The same, only different
Now that the hair crisis has been averted, it’s back to fibre posts. Days have been busy with family events and now all eyes are turned upon the Dublin Knitting and Stitching Show to be held 2-5 November at the RDS in the city. In the bit of lull before the next storm, I’ve picked up my needles again to return to the Christmas pressies. Similar patterns, but variations on the theme.
Manly Cashmere Scarves
On the 5th one now…..but this one is for my dad. Just realized I really need to get the package of Christmas gifts in the post soon so that it has a hope of getting to the US by or near Christmas. If not, then Happy Valentine’s Day to all!
Fetchings
Starting a set for Daughter-Kate for Christmas, along with a set of leg-warmers for her ballet class. Very cute stripey set in the Junior Knits book by Debbie Bliss, but the pattern is a bit boring. So, taking the sizing from the Junior Knits instructions and applying them to the ever-so-cute Fetchings pattern from knitty.com. Hoping to have a stylish handwarmers in kiddie size. We’ll see. Have just started and they look absolutely tiny! Doing the deed in Debbie Bliss Baby Cashmerino. Very soft and very cool colours. Will include a picture when I make a little more progress….and my camera batteries get charged!
Right, so off to do a bit of knitting before company come for an early Saturday dinner…
Just catching up after a few days away from the computer, and …..
If I met the prez of the US, I would hopefully vomit on his shoes.
I also finally changed my prespective and let myself be seen on my blog (you look good)
Letting your natural colour come through is a good idea. After playing with colouring (and I mean colour!) my hair in my early 20’s I decided that it was just to high maintence and I would gently and gracefully go grey. So I have. In fact, my eldest daughter , 11, came to me a few months ago with a beautiful nest of silvery fiber. “wow! That’s really nice,” I said, “Where did you get that?” Her reply? “From your hair brush” So I can honestly say that I like my grey hair.
Lip Injection? Those Americans are a very scary race. I know that Canadians are not far behind, but at least, on a whole, we take our selves far less seriously.
Happy Birthday! I started forgetting my age at about 23. Or maybe it was 24. And sad to say, it was compleatly unintentional. Sad. But now I am proud to say that I am 38. And holding up pretty well, with the exception of the grey hair.
Assholes on a bus are multi-national. I’ve seen them here too. I remember hearing a rant from a pregnant woman who gave up her seat to an elderly lady while young bucks sat comfortably watching. Makes you want to knock a few heads.
Good luck knitting and getting prezzies off early enough. I have to do the same. My sister lives in Scotland.
28 Oct 2006 at 9:48 pm