tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261758572024-03-13T13:32:17.666-07:00sknittymamasknittymamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01161805124907284546noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26175857.post-32925254840923405102011-08-04T11:51:00.000-07:002011-08-04T14:52:49.513-07:00Keeping it RealIt's hard to believe I'm sitting here composing a blog post nearly 4 years after my last one. Maybe one of these days I'll give up the ghost for good, but for now I'm feeling the pull again to join in. With whom, I'm not sure. But it's an opportunity to organize my thoughts and that's enough for me.<br /><br />Let's see, where to start. Well, new house, new school, new baby. It's been a busy couple of years. My days are spent making to-do lists that never get completed. I'm always working towards some goal or other, rarely just being in the moment. Over the summer, I find myself driving more than I ever have, from one activity to another. Always rushing, of course. Let's not even talk about what I do while I'm driving. Suffice it to say that I am the queen of multi-tasking. Recently, when I picked my son up from camp, I longed for an hour or two to just sit or walk in the woods. It felt so peaceful and slow in there. Next week we go away for a week to family camp. Hopefully, when I'm not following my wobbly 20-month around to make sure he doesn't kill himself, I'll find a moment or two of peace.<br /><br />Next up, expectations. They're a bitch, aren't they? I expected my 9-year old would have best buddies, ride a bike, read for pleasure like I did as a child, ask lots of precocious questions I wouldn't always be comfortable answering, grow up and away in a good way. Well, he is funny (often too much) and kids like him, but he has trouble with real social engagement. He still can't ride a bike, but at least he rides his Razor scooter now, instead of the 3-wheeled one he clung to forever. He loves books, but even though he is finally learning to read, it's more work than play, so he'd rather play Nintendo or Wii. He's never asked many learning questions, and when he does ask a question, it's often one he's asked before. He is growing up, learning and maturing, at his own rate, but while some things have gotten easier for him, others have gotten harder. I think he's more aware of his differences now, and this creates more anxiety. Is it all doom and gloom? No. But is it what I'd expected it to be, either? No.<br /><br />Second chances. What are the odds that you'll get one? In my case, not good. Second child, same situation. More pronounced, in fact. Whereas I spent the first five years with my first child in blissful ignorance (oh, he's just shy), with my second it only took a little over a year to realize that he was different. Sweet, loving, sociable, totally adorable. But different. The silver lining is that he is getting help sooner, rather than later. Let's hope this neuroplasticity thing is for real.<br /><br />How to make peace with the unexpected? I'm not sure yet, but I'm working on it.<br /><br /><center>Serpentine!</center><br /><br /><center><a title="jacob 007 by sknittymama, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sknittymama/6009841320/"><img height="240" alt="jacob 007" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6011/6009841320_57af9d4d8c_m.jpg" width="180" /></a> <a title="Jacob and Ezra by sknittymama, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sknittymama/6009292123/"><img height="240" alt="Jacob and Ezra" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6017/6009292123_71ef70818c_m.jpg" width="180" /></a></center><br /><br />On a final, tasty note, I start nearly every day with a cup of PG Tips tea and a well-buttered english muffin, often spread with the best <a href="http://bluechairfruit.com/">jam</a> in the world. I've never made my own english muffins - Trader Joe's are pretty darn good - but were I to, I'd start with this recipe from <a href="http://pinchmysalt.com/">pinchmysalt</a>. Just looking at them makes me drool.<br /><br /><a href="http://pinchmysalt.com/2009/08/25/homemade-english-muffins/#_"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip9AHGob8DypoykYSNiHoHebxfhF8axJ1d6a-o5_2UEd1pnJOHjZxlQXW6RyqJ95M9bmQBatYO4S_SO1fdOfBvviVzX3auAYbPex1y0bKE8CSF2oxe6PHiXyNIeowcFYKUsWo6/s320/IMG_6790-Version-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637116956874961698" /></a>sknittymamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01161805124907284546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26175857.post-10242399766198474282007-12-05T09:47:00.000-08:002007-12-06T11:44:32.634-08:00Advent of a JewHello. My name is Inga and I am a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jew#Who_is_a_Jew.3F">Jew</a>. Or, one of "those Jews who, while not practicing Judaism as a religion, still identify themselves as Jewish by virtue of their family's Jewish descent and their own cultural and historical identification with the Jewish people." Suffice it to say that, sadly, I have a limited knowledge of my people's religious traditions, and, instead, grew up celebrating - in a purely secular fashion! - the multitude of Christian holidays. My mom grew up in a secular Jewish, socialist home, wistfully observing her gentile friends' yuletide festivities. Her family didn't even celebrate the Jewish holidays. So, we got the Christmas tree, instead of the menorah. Here's last year's:<br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sknittymama/315820332/" title="A peek at our tree by sknittymama, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/120/315820332_cf0a532707_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="A peek at our tree" /></a></center><br /><br />I would love to celebrate all of the holidays, and to embrace both aspects of my heritage, but, not having grown up with the traditions, I find it difficult incorporating this into our lives. It is so much easier to follow the path that has been lain down than to forge a new trail. Two years ago I did hold a Passover seder and it was extremely intricate and time-consuming to execute. I enjoyed it, but swore I would never do it again! Perhaps not the best celebration to start with. . . <br /><br />Our token tributes to our maternal ancestors were the Hanukkah gelt in our Christmas stockings (oy vey!) and the gold Stars of David we hung on our tree. Those lovely stars - painted yellow, with our names written on them - were my favorite ornaments, but fell apart many years ago. This year I made new Stars of David for our Christmas tree, so my son can enjoy this same tradition. And we're lighting the menorah! I'd love to incorporate more traditions, but for now, at least, I have these silvered beauties:<br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sknittymama/2091118947/" title="Star of David by sknittymama, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2300/2091118947_cfc5b0f2f8_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Star of David" /></a></center><br /><br />On my paternal side, my Swedish heritage is dominant. My son has the traditional, Scandinavian chocolate advent calendar that I had when I was little - lovely picture of Santa bringing joy to all and delicious chocolate shapes hidden behind numbered windows. I have a nostalgic fondness for these calendars and he seems to share my liking, as the first thing he says upon waking is "can I have my chocolate?" Still, last year I saw all these wonderful crafty advent calendars, and swore I was going to make one this year. No such luck. I am not known for planning ahead and I am always over-ambitious! <br /><br />So, I've been sitting around, looking at this year's crop of crafty cuteness and bemoaning my shortcomings, when, lo and behold, I stumbled across <a href="http://belladia.typepad.com/bella_dia/">Bella Dia's</a> wonderful idea of a book/activity advent calendar. We're a few days late in starting, but no matter. I can get the books from the library and just start with whichever book/activity strikes our fancy. It's a wonderful idea - and <a href="http://belladia.typepad.com/bella_dia/2007/12/advent-day-1-sn.html">Day One</a> is all-inclusive!<br /><br />Day 5 of Advent, Day 1 of Hanukkah:<br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sknittymama/2091794116/" title="Snowflakes by sknittymama, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2118/2091794116_f2c4c6dce3_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Snowflakes" /></a></center><br /><br />Or, check out wish jar's list of <a href="http://www.kerismith.com/blog/archives/000521.html">ten things to do instead of shopping</a> for more inspiration on how to spend whatever free time you have during the holidays.<br /><br />Not quite sure where gingerbread houses fall in the Christian-Jewish spectrum, but we think they're fabulous! Especially, when you can buy a real <a href="http://www.ikea.com.sg/store_services/swedish_market.asp#highlights">Swedish</a> house for only $4.99 (NOT the $8.50 noted in the link) and use up all the candy that's been sitting around since LAST Halloween. . . <br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sknittymama/2090141069/" title="IMG_6322 by sknittymama, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2149/2090141069_5b972dc74d_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="IMG_6322" /></a></center>sknittymamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01161805124907284546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26175857.post-11654654004625530922007-11-20T10:17:00.000-08:002007-11-20T11:48:33.847-08:00Fortunate. . .in so many ways.<br /><br />If I'm being honest, my default approach to life is to see the glass half empty. Today's challenge is a simple exercise in appreciating that which makes my life full. Although there is much more to strive for, having the following is a great blessing:<br /><br />Family - <em>living and nearby</em><br />Friends - <em>few, but intimate</em><br />Health - <em>excellent</em><br />Hearth - <em>warm and dry</em><br />Sustenance - <em>available in abundance, both nutritious and delicious</em><br />Time - <em>for crafting and being</em><br />Freedom - <em>of religion, choice, speech and lifestyle, to name a few!</em><br /><br />In thinking about what I have to be thankful for, I've also come to the following realization - that, if you don't raise these blessings up for recognition and appreciation, they <em>don't exist</em>. That isn't to say that they don't apply to one's life, but the benefit is not felt.<br /><br />The following quote says it best. I would like the balance of my days to be a feast, not a famine. . . <br /><br /><center>"It is literally true, as the thankless say, that they have nothing to be thankful for. He who sits by the fire, thankless for the fire, is just as if he had no fire. Nothing is possessed save in appreciation, of which thankfulness is the indispensable ingredient. But a thankful heart hath a continual feast."<br><br />W. J. Cameron, The Ford Sunday Evening Hour Talks, 1930’s<br /></center>sknittymamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01161805124907284546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26175857.post-13564982437804651262007-11-18T20:55:00.000-08:002007-11-20T11:51:29.327-08:00Grateful. . .first and foremost, for my son. For his continuing laughter, smiles, and affection. I hope that two years from now, I will still be the grateful recipient of his unrestrained love.<br /><br /><center><em>two years ago</em><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sknittymama/1910819395/" title="Autumn leaves by sknittymama, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2012/1910819395_4a7f9a074e_m.jpg" width="173" height="240" alt="Autumn leaves" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sknittymama/1911654396/" title="Me and my baby by sknittymama, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2403/1911654396_4bf19af35c_m.jpg" width="186" height="240" alt="Me and my baby" /></a></center><br /><br /><center><em>today</em><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sknittymama/2045533385/" title="IMG_5952 by sknittymama, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2412/2045533385_5cccb502d6_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="IMG_5952" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sknittymama/2046324506/" title="IMG_5954 by sknittymama, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2248/2046324506_1c74c65520_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="IMG_5954" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sknittymama/2046324280/" title="IMG_5956 by sknittymama, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2022/2046324280_49d62fd0a8_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="IMG_5956" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sknittymama/2045532677/" title="IMG_5962 by sknittymama, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2282/2045532677_4e531294c7_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="IMG_5962" /></a></center>sknittymamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01161805124907284546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26175857.post-23302255966410999312007-11-13T02:18:00.000-08:002007-11-18T13:37:14.962-08:00A Happy PlaceFor all you gnome enthusiasts out there, go on get <a href="http://www.gnomeland.co.uk//Art%20index.html">happy</a>! And if that's not enough to satisfy, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gnome">here's</a> more than you ever wanted to know about gnomes. According to a review of <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1856267474?tag=gnomelacouk-21&camp=1406&creative=6394&linkCode=as1&creativeASIN=1856267474&adid=0MRQ64B9QV6N2A2WP6FX&"><em>Gnomeland</em></a>, "gnomes are 'so out there', they're 'in' again." I wouldn't go <a href="http://www.gnomeland.co.uk//News-Gardening%20is%20easy%20with%201,500%20gnomes.html">this</a> far, but a soft, huggable gnome is welcome in my garden anytime!<br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sknittymama/2003901028/" title="Mrs. Gnome by sknittymama, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2318/2003901028_e648705da2_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Mrs. Gnome" /></a></center><br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sknittymama/2003900986/" title="Mrs. Gnome by sknittymama, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2337/2003900986_227a377daa_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Mrs. Gnome" /></a></center><br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sknittymama/2003900976/" title="Mrs. Gnome by sknittymama, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2392/2003900976_2abb7030fc_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Mrs. Gnome" /></a></center><br /><br />Thanks <a href="http://sknittymama.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-intentions.html">again</a> to <a href="http://www.weewonderfuls.com/">Hillary</a> for letting me test-ride her newly available, just-in-time-for-the-holidays, how-can-you-pass-it-up <a href="http://weewonderfuls.typepad.com/wee_wonderfuls/2007/11/mr-mrs-gnome.html">gnome</a> <a href="http://weewonderfuls.typepad.com/wee_wonderfuls/store/">pattern</a>! <br /><br />And, if you've been feeling the gnome vibrations, but are lacking a garden, <a href="http://www.kaboodle.com/reviews/gnome-garden-kit">this</a> is just what you need.<br /><br />Don't say I don't gnome how to have a good time. . .sknittymamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01161805124907284546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26175857.post-43822684439319403332007-11-12T12:01:00.000-08:002007-11-18T20:41:43.739-08:00What To Do With FeltI've got a lot of felt. Not so much that I won't buy more (the nice, wool felt, that is) when I happily and unexpectedly come across it, as I did this weekend! But enough that it will be sitting around for a few years unless I think of more ways to use it than the occasional softie. <br /><br />Enter this lovely <a href="http://annamariahorner.blogspot.com/2006/12/cozy-up-with-blanket.html">felt garland</a> by <a href="http://annamariahorner.blogspot.com/2006/12/cozy-up-with-blanket.html"></a><a href="http://annamariahorner.blogspot.com/">Anna Maria Horner</a>. I NEED to do this. Now if only I could figure out how to stretch a 24 day into at least 28 hours! I think I need a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Lion,_the_Witch_and_the_Wardrobe">wardrobe</a> to craft in, so that time will stand still.<br /><br />Off the crafting tip, please examine this picture of moi. Not supermodel status, but not exactly chopped liver, wouldn't you agree? Sadly, according to My Heritage <a href="http://www.myheritage.com/FP/Company/celebrity-collage.php">celebrity look-alike</a>, my "strong" (my quotes) features have me parsed as a boy. Mouseover picture to see my celebrity counterparts. I suppose I should be greatful that Cary Grant appears here, although I would have preferred Grace Kelly. : )<br /><br /><center><img onmouseover="this.src='http://www.myheritagefiles.com/I/storage/site1/files/61/76/42/617642_810545213b8374gtu34t92.JPG'" onmouseout="this.src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/1805082262_2444c3bac7_m.jpg'" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/1805082262_2444c3bac7_m.jpg" /></center><br /><br />The second go-around cracked me up!<br /><br /><center><img onmouseover="this.src='http://www.myheritagefiles.com/I/storage/site1/files/67/67/21/676721_983290740193749yfgta31.JPG'" onmouseout="this.src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2171/1810923396_086ad4aa08_m.jpg'" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2171/1810923396_086ad4aa08_m.jpg" /></center><br /><br />(psst... mouseover!)<br /><br />Go on, <a href="http://www.myheritage.com/FP/Company/celebrity-collage.php">try it</a>! You know you want to...sknittymamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01161805124907284546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26175857.post-87728543267776003032007-11-09T13:06:00.000-08:002007-11-18T20:42:00.264-08:00Good IntentionsOkay, so I've wrapped up my swaps (pictures coming soon!), refrained from joining any new ones, and I'm all set to start holiday crafting for my loved ones, when I find my good intentions blindsided by an innocent visit over at Hillary's <a href="http://www.weewonderfuls.com/">place.</a><br /><br />Did you really expect me to pass up the opportunity to test-drive one of her fabulous patterns? Now I've got to ask myself one question: "Who can I make a <a href="http://weewonderfuls.typepad.com/wee_wonderfuls/2007/10/the-gnomes-made.html">gnome</a> for? Well, who?”sknittymamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01161805124907284546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26175857.post-31612432971037599382007-11-07T12:51:00.000-08:002007-11-18T20:42:13.895-08:00Laundry ListJust to keep myself on my toes and accountable, I thought I'd make note of the holiday projects that are in progress or waiting in the wings. Lest I get selective amnesia. . . Of course, in case anyone comes sniffing around, I won't mention whom the recipients are!