again with the posting, eghhhh

I supppose I see why all the talk about blogger. it just seems to eat my posts unless I post again. Or am I merely impatient?

Words, Words, Pictures, Words

Since my computer is on the fritz from the evil hacker, (the husbeast is diligently working on this ~thanks baella) I assume anyone out there must be getting bored of just words, words, words. So here I do present in lieu of words, PICTURES!
These are of a weaver woman in the Galapagos Islands, (I do believe). Taken by my co-workers daughter about a year ago. Here you have silk worms growing on what looks to be a paddle from a cactus.

Ahh some good ol' back strap weaving. I believe the back strap itself is hand woven.

Also check out the back wall, are those llamas? How cute are they.
Well tonight's the Beer Bitch Meetup, I get to show off the results from the Faire hat, and figure out what's on the real needles next, you know no more mittletts...even though there is one on the dpn's as we speak. It's actually whispering to me from my handbag here on the floor, oh yoo hoo~oh you who~come knit my instead of blogging or working...yes I'm a bad employee.

Lately I've been hankering to start making a new handbag, perhaps solely for knitting goods, as if the 1960's makeup case isn't enough. I have some lovely handles that are burning a hole in my stash, with little strawberries of color. But they're square, so there's no over the shoulder business in that bit. On the same note, I have 2 silver coin purse closures, a bejeweled larger clasp closure, clear handles with a slight scallop, and a sporran/antique clasp closure. Now why haven't I been making and felting more handbags? I think maybe because I don't want to waste the yarn, or I'm lazy. There really isn't any good excuse.

Perhaps I should make a resolution now. I will make a felted handbag, and I will use the cute handles in my stash, as a reward to myself for finally following through with this plan I will purchase a needle felting tool. That way I can embellish the handbag in swirls and flowers or little lady birds. Yes that's it by Jove. Now to only stick to my guns.

Cheers and go wish the Yarn Harlot a happy birfday, cause she works her little buns off for the recognition that we knitters deserve.

First of the Years Faire

Well I suppose it would suffice to say that Valhalla Faire was fairly ok.
Yes, just a meager ok. The weather was lovely, and the company was well kept, even though the husbeast was granted stay at home (not his cuppa). I believe I was let down by the inadequacy of some of the vendors. My belief is that any Renaissance Pleaseaure Faire should be solely craftsmen and artisans, not hawkers with Chinese goods still in plastic bags. Major disappointment in that respects. I may go back next year but I don't believe I would be soo enthusiastic.
I did get a few goodies, but alas without a home computer, the descriptions do little justice.
But do know that one day I may photo my cute new little clay bird house, and the matching mug, not the incense nor the hand made soap, but I may show off my cute little hat that I finally finished, Sat. morning just in time to wear it all day at Faire. It's actually cute, and has had more than one life.
On the way back I stopped in Placerville at Empress, which I liken to a gypsy store, and the husbeast refers to as a Buddhist store, so you get the picture. I picked up a lovely throw. One of those Indian block prints that are just huge. We currently have 2 celtic ones on the walls in 2 different rooms (fabulous when the walls are lathe and plaster-uck!). This new one though I hope will adorn the buffet table at our upcoming Wedding Reception. It's kind of a gingham print also, just kind of strange.
While walking around Faire I began a new mittlett, this one still being done in the Noro Silk Garden, but it starts out in a brilliant green. Yum. I don't know if anyone else saw the new Knitty, but that tank top sweater thing in the Silk Garden looks rather rad. Note to self, Noro tends to grow when not knitted at an appropriate tension. And grow it will do my pretties.
Oh yeah, I did participate in the World Wide Knit in Public day, hope others did in their own way also.
cheers and happy week.

is this thing on man!

hey man, where are my posts, man...

