Thursday, March 27, 2008

In which a hat is actually a snake and an elephant

The weather has been nuts today. *gorgeous* sun right now, snow, hail, rain and wind earlier. I took advantage of the break in the clouds to snap a few shots of The Wee Ones (as I have taken to calling them). I spy them here and there every so often, but they mostly keep to themselves.

And how sweet is this? I bet they feel like they're all alone out there...


But I think you are never quite so alone as you expect...


(I just like this one. And the closer sir is reading... not being a creepy stalker, like me)


Frankly, I think they all enjoy the sun as much as I do (though I live for the absolutely ridiculous weather days of the pacific northwest). I love the little bits that are left over form my knitting projects, I normally re-wind them into mini-skeins and hang them on this corkboard beside my desk, a kind of colour inspiration/retrospective. What do you do with your left over bits and bobs of yarn?

Ooh, also, this reminds me so very much of Le Petit Prince.
I am shocked to find that I do not own a copy!

Second Hedgerow sock is close to done. Well, I have the entire foot to do, but that's more than halfway!

Have a good day, peoples!

Monday, March 24, 2008

In which a most startling discovery is made

A most curious thing happened to me earlier today...
I was poking through my stash (oh no... it's true, I do have a stash. It's a small stash, but it's there...) when I heard someone calling to me.

"Hello. Sir? Hello."
I looked out in the hallway, poked my head out the window, but I couldn't see anyone, so I resumed my rooting.

"Excuse me sir, hallo."
I whipped around. No one there. Shoot, I really *have* lost it. I decided to go for a walk, surely some air wold he...

"Down here, by the... what's this, some cone of something or other?"
Cone? Oh, right, my neglected Harrisville Designs. But why would it be talking to me? can the wool fumes really be that strong in here? I looked closer, and much to my surprise, I saw a little man leaning against the yarn, waving at me...


"Afternoon sir."
"...hello?" I ever so tactfully replied.
"I was just out for a walk, but my dog seems to have run off, I don't suppose you've seen her about?"
"Er, no. No, I don't think I have..."
"Well, thanks anyway. Have a fine day."
With that he meandered off, calling after his dog.
I promptly took a seat on the floor, before I fell over.
Then, I heard laughter.
Almost dreading what I would find (and making a note to check myself in at the soonest possible oppourtunity), I returned my attentions to the yarn and was greeted by these three persons, apparently taking advantage of the wonderful weather and having quite the pleasant afternoon.


Frankly, this was all far too Swiftian for me, so I hastily tied on my shoes and went for a nice long walk. No sign of anyone when I returned. I'm not sure if I am more concerned with the possibility of my going mad, or my yarn playing host to a miniature community...