<br /><br />More of these paint chip wallets that I find so addicting:<br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sknittymama/1512322946/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2359/1512322946_df2e2a294b_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Paint Chip Wallet" /></a></center><br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sknittymama/1723988300/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2046/1723988300_7c7d9d4ea2_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Paint Chip Wallet" /></a></center><br /><br />Nested <a href="http://www.makezine.com/blog/archive/2006/04/how_to_magazine_bowls.html ">magazine</a> <a href="http://http://www.craftster.org/forum/index.php?topic=25012. ">bowls</a> (I'm so excited to try this, and I'll finally get to work with Modge Podge! Hope it isn't a disaster. . .)<br /><br />A pouch or two:<br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sknittymama/543542454/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1093/543542454_5bffc0a782_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Butterfly pouch detail" /></a></center><br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sknittymama/413094097/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/413094097_a1fe194d44_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Patchwork purse" /></a></center><br /><br />Fingerless handwarmers, <a href="http://http://knitty.com/ISSUEsummer06/PATTfetching.html">either</a> <a href="http://http://knitty.com/ISSUEspring07/PATTdashing.html">knit</a> or sewn from fleece. I'd intended to sew them, until I started this post and came across these fabulous patterns! And what a great opportunity to knit from stash. If I can resist heading to the yarn store for just the right color, that is. . . ; )<br /><br />And a couple of CD jewel case calendars from my flickr pics (if you think they're for you, they probably are, so don't ask any questions!)<br /><br />All this crafting would make for a satisfying, straight-from-the-hands-and-heart, without hurting the pocketbook, kind of giving if only I didn't drop $60-$100 every time I walk into Michael's. Damn Martha and all her <a href="http://http://www.marthastewartcrafts.com/index.php?v=msc_products&sort=-price&DCMP=KNC-G-MS_Crafts&HBX_OU=50&HBX_PK=martha%20stewart%20crafts&pa=Netramind_martha%20stewart%20crafts_G_MSC_CStore">good things.</a>sknittymamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01161805124907284546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26175857.post-27797733005463782652007-11-06T13:48:00.000-08:002007-11-18T20:42:58.322-08:00Running With ScissorsStarting off slowly on my reentry to blogland, with an update and some pictures. . .<br /><br />I had a minor epiphany today, and I am now TOTALLY inspired to approach the holidays with all the craftiness I can muster! My goal is to make this as much of a Handmade Holiday as possible. Of course, there will still be some store-bought goodies, but if I can minimize the commercial aspect of the season and highlight the joy of creating, I will be very pleased. I have a few swaps that I'm working on, but once they're wrapped up my creative energy will need to be directed towards the handmade gifts I've got planned for my immediate friends and family. I'm not deluding myself that this is going to be an easy task, but I think it's manageable if I start now. : ) This is my early New Year's resolution. . . <br /><br />Never a post without a little eye candy - here's my little bat, in a costume I made from an umbrella! I'm pleased with my execution, but can't take credit for the idea. <a href="http://www.evilmadscientist.com/article.php/UmbrellaBatCostume">Instructions</a> courtesy of <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lenore-m/254655945/">Lenore.</a> <br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sknittymama/1787704492/"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2198/1787704492_715d7b0f95_m.jpg" /></a></center><br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sknittymama/1786855191/"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2190/1786855191_33ac4a22ae_m.jpg" /></a></center><br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sknittymama/1786849961/"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2419/1786849961_00a2a60201_m.jpg" /></a></center><br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sknittymama/1787694088/"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2297/1787694088_010a5cc097_m.jpg" /></a></center>sknittymamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01161805124907284546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26175857.post-10246567716733568192007-02-11T09:19:00.000-08:002007-11-18T20:43:13.619-08:00Swap Guilt ReduxCaution: Self-pity lurking ahead.<br /><br />We - myself and the boys - signed up for our first kid-oriented swap: <a href="http://mommycoddle.typepad.com/">Mollycoddle's</a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/75493756@N00/">miniswap</a>. As a self-appointed crafty mama, I was excited to participate in a swap with my son, thinking it would be fun to put together a package for another family, including, naturally, lovingly handmade goodies from us! Well, I didn't live up to my own expectations and instead of making things we sent some (cute and fun) bought and gently used items (per the guidelines). In return we received some wonderful handmade items from the <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cardills/">Cardillos.</a> The boys were so excited to open their package, but I waited anxiously to see what they received. Fortunately for them, they were thrilled, but as soon as everything was unveiled I was overwhelmed with <a href="http://apronthriftgirl.typepad.com/apron_thrift_girl/2006/10/loving_that_mai.html">swap guilt</a>. I posted previously about <a href="http://sknittymama.blogspot.com/2006/11/working-for-weekend.html">swap stress,</a> but this was OVERWHELMING, full-on, perfectionist-driven guilt! <br /><br>Look at all the wonderful handmade things that were sent our way!<br /><br /><center><br /><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/386754077_0b94abb892.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: ;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/386754077_0b94abb892_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br><br /><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/180/386754084_a9d028e6cb.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: ;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/180/386754084_a9d028e6cb_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br><br /><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/171/386754089_243f9edbb5.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: ;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/171/386754089_243f9edbb5_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /></center><br /><br />Missing from the pictures are the other thoughtful and wonderful items included: Batman and Superman action figures, a wonderful story/song from Massimo, a pirate map showing where they live and tea for me!<br /><br />What we sent (click on picture for notes):<br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/82348354@N00/386826271/" title="Photo Sharing"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: ;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/386826271_3ff69d4b0e_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></center><br /><br />The dilemna facing me now is do I re-swap? Has anyone done this? I'm sure that Eleonor and Massimo probably liked what we sent, but I feel like I failed at this swap and I want a DO OVER! So, I'm thinking of putting together a new package, small, but personal, since I am, after all, a neurotic, but sometimes lazy, perfectionist! Keep in mind, it's not about comparing or competing, but rather about following through on what you intended to do. Personal expectations and all. . .<br /><br />Any thoughts? You can weigh in anonymously if you want!sknittymamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01161805124907284546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26175857.post-2319328095539778542007-02-10T22:30:00.000-08:002007-11-18T20:43:32.570-08:00Garden LupinusI'm a super speedy knitter most of the time, except when confronted with decisions or transitions, whereupon my knitting usually ends up languishing in some corner for an irresponsible length of time. So, naturally, I wasn't very surprised when it came time to remove the sleeves onto waste yarn and <a href="http://www.zephyrstyle.com/catalog/item/2367447/3974522.htm">Wicked</a> went on hiatus. It's not that I don't know how to remove the sleeves (a pretty straight forward procedure!), but I start agonizing over whether I've knit enough or too much, and I find myself paralyzed, unable to move forward. The simple thing, as advised by the <a href="http://www.zephyrstyle.com/home.html">Zephyr girls</a>, would be to remove the sleeves, try sweater on, and procede from a point of knowledge rather than speculation. Well, this has finally been done! And I'm getting back up to speed. . . Here's my progress thus far:<br /><center><br /><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/151/386262607_573158be7d.