Intarsia and the Old Lady

Posted by ann

Today is D#1’s birthday! Her 19th birthday. Since this is my blog and it’s all about me, let’s take a moment and focus on the birthday mother.

I cannot believe this. I am a cliché. The woman who cannot fathom her childrens’ ages and the mathematical implications for her own chronology. How has this happened? She’s nineteen. And I am not. ~sob~

It’s probably a good thing then that I am busy boning (tee-hee! am I ever too old to get a kick out of sexual innuendo?) up on my mad intarsia skillz. In dinosaur years, I am a heartbeat away from grandmahood and will soon be churning out Peter Rabbit nursery sets and the like ….. so with that in mind, I present to you something I call Pug Pillow …..

This is another Christmas gift – one I can show on the blog because the recipient (Mr. Boar) does not read purlingswine. Can you believe it?? If I had to guess, I would say that he would tell you he doesn’t read my site because he gets enough of my lips flapping in his ears in real life. A virtual me would put him over the edge. La? you’re on notice my dearest cheese, I see a logcabin square for the back of this on the knitting horizon.

Once this pillow is complete, I am casting on for one of these. Unlike the lovely Rachel, I will not be using my own handspun but I did pick up some Noro. I cannot wait to get started. Vicki darling, I hear that you have your eye on this too!

pass the salt

Posted by ann

I didn’t intend to take a blogging break, it kind of snuck up on me. I found myself with nothing really to say and that kind of thing can take hold. Although I did notice that not posting everyday got me loads of comments! and I am a comment whore. ;)

You may be surprised to hear that I am doing some Christmas knitting. I don’t usually knit Christmas gifts – as a matter of fact I become hostile at the thought. I can feel my blood pressure rising even as I sit here thinking about it! Before I work myself up into a lather, let’s just say I try to only knit for people who will value all the effort and time that goes into a handknit gift.

So here I am knitting a Christmas present or two and where does that leave the blog? These people also read purlingswine, so I can’t chance it and post pictures. The logcabin square above is going to be the back of a present. The front is an intarsia piece. I really enjoyed knitting both. I used a variety of tweed yarns and am loving the wooly smell. I keep pausing between rows to sniff my knitting. I probably spent more time smelling it than I did actually knitting!

Do you remember when Cara first caught logcabin fever? How she raved about it? I couldn’t understand why she was so enraptured. It seemed like such a humble and simple technique, that it could cause such passion was beyond me. It would be like a great chef raving about celery. It’s celery for christsakes. We had many conversations where she would try to explain to me why she loved it so much. I just did not get it. She said it was like jazz music. I confessed to not really getting jazz either. Kay tried. I remained unmoved. I turned away and worked on my lace projects and tried to ignore the hubbub.

So yesterday I tell her that I spent the weekend working on a logcabin square. And she puts on her I-told-you-so-voice and says, “And?! What did I tell you?!!”

sigh. So now I’m eating celery with my crow.

I’m big for my age.

Posted by ann

okay, the skies are blue and the temperatures are cool. As you can see in my previous post, I have a husband who not only has a good sense of humor, but also makes the bed. So what do I have to complain about?

nothing.

nothing that I didn’t bring on myself.

Do you remember a few weeks ago I went to that away horse show with D#2? Do you also remember that I fell off of my WW wagon while at the show? Truth be told, I kind of hopped down from the wagon, falling off implies it was unintentional.

What you may not know is that I did not climb back on the WW wagon until last night. I have been spending these past weeks not on WW. Not worrying about what I ate or drank. I kept telling myself that it had only been a few weeks (I thought it was three) and how bad could it be? That I would soon be back on track.

Well, the scale and my WW card tell a different story. It has been FIVE weeks and I gained 10 pounds. TEN. I deserve every single one of them. but still. shit.

ps. please don’t leave me “you can do it” comments. I KNOW I can do it. I just don’t want to. How about “get off your fat ass” comments? or if you don’t want to be that harsh you could say dimpled rump.

He’s so fine, there’s no tellin where the money went

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So it’s Sunday evening and the weekend is winding down. I decide to cruise through the blogs ………

Did you guys check out Mr. Frick? cute, huh? and how about Georgie? a pack of hotties those two!

So what do I do? I quick grab the camera and run through the house in search of Boar, hoping that he still has on his swim trunks. I’ve already got an entry entitled the swimsuit competition running through my head.

Lo and behold, he is NOT wearing his swimtrunks. He is wearing something much, much better and much much sexier than any swimsuit around.

He’s wearing a pillow! While I am sitting on my arse, cruising the Internest, Mr. Boar is putting the sheets on our bed!

Let’s hear it for the Boar ladies – how freakin sexy is that?!

He seemed a bit startled by the flash, and asked what the hell was I doing? So I explain to him that all the knit bloggers were posting pictures of their cute husbands and I think he is really going to take the cake with this whole very sexy making of the bed thing he had going on.

Boar decided to seal the deal with a money shot.

That Boar, he’s a good sport!