Merry Christmas…

December 24, 2007

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

December 14, 2007

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

December 10, 2007

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?

December 7, 2007

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

December 5, 2007

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!

timer mode does not allow for the most flattering pics

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

Get your mojo going?

December 4, 2007

OK folks, I am desperate. I haven’t touched my knitting in 3 WEEKS! 3 WEEKS!?!? I don’t know what’s going on, but it’s starting to scare me. I have Christmas knitting to do. I have completely and utterly lost the desire to knit. I see others’ blogs and I think, “Oh my gosh that sweater is gorgeous.” I know some of it is pregnancy induced, but come on here, pregnancy causes women to START knitting. Another part of it is not being able to knit a sweater for me right now, because let’s face it, there aren’t many maternity knit patterns. Someone please help me. I need ideas. What do you do to kickstart your knitmojo when it’s laggin? Give me some ideas here. I just know the KnitBlog police have been letting me slide since I don’t own a cat, but a KnitBlog without knitting? Now that’s just criminal!

I’m a real people!

December 2, 2007

We got our Christmas tree this weekend. This is always an “event” in our family. My mother and I are known to drag our poor spouses and children around for hours, no matter the weather, making them give up hats, a mitten here, a glove there, to tag potential trees. It must be a certain type of tree with a certain smell and a certain kind of needle. (I got a blue spruce for Christmas one year, it was beautiful with clear lights but I had to decorate it with leather gloves on!) When house shopping, the first thing we look at when entering a home is how high the ceilings are, ya know…for the Christmas tree. Or when visiting someone else’s house it is a great compliment if we tell you, “Wow, you could put a huge Christmas tree in here.” We are the Tannenbaum Queens.

Anyway Possums, I’m off track here. This is where we get our Christmas trees now that I have moved to PA. And as you can see by the sign (clicky to make biggie) we are apparently real people. Whew, well that’s a relief, I’d been wondering.

We get a frasier because unfortunately Pennsylvania can’t grow Balsams. The Monkey was insistent that she pull the sled.

She did alright but petered out towards then end and Dad took over.

He’s our hero


So this whole Christmas tree thing is quite the ordeal, first you put it on a machine that shakes the beheebies right out of it…and the dead needles as well.


Then you put it on this machine, make sure it’s centered then flip a switch and it drills a perfectly straight hole in the bottom of the trunk.


Then you are exhausted from all of this so you stop and pet the doggie by the roaring outdoor fireplace.


And at last they wrap your tree up and carry it to your car.


After we got our tree we went to one of our favorite restaurants for soup and sandwiches and headed home. Who do you think we saw in downtown traffic just a car or two ahead of us? Hmmm.