I Hung My Head

Tired, plainly, completely, udderly, tired.  Too many gypsies knocking at my door. It’s time I think, for some mental absence. Time to escape from other people’s ideals of what and who I should be and just take a break to remember who I really am.  I am me, take it or leave it. I have not changed though preceptions might have.  

In other news I had a semi wonderful weekend. Which is to say I had a wonderfully spantastic (yes a word that came about through knitting giggles.  Spectacular + Fantastic = Spantastic) day of knitting saturday with some lovely ladies. Cheryl and I had breakfast at Cafe Noveou which was…spantastic (HA!), I’m deffinately going to have to go back there with knitting & my ipod in tow (I downloaded Freakanomics *Geek*). Then we drove out to Nacy’s place (so darn cute! when I get a house I’m having her pick out my paint colors!) where Lisa met us & we all drove out to NoHo to see Flo. I have to say that Flo probably has one of the cutest husbands ever. Then we headed over to Stitch Cafe for a few hours of knitting. Yes we took over, but I think with the personalities we had in the room it was going to be too hard not to.

Nacy in back & Cheryl up front. Doing what they do best :) Seems in this picture Cheryl got all the focus! LOL. Also notice random people in way back of picture, yeah, they went to my high school & were ’94 grads of the Trojan. WEIRD. That’s like 8,000 miles away to go to the same high school.

Many lovely purchaces were made. I bought some fun stuff that Louis doesn’t have at Anacapa and made some good progress on my Valpuri sweater. Here are all the new lovies to the yarn family. Most will be made into gifts I’m sure. Probably all of them except the cash island (that’s just for me).

 

Ah Malabrigo, are we not lovely? Some day we are going to be Kolhass’s!

 

Noro Cash Iro and Noro Iro

 

Reynolds Rapture 50/50 silk/cash & Noro Cash Island (same bio) Love this colorway!

 And just to show you that I have been knitting as well as feeding my yarn addiction here is a ultra alpaca striped beanie destined to be shipped to a friend. :) I think it’s very retro looking, don’t you?

Once again, bathroom picture with bad hair & no makeup. WHAT IS MY PROBLEM?!

And My Velpuri from Berroco :) Doing this sweater in Lambs Pride worsted in Jack’s Plum. I am loving this! This is about a 90/10 mix of mernio/mohair so it has just a bit of a fuz. The color is way deeper than this in person, way more plum/eggplant. I’ve also worked 2 more pattern repeats since this picture. I have about 9 inches total.

Best random quotes of the week.

Cheryl at knitting: If more men knit they would totally appreciate 5 inches!

Preita : “seriously? That woman lost 109 pounds in 9 months? That’s crazy talk!”

Allison: “I’m sure they use drugs”

Preita: “What, like crack? That should be their motto, think about it, it’s not like you ever see any fat crack whores.  “Lyndora, because you never see any fat crack whores” it would be perfect.

(At this point I have to say that Allison was cracking up My mother in law bright red trying not to laugh & my husband just staring at me in disbelief :) There truely is no filter between what goes through my head & what comes out my mouth. But there is a stop function, if you only knew what I DON’T SAY!)

Your So Vain, You Probably Think This Blog Is About You.

(sorry lol I just HAD to write that title to laugh at some of the other things in my life :P

Sometimes you just have to laugh to keep from crying. One fabulous day yesterday was proceeded by one not so lovely day today. Granted I am having a fabulous hair day today but that’s about it. I found out why my dad had called me 6 times yesterday. My 97 year old grandmother has desided she has had enough with the drugs & to go on from now till the end on pain killers. Though she has been preparing our entire family for her eventual passing for the last 12 years it’s quite painful to realize that it’s really happening.  That this soon will be over and I don’t feel I knew nearly enough about her before she lost her memories.

Today I am greatful for the fact that it’s been 1 year since I thought my dad was dieing and he has not only not died, but made a marvelous recovery from mystery illness where he should have either stroked out or had a massive heart attack. Someone was really watching over him, though we still don’t know what the growths are on his adrenial glands.  I am thankful for my father in law’s health who scared us also at the same time last year with words like “minor stroke”.  I am thankful for my mother in law who looks at me with loving mom eyes that want to make me collapse into a puddle of tears. I am thankful for my sister in law who holds me while I sob over almost setting the oven on fire because people are using it for storage. I am thankful for my beautiful niece who seems to live to make us laugh and remember what is important. Most of all I am thankful for my husband who is my heart and soul and accepts me even when people I’ve known forever don’t.

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