Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Hurricane Katrina....No Relation

The tragedy that is unfolding in Louisiana, Mississippi and Alabama is a national crisis. The story continues to become more heartbreaking by the hour and the human suffering is overwhelming. We should all give to the Red Cross or other reputable charities. Tonight on your local NBC station from 7-8 they are having a 'telethon'...lets check it out! I'll keep those touched by this tragedy in my thoughts and prayers.

All that said I have a few questions as a knitter, crafter and woman. When the time comes and you, for safety reasons, have to evacuate your home what do you take?

1. Do you pack your yarn stash? I would think so, to while away the hours in a shelter. But I can't help but be haunted by the thought of all that stash...left behind...ruined.

2. I suppose you leave all your crafting stuff behind. Oh, soaked card stock. Say it isn't soooo....

3. Clearly you're only packing one purse...which one...and how do you break it to the others?

4. What do you do with your baskets? Those of you not addicted to Longaberger may not understand this question, but I assure's a valid one. Do you use as many as you can to pack stuff in your car? Do you scurry up and hide them in the attic? Do you put the little ones in ziplocs so they'll float and maybe be saved?

5. How many books do you take? Clearly you'll need entertainment. So you ask yourself, which books would I choose to re-read? Again, do you put your other favorites in ziplocs...and hope.

6. Shoes...see #3.

This may all seem frivolous but I feel I'd go through real emotions in dealing with these questions. You know to pack your wedding and baby pictures, Grandma's wedding band and Grandad's baseball mitt, but what about your favorite daily living items.

I have learned one thing. I need more ziploc bags, and I need much bigger ones!

Don't forget to give! Click below...I've made it that easy!!!

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

It's Only Rock and Roll but I Liketh It...

Ok, it's hard to stick to a blog. Even when it would seem that you have all the time in the world...alas, something else always comes up. Like...Rock Star INXS. I might have mentioned my proclivity for reality tv. I have something to add, I love me some rock and roll, however, my love for this genre evidently has limitations. Let me state here, the Tommy Lee Goes to College show is ridiculously stupid. I know stupid, quite often I like stupid, this stupid is just over the top boring stupid. Got the picture. Back to the good...INXS. There are several reasons to love this show.
1. The Rock and Roll
2. Most of the time is spent on the music, very little on what they had for lunch.
3. While the American public votes, the band makes the final decision.
The 3 singers with the lowest scores for the week voted on by the public (after singing a random Rock song) then sing an INXS song and the band decides which person is then kicked off the show. That way, we don't end up with a non-singing pretty person. Don't make me rehash the Carrie/Beau American Idol debacle people!

But I digress...I haven't been blogging...I'll be better.

I'm still working on the socks in the Knitpicks Dancing. It's great to work with and I'm nearly done a sock. Did I mention I knit at the speed of smell?

In my surfing I found this and I thought you guys would have fun doing it too... Apparently, I'm Marianne Dashwood. Woo hoo. I think the description has me pretty well. Let me know who you all turn out to be most like.
You're Marianne Dashwood from Sense and Sensibilty
by Jane Austen!

Which Classic Female Literary Character Are you?

I was just glad I wasn't a Sylvia Plath character...
Good luck to you all.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

I Smell Good...Pass the Cheese Fries

Good news! New research shows that women wearing a spicy-floral scent were perceived by men to be 12 pounds lighter than their actual weight. Apparently, there was research. Thank the good lord I wasn't involved, I can't imagine signing up, yes please, can people guess my weight. Talk about a slap on the back of the

So, no more dieting, just a LOT of perfume. I figure if I wear a spicy-floral scent, carry a rose and a couple cinnamon sticks, and wear a clove studded lavender necklace, I'll look 36 pounds thinner. Woohoo. Now this was data worth having. Unlike the mating rituals of the three-legged, pink bellied, northern birdamaloo, I can USE this information.

For your non-dieting pleasure I've done a little research of my own:
Lola This one sounds great for those with a little more daring...who doesn't love patchouli.
Marc Jacobs Between the Gardenia and the Ginger, how can you not lose 12 pounds!
Burberry Although this may sound like it needs the word pie after it...quit thinking about food, you're only thinking of food because I said diet, it's only a yummy...scent.