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: ;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/151/386262607_573158be7d_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br><br /><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/163/386262572_14e8804c29.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: ;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/163/386262572_14e8804c29_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /></center><br /><br />And some earlier pictures since I've been so lazy about blogging:<br /><br /><center><br /><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/362978906_3343ba7155_m.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: ;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/362978906_3343ba7155_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br><br /><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/155/356644226_ed994ec387_m.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: ;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/155/356644226_ed994ec387_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /></center><br /><br />With any luck I'll be wearing this soon! Hopefully before the rainy season ends. . .<br /><br />Edited to add:<br /><br /><a href="http://sknittymama.blogspot.com/2006/11/isnt-she-lovely.html">Information</a> on my fabulous dress form!sknittymamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01161805124907284546noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26175857.post-1168463693286944662007-01-10T13:13:00.000-08:002007-11-20T11:46:42.244-08:00I'm Still StandingI guess I really do date myself when I feel compelled to head my <a href="http://sknittymama.blogspot.com/2006/11/working-for-weekend.html">posts</a> with <a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/im_still_standing.html">song</a> titles of my youth. I may have a select group of contemporary artists that I know and even like more, but I certainly can't identify today's artists or songs with any regularity! And really, when did I last have the time to lie around listening to the radio all day waiting for my favorite <a href="http://www.oldielyrics.com/lyrics/the_commodores/oh_no.html">song</a> <a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/c/culture+club/karma+chameleon_20034651.html">requests</a> to be played? Ah, those sweet angst-filled early teen years. . . It amazes me that almost 25 years later thinking about these songs brings back powerful physical memories. I don't just remember, but feel with a visceral quality, the emotions that I felt then, usually in relation to some boy or other. Some songs still do it for me, but more likely than not the feeling of longing evoked is tinged with regret, not hope.<br /><br />Please parse the above lightly. I did not intend my return to blogging as a downer, but nostalgia is never far when I am near. Really what I was intending when I started this post was a reference to the fact that the holidays are over and, despite a long absence, I am STILL STANDING. I baked, crafted, shopped, wrapped, visited, recovered, and welcomed in the new year. I don't put much stock in resolutions, as I am ever skeptical of my ability to see any to fruition, however I do have some intentions:<br /><br /><strong>To live in the moment more.</strong> My son will turn five in May and I anxiously <a href="http://www.oldielyrics.com/lyrics/nanci_griffith/turn_around.html">dread</a> the ebbing of the easy love we swim in now. In fact I've pretty much dreaded this from the day he was born, anticipating the sullen responses, averted eyes and general rejection that parents often suffer at the hands of their callous young. So, for now, I will smother him in kisses and demand my share in return! Hopefully, the banked love will make the desert crossing easier.<br /><br /><center><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/158/352120259_8a1590abdc.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: ;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/158/352120259_8a1590abdc_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></center><br /><br /><strong>Conversely, to create my future.</strong> I hesitate to put those words down as I don't have any strategy waiting in the wings to move the action forward. But a change is gonna come.<br /><br /><center>Where are you goin' my little one, little one?<br />Where are you goin' my baby my own?<br />Turn around and you're two<br />Turn around and you're four<br />Turn around and you're a young [boy]<br />Going out of the door<br /><br><a href="http://www.oldielyrics.com/lyrics/nanci_griffith/turn_around.html">Turn Around</a> by <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Other-Voices-Rooms-Nanci-Griffith/dp/B000002HCF/sr=8-1/qid=1168469176/ref=pd_bbs_1/002-2640638-0299240?ie=UTF8&s=music">Nanci Griffiths</a><br /><br />(Lyrics by Malvina Reynolds, Harry Belafonte & Allen Greene) </center>sknittymamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01161805124907284546noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26175857.post-1166040013387987902006-12-14T11:48:00.000-08:002007-11-18T20:44:00.519-08:00The Way We WereSo sue me. . .<br /><br />Apparently my only <a href="http://sknittymama.blogspot.com/2006/12/self-portrait-challenge.html">rule</a> was meant to be broken EARLY in the game. This photo is not of my own hand. In my defence, <a href="http://selfportraitchallenge.net/current-challenge/">red</a> seems to be a theme of my childhood and <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0070903/">nostalgia</a> a theme of my adulthood. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/82348354@N00/321441291/">Vintage red</a>, therefore, seemed to be an appropriate choice for <a href="http://selfportraitchallenge.net/">Self Portrait Challenge</a>. The only problem was that I couldn't decide which photo to use. They all encapsulate the longing I feel for my past. So, to satisfy myself, I've provided something special for you. Click on the photo and you'll see. . .<br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/82348354@N00/321772946/"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/123/321441291_d5cc0a7420_m.jpg" /></a></center><br /><br />That's me on the right - reading everywhere I went! Now reading has to compete with so much else - knitting, sewing, being a mama, working, etc. Little sis is on the left. . . And she wants me to make it clear that she did NOT grow up to be an axe murderer, she just plays one in our family pictures!<br /><br />I definitely have a tendency to view the past through rose-colored glasses. Everything was better BACK THEN. Now, as I get older, I spend more time reflecting on the "back then" that was my childhood, but when I was a teenager I had this same backward longing for the decades that belonged to my parents' youth. Even then, when I would find old photos of my parents I had the sense that if I could just go back in time, life would be better, simpler, more right. It seems I've always felt "out of place," as if I'd fit in better somewhere between the 30s and the 70s, depending on my mood. The truth is my desire for the past, despite any real allure it may hold, probably has more to do with my inability to be content in my present.<br /><br />Which may be why I'm so drawn to these photos of myself at this pre-teen age. I'm still fully entrenched in my present and I seem utterly content. Rose-colored glasses or not, that's my story and I'm sticking with it.<br /><br />And, because I'm feeling very weepy and nostalgic, here are some gratuitous shots of me and mine. Click on any one if you want to see more of the same!<br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/82348354@N00/sets/72157594418728978/"><br /><img height="240" alt="You say it's your birthday. . ." src="http://static.flickr.com/137/321442978_eeaa1a66f0_m.jpg" width="162" /></a></center><br /><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/82348354@N00/sets/72157594418728978/"><br /><img height="240" alt="1968" src="http://static.flickr.com/143/322329822_dc5ae56a6f_m.jpg" width="163" /></a></center><br /><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/82348354@N00/sets/72157594418728978/"><br /><img height="240" alt="My Bubba" src="http://static.flickr.com/135/321442976_4acb5a3cb7_m.jpg" width="162" /></a></center><br /><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/82348354@N00/sets/72157594418728978/"><br /><img height="240" alt="Baby sister" src="http://static.flickr.com/130/322329826_cc63457212_m.jpg" width="162" /></a></center>sknittymamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01161805124907284546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26175857.post-1165021101550241272006-12-12T22:06:00.000-08:002007-11-18T20:44:16.231-08:00From The Crafting CornerSorry for the long absence! I've been very busy <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/82348354@N00/sets/72157594408659675/">trimming</a>, crafting and going about the daily business of life and I haven't had any energy left for blogging. The good news is I have something to show for my time off.<br /><br />Meet my <a href="http://weewonderfuls.typepad.com/wee_wonderfuls/store/">flopsy bunnies</a>, Beatrice, Bettina and Babette:<br /><br /><center><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/82348354@N00/sets/72157594330445263/"><img height="180" alt="The bunny sisters" src="http://static.flickr.com/134/320520450_754cd4403b_m.jpg" width="240" /></a></center><br /><br />Beatrice stays with me, and Bettina and Babette will each be gifted to a sweet, little girl! I loved designing these three, each with her own definite style, but I'm very excited to be moving on to something a little more, shall we say, mechanical?