A little knit talk from Grey's

Two great tastes that taste great together - knitting and Grey's Anatomy. Yum! Read it here.

Here I Am

Yes, I am here. I am working and knitting and watching a lot of Murder She Wrote. My current knitting project needs a proper picture but I have seriously been working a bit crazy and haven't taken any.












But this KUDDLES license plate is a reassuring little thing on a gloomy evening when I'm too sleepy. I may be sleepy because last night Jac and I went OUT to see a BAND. Shocking, I know. Upon our arrival at the coffee house/music hall I immediately felt old. Very, very, old. But that didn't actually make sense since much of the audience was older than us. While listening to the band I swear to God I actually fantacized about knitting.

Our Christmas shopping is basically DONE, or so my credit cards tell me. I did manage to go on a shopping bender on Cyber Monday and pretty much cleared the decks. We've got our tree up at the river and we'll decorate it this weekend. We only get to see it I guess two weekends before Christmas so we better get hopping.

Notorious Hot Dog

So Jac and I headed to his hometown of Lynchburg this weekend to help his parents with his Nana's old house. We put in some time Saturday morning and then headed out to a little neighborhood spot for lunch. I looked around with some trepidation as we were led way to the back and an open table.

I ordered a hot chocolate and a moment later a large posse arrived beside us.




































Yes, that would be the most notorious resident of Lynchburg. He had the broccoli cheese soup and a hot dog with all the fixin's. Several people came over to chat him up. Somehow I wasn't hungry anymore.

I have been getting some knitting done. I finished one of the funky scarves for my cousin and started a new eyelet pattern something or other with my green Stitches East yarn. This week will be devoted first to work, then to cooking and finally to knitting and football.

Knitting is Taking Place

Proof:















It's called Sunshine and it's going to be twins. What could be better when you are a 12 year old girl than two matching crazy-ass scarves for you and your BFF?!

A Lot Like Christmas

When I was dating my very first boyfriend, my mom told me losing your virginity is like opening a Christmas present. It's a good thing she didn't say it was like election night or I would have been deflowered much younger.

I am an avowed political junky. My fifth grade teacher had us dialed into the Presidential race between Reagan and Mondale. We had our classroom election and Mondale won handily. --With something like 85% of the vote. So I was totally shocked that night when I watched state after state electing Reagan. I think Mrs. Morrison may have had a little influence in how we felt about the election.

I've voted red and blue, I really do believe it depends on the person, the issues, and the times. But what could be more exciting about election night? I mean I'm a girl who lives for "Breaking News" and election night is Nothing But. One of the most hellish classes in my Political Science major program was Political Statistics. Oh my dear heavens, could we work up some crazy statistical scenarios, but it was incredibly fun to see how issues break down. We have the freedom and mobility that allows us to generally choose where we live, often selecting unconsciously or not, like-minded people down to the neighborhood level. And yet election night reminds us, whether we like it or not, what everyone else in the country thinks. It really is fascinating that the same events can make us both feel more connected and more disjointed than at any other time of the year.

And yes, I did just compare politics to sex. I think it works 'cause sometimes it blows your mind and sometimes you just get screwed. Doh.

Photography Not Permitted

So, how was Stitches East you might ask. Well, I am glad I went, but I wanted MORE. There were more than 200 vendors there. It was well-stocked and well-attended. I am glad I got there right when they opened Friday because the big name stalls were a madhouse once the folks showed up. I bought two skeins each of two yarns including a lovely mohair silk blend.

But there was NO PHOTOGRAPHY ALLOWED. That put a major crimp in my day. The official announcement over the PA claimed we couldn't take photos because of all the wonderful patterns on display and that we shouldn't be able to take pictures of them and then go replicate them without paying for the pattern. But come on. I just wanted to take pictures of the yarn, and the oh so creative applications of that yarn worn by the attendees. I mean I saw this one chick in a chunky hot pink full body poncho that was not to be believed. And oh what a rich blogging experience it would have been.

But I couldn't even find my perfect knitting bag at Stitches East. Sure, I saw a few bags (far fewer than I'd hoped) but most of them started at $150. Insanity!

So yes, I would go again, but I think I would sign up for a class next time to make it a bit worthwhile. Also there weren't any blogger meetups so I was just kind of squinting around trying to see if I recognized anyone from the Interwebs.

Wicked Witch of the South

I don't know why, but I am watching the Florida Senate debate. Katherine Harris says BOTH "so-sal security" AND "ah-GAIN". She just had an answer where she kept saying this over and over. You know, I think she may actually say "Sea-KURity". Yes, there you go, she just said it again. Good Lord.










Oh dear heavens, she also says "oft-ten".

Confessions of a Barefoot Woman

It all started out so hopefully - an October of socks. A month in which I would cast on and complete at least my first pair of socks. But then there were the real life calamities and catastrophes that were more important. There were the birthdays and craziness of work.

The un-cast on sock yarn sits quietly in my bag, where I dolefully moved it after returning from Atlanta this month, with little hope of casting on. The other day I did five weeks of my timesheets for work. It felt like an eternity ago and yet also like the last five weeks happened in a second.

So farewell Socktoberfest. I am cautiously optomistic about November. The leaves are still mostly on the trees, full of color. I am planning Thanksgiving at the river and looking forward to the feast and festivities. My Hokies are unranked at the moment, but hopefully there's some viewing value left. I have cast on this monochromatic log cabin somethingorother and think it's pretty cool so far.

And besides, it's 72 degrees outside, so I guess it's okay to go...