I had thought I may get off easy

What with this eloping thing that the husbeast and I participated in, but as it so happens, I am getting a bit knee deep in the party planning thing. Food, cake, decorating, fixing up my mums house ~or advising her at least ;) , fixing up my new abode ~and it's garden (heaven!), invites, and save the dates and more invites, and kegs of beer procuring. The list does go on and on, as I'm sure you could fathom. All in all I can genuinely same I'm glad there's someone else here to help me do all this.
If I sound as though I'm complaining, please do not take it to be. It's more of a mental list that runs through my head on a daily basis. I suppose the more I write it out the more important and real it actually becomes. Today I've spent a decent amount of the time registering for crap. Things that will fill the domicile and maybe even make me pull my hair out due to their abundance. But upgrading is not such a bad thing.
Speaking of upgrading, here's a great story:
2 nights ago the husbeast and I brought my old mattress over to the house, now we don't need it ourselves, but a few years ago, yes years, the husbeast was looking for the cat and discovered the roommates bed to be a lumpy old rock. Seriously deceiving piece of fabric and bedding. So fast forward to present day and the mattress now in place of the old futon piece of dookie...
It's around 11:30 pm and the roomy gets up, goes to the lu and doesn't come out. Literally it's 20 minutes later and we're wondering if wonder boy is dead or what. I send the husbeast to investigate and he opens the door to said roomy laying (nearly nude) on the grodie bathroom floor, on his side with his hands together under his cheek. Ahh how cute, he preferred the nasty-ass bathroom floor to a proper mattress. eeeheh.!
It was just a rather random thing though. Come to find out it was a mixture of little to no dinner, too many pints from the house keg (Lagunitas Maximus), and a sensation of vertigo. This being from the mattress resting 2.5 feet in the air as opposed to his general 1 foot off the floor. This perhaps has now been rectified as the offending futon now rests in the living room.
On knitting news the 16th or 17th pair of mittletts with rather long cuffs are nearly finished! Woohoo. They will go back to their respective owner tonight, at the Beer Bitch Meetup.
This weekend is the Tahoe Valhalla Renaissance Faire, can't wait I'm getting giddy...
I'm traveling up there, possibly by myself or with one of the guys' girlfriends in tow. And carting all the gear, which tends to be the duty of the person with a truck (namely me). My costume is all accounted for, and pictures will be taken just as proof of true gypsy Faire garb. And perhaps of a newly knit/reworked hat.
Oh for my own pleaseure, a list of my costume, as a means of entertaining and perhaps a tad bit of bragging~hey this is a costume that has taken 16 years to piece together.
Lets start at the feet and work up shall we then:
shoes~duh, but the new Keen mary janes will be perfect.
Green Stockings-knee high
Maroon Skirt
Multi-colored and Indian block print wrap as Under Skirt
Green Gauze over *skirt* with braided belt
on said belt, 2 wolves tails. Both blonde and black in color (sorry I believe in fur caught wild)
2nd Belt, leather.
on said belt, deer spine (hanging from scarf -found objects), fox head pouch, clay mug and holder, flask with scotch
Shirt-old indigo colored triangle gauze with flowered embroidery
Bodice-half bodice in traveller style, adorned with a Fischer tail and a Mink's tail, found snake skin agate, Scottish Heather Broach, and a rabbit fur rose.
On the shoulders, depending on the weather is either the Nigerian scarf, or the Scottish wrap.
On the head, depending on weather again, another Nigerian scarf, or the new hat.
Other stuff, my Chinese sun umbrella, and my lotus flower felt handbag.
I believe that may be all.
EEEEEHhhh Faire.
I wait all year to Faire, and now I get to go to the one in Tahoe and Casa De Fruita, choice!
On a secondary note, I will not apologize for loving fur, and neither will I explain myself. It's my choice, but that's the beauty of where we live, CHOICE. I have an option and an opinion and I'm willing to use them.

On being Impaled

An ode to the stick,
to the needle that did prick,
the pinky of my toe,
oh so nearly thru the webbing it did go.
Perhaps that makes me a
Ninny Needler,
or a Needled Ninny,
I am not so sure.
It is fine, if you are dying to know,
but there is now a hole underneath my pinky toe.
A size seven DPN!~just so you know.
Darn that stupid bed, that needed to be made that night,
and darn that stupid needle that gave me such a fright.
A needle, I thought, may not be such a welcome sight
night after night.
Oh what a fright
oh what a night,
but not even a tingle of pain,
did make me wain.
For there was none making me fain.

My internets is down, man.

Not only is it down at the house, but my little G4 Mac has an STD virus. Stupid wireless. Stupid Hacker. Stupid phone # left on my hard drive that even confused the techy Husbeast.
So until that one is up and running properly (hopefully w/ all my software!) the picts will have to hold off.
So...
Yeah.
Uh, I went into Bezerkeley this morning, in an ill fated attempts to find the perfect 8 gauge earrings. Instead I came away with some delightful children's books, which I absolutely adore. One is Sleeping Beauty, and then a Cinderella both with fantastic silhouette's as pictures. Why yes Gocco prints are what I initially thought. Then also a copy of Lewis Carrol's Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass. And for the husbeast 2 Boy Scout adventure books.
I don't believe I ever mentioned how we met. If you're interested, we originally met when we were 17. It was at the Boy Scout Winter Awareness Weekend that was held at my high school, and at which my Girl Scout troop 1222, was teaching at. I was in charge of the clothing section and as a demonstration on how to keep warm we had a volunteer put on my green panty hose. Well that volunteer was my future husband.
I briefly remember standing in the courtyard with my other Girl Scouts and talking to the Boy Scouts, and there he was standing on the other side of the circle from me. All skinny and uber dorky and gangely, with a super huge nose. But he was rather cute and shy.
He says he remembers my ass best. Thanks doll. I still contest he has my 18 year old ass. (it's sooo cute, it is)
Well needless to say even though I tried to see him again, I didn't. That's until almost 5 years ago. We were both sitting down town and I was doing a cryptogram when I was totally stumped and I asked the guy next to me if he thought the answer looked right. (it wasn't in case you were wondering)
And then a few days later one of the local bums was saying some realllllly rude things to me and about my gender and this same guy stood up and defended my honor. I went home that night and told my mom I met the nicest guy, and told her the story.
We started dating shortly a mutual friend's birthday. That was about December 18th. 10 days after we met we took a road trip up north to see particular family members. That was a time.
ahhhhhh. Gush....
To think that we originally met when we were 17, and didn't meet again for another 7 or so years. I think it' s rather cute, and endearing.