So, throw caution to the wind, have another piece of pizza, that tiramisu after dinner, heck I'm headed to the Krispy Kreme now...cause I know the secret, I'm not fat because of the food, I've been wearing the wrong perfume.

Sunday, August 14, 2005

38th Times a Charm

I can see myself. I'm 15, sitting on a sofa at the foot of the stairs in the family room. My mother is showing me, for the 10th (ok, maybe 20th) time how to knit. She knits, my Grandmother knits...her mother was a knitter. I seem to have it this time, she is watching...I am knitting. The phone rings, she goes upstairs to take the call...cut to 10 minutes later, Mom descending the stairs sees a sad little lump of white knotted yarn lying helplessly on the floor, 2 metal sticks coming out of it at violent acute looking...raving mad disappointed in my failed attempt again at knitting. I feel the weight of generations of knitters. Good news, I'm 15, I'm over the disappointment.

There were many many of these attempts in my life. I am a gluton for punishment, my mother is an eternal optomist. I firmly believe that each time we sat down with the intent of me learning to knit, my mother truly believed I'd get it that time. Gotta love Mom. About 18 months ago, I had the urge again, I must knit. I convinced a friend of mine she should learn too, and my Mom agreed to teach us of course, knowing we'd 'pick it right up.' So, I went out and bought lush yarn, wonderful wooden sticks and a pattern for a scarf (which now makes me giggle...scarf pattern). We sat in the living room and I'd say in about 10 minutes I was knitting. That my friends is the perfectly unromantic ending to this story. I GOT it. Like all of a sudden a switch went off in my brain and it would receive knitting information. My mother said, 'see I knew you could do it' like the previous 37 attempts hadn't happened. At the age of 38, I was a knitter and there was no looking back.

I made scarves like a madwoman that proud that I could make a fuzzy rectangle. I could not only make a fuzzy rectangle, but I could do it with two strands of yarn at the same time. Whoa, check me out. Now I'm making dishcloths, SOCKS, and have started a sweater...

The moral of the story, Mom's always right and 38th times a charm...

Friday, August 12, 2005

Some Like it Hot and Some Sweat When the Heat is On

It's hot. I don't mean (use your best southern accent here) "oh, dahlin' it's wahm out theya"...I mean..."I'M MELLLLTING, I'M MELLLLTING..." Not because someone threw a bucket of water on me, heck, I wish someone would throw a bucket of water on me. The wicked witch was probably just suffering peri-menopause in the heat of the summer, it had nothing to do with the bucket of water....her evaporation was inevitable.

Please reference this post in February when I'm saying..."oh NO my toes are frozen and I can't get my fingers warm enough to knit, I wish it were summer." Remind me...Kathryn you hate summer. No, I seldom need that reminder, I long for the snowy days. See photo below. That is my Nirvana. Stuck in, making a nice pot of soup, knitting, just watching it snow. I always wondered what people who look forward to summer look forward to. I suppose they are the types that love laying by the pool/beach/hose slathered in Coppertone reading a good 'beach book'. Yea, I don't identify with those people. I don't tan. My white Irish skin goes from milk white to apple red in 2.6 seconds (if only that were an exaggeration)...over and over again. I'm white, I'm red, I peel, I'm white, I'm red, I peel, we can play this game as long as there is summer...there is never tan. Issue two, um, where there is tanning, it is hot. For me to join in the summer heat, there must be an ocean breeze, the sound of waves crashing, a huge umbrella on a hotel deck and the type of drink that demands a sword full of cherries. A little eye candy delivering the drinks...also ok by me.

So, as I sit here knitting, I will let the hum of several air conditioners and fans drift me off into the dreamworld that is fall and winter, come with me if you'd like, but bring a scarf!

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

I Can't Get It All Done...

Well, as you may have guessed it didn't snow. Apparently my snow dance has limitations....

