Merry Christmas…

Luke 2:11

Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord.

Merry Christmas to all of you, may you share in the joy of a birth that brought salvation to this world.

Thank you

Thank you to everyone who knitted for the Warm Up The Winter project. This is my favorite thing about the knitting community, you are all so wonderful, and giving. These items are needed here especially now as we look forward (well I’m looking forward to it) the Noreaster that is coming this weekend.

 

I am hoping to see this project grow next year as well. Thank you all again. These are all packaged up in a cheery xl Christmas Ziploc bag and will be going to the Franklin County Homeless Shelter on Monday. If any of you had items you wanted to send but couldn’t get them in yet, I will be making another drop off towards February. My address is on the tab at the top of the page. I can’t thank you all enough for your generosity of wool, time, and talent.

Presenting: Evanrude Olymics

Now I know why knitbloggers have cats. You always have blog fodder. Check this out. This is Evanrude’s favorite place to play.

Ahem, Ahem, Ahem…meow?

Hello Possums, as you know I have been blogging without a cat for some time now. You may also know that in knitblog land that is akin to driving without a license. So last week I went to Cumberland Valley Animal Shelter’s website and filled out an application, ya know, for my license. Well, I really wanted to get a cat so I could be a real knit blogger. There has been a cat shaped hole in my heart for nigh on 6 years now. Unfortunately/fortunately though, I found a dog instead. His name is Evanrude and here he is.

Yes, yes I know, and I’m sure it’s obvious to you as well, just don’t say anything to Evanrude. You see Evanrude came to the shelter when he was really little. So little in fact that he had to live with a foster family until he was old enough to be “fixed” (was he broken?) and his foster family had a momma dog there so…I am now the proud owner of a kittydog. He looks like a cat, feels like a cat, purrs like an Evanrude, and acts like a dog. He loves to have his belly rubbed, and if it feels really good, he kicks his back feet. He licks your face. He “begs” to jump up on your lap, someone needs to tell him he’s a cat and cats don’t ask permission.

It’s his first night here and he’s adapting very well. He and the dogs are getting along fine. Instead of two baby elephants playing and romping around the house, we now have two baby elephants and a horse. Evanrude has been teasing the dogs into chasing him all evening long. He’ll sit under the couch and then come tearing out into the middle of the dogs and keep right on going down the hallway. Although he did settle down for a bit and spent some quality time with each of his new housemates.

Well folks, I’m exhausted. Did I tell you I found my knit mojo at Stitch ‘n Bitch last night? Apparently it was hidden in a skein of STR’s Farmhouse and it was unleashed when I wound it into a nice yarn cake. Of course this is one of those amazingly beautiful, yet impossible to photograph colorways. It is on the needles for some socks for me. It is magical.

And PS to Chris, I had all of his nails trimmed in five minutes. He’s so laid back he doesn’t care what you do as long as you don’t stop rubbing the belly.

Faith and Knitting

I am finding that faith and knitting have a lot in common. Most of the time faith is easy for me, I have seen great things happen in my life and so I trust, I know, I believe. Then there are times when it’s not so easy, when it’s hard, when it’s more like work, but regardless I keep on believing because I know my faith is rewarded in the end. I am going through a dry spell with my knitting and was thinking about it like faith. I just need to pick up the needles and do it. Sure, right now it feels like I’m just going through the motions, but like always, soon it won’t be. I will pick up my needles one day soon and realize it is engaging and enjoyable and back to the way knitting is supposed to be. So here I am tonight, going through the motions, working on a hat for my hubby, because that red head that made him one last year didn’t make it long enough to cover his ears. For Shame!

Note to self: timer mode does not make for very flattering pics