Friday, November 28, 2008

X is for

is xeroxing charts.

This is a necessity for me when I knit lace.

I've seen people knitting off of teeny tiny charts. I don't know how they do it. I need to xerox 'em as large as I can make them. Plus, I need to mark up charts. Don't want to do that on the original pattern--especially if it's too small to begin with.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Cold Outside? Who Cares?

It was cold, cold, cold in Williamstown, MA this past weekend for the Knitters Review Retreat. It even snowed!

But, who cares about the cold when you have a handknit sweater to wear?

Or a nice comfy shawl to wrap around yourself.

And then there's the person who wrapped herself and her knitting around a cosmo (BTW, it was two of the best cosmos I've ever had!)

I had such a wonderful time! Knitting, chatting, seeing old friends, meeting new ones, putting faces to KR names, gawking at all the gorgeous knits, taking notes for future projects, fondling yarn.

Many thanks to Queen Clara.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

W is for


Be it on the hoof



tidy wound balls

on the needles

or off the needles.

I love the stuff!

Friday, November 7, 2008

V is for


So many of you post pictures of your gorgeous gardens. I live in an apartment. Up high. In a city. No digging in soil for me. But I do love beautiful flowers and almost always have them around the place.

Over the years, I've amassed quite a collection. The photo above shows only a small portion.

The vases are more than practical containers for me. Each also tells a story.

The chrome Chase vase on the left. Bought thirty years ago for $20. It took me forever to decide to buy it since that was a huge hunk of money for me then.

The amethyst vast was a gift from a long-time friend. Our best times and worst moments--we've been through them all together.

The large Waterford in the back. A wedding gift from former co-workers. We were married two months after 9/11 and that kind act brought happiness during a time of incomprehensible horror.

The large vase with flowers and the little pink one in front. They had been my dear mother-in-law's. She grew the most splendid flowers and she lived a loving and gracious life. When I use one of her vases, I know she's near.

My parents grew red roses and my Mom's bud vase is up there. The house, my parents, the roses are long-gone. But when I put a rose in the vase, I'm a kid in Albany again.

More than flowers fill those vases.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Why I Love NYC

Another reason why I love NYC--

So here I am watching last night's episode that I taped.

While right outside--a new episode is being set up for shooting tonight:

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Outfit of the Day

My neighborhood was very crowded today

and the thermal cape was all the rage: