10.31.07
Posted in knitting, socks at 11:22 pm by wendy
I have been.
Also, I got my copy of IK Winter 2007 today in the mail. Yay. Nice lines, simple, a good article on sleeve cap shaping design. The designs remind me of the ones I find flipping through the vintage mags, so that might be a reflection of Eunny Jang’s tastes, but I like it. Why spend all that time knitting something that’s out of trend by the time you’re done?
Also, all hail the full figured models! Or, if not full, well-equipped. Yay dirty pillows!
I finally finished the Cedar Creek Socks–the dragging of the project only indicates my crapulence in time management (and maybe a little of the size 11 on US size 1 needles) and have assembled almost all the ingredients of the apologies for being so late package they’ll be journeying in.
I really love the stitch pattern & the cute picot edging, although I think I’d follow your own numbers for lengths on the heel flap and toe shaping.
I used chart D of the Rogue pattern repeated 3 times for the body of a hat I made for my second cousin. (The son of my cousin). I sped up the decreasing of the pattern toward the end. Don’t worry, it doesn’t look conehead on and it fits him perfectly. (shot below is of me though, he was fussing when they tried it on him).
I stopped by Two Sisters and Ewe and snagged some of their Lana Gatto’s Berroco Suede lookalike that was on sale and paired it with their other yarn (the name escapes me) that mimics Berocco’s Plush but with longer fringe and a higher pricepoint, and made some Uggs. Don’t ask me why. I think they are cute on babies.
It’ll be a while before they’ll fit the recipient, but hey, they’re Uggs. (whatever that means)
While I was supposed to be studying for my FAA written exam, I knit this:
Marnie Maclean’s Halley Comet Hat.
I love the top, but it totally looks like crap on me. You need long hair (or at least enough for a little flip out the bottom) to look good in this. But it was nervous avoidance random holiday gift-knitting anyway.
There’s been other knitting, but I don’t have piccies.
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10.26.07
Posted in Uncategorized at 8:21 pm by wendy
The smoke hasn’t cleared, but there are two pieces of news that just can’t wait.
First off, Cristina finally finished that project she was working on…well, I guess finished isn’t the word…I hear these mini-people need a lot of work even after a 40 week incubation period.
I thought I’d post just the first pic, but upon opening these up for trimming and resizing, I realized that the look Peter had moved onto Cristina’s face and hers moved to his, which I thought was really cool couple phenomenon.
Check it out:
7 lbs, 9 oz. and 20 inches long and all fabulous new human being.
Yay!
Welcome to the planet!
(okay, welcome to the planet outside of the inside of Cristina ;)).Okay, and my big news which is relatively minor (hehheh, that’s kind of a pun) compared to the creation, formation, and successful delivery of a new person…
Grammy, if you’re reading this, STOP NOW. We’re going to take you out to a lovely dinner at Chez Loma before we tell you this. We love you. We want to break it gently over spinach and duck bacon salad and filet mignon and a mellow but robust red.
…but we FINALLY got our transfer out of here!
I do love San Diego.
But the city has changed since I first fell in love with it as a teenager, and I’ve changed too.
(Long story short: I grew up here, went away to boarding school in a foggy northern California town, finished high school spending nearly every day surfing in Coronado [it’s the O.C. of San Diego ;)], worked and saved two years through community college and got a transfer to CSU Sacramento where I thought I could afford to pay for college and eat and still pay for rent [$350 for a 1 bd/1ba w hdwd flrs! (in the ghetto where everything you have that you don’t watch all the time gets stolen! who knew?)] and while the college thing didn’t work out, at the job I found the most fabulous man…)
When we looked at moving back here, the houses were at least somewhat affordable (at least to our then-Bay Area eyes) and my Mom lived here and my Dad lived here and since we spent half of our vacations driving south to visit his parents and the other half my parents we thought we’d live somewhere next to one set of them and save time and since my parents lived in the prettiest part of California…;)
But my Mom has since passed away and my Dad lives much of the year in Arizona, and we can’t afford the land we want with the commute we want with the house we want on it …and truth is, San Diego’s changed.
We’ve changed.
We put in for a transfer six months after we got here.
That was over four years ago.
My Mom was talking about getting a place where we were going to be and we were paying special attention to properties with “in-law units” (heheh) or guest cottages etc. on it but nothing was going to happen until the state gov’t coughed up a transfer to one of our top four.
And thanks to a bunch of lazy-state-teat-sucking-dishonest-corrupt pigs and the bureaucratic justice so slowly visited upon them…we have a transfer!
To what was in our hearts our number one but on the transfer list our number two! Whheeeee! That’s the shizzle, yo!
Yay Yreka!
It’s not on the coast, but it’s less expensive than Eureka (our #1) and has a biodiesel coöp nearby. Also Mt. Shasta. And Ashland, Oregon.
Space to stretch out, space to be, space for us and our little family. I’ll finally get to use my snowshoes!
Frankly, we’ve been waiting so long, hoping so long, putting things off & wondering & waiting for so long, it’s kind of hard to believe.
Imagine living your life in three month increments, planning your life in trimesters. And you’ll know why on the one hand, for our friends, I am so excited by their new little futures, and, why I am hesitant and reticent and hoping for the best, come what may.
It’s hard to plan your life that way, but wow, am I looking forward to that new place.
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10.22.07
Posted in random at 11:54 pm by wendy
Yeah, I haven’t posted in a while. Yeah, San Diego county is on fire and it’s a lovely little repeat of the 03 Cedar Fire with the incomplete and inaccurate reporting of fire locations and conditions and endless repetition of useless information–wheezing is a sign of smoke irritation! Really!?! Simply shocking. Let’s go back to Qualcomm! Oh, aren’t we San Diegans such amazing generous people! Oh, sorry, is there a fire in the East County? Do rich people live there? No, well…back to our reporter in Rancho Santa Fe!
So, I’m going to ignore this. I will catch up on everything else when I can, and I’m going to go for silly and useless and random and whatever I have on the memory card that doesn’t take much exposition.
So without further ado:
Look how fat Cristina has gotten! This alpaca just can’t believe it.
My Big Bunny soloed! (He piloted a plane at one of the busiest general aviation airports in the United States on a busy day safely all by his lonesome! I have to admit I was very nervous, but all his landings were beautiful.)Here he is post solo with his instructor, Bob Lewis, quite a handsome man himself:
This is my favorite pic of the post solo party–and I didn’t take it. My instructor did.
I know.a) he should be wearing a belt, because he is more bootylicious than this pic indicates,
and
b) I may have to kick my instructor’s @ss for Love Rights to the Big Man 
And this is a picture of a correctly oriented rudder bumper tang on my plane (well, not my plane, but the one I usually fly):
This is important. (warning: NTSB pdf) (I told you this post would be semi-random memory card stuff).Ooh, random & flipping back–here’s
Sophie looking cute in the handknit cardigan
Nancy made her:
Good facial expressions, eh?Anyway, so Nick soloed on the 12th, and I spanked it out on the 18th. Here’s the obligatory pic:
So that’s the best of the latest that’s been going on with us. We haven’t been able to go flying since, because of work and suchforth–we were house-sitting at my Dad’s in Deerhorn Valley and left to go to his place in Tombstone for a family gathering. We came back just in time for flames on both sides of the I-8 and the road closed to the way to his place. So we went to ours.
And that’s all there is until the smoke clears.
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