We are in the throes of ‘only one week til school’ activities. My main function this week is to provide shuttle service. Daughter #2 has field hockey practise every morning from 8 – 10 and in the evenings from 5 – 7. In addition she is doing marching band which meets every evening from 7 – 9. Daughter #1 is also needing transport to and from the barn and will be starting a job (!!) on Friday that is not within walking distance.

Lots of driving = no knitting.

On tomorrow’s agenda – haul self to Home Depot to buy items for home made niddy noddy!

Here is a nifty fiber dictionary for any of you think that ‘niddy noddy’ has a pornographic ring to it. ;)

We are in the throes of ‘only one week til school’ activities. My main function this week is to provide shuttle service. Daughter #2 has field hockey practise every morning from 8 – 10 and in the evenings from 5 – 7. In addition she is doing marching band which meets every evening from 7 – 9. Daughter #1 is also needing transport to and from the barn and will be starting a job (!!) on Friday that is not within walking distance.

Lots of driving = no knitting.

On tomorrow’s agenda – haul self to Home Depot to buy items for home made niddy noddy!

Here is a nifty fiber dictionary for any of you think that ‘niddy noddy’ has a pornographic ring to it. ;)

In my last post, I compared my poncho to Doritos and to Cheezwhiz. This gigantic, fuzzy garter stitch project is like junk food in many ways. It is shamefully easy and almost beneath me.

This is not to say that this project offers no challenges. I submit to you the following:

Two giant, fuzzy things in my lap. Knitting with a Pug in your lap may be a good thing to do if you are suffering from hypothermia. You would definitely want her with you if you were stuck in a snowdrift or marooned on an ice flow. Her girth combined with her panting is better than chicken soup for alleviating inner chills.

Here on Long Island we are in the grip of the Dog Days of Summer. It is hazy, hot & humid.

How can I look at that face and tell her no? Those of you who have met my pug will attest that she simply would ignore me anyway.

Lucy the Pug has taken a shine to my poncho.

it’s on the tip of my tongue — argh, why can’t I think of that word, I can see it for godsakes, this is making me crazy ……

here’s a nifty thing for those senior moments!

thanks for fortysomething for the link!