So Many Ends!

But so worth it.

Thanks, Mason-Dixon Knitting. And thanks, Kay (of the same M-D Knitting), for ‘favoriting’ my Ravelry project, too! I was all a-flummoxed! My little twist on the original pattern is using variegated yarn for the center instead of four different colors. Makes for a few less ends to weave in. A few.

I have two finished. I am off to start another.

And it’s Friday, so the winners of my ‘unremarkable contest’ are…

Corwink wins the handspun, and...

~Phyllis~ wins the roving!

Congratulations, and send me your info by email and I will send your booty post haste! And thanks, dear readers...for giving me a chance, coming back, for taking the time to comment, and for your suggestions to broaden my reading habits.

It was an eclectic group of sites, and yet strangely compelling....

What The…!

(All I had handy was my phone.)

Phoebe, the cat, is not suffering from the effects of too much alcohol.

I do think perhaps the drugs we gave her after the dental work 5 or 6 months ago may have had a deleterious effect.

She has a huge dispenser of fresh water from which to drink. Other than this, I mean.

I suppose this is more entertaining for her.

I suppose, additionally, that being an 'old lady' cat of 14 years, this is the equivalent of wearing a red hat, sitting cross legged on a curb, and spitting.

I suppose, further, that the only behavior that will be changed is the feeder person's...

My Hair

This past weekend I had a chance to see how others see my hair. I have been growing out the color for about a year, best guess, give or take a month.

Brief recap. I was very blond when little, as a young girl, and as a teenager, with or without Sun-In (can I get a witness?). Shortly after my babies started arriving, hair started darkening, and by the mid-30’s, it started to lighten up again….but with a distinctly different tint, a grey-ish glint.

I remember my mother only as having a head of silver hair, and expected to have the same, but when I was caught with a camcorder (early 90’s and that’s what they were!)…shock horror! I had brown hair with ‘Bride of Frankenstein’ streaks. I looked so dowdy. I was also trying to find a new job out of state. Steps needed to be taken. A drastic solution for a desperate situation, as it were.

So the coloring of hair started. And so it continued…to last year, when I decided I so over it. My length-impaired stylist did some last color magic to ease the grow out pain, and the change began.

It has been neither unpleasant, nor dramatic. I had been coloring blonde, and the front/top of my hair is very light naturally. Not much change in other words. I am keeping it longish, shoulder length, so there is some blonde on the ends still. My hair grows sooooo slow. And like many other things in life, a gradual change comes to seem like no change until we meet up with someone who sees it.

So this weekend, Wonderful Guy and I go to our local mall for a few errands. I duck into a clothing store to check out the end of the season sales, find some likely prospects, and go to try them on. Wonderful Guy comes into the store after a while, is approached by a sales person, and he says he believes his wife is in a dressing room. He attempts to describe me, saying ‘she has…’ and the salesperson attempts to help ‘…white hair?’

I have white hair to a complete stranger.

White. Hair.

What did I expect? I am not sure, but to hear it put to words…it just feels a bit mature…which is what I am, I know….but maybe isn’t exactly what I feel.

Just yet.

Don't overlook 'my unremarkable contest'. Comments will be considered through Friday, 5PM.

T is for…

Trails and trail heads and trail names and trail signs….

I live in Colorado. I live very close to Rocky Mountain National Park. I love spending time in the mountains.


I hiked with the X and I have hiked with lots of different friends.

My most special and memorable hiking, by far, have been with Wonderful Guy.

Our relationship, first as friends, then as more than friends, grew as we hiked together…

And hiked….

And hiked some more.

Each one of these trails? I can tell you something of that day and that hike.

It was a special, enjoyable, and a singular time spent with someone I have grown to love and respect and accept unconditionally, and unbelievably, loves and respects and accepts me in the exact same way.

An Unremarkable Contest

I have rummaged through my fiber and my yarn, and have come up with some likely candidates for giving away. I submit for your consideration…

1 oz of roving, a merino (positive)/silk blend (I am pretty sure) with a hint of glint. Very nice stuff, if not a lot. It would be very good for plying with something else, or blending with something before spinning.

and...

2-3oz skeins of handspun (not of my spinning) I bought at a friends antique/authentic sort of old timey craft store some years back. How quaint, I thought. Handspun yarn from someone’s sheep, I mused! I might knit it up equally charming, I said to myself. I never thought I might be spinning up the like! Alas, I didn’t knit it up, and I think I would like to pass it on. It is a worsted wgt and 2-ply, not terribly bulky, but not fingering either. Also wool, but I don't know anything about what kind.

So anyway, to celebrate such and such a number of hits, and a whatever number of visitors over an equally unassuming amount of time, I will offer these as prizes.

What I ask of you is:
#1 Comment before…uh…how about 5 PM Friday my time, which is mountain time.
#2 Let me know if you want to be in the roving drawing or the yarn drawing, or both, I guess!
#3 Share with me a non-knitting blog you enjoy. It can be of a different crafty persuasion, or humorous, or writterly, and/or containing the wisdom of the ages. I am not picky with other’s addictions. I am looking to expand my horizons. All selfishness here, see.

What I will do:
#1 I will draw 2 names, one for each prize on Friday when I get home from work. Unlike the last time I was giving something away, I am going to be around this week. Who knows…maybe I will be able to hunt up some other goodies to throw in, too.
#2 I will check out the blogs suggested in my never-ending quest for self-enlightenment.

And there it is.