctively different look to it than all the other blooms on the acreage of plant that is my pumpkin. I might just have a jack-o-lantern of my own growing.

No yellow squash, but I am enjoying the blooms. I look at it this way. I buy many plants just to enjoy their blooms. It may be that way with this one for this year!

And another zucchini. I have been picking mine about six inches in length, or less. Two plants have produced just the right amount for Wonderful Guy and myself, for salads, or like this weekend, sauteed with some 'shrooms to go with spaghetti.

Thank you all for you compliments and suggestions concerning the Miss Muffett in Blue. The back opening is already V-shaped with 3 buttons and loops.

My 'faux-steeking' extended below the buttons. After all was said and done, I did some crochet-type looping thing around the edges to give it a finish where I did my stitch-and-cut. Not perfect-looking like it was before, but perfect didn't fit, now, did it?

Lest I be too prideful...

...I count on life keeping me humble.

On the other hand, I think I can call myself a Knitter.


Behold, the Grandbebe Girl in all her Gloriousness. (No comments, please, other than to agree with this!) Also, she is wearing Miss Muffett in Blue, knitted with all sorts of love by her Grandmama. Also knitted with too small of a neck for the family of giant noggins, which would be our family.

See how humble? The dress would not go over the head. Not no way. Not no how.


(On the other hand, maybe a Knitter would have remembered she always knits hats larger than large for this family of the large craniums.)

I put down the dress, and Youngest Daughter, Grandbebe Girl, and I took a walk in the back yard, chatted a bit, checked out the flowers, the veggies, and such. (Oh, my mind was really into the conversation, let me tell you...)

Then I went to the sewing machine. (See, I am a Sewer, too!) I stitched with eentsy tee tiny stitches down the center back, and up about an inch.

Then I cut my knitting. (Apparently I am a Cutter, too.)


Yes, I did. I cut my knitting.

Miss Muffett then slid over Grandbebe Girl's head smoothly, and fit the rest of her perfectly. I will finish the cut edge....somehow...as appropriate for a Knitter to know to do. I am seriously at the point that if it all comes apart, I will use my extra yarn and reknit the bodice. Seriously. I will hunt down additional yarn if necessary.


I promised the newly and differently finished garment to Youngest Daughter later, and elicited a promise that it be worn at least four times. I think it will hold together that long. And I will feel my effort somehow justified.