Write (a blog)

Move along, nothing to see here. I’m just testing the Wordpress application from the App Store on iTunes. It seems to be working just fine, but it still takes me forever to type on my iPod.

I don’t see myself using this all the time, but it will come in handy while I’m away on vacation. So I can be a true internet geek and blog while I’m away. I know! Lucky you!!!

Just a little FYI for my blog readers (and Plurk friends!) I only have 3 yarns in my shop, but they’re all really nice yarns, and they’re all on sale now until July 30th because I’m going on vacation on the 31st. They are all marked 50% off the original prices.

Take a peek!

Once I get back from vacay, I will get back into the groove of things and be making more knitting pouches and spinning yarns again.

My mom, my daughter and I went out to lunch on Saturday on our way to the nail salon. We shared a platter on which had some fried oysters. I love oysters.

As I was eating one, I crunched down on something hard, like a huge piece of sand, so I spit it out. It was a pearl. A real honest to goodness pearl. Fresh from an oyster.

It tips the scale at nearly 1/10 of an inch. 0.082″ to be exact which is roughly 2mm.

Ok, so I can’t retire off it, I couldn’t even pay for the meal with it. But the waitress though it was neat.

It is the right size for a nose stud though…

I haven’t gotten my mail except for 1 day this week. Why? A giant space hog, gas guzzling, ostentatious Hummer has been parked in front of my mail box. That’s why.

Ok, well not directly in front of it, but close enough to where my mail carrier decided that it was inconvenient for him to try to reach my mailbox, so he skipped me every day that damn Hummer was here. Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. This is especially annoying because I’m waiting on a couple deliveries.. yarn and stitch markers! Torturous!!

So I should probably go yell at my neighbors, right? Yeah, but here’s the thing. They know about this mail issue. They tell everyone, don’t block the mailbox when the mail comes. And for the most part they’ve been very good about moving cars when the mail guy is coming down the street.

But this isn’t their Hummer. This behemoth belongs to their daughter’s boyfriend (or assumed boyfriend). Who is apparently very fixated on her because that Hummer is here all week, day and night. (She’s 20 years old, btw.) And mom and dad are gone at work around the time the mail comes, so there’s no one to make sure the car is moved. Oh and last week we had the same problem, only it was his Porsche parked out front which was a little easier for the mailman to get around. I have to be clear though, I’m not actually mad at anyone, there’s like no place to park and my neighbor has 5 drivers in their household not to mention all the friends coming and going. Unfortunately, the space in front of my house is like the only place left to park.

Ok… whatever. That’s all besides the point anyway. So I go to the post office to collect my mail today and ask if there’s any reason I can’t move my mailbox from one side of my driveway to the other. This would completely alleviate the parking issue as there’s no room to park in front of the box on the other side because it’ll be snugly between two driveways. The lady says no, you can’t move it.

What? Why on earth can’t I? She says… get this… “you can’t move it because the mail carrier is on a set schedule and moving your mailbox can affect that time.”

She said that to me with a straight face so I can only assume she was serious.

In my head I’m thinking that we’re talking about 15 feet down a path that he drives anyway, around the circle. And if my mail was delivered at the same second every day, I might be able to understand why moving my mailbox would change his schedule, but it can be an hour late one day, an hour early the next and I can’t tell you how many times my neighbors have gotten my mail and vice versa. But I held my tounge. Catching flies with honey, you know…

“You’d have to get authorization from the Delivery Supervisor”

I attempt to wipe the dumbfounded look off my face and ask if I could speak to him. “Sure, I’ll go get him.” The next teller at the counter took this opportunity to tell me, “I know it sounds a little, um… [I interject "Crazy?"] *he chuckles* “Yes. But there are rules.”

A few minutes later the supervisor comes out to meet me holding all of my undelivered mail. And he smiles and before I can even explain my situation he says yes I can move my mailbox as he just spoke to my mail carrier who described everything.

So that’s that. The mailbox moving has commenced. Wee!

But I still didn’t get my yarn or stitchmarkers. BLARG.

Another FO! I feel so productive!!

These are the cutest baby booties ev-ah! They *look* like shoes and socks, but are actually one piece with a buttoned strap to help keep them on a wiggly baby’s feet. Called Baby Merry-Janes, by BekahKnits on Etsy. And they are the CUTE! The “sock” part is knit with leftover yarn from Honeybee (see previous post) so they have that little bit of glitz and bling from the real silver in the yarn.

These are for Ellie, my newest niece born  just 2 weeks ago. If Sherri (Mom) is seeing this blog post, act surprised, I just had to share their cuteness.

Honeybee Stole is FINISHED!! Hurrah!! Can you hear the fanfare?

I started Honeybee in August of last year. I can not believe I dragged my feet on this for a year. Well, ok, I can believe it. I think I drag things out on purpose because I LIKE the knitting more than having something finished. When it’s finished, the fun is over. But I was really wanting to finish this because I have some other lovely yarns that need to be knit up!

Honeybee is knit with Kraemer’s Sterling yarn. The little bits of glitz are REAL pure silver fibers.

Honeybee’s Rav page (if you’re on Ravelry)

Now… what to start next? Heehee hee!

I finally finished one of the Pirate Sox. Finally. Like Sydney said, “well that took forever.”

Agreed.

   

I started these a loooong time ago, so I’ll refresh your memory. The skull and crossbone pattern is from Adrian Bizilia’s We Call Them Pirates hat. I wanted to make a pair of fair isle socks and the chart for that hat worked perfectly with the number of stitches in the sock.  Everything else was made up as I went along.

These will be for Sydney. She asked how long till the other one’s done. I said “forever”. Heh.

Oh, and here’s a puppy pic for you, just incase you need some happy.