A Winner announced!

This is weird and I guess may give something away about me. No one chose my favorite dog movie. But cgirlslife mentioned Old Yeller and then passed on choosing it because she doesn’t like to cry. I appreciate a good cry. Bawling my eyes out over a beloved pet is not an unusal reaction for…

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For the organizing geeks…

Paul (our trusty USPS guy) just delivered my new Namaste circular needle case! var gaJsHost = ((“https:” == document.location.protocol) ? “https://ssl.” : “http://www.”);document.write(unescape(“%3Cscript src=’” + gaJsHost + “google-analytics.com/ga.js’ type=’text/javascript’%3E%3C/script%3E”)); var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker(“UA-xxxxxx-x”);pageTracker._trackPageview(); I love things with pockets or cubbies. A good backpack, a purse with sections and slots for pens, a wallet with the change…

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Ravelry to the Rescue

Everyone preaches the necessity of gauge swatching. There’s a reason. Normally I’m spot on gauge, but not this time.  The gauge for the sweater with a size 7US is supposed to be 19 stitches and 24 rows = 4 inches. I was no where near that with my first swatch. Naturally I’m not knitting with…

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Knitting preparedness.

One sign of a smart knitter is someone who has the right knitting project on the needles at the right time. A planner, someone who looks ahead and can be prepared for any situation. var gaJsHost = ((“https:” == document.location.protocol) ? “https://ssl.” : “http://www.”);document.write(unescape(“%3Cscript src=’” + gaJsHost + “google-analytics.com/ga.js’ type=’text/javascript’%3E%3C/script%3E”)); var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker(“UA-xxxxxx-x”);pageTracker._trackPageview(); Apparently I…

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Meet Paul…

This is Paul, our rural delivery postman. He travels the back roads, the black tops and the dirt and gravel roads. Paul delivers yarn, among other things.  Lovely luscious yarn. Sometimes he also takes yarn away – but that’s okay because it means another person receives yarn from their postman, who may be named Paul…

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Simple Rambling

It is past midnight and I cannot sleep. I long for slumber, rest and the rejuvenation it would bring. Instead my minds swirls in thought. We’re three weeks into our spring festival season.  Weekends are full of people, customers, some old friends we’ve not seen since the last farmers market back in October, new people…

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