Chickenlips Knitting

I couldn't let Dec. 8th go by without observing John Lennon's death on that Monday evening, twenty-eight years ago. Like Kiki, I also remember very clearly hearing the news. I was in the car, searching the FM band as usual. It seemed like almost every station was playing John's music, either Beatles or his solo work. Then a deejay broke in with the announcement that John had been shot. His death wasn't confirmed until later. The shock and sadness I felt, along with millions of others. Not to dwell on it, but I grew up loving the Beatles and their music meant a lot to my generation. So it's something that will stay with me always.

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I don't usually do much knitting with my own hand dyed yarns--it's like a busman's holiday to me. Like back in the day when I used to cook elaborate dinners, those days that Mr. Stitchjones misses so very much :P, I wasn't hungry when I sat down because I'd spent hours over the meal. However, this yarn is different; for some reason it called to me to make it into something.

I'm such a yarn hound that I initiated a trade with a fellow Etsian this week.