<br /><br />Mouseover the picture below to see what stocking stuffers are in store for the boys!<br /><br /><center><img onmouseover="this.src='http://static.flickr.com/122/315820345_f800f2a666_m.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://static.flickr.com/103/315820334_f02a418b3c_m.jpg'" height="180" src="http://static.flickr.com/103/315820334_f02a418b3c_m.jpg" width="240" border="0" /></center><br /><br />I've cut out all the pieces for two <a href="http://weewonderfuls.typepad.com/wee_wonderfuls/store/">robots</a>, and, since taking this picture, I've also pieced out one super-duper spaceboy! Tonight I will start sewing and hopefully by Friday I'll have some FO's to show off. . . <a href="http://http://weewonderfuls.typepad.com/wee_wonderfuls/">Hillary</a> certainly keeps me busy!<br /><br />Also, a little somethin' somethin' from almost next to nothin'. From a $3 bag of buttons and a dollar store glue gun (!) I made these magnets. This is definitely addictive. I can't wait to collect some more large buttons. . .<br /><br /><center><a href="http://static.flickr.com/120/312100122_731ed5bc42.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/120/312100122_731ed5bc42_m.jpg" border="0" /></a></center><br /><br />Last, let me not forget to send a big thank you to <a href="http://1of4sisters.blogspot.com/">Mary Ann</a> for the lovely garland she made me for <a href="http://www.gingillos.com/">Storme's</a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/holiday-swap/">Handmade Holiday Swap</a>! It hangs in the doorway between our living room and kitchen and is a stunning reminder of what I <a href="http://sknittymama.blogspot.com/2006/12/self-portrait-challenge.html">blogged recently</a> about lacking. An excellent reminder of what I should be striving for. . .<br /><br /><center><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://static.flickr.com/116/314104919_e2aedf92ff.jpg"><img height="180" alt="Stunning garland" src="http://static.flickr.com/116/314104919_e2aedf92ff_m.jpg" width="240" /></a></center><br /><br />And a peek at what I sent Mary Ann:<br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/82348354@N00/sets/72157594416975298/"><img height="240" alt="Vintage buttons" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/314102465_1fca17950b_m.jpg" width="180" /></a></center><br /><br />If you want to see more photos, just click on the stocking! Below is a picture of other stockings I've made over the years. This is my longest standing craft hobby and it both comes easy and continues to be a challenge!<br /><center><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/82348354@N00/sets/72157594416975298/" ><br /><img src="http://static.flickr.com/129/320599859_7adbebcb82_m.jpg" width="240" height="89" alt="By the fire with care" /></a></center>sknittymamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01161805124907284546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26175857.post-1164737310838469332006-12-05T10:08:00.000-08:002007-11-18T20:44:32.550-08:00Self Portrait Challenge<center><a href="http://static.flickr.com/102/310145361_60fff80b2b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: ; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/102/310145361_60fff80b2b_m.jpg" border="0" /></a></center><br />I've often thought of myself as attractive. Not pretty in any conventional way, my features are too strong, nor beautiful, I have my share of imperfections, but attractive. As in dynamic, appealing, sometimes sexy. Over the past few years, however, this has shifted. I am now more likely to think of myself as used up. A dried out husk of my former self. Yes, this sounds harsh, but much of the time it reflects how I feel. And, in trying to capture my first self portrait for submission to <a href="http://selfportraitchallenge.net/">Self Portrait Challenge</a>, this feeling has been reinforced.<br /><br />I haven't been the subject of many photographs lately, tending to avoid the camera. The self-portraits I took recently show someone with a strong furrow on her brow (from all the frowning that I do!), tired eyes, dull-looking skin (from lack of exercise and attention to my health), and nary a smile to be found. Who sees the irony in the broach pinned to my lovely <a href="http://selfportraitchallenge.net/category/challenges/red/">red</a> coat? There's not a lot of joy to be found around these parts. Maybe participating in SPC will be not only a journey of self-discovery, but a vehicle for change.<br /><br />Let me clarify something so this post doesn't come across all sob story. I have moments when I'm happy, times when I'm inspired and engaged, but rarely am I filled with joy. To be here, now. This is my truth. I hope it will not always be so, but when I see these photographs of myself, I fear for my health. Psychic, not physical.<br /><br />What I find interesting about self-perception and photography, as it relates to this, is the dichotomy between how we see ourselves in our mind's eye and how we look through a more objective view finder. The camera can capture either one of these images, depending on circumstances and luck. I tend to look at myself subjectively in ways that flatter, from the tilt of my head as I perform my morning and bedtime rituals in front of the bathroom mirror, to the adjustments I make when I catch sight of myself unexpectedly in a store-front window. Many times, though, the camera does not cooperate and captures a more "objective" view.<br /><br />The self-portrait that I've posted is a mixed bag. I don't look as good as I'd like to look, but I think it is an accurate representation. From the photographs at my disposal, I chose the one that most captures how I see myself in my mind's eye, without sacrificing all of the honesty of what I see when I catch myself unaware. There is a bit of vanity involved in my selection, but didn't someone say that <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0032943/quotes">honesty is overrated</a>? Allow me to mitigate my discomfort.<br /><br />Oh, and I've self-imposed one rule. These photographs must be taken by me. For the time being. As they say, rules are meant to be broken, so don't hold me to it. For now, I like the idea of having this constraint. In the future, I may decide that other-portraits are more reflective of me than the ones I take myself. We'll see.<br /><br />Before you go, check out my inspiration for self-portraiture. He is <a href="http://static.flickr.com/102/310153247_5190d4bb71.jpg">enthusiastic</a>, <a href="http://static.flickr.com/113/286855722_e7bb31abe0.jpg">creative</a>, <a href="http://static.flickr.com/99/310153246_02b420f5f0.jpg">experimental</a> and <a href="http://static.flickr.com/122/310153248_957dfb9f7a.jpg">uninhibited</a>. And he takes a damned interesting picture.sknittymamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01161805124907284546noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26175857.post-1164696750871814832006-11-27T21:50:00.000-08:002007-11-18T20:44:50.262-08:00Cold TurkeyAnd I'm not talking left-overs.<br /><br />Beginning tomorrow, morning cartoons are a once-was. For a little while, that is. Four days, specifically. Any longer and I might lose it. I'll admit it, I like my hour in the morning to fiddle around while my son sprawls in front of the TV, no interaction or guidance expected on my part. Actually, he is very actively involved in the shows that he watches, participating in the call and response, raising his arms up to the sky, <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1239/2733/1600/morningcartoon.jpg">ENGAGED</a>.<br /><br />Unfortunately, SIGH, he has been experiencing progressively more extreme withdrawal when it is time to turn said electronic device off. As in outright refusal, sobbing, thrashing around on the floor, etc. This makes it quite difficult to complete the few remaining tasks that are necessary before we can leave the house, like brushing teeth and putting on shoes.<br /><br />I reached my elastic limit this morning (remember, I don't really want to impose this consequence!) when he was a horrid little brat (oops, did I really type that?) after I turned off the TV. Despite the fact that we were going on a really exciting field trip with his preschool to see the <a href="http://www.goldendragonacrobats.com/">Golden Dragon Acrobats</a>, which he had been eagerly anticipating prior to the cartoon fiasco. Just like an addict, however, he wanted more, more, more of the drug that was currently coursing through his system!<br /><br />Instead of cooperating (ha!) so we could leave in a timely fashion, he spent ten minutes choking on his own mucus as he sobbed away like the junkie he is. Then, when we got in the car and he still hadn't stopped crying, mommy dearest (see how I try to distance myself from my evil other through third-person narrative?) proceeded to scream at him for 5 minutes to "just shut up!"<br /><br />So. Tomorrow, no TV. And Wednesday. And Thursday. And Friday. I'm not looking to ban TV watching, just to take a step back into a more balanced space, from which we can evaluate "how much" and "when." (<strong>Tuesday morning update: my plan went surprisingly well. No whining, no tears, no endless protestations. I may be on to something here. Go figure.)<br /></strong><br />Wish me luck.<br /><br /><center>And when [he] was good<br />[He] was very, very good,<br />But when [he] was bad [he] was horrid.