I LOVE this commercial! Those little boys…I just want to kiss their little faces and ruffle their little hair!
Every time it’s on, I must pause what I’m doing, watch it, squee, then resume my normal activities.
And now, I shall have a permanent record of my favorite commercial. And I shall watch it repeatedly, and squee every time. And it shall be good.
Remember this post? I mentioned a shawl that I made and wasn’t in love with, and asked if I should block it or not.
After writing that post, I let the shawl languish on our bedroom radiator for weeks, unblocked.
Then, when I was blocking the pieces of a sweater, I decided to just go ahead and block this durn thing as well. Sort of a ‘what the hey’ thing. I dunked it before I could change my mind, so there was no going back.
And now? The shawl isn’t half bad. I don’t love it as much as my invisibility shawl or my Stardust shawl, but I do quite like it.
I think I’ll keep it 
.
Details:
Yarn: Fleece Artist Somoko in a forgotten colorway.
Pattern: Adaptation of Cosmicpluto’s Simple Yet Effective Shawl
Notes: This was my first train knitting project, when I first started at my current job.
My inspiration on this shawl started with the yarn, and its complex, rich jewel tones. The yarn is oh-so-slightly silky, but it’s still a fair amount of stiff wooliness. I took these traits, coupled with Pillars of the Earth which I was reading at the time, and came up with the idea of a medieval shawl: one in a simple top-down triangular shape, inspired by 12th-century Europe. The emerging artistic culture and more ‘refined’ civilization, while still deep in the throws of living for surviving. A time that was in the middle of the transition between the muck of early European civilization, and the beauty and artistry of the Renaissance period.
I did the stst and reverse stst sections of random widths. I put a row of YO, k2tog’s near the end, and did the last few rows in garter stitch in an attempt to stomp out the stockinette curl. Marginal success, but it’s not really that big a deal, I guess.
Kate Hoops, if you were born to Sarah Palin, your name would be:
Crust Scramble Palin
Who knows, Crust Scramble Palin you just might be president one day!
Find out your “Spawn of Sarah Palin” name here:
http://politsk.blogspot.com/2008/09/sarah_13.html
Well? What did you get?
This morning I pulled on my precious pink Lucchesse boots for the first time this season, and as I felt the familiar shape and texture and perfect, absolutely broken-in fit, I started thinking about all the places these boots have been. (They’re made for walking, you see.)
As y’all know, I’ve had, and treasured, my pink boots for a long time.
They’ve been on many adventures around Kirksville:
(This was the sidewalk near the Truman campus. Because I know you can’t tell. That’s OK. I couldn’t either.)
They’ve served as accessories in all of my knitwear modelling adventures: 
They’ve been worn by people other than me:
(The return of Black Circle-Headedness!)
And adored by little fashionistas everywhere:
(Yes, she’s kissing them)
The boots have been from Baldwin City, Kansas to Chicago and everywhere in between. The boots have walked the entire Magnificent Mile (and back!), and have spent days traipsing around the Maple Leaf festival in the middle-of-nowhere. I haven’t taken any big trips lately, but I’m sure that when I do, the boots will go too.
But now the boots are on a new adventure:
The boots are out of their element:
And the boots are unhappy.
But the boots just need to be patient, they’ll leave as soon as they can.
Hang in there, boots.
PS> Don’t forget to vote for Maxie, and comment so you’ll be entered in the contest!
I need a favor, y’all. Go here:
http://www.kansascity.com/238/story/792144.html
And vote for Maxie! Then email all your loved ones and pester them to do the same. I’ll be eternally, forever grateful. Grateful enough to offer a wonderful, astounding, mysterious prize. Just vote, then come back here and leave a comment. I’ll take your word for it, ’cause I’m just trusting like that.
And you’ll have to take my word for it that this prize is earth-shatteringly awesome. It’s a trust relationship we have, amigas.
Winner will be selected once the polling ends, and has absolutely no basis on whether or not Maxie actually wins or not.
Maxie ‘08!
Gwendomama sent me here:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/09/01/palin-on-abortion-id-oppo_n_122924.html
So I’m sharing the “love” and sending you all over here:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/adam-mckay/were-gonna-frickin-lose-t_b_124772.html
And then this one:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/09/07/report-mccain-pushed-woma_n_124615.html
Which I included purely for comedic effect, and I don’t mind telling y’all that I sat here in front of my computer for a *long time* trying to figure out what the big deal was. Too long. Way too long. Need more coffee.
At least I got an lol out of this one:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/09/09/abc-interviews-palins-clo_n_125062.html
Canada is looking more and more appealing, especially because it has these:
I bet Sarah Palin kills baby polar bears for fun.
In my Gmail inbox Friday morning:
(“Victoria’s Secret Fall Trend Alert: Pants.”)
I am SO glad to hear that pants are on-trend again. I was getting really tired of the funny looks I got whenever I went out without them.
Some people just don’t get fashion, y’know?
This message has been brought to you by brought to you by Lindsey Lohan. And by pants.
Hitting up Goodwill on Saturday mornings is fast becoming one of my favorite activities. Jeff sleeps in, I get up and run to Goodwill.
Some really good finds today. I went looking for sweaters to frog and re-knit, but didn’t have much luck in that arena–I think they may be more few-and-far-between than Ravelry (well, some Ravellers at least) would have me believe.
So anyway. That didn’t happen. But you know me, other stuff did:
First up, this sweet little bed pillow:
Brand new, and I suspect its origin was Target (like so many other items at this Goodwill).
I think it’ll look great once I get the rest of the bedroom decorated to my tastes–this fits in really well with the idea that I’m going for in here (uh, I’m writing this from the bedroom. So, “here” not “there.” See?)
(note: our $20.00 Wal-Mart blue down-like comforter does not factor into the bedroom decor plan, and shall be disposed of as soon as a suitable alternative is found. Just in case you care. Which you don’t. But it’s Ok–Jeff doesn’t either, and he freaking LIVES here.)
I briefly browsed the clothing racks–summer stuff was 50% off–but didn’t put too much effort into it:
Wool tailored dress pants–Gap–$3.00, a under-sweater-y cami for like $0.75, and this:
Which was found crumpled in a big cardboard box at the back of the store. And it’s only the sweetest vintage-inspired cotton shirt imaginable. I’m completely enamored.
Can’t you imagine it with a little lace sweater overtop, and broken-in jeans and some Born flats? I can. Wait…that’s what I tried it on with. 
It was also book sale day ($0.70 paperbacks!) so I made quite a haul in that department:
Top to bottom:
Mrs. Kimble by Jennifer Haigh
The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd (heard of this one, haven’t read it before)
The Point of Return by Siddhartha Deb
Welcome to My Planet by Shannon Olson
The Bhagavad-Gita (I’ve read parts of this in various classes in college, but never the whole thing. Very excited about this one.
Blessed are the Cheesemakers by Sarah-Kate Lynch
Enemy Women by Paulette Jiles (I think I did read, or was supposed to read, or something….this for a class in college. Secret about English majors: we read a ton, but it was physically impossible to read everything we were assigned. Hence the amount of BS pervading the department)
The True and Outstanding Adventures of the Hunt Sisters by Elisabeth Robinson
Sammy’s Hill by Kristin Gore
Books = <3.
And now, Jeff and I are off to spend (at least part of) the day at the Botanical Gardens. Should be fun!
Note to self:
Self, the next time you buy yarn, you are *forbidden* to buy blue or purple!
Because this? Seeing it all together in one place? It’s a bit ridiculous.
Love,
Self
Off to buy some nice pink yarn. Or red. Or black. Or… blue-green and purple.
Not my fault they’re the prettiest colors ever.