I am knitting the sock. Without snow, I feel uninspired to knit a warm fuzzy sweater. There are flaws with this theory of knit the sweaters when it's cold, not the least of which is...I am a slow knitter. If I work earnestly on my sweater when the weather gets cool, I should have it by May July of next year...see there's a big flaw, sweaters aren't so useful in Maryland in July. Especially big woolie ones. Alas, I haven't been able to overcome this issue. Any help would be greatly appreciated. As I mentioned earlier I have a beauiful wool that I really like and what little I've knitted has made up a pretty sweater swatch.

This leads me to the issue of stash. How much is too much? I have more than I can keep in one place, but less than needs it's own room. I kind of thought this was the right amount. There is more out there that I want. The problem being my aforementioned slow issue. I knit at the speed of nap, I should finish what I have...well, never...but I want more...

Of course this all begs the question...when do you read? Which I also do quite slowly... I'm reading Angry Housewives Eating Bonbons by Lorna Landvic. It's a bit of fluff, but quite enjoyable fluff.

So the question of the day, how do you organize your time and get all your fun stuff done? Because until I am snowed in, I'll never get a sweater....

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

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Monday, August 08, 2005

Is There a 12 Step Program for Socks???

Apparently, sock yarn should come with a warning:
Warning, this product is addictive.

Saturday I attempted to jump into a sweater. Lovely yarn, lovely pattern, lovely intentions....right up until I remembered the Knitpicks Dancing sock yarn I had in the cupboard. Mmmmm...more socks. My mind started to wander, my hands started to shake, a fine bead of sweat formed on my brow. I called my mother for reinforcement. "You can always work on the sweater when it's cooler, make more socks now."

I'm making socks, Mom said it's o.k.....I believe the word you're looking for is The Dancing is a delicious feeling fiber that stretches just a tad. Should be good and comfy. I have two different Dancing colorways in my stash not to mention a beautiful striping yarn in Vineyard of theirs also. I may never leave sockland. Thus the warning for the label. Do not start socks unless you are prepared to make .....socks...only socks... For those of you that saw Anchorman, socks socks socks...I love socks. (Ok, obscure reference)

Saturday, August 06, 2005

Sox In the City

Behold the Sox.
I feel an unusual sense of accomplishment. I know to a better knitter they are just socks. To me...I have reached the summit of Everest...for so many reasons.
1. It's a pair. Not one sock that sadly lived a life of solitude do to my, lets say short attention span...a pair people.
2. They are good. I do not mean this to be bragging I simply mean..Holy cow, these things are actually good enough to wear.
3. They fit my foot. I list this as an accomplishment because I had to change the pattern. CHANGE THE PATTERN and it worked, they fit...I'm like freakin' Donna Karan here people.

This is my first real sense of knitting accomplishment. I have made many many dishcloths, a tote or two, heck I even felted one...but this is my first, and I know this word is a stretch...garment!

I am going to go now...and stare at the socks some more...on my feet...

Friday, August 05, 2005

Day One - Fingers Crossed - Difficult to knit...

There is a bandwagon. I've seen it several times as it's flown by...full of merry makers sharing, laughing, having a good time. I felt left out. I have something to say...I think. I have knitting to show...kind of. So as it rattled by this time, the bandwagon that is, I jumped on. Welcome to my blog. I am new at blogging and not much more experienced at knitting. I however, am not new at talking to much...alas, the blog.

The name - Knititude. For those who don't know me. Well, attitude, be it good or bad...I've been accused of having it. Why is it that it always seems to have a negative connotation? I personally see it as a sign of life.

at·ti·tude n.
A manner of acting.
A relatively stable and enduring predisposition to behave or react in a characteristic way.

Do I have an enduring predisposition to behave in a characteristic way, yea, what of it, I mean, yes, I suppose I might. I love my family dearly and hold my friends close to my heart. I believe despite no one saying life is fair, that we should strive in our own behavior to seek fairness, equity... I think common sense is more valuable than most other character traits. AND I believe that while reality tv shows may not really be reality, in my world they are and they are immensely entertaining. Lets call them my guilty pleasure. OK, that last one isn't really about my attitude, but I felt it was important that you should know this about

So I will knit with attitude. Blog with attitude. This is not bad attitude simply more umph than apathy, more huahh than huh... welcome!!!