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.bartleby.com/59/6/therewasalit.html">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a></center>sknittymamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01161805124907284546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26175857.post-1164002605613963282006-11-20T11:42:00.000-08:002007-11-20T11:40:48.648-08:00Mwahaha!<center><a href="http://static.flickr.com/110/301992053_7c97a8e7f1.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/110/301992053_7c97a8e7f1_m.jpg" border="0" /></a></center><br />Spent a lovely weekend thrifting, crafting and baking. I went to what was a "potentially" fabulous estate sale on Saturday and managed to find <em>some</em> fabric scraps, two vintage pillowcases which I will be using to make the apron pattern in <a href="http://www.snowbooks.com/thecrafterscompanion/buying.html">The Crafters Companion</a>, and a few Christmas presents which I dare not share as there are curious eyes all around. . . Still, I was lucky to find any of these items as there were pretty slim pickin's at 10:00 (gasp) am!! Why was I not waiting out front at 8 am, with all the other eager and in-the-know thrifters, cash burning a hole in my pocket? I'm just too damn lazy in the morning.<br /><br />This was the estate of an elderly woman who (apparently) loved to sew, decorate for Christmas, and keep everything she ever purchased from the 50's on! I don't even want to know what I missed out on. . . When I got there, I saw a woman walking around with two wonderful aprons and I nearly knocked her over for her finds! ; ) Did I learn anything from this experience? Next weekend, I will be making my list of sales on Friday evening and out the door at dawn's early light on Saturday. So there. No more lazy Saturday mornings in this house. </p><p>Oh, and that lovely stainless steel bowl? Found at <a href="http://www.shopinberkeley.com/u/urbanore/index.php">Urban Ore</a>, $1.00. MY bowl, mine, mine, mine. . . ALL mine. Despite the fact that my sister tried her best to scoop it out from under me. She even thought that if she paid for it, she'd have squatter's rights. Can you believe it? I guess I owe her a buck.</p><p>What I worked on: </p><p><a href="http://weewonderfuls.typepad.com/wee_wonderfuls/">Wee wonderful</a> <a href="http://weewonderfuls.typepad.com/wee_wonderfuls/2006/06/puttogether_boo.html">bunny</a> for a friend's daughter (update: she now has eyes, shoes and dress trim!) Still to come, two more bunnies (one for a niece and one for ME!)<br /><center><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/113/301992045_975804e5e9.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/113/301992045_975804e5e9_m.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></center><br />And, for a housewarming on Saturday I baked this apple pie. Please excuse my pride when I say how happy I was with how beautifully it turned out! This was before a 4-year old (accidentally, yeah) pushed his hand into the middle as we were on our way out the door. . . <center><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/116/301996660_1250309ce6.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/116/301996660_1250309ce6_m.jpg" border="0" /></a></center><br />Please note my "new" (read: vintage) pastry cutter that I bought to replace my ugly black plastic-handled one. I LOVE using these!<br /><br />"Monday, monday, can't trust that day<br />Monday, monday, sometimes it just turns out that way. . ."sknittymamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01161805124907284546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26175857.post-1163833824481187182006-11-19T09:07:00.000-08:002007-11-18T20:45:23.787-08:00Working For The WeekendDeep breath. Thank goodness it's <span style="TEXT-DECORATION: line-through">Friday</span> Sunday! This song didn't mean much to me when I was 13, but now? I LIVE for the weekend. So much for being here, now.<br /><br />I'm not much of a juggler. It may seem as if I'm managing many things at one time, because I've embarked on each one to some degree, but really everything's on hold except for the one project that I'm running with. And that would be whatever I'm REALLY excited about or REALLY behind on. This last week was one and the same, plus a healthy dose of workplace deadlines that I'm definitely not excited about. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66411104@N00/260193074/">This</a> is how I felt all week long. Which should explain why I haven't had the energy to blog! And really, I only have a brief reprieve. Some responsibilities have been met, but the wolf is still lurking at the door. Birthday bunny to sew, Christmas socks and mittens to knit, tea towels to embroider, oh yeah, cooking, cleaning, and playing with my son! And what I really need to do is SLEEP.<br /><br />Mission accomplished: I sent off my package today to <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/funoldnew/">Nina</a>, my swapmate in <a href="http://greenbeanbaby.typepad.com/main/2006/10/for_the_elves_a.html">For the Elves</a>. This was a great creative outlet! It's very exciting putting together a gift package for someone when you've got a theme to work with and you think you've got a good idea of their interests! And "vintage christmas" is a great theme - thanks, <a href="http://greenbeanbaby.typepad.com/main/">Ellia</a>! I think I'm hooked on swapping! Despite the fact that I am prone to "swap stress" and "swap guilt" as coined by <a href="http://apronthriftgirl.typepad.com/apron_thrift_girl/2006/10/loving_that_mai.html">Apron Thrift Girl</a>.<br /><br />This just on its way:<br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://static.flickr.com/102/299869412_ed511abe3a.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/102/299869412_ed511abe3a_m.jpg" border="0" /></a></center><br /><br /><center><a href="http://static.flickr.com/114/299869410_e56a3ebd02.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/114/299869410_e56a3ebd02_m.jpg" border="0" /></a></center><br /><br />And here's what the elves delivered to my house. Nina was so thoughtful and sent me many lovely vintage treats. Thank you, Nina! For more photos, click on the second picture to go to my Flickr photos.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://static.flickr.com/105/299861922_9d7fafcf4d.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/105/299861922_9d7fafcf4d_m.jpg" border="0" /></a></center><br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/82348354@N00/sets/72157594380829376/"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/113/299861923_80835551bf_m.jpg" border="0" /></a></center>sknittymamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01161805124907284546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26175857.post-1162855690810961252006-11-06T15:25:00.000-08:002007-11-18T20:45:38.964-08:00Isn't She Lovely?<a href="http://static.flickr.com/120/290886845_1841a9829b.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/120/290886845_1841a9829b_m.jpg" border="0" /></a>Isn't she wonderful?<br /><br />Found: 1940's dress form at <a href="http://www.antiquesbybay.com/">Antiques by the Bay</a> in Alameda this past weekend. It was my first venture there, though definitely NOT my last. My only concern about returning is the effect on my bank account. . . ; ) Recovered in late 40's barkcloth, style <a href="http://imageevent.com/vintagetresors/vintagebarkclothstylenames">Glen Court Grey</a>. I am so excited to drape my finished <a href="http://www.interweave.com/knit/interweave_knits/Galleries/bonus/fall_2006/swallowtail.asp">Swallowtail</a>, from <a href="http://www.interweave.com/knit/interweave_knits/Default.asp">Interweave Knits</a>, in silky blue-gray <a href="http://www.sundarayarn.typepad.com/">Sundara</a> yarn, around her shoulders. What was that? Finished? Oh no, hardly. Hmm? Progress pic? Ahem, well let's just say I'm expanding my skill set learning the provisional cast-on. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/82348354@N00/293449957/">Here's</a> where I'm at, hardly blog-worthy. . .<br /><br />And now for an actual finished object:<br /><br /><center><a href="http://static.flickr.com/111/293467999_25829a1aa0.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/111/293467999_25829a1aa0_m.jpg" border="0" /></a></center><br />A kleenex case I made from felt (worked on until 2:30 am last night, per my m.o.) You should see the bags under my eyes! As if it isn't bad enough to be 38, I seem to be trying my best to look it too!!! Inspired by <a href="http://mylittlemochi.typepad.com/">my little mochi's</a> <a href="http://mylittlemochi.typepad.com/photos/completed_projects/dscf0027.html">adorable creations</a> as seen in my recently received copy of <a href="http://www.snowbooks.com/thecrafterscompanion/">The Crafter's Companion</a>. You MUST go and get this - it is lovely and inspiring! Ah, to have a studio. . .<br /><br />And, finally, here's a teaser of what I'm sending my <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/funoldnew/">partner</a> in <a href="http://greenbeanbaby.typepad.com/main/">Green Bean Baby's</a> <a href="http://greenbeanbaby.typepad.com/main/2006/10/for_the_elves_a.html">Vintage Christmas Swap</a>. I hope she likes it!!! I'll be sure to post more pictures after it's been received. This is probably my longest standing craft hobby - I've been making these for over 20 years. Geez, maybe I should retitle this post: "There was an old lady. . ."<br /><br /><center><a href="http://static.flickr.com/119/293467993_63c94c29dd.