Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Merry Knitmas

This was passed on from Erin, who I think didn't want to be the dork to post it, so I will...

'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 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 a bit thick, I knew in a
moment it must be St Nick.
But what I heard then left me perplex-ed,
For not a name I heard was what I expected,
"Move, Ashford! Move, Lopi! Move, Addi and Clover!
Move, Reynolds! Move Starmore!
Move Froelich --move overPaton, don't circle 'round; stand in the line.
Come now, you sheep will work out just fine!
I know this is hard; 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 wooly 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 St Nick I did meet.
He was dressed all in wool from his head to his toe,
And his clothes were hand knit 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,
"S.C." 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 might really get through.
He put heels in 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!"

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Where did you get that hat?

OK, so as most of you know, Erin knitted a lovely blue Lion Suede hat about a month ago. I was then inspired to steal her pattern and knit it in purple. I finished it last week and upon placing it on my head, found out it was FAR too small (I guess they mean it when they say check your gauge).

So tonight, having upped the needles by a size and a half, I finished a second hat hoping to have one that didn't stop the blood from flowing to my brain. Much to my surprise, it worked!

Below are the pictures of the two hats. Why? Because I had space on my camera and well frankly I'm a knitting nerd.

Oh yeah, and when comparing our hats and stitches tonight, it looks as though the Susan Bates book I learned to knit from taught me that ever referenced "continental" style... Not what the rest of the group is doing! Not only do I knit "backwards" as a lefty but I do the opposite stitch than the rest of you when I'm called to knit or purl. What madness!

(in this order, don't the pictures look kinda like a smilely face? OK, I think it's time for bed.)

Friday, November 25, 2005

Goodness gracious great balls of yarn!

Colleen you were with us in spirit last Tuesday! The spirit of the yarn ball! I love this photo, for some reason I think you guys look like archaeologists or something, like you've unearthed this great find from the Zebu table and this is the first landmark photo of it or something. This is definitely the keenest thing to show up at Zebu's since man-flops were in!

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Jersey girls need knitted suits too!

Nothing resists sand and water better than cotton yarn.
Can't wait to make this for next summer! I'm gonna look soooo Hot!!!

Fur is BAD!!! (Not fun, not fun at all)

I am only wearing this because they pay me.

It's an odd mix between Cruella Deville and a polyester zebra.

GRRRRRR, I'm a relative of big foot.
A fabulous cousin to be precise.

WHAT?!?!? And what's wrong with her feet?

Oh, pretty for the holidays! And not itchy at all.

I'm all for faux fur, but is any of this really necessary?

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