My thoughts have turned to my next project – Banff is just about finished and I am casting about for something to cast on.

Earlier this week I posted a pic of some yarn and I had some good advice on what to do with it. (thanks KatyKnits, Webheads & SmallHands!) True to form, I think I will ignore aforementioned advice and strike out on my own. This will give you all a chance to say ‘I told you so!’ (not that you ever would, just knowing that you could is enough!)

I am considering a poncho – a poncho for me.

Perhaps it is my inner Marcia Brady, I have always loved ponchos and capes regardless of how they actually look on me. So if you see me coming your way, all decked out in my giant, fuzzy poncho – just avert your eyes.

Marvel at my ability to feel good about my poncho, wonder what makes me tick, what kind of mirrors I have hanging in my house ….. raise an eyebrow if you must. But most importantly, think of Marcia as she walked the halls of Westdale High, hair a-swinging, sublimely confident … that’ll be me.

Holy Mackerel!! I could not believe my eyes when I read this – thank to Mindy for the link!

Who could have guessed that knitting could be so volatile, so dangerous? Sure, there are pointy needles involved, but I think everyone would agree that knitting is by and large a placid activity. What’s next? Safety goggles, helmets …… stunt doubles??

Holy Mackerel!! I could not believe my eyes when I read this – thank to Mindy for the link!

Who could have guessed that knitting could be so volatile, so dangerous? Sure, there are pointy needles involved, but I think everyone would agree that knitting is by and large a placid activity. What’s next? Safety goggles, helmets …… stunt doubles??

I love In Passing. It is a site devoted to posting over-heard snippets of conversation. ( By using the word snippet, I am absolved from feeling guilty for eaves-dropping.)

Here’s a sample:

“It must be so sad to be a lady with a flower stand. People buying flowers for their girlfriends all day, for their mothers, for their birthdays.”
“That sounds really happy, actually.”
“Yeah, but no one’s ever going to buy flowers for her. They’ll think, ‘flower lady. Doesn’t need more flowers.'”
“I’ll bet she’s sick of flowers. With a job like that you probably want… waffles.”
–A girl and a guy walking down Durant st