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/119/293467993_63c94c29dd_m.jpg" border="0" /></a></center><br /><center><a href="http://static.flickr.com/107/293468014_f531659d36.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/107/293468014_f531659d36_m.jpg" border="0" /></a></center><br />Before I go, please let me know if I'm going overboard with the links. Personally, I love to follow links from one place to another. It's like being on a magical adventure without a map. . .sknittymamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01161805124907284546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26175857.post-1162663284152643412006-11-04T09:51:00.000-08:002007-11-18T20:45:59.487-08:0044 Things You Could Care Less About1. FIRST NAME? Inga<br /><br />2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Hmm. Well, my name means "warrior's daughter" so go figure.<br /><br />3. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY? Last week.<br /><br />4. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? More than some, less than others.<br /><br />5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCHMEAT? Mortadella.<br /><br />6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Definitely! I have a great sense of adventure and am always up for new experiences.<br /><br />7. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL? This is it.<br /><br />8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yes.<br /><br />9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? Not on my life. I tandem-parachuted once, about 13 years ago, and would <em>possibly</em> (read: probably never!) do that again, but the <em>idea itself</em> of bungee jumping makes me nauseous.<br /><br />10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Kasha with butter and salt.<br /><br />11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? If I'm wearing shoes with laces, which is rare. In the summer, I live in flip flops.<br /><br />12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? I'd like to say yes, but in all honesty, not really.<br /><br />13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR? Mint chocolate chip.<br /><br />14. SHOE SIZE? 7.<br /><br />5. RED OR PINK? Red in practice, pink in theory.<br /><br />16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? Let me get back to you later on that. . .<br /><br />17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? Both my grandmothers - so very different, but I miss them both equally and think about them all the time.<br /><br />18. WHAT COLOR PANTS, SHIRT AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Red flannel pajama bottoms, white cotton peasant nightshirt, barefoot. If only I had some handknit socks. . .<br /><br />19. LAST THING YOU ATE? Warm <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Breakfast-Book-Marion-Cunningham/dp/0394555295">bread and butter pudding</a> with cream that I made this morning with a left-over baguette.<br /><br />20. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? My son hammering on the furniture.<br /><br />21. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Blue Gray. Although normally a tolerant and liberal person, I admit to much shock and dismay regarding modern crayon <a href="http://www.factmonster.com/ipka/A0872797.html">colors</a>. Macaroni and cheese? Fuzzy wuzzy brown? I'd rather Lemon yellow and raw umber.<br /><br />22. FAVORITE SMELLS? Real jasmine flowers, David Austin's <a href="http://www.davidaustinroses.com/american/">English Roses</a>, a sunny breeze, my son's skin when he was a baby, hot apple pie, and freshly ground coffee.<br /><br />23. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? My mom. My dad was the first person I spoke to this morning.<br /><br />24. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO? Their ability to laugh at the absurd.<br /><br />25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON YOU STOLE THIS FROM? I'll admit to coming across Laura's blog some time ago and bookmarking it for one reason or another, probably her enjoyable prose and steady-as-it-goes knititude (unlike my fits and starts), but I hardly know her, so I'll hold off on this one. . . <br /><br />26. FAVORITE DRINK? Margaritas. Mmm, salt.<br /><br />27. FAVORITE SPORT? For exercise, swimming. For playing with my son, baseball.<br /><br />28. EYE COLOR? Green.<br /><br />29. HAT SIZE? Small.<br /><br />30. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? No.<br /><br />31. FAVORITE FOOD? Home-made pie, mine that is. If I'm arrogant about one thing only it would be my ability to bake a DAMN GOOD pie.<br /><br />32. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Happy endings.<br /><br />33. SUMMER OR WINTER? Summer.<br /><br />34. HUGS OR KISSES? Hugs AND kisses.<br /><br />35. FAVORITE DESSERT? Pie, pie and more pie.<br /><br />36. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? Currently working on my stack of unread New Yorkers.<br /><br />37. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE Pad? The mouse. And dirt. . .<br /><br />38. WHAT DID YOU WATCH LAST NIGHT ON TV? Nothing, I was trapped on the internet. Usually, any Law & Order, House, Rescue Me, Saved, Grey's Anatomy, The Closer, The Shield, Cold Case, Project Runway, What Not to Wear (anything that I'm wearing!). Yes, I like TV and I AM ashamed of it. . .<br /><br />39. FAVORITE SOUNDS? The noise of nature when everything else is quiet.<br /><br />40. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Bob Dylan.<br /><br />41. THE FURTHEST YOU'VE BEEN FROM HOME? France, when I was 16.<br /><br />42. WHAT'S YOUR SPECIAL TALENT? Obsessive attention to detail when I care enough; oh, and baking delicious pies!<br /><br />43. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Berkeley, California.<br /><br />44. WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? Pinched it from <a href="http://lauraknitting.blogspot.com/">Laura</a>.sknittymamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01161805124907284546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26175857.post-1162602285337656702006-11-03T16:07:00.000-08:002007-11-20T11:35:20.265-08:00Pretty In PinkWhen I'm in the groove, I knit fast and hard. My enthusiasm and determination propel me forward long into the night, needles clicking when I should be <a href="http://sknittymama.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-are-obsession.html">sleeping</a>. Some might even call me obsessive. . . ; ) Conversely, I'm often slow to get started on a new project, second guessing every element of the process - yarn choice, pattern, needles (swatch did you say? but isn't guessing so much more "adventurous!?") Despite my aversion to swatching, I whole-heartedly approve of it and fully recognize the benefits, which is why I often have such a difficult time at the onset of a project, refusing to swatch, but refusing, also, to just dive in. In fact, this dilemna says a lot about who I am - an inherently lazy, procrastinating, perfectionist. It's a wonder I ever accomplish anything, sitting as I do, on my ass, anxiously twiddling my thumbs!<br /><br />My intent for blogging today was to document my stash, my WIPs, and my pending projects, possibly with the intent of shaming myself into some knitting action, but the light was so murky that I was unable to capture any decent pictures. Instead I'll post two pictures for <a href="http://www.grumperina.com/knitblog/archives/2006/11/im_no_stranger.htm">Kathy</a>. What I won't do for the illustrious <a href="http://www.grumperina.com/knitblog/">Grumperina</a>. . .<br /><br />I gifted this hat to a friend's daughter, but first insisted my son model it for my records. He wasn't particularly amenable to this, not because the hat is pink, which color he is very fond of, but because he is a boy and rarely stops moving! I was lucky to get the first altogether better shot, focused and with good composition, but my personal favorite is the second. Just look at his expression in that picture. <a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2137884/">Priceless.</a> Oh, and in the background is the lovely quilt that my grandmother Dora made in 1935. Vintage doesn't get any better.<br /><br /><center><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1239/2733/1600/DSCF0844.3.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1239/2733/200/DSCF0844.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1239/2733/1600/DSCF0849.3.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1239/2733/200/DSCF0849.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><a href="http://www.knittingatknoon.com/FSsunhats.html">Eyelet Ruffle Hat</a><br /><a href="http://www.theyarnco.com/brand_display/56">Clip</a> yarn, color 196</center>sknittymamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01161805124907284546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26175857.post-1162234884236089522006-10-30T10:41:00.000-08:002007-11-18T20:46:28.990-08:00Mommy DearestOkay, so perhaps I'm being a little hard on myself. . .<br /><br />But really, sometimes I do feel like I just manage to stay on this side of the line between "nurturing, rational, attached mama" and "she who should be publicly flogged and not allowed to breed further."