Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Merry Christmas

Mortgage paying job was hell last week. Everyone waiting until the last minute to make changes to projects being installed at the very last minute. Glad it's over. All of my meetings are cancelled until the first week of the new year. Why? Well everyone but me is on vacation.

I was invited by my manager to a "let's celebrate our 2004 successes" lunch yesterday. Well, there was no money in the budget for a "holiday party" so she had to call it something. So it was 3 of us at the table over at Kincaid's . The other gal talked for 1 1/2 hours about her stepson and how awful he is. Everytime Manager or I would change the subject she always managed to get back to her horrible stepson. Food was good. I had Roasted Chicken Breast Dijon (chicken rolled in bread crumbs and baked, mashed potatoes and spinach).

Last Saturday at Ewe Knit Kits and Yarn was super busy. Lots of men shopping for their wives, girlfriends, mothers. Lots of gift certificates will be under the tree this year. I'm working the 27th and 28th and expect to see those certificates again.

Let's see what am I knitting? I pulled several Fiber Trends felted hat patterns (Diva,Felt and Fancy, Personal Touch and Bright Chapeau) and yarns to knit samples for the store.

I was able to knit Felt and Fancy on Sunday. I used 1 skein of Cascade 220 for the adult size (had a few yards left over). It's knit in the "white" and I'll knit the lace scarf with Lorna's Laces sock yarn or maybe just grab a novelty scarf from the scarf rack hmmmmm.

I didn't pay attention to the yarn used for the Bright Chapeau, just looked at the yardage. It's knit in a sport weight wool. I'm going to try it in worsted and make a the medium size and see how big it'll be. I'll also go up to a size US 10.5 or 11 needle from the US 8 it lists.

For myself, I knitting the moebus that is in the current Spin Off . I'm using Jo Sharp wool. Working up really nice.

I did finish the Jo Sharp Silk Road DK Tweed shawl for Coco. Turned out really well. Very soft and floaty. It's on it's way to her.

And my KR Gift Fairy (Lizzi) gift was sent and received.

What was I thinking? a caplet for me in Harrisonville wool. Dark grey. is soooo wrong. It's been frogged and sits in comfortable balls.

No change to the status of the plaid purse from Purseonalities. yes yes the one that I was working on Halloween night and haven't picked up since.

So that's about it. I'll leave you with the following:


'Twas the night before Christmas and all around me
Was unfinished knitting not under the tree.

The stockings weren't hung by the chimney with care
'cause the heels and the toes had not a stitch there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds
but I had not finished the caps for their heads.

Dad was asleep; he was no help at all,
And the sweater for him was six inches too small.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I put down my needles to see what was the matter.

Away to the window, I flew like a flash,
Tripped over my yarn and fell down with a crash.

The tangle of yarn that lay deep as the snow
Reminded me how much I still had to go.

Out on my lawn, I heard such a noise,
I thought it would wake both dad and the boys.

And though I was tired,my brain was a bit thick,
I knew in a moment,it must be Saint Nick.

But what I heard then left me perplexed-ed,
For not a name I heard was what I had expected

"move,Ashford; move,Lopi; move,Addie and Clover
Move,Reynolds; move,Starmore; move, Fraylic--move over"

"Paton, don't circle round; stand in line.
Come now, you sheep wool work just fine!

I know this is hard semi, it's just your first year,
I'd hate to go back to eight tiny reindeer."

I peered over the sill; what I saw was amazing,
Eight woolly sheep on my lawn all a'grazing.

And then,in a twinkle, I heard at the door
Santa's feet coming across the porch floor.

I rose from my knees and got back on my feet,
And as I turned round, Saint Nick, I did meet.

He was dressed all in wool from his head to his toe
And his clothes were handknit from above to below.

A bright Fairisle sweater he wore on his back,
and his toys were all stuffed in an Aran knit sack.

His cap was a wonder of bobbles and lace,
A beautiful frame for his rosy red face.

The scarf round his neck could have stretched for a mile,
And the socks peeking over his boots were Argyle.

The back of his mittens bore an intricate cable,
And suddenly on one I spied a small label.

SC was duplicate stitched on the cuff,
and I asked "Hey Nick, did you knit all this stuff?"

He proudly replied "Ho-ho-ho, yes I did,
I learned how to knit when I was a kid."

He was chubby and plump, a quite well-dressed old man,
And I laughed to myself for I'd thought up a plan,.

I flashed him a grin and jumped up in the air,
And the next thing he knew he was tied to a chair.

He spoke not a word, but looked in his lap
Where I'd laid my needles and yarn for a cap.

He quickly began knitting, first one cap then two;
For the first time I thought I'd really get through.

He put heels on the stockings and toes in some socks
While I sat back drinking Scotch on the rocks!!

So quickly like magic, his needles they flew,
That he was all finished by quarter to two.

He sprang for his sleigh when I let him go free,
And over his shoulder he looked back at me.

And I heard him exclaim as he sailed past the moon
"Next year start your knitting sometime around June.

Author Unknown

I found it on this site:

You Are Socks!

Cozy and warm... but easily lost.
You make a good puppet.

Your Christmas is Most Like: How the Grinch Stole Christmas

You can't really get into the Christmas spirit...
But it usually gets to you by the end of the holiday.