Chickenlips Knitting

Thought I'd start off this gray, wet Sunday (finally: Rain!) with pictures of snuggly bliss: Buster the burrower, and Jimmy the perimeter guard. In these photos, B's eyes came out looking exactly as they do, but J's somehow always seem to glow amber. Considering what I paid for this creature who has turned my hall carpeting from solid mushroom-beige to leopard-print pee spots, I'll take it as a bonus.

I Want A New Drug



I've taken to using the top of my washer as a backdrop, as every other surface in the house contains clutter which I don't feel like moving. Behold, the results of another yarn-buying bender.

I just love it when my yarn dollars help make the world a better place, and such apparently is the case with the 4 hanks of Peace Fleece , in the color "Glasnost Gold." Their story is one worth reading. The comfort shawl currently on the needles is a bit shy of half done, so the PF is on deck for the next shawl. The UU church whose shawl ministry I participate in loves these shawls, so I and others will continue to make them.

Was in (arguably) one of Portland's largest yarn shops Friday afternoon, and came away with the orangey Opal which--if I can pull it off along with the heap o' hats and fingerless mitts for folks on my holiday gift list--will be made into the leg warmers from the first Not Just Socks book. I keep seeing great orangeish yarns to make into accessories for my orange-obsessed niece, and being yarn-obsessed, well...you know.

The jewel-hued green and blue is something called "Twizzle" by Mountain Colors. It's merino and silk-- and pricey, but after I copped a feel, had to have it.

Stripes

Not to post a blog entry of this size without including at least one finished item, I give you one half of a pair of Opals, the ball of which I purchased at OFFF on 9/23. Let's see, at the rate I'm knitting these days--approximately six weeks to finish a pair o' sox, times compound interest, two trains traveling in opposite directions...

(frantically punching calculator buttons, clicking abacus beads, taking off socks to count toes)

I've no idea how long it will take me to make anything, but Mary is six years old.

And hey, I did it--this blog post is entirely themed in mid-1980s music and film.