<br /><br />I've been thinking, as all new bloggers must, about how I will use my blog and what it will reveal about me. Naturally, I want to use it as a venue for sharing my creative work and facilitating an exchange of ideas and encouragement with all of you wonderful knitters, crafters, makers and bakers out there in the blogisphere. However, I also want to have an outlet for sharing some of my personal trials and tribulations, particulary, but not only, as they relate to my role as mama. Shall we say, a space where I can rant now and then and perhaps some kind soul out there will make a point to tell me that I'm not alone? Of course, I have my family and friends, and they've been more than supportive, don't get me wrong. Still, and let's get down to the nitty-gritty here, it's been over 30 years since my mom had a toddler and neither one of us were a boy! My sister doesn't have any children, yet. And my mama friends, from my distorted and self-referential point-of-view, get it right more times than not. Now, I really do know that they suffer much of the same self-doubt as I do, but it's not always apparent.<br /><br />So, let's state the obvious. I LOVE my son. I would NOT trade him in for another. He enriches my life immensely. For the most part, I think I succeed as a parent. I am loving and generous, I provide ample opportunities for social, emotional and intellectual stimulation and growth. But, sometimes I just SUCK. Sometimes, I want hours to myself, where I can read or craft, uninterrupted, without having to guide his activities constructively or, ahem, guiltily allow him to watch TV so that I am free to go about my business. It's usually educational, and it's rarely more than 1 1/2 hours per day, but that's already too much according to many of the "more attentive" moms out there - though less than what the doctor cautions against!<br /><br />Also, I am a control freak. Yes, it's true. I like things my way, thank you very much. Hmm, but so does he. Imagine, if you will, the myriad opportunities for conflict: getting dressed, eating, brushing teeth, choosing a halloween costume, even! Often, my lesser self rears her head, the one that I don't like very much. I try to ignore her, but am not always successful. Let's not discuss the screaming, the bribes or threats, the entirely counter-productive meanness. . . I don't know you well enough, yet, for that.<br /><br />I think I've said enough for now. Thank you for reading this far, I feel much better to have got that off my chest and, lest you take my words too much to heart, let me leave you with a picture and a promise to approach each day, even each moment, as a new beginning:<br /><br /><center><a href="http://static.flickr.com/116/287239224_38af7f18b9.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/116/287239224_38af7f18b9_m.jpg" border="0" /></a></center>sknittymamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01161805124907284546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26175857.post-1162074197076909882006-10-28T15:21:00.000-07:002007-11-18T20:46:46.815-08:00Sleepless In Oakland<center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sknittymama/287491768/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/108/287491768_3a29031f1b_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="In shining armor" /></a></center><br /><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sknittymama/287491758/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/100/287491758_80c0ac27f1_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="En garde!" /></a></center><br />Knight Rider: Chain Mail Dress-up from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/New-Knits-Block-Knitting-Really/dp/1402720653">New Knits on the Block </a>by <a href="http://www.vickiehowell.com/">Vickie Howell</a>.<br /><br />40% completed over a one-week period at a semi-leisurely pace. 60% completed in a mad frenzy of postponed knitting over a 24-hour period.<br /><br />3 hours of sleep last night, 8 hours of knitting.<br /><br />Was it worth it? My little knight eagerly donned his costume this morning, wore it for three hours straight, through progressively warmer weather, without a single complaint, brandishing his sword hither and yon, and looking more perfect than I could have imagined. Yes.<br /><br />I didn't manage to knit the hood, but justify this with "he probably wouldn't wear it anyway, because he's really sensitive to itchy yarn and he gets so hot that he wears short sleeves long into winter." Oy, maybe I'll crank it out in time for All Hallow's Eve. . .<br /><br />Many thanks to Vickie who supplied me with a bag of the discontinued Soiree yarn that the pattern calls for! I had my heart set on this yarn as it really does look like chain mail, so I was thrilled when she came to the rescue. . . .sknittymamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01161805124907284546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26175857.post-1161538392244239332006-10-22T10:14:00.000-07:002007-11-18T20:47:03.531-08:00Muu Muu A No No?<a href="http://static.flickr.com/101/276737619_747bf0b029.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/101/276737619_747bf0b029_m.jpg" border="0" /></a>Yesterday, having the morning to myself, the <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/82348354@N00/276744231/">incorrigible one</a> not in tow, I hit a few estate sales. They were mostly a bust, except for these vintage patterns, buttons and the always welcome pie dish. I was so excited by the short muu muu that I headed straight to the fabric store and bought some lovely 30's repro "frolicking" deer fabric, picturing myself lounging around the house in my too-cute-for-a-thirty-eight-year-old house dress! Am I nuts? When my mom saw the pattern, she couldn't stop snickering. Now I'm thinking of using the fabric for the apron. . . <a href="http://static.flickr.com/70/276737616_c773feffb0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 10px 10px 0px 0px; WIDTH: px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/70/276737616_c773feffb0_m.jpg" border="0" /></a> And that yellow piece of paper underneath the pie plate? The ticket I received for driving without my seatbelt. The only time in YEARS that I have driven unbuckled longer than it takes me to pull away from the curb!<br /><br />And here, hearkening to <a href="http://soulemama.typepad.com/">Amanda's</a> <a href="http://http://soulemama.typepad.com/soulemama/2006/01/corners_of_my_h.html">call</a>, is a "corner of my home," where I drink my coffee or tea, read a few pages, sew into the wee hours of the morning, and bake many pies. We three live in a one-bedroom apartment and I often bemoan not having a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Room-Ones-Own-Virginia-Woolf/dp/0156787334/sr=8-1/qid=1161641999/ref=pd_bbs_1/002-9554351-1964009?ie=UTF8&s=books">room of my own</a>. This will have to do.sknittymamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01161805124907284546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26175857.post-1161285917352009852006-10-19T11:41:00.000-07:002007-11-18T20:47:22.191-08:00I Should Be. . .1. Paying more attention to my family<br />2. Working on the Knight's <a href="http://www.amazon.com/New-Knits-Block-Knitting-Really/dp/1402720653/ref=pd_sxp_f_pt/104-8484260-2844749?ie=UTF8">chain mail</a> for my son's halloween costume<br />3. Reading Kate Atkinson's <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Behind-Scenes-at-Museum-Novel/dp/0312150601/sr=8-2/qid=1161283080/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2/104-8484260-2844749?ie=UTF8">Behind the Scenes at the Museum</a>. I loved <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Case-Histories-Novel-Kate-Atkinson/dp/0316010707/ref=ed_oe_p/104-8484260-2844749?ie=UTF8">Case Histories</a> and am excited to hear her <a href="http://diesel.booksense.com/NASApp/store/IndexJsp?s=storeevents&eventId=328145">read</a> at Diesel, a Bookstore<br />4. Tackling my ever-growing stack of unread <em>New Yorkers</em><br />5. Sleeping<br /><br />Instead...<br /><br />I've discovered the <a href="http://www.thimblecreek.com/">best store</a> ever! It's just a hop, skip and a jump throught the Caldecott tunnel. And I foresee much hopping in my future. Cotton prints, lovely wools, felt (both wool and wool blend), sewing notions, trims, wool embroidery floss - all to feed my ballooning craft habit.<br /><br />A visit yesterday yielded all the bits and pieces that I'll be using for my next creation. I'll post a teaser shot later. . .<br /><br />Meanwhile, Sam would like to say hello.<br /><br /><center><a href="http://static.flickr.com/110/273982620_272e9802b2.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/110/273982620_272e9802b2_m.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></center><br />He's a sharp-dressed man:<br /><br /><center><a href="http://static.flickr.com/106/273984550_61f055f09b.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/106/273984550_61f055f09b_m.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></center><br /><center><a href="http://static.flickr.com/87/273984546_fac71f2789.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/87/273984546_fac71f2789_m.jpg" border="0" /></a></center><br /><br />Rosie's pleased as punch to have a new friend. . . and, ahem, a new nose.<br /><br /><center><a href="http://static.flickr.com/85/273984543_ef51d77f61.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/85/273984543_ef51d77f61_m.jpg" border="0" /></a></center><br /><center><a href="http://static.flickr.com/113/273982639_0fafc78bb5.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/113/273982639_0fafc78bb5_m.jpg" border="0" /></a></center>sknittymamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01161805124907284546noreply@blogger.com0