He who thanks but with the lips
Thanks but in part;
The full, the true Thanksgiving
Comes from the heart.
~J.A. Shedd
Thanksgiving comes to us out of the prehistoric dimness, universal to all ages and all faiths. At whatever straws we must grasp, there is always a time for gratitude and new beginnings.
~J. Robert Moskin
A thankful heart is not only the greatest virtue, but the parent of all the other virtues.
~Cicero
If you can't feed a hundred people, then just feed one.”
~Mother Teresa
Dear Lord; we beg but one boon more: Peace in the hearts of all men living, peace in the whole world this Thanksgiving.
~Joseph Auslander
At this time last year, I had a contest - leave a comment about what you're thankful for and you could win yarn. I'm going to repeat that contest again this year.
Leave a comment by midnight (US Central Time) on St. Nick's (December 6th, 2010). I'll assign a number to each person leaving a comment and will draw one number. The lucky winner will be send some special fiber.
And, in the meantime, don't leave your pumpkin pie unattended...
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Knitter's Last Will and Testament*
I, Stashhaus, being of sound mind (a statement which does not bear close examination) do hereby record my Knitter's Will and Testament.
With the knowledge that DH, my husband, hasn't the least understanding, appreciation for, or knowledge of my extensive fiber collections, said collection being suitably deposited in sundry places for safekeeping, and
With the knowledge that DH and most of my family or heirs will dispose of aforementioned collection without thought or due consideration as to the value of the collection (a thought which causes severe heart palpitations),
I, therefore, do will this collections and all other collections related to it, to my dear friends and fellow fiber preservationists Austine, Frank, Jayne, Lynn, Martha, Maureen, Sue, Susan, and Veronica.
It is my wish that each of them, upon hearing of my death and obtaining clear proof that I did not manage to take it with me (although goodness know I tried), would come to my house post haste, and search out my collection. I entreat them to search all usual places, including but not limited to: kitchen cupboards, closets, attic, basement, any storage bins, the oven, my car, and any other places where fiber is similarly stored at their own abode.
Further, it is my wish that they should rescue said collection and stack it in my knitting room, along with books, magazines, loose patterns, all works in progress and all knitting accoutrements. Upon completion of the rescue they shall send invitations to all my friends not yet departed and hold a wake in the knitting room, complete with refreshments, and during said wake they shall say lovely and kind things about me until they run out. Then they shall divide amongst themselves, by lot, my wonderful stash.
I shall be hovering (not to be confused with "hoovering") over that very spot until this is done.
A., F., J., L., M., M., S., S., and V. shall then quit this spot and close the door, leaving trivialities to those who do not understand.
This is my wish on the matter. **
*Adapted from the Knitter's Last Will and Testament by Elinor Peace Baily.
**This is not a legal document.
With the knowledge that DH, my husband, hasn't the least understanding, appreciation for, or knowledge of my extensive fiber collections, said collection being suitably deposited in sundry places for safekeeping, and
With the knowledge that DH and most of my family or heirs will dispose of aforementioned collection without thought or due consideration as to the value of the collection (a thought which causes severe heart palpitations),
I, therefore, do will this collections and all other collections related to it, to my dear friends and fellow fiber preservationists Austine, Frank, Jayne, Lynn, Martha, Maureen, Sue, Susan, and Veronica.
It is my wish that each of them, upon hearing of my death and obtaining clear proof that I did not manage to take it with me (although goodness know I tried), would come to my house post haste, and search out my collection. I entreat them to search all usual places, including but not limited to: kitchen cupboards, closets, attic, basement, any storage bins, the oven, my car, and any other places where fiber is similarly stored at their own abode.
Further, it is my wish that they should rescue said collection and stack it in my knitting room, along with books, magazines, loose patterns, all works in progress and all knitting accoutrements. Upon completion of the rescue they shall send invitations to all my friends not yet departed and hold a wake in the knitting room, complete with refreshments, and during said wake they shall say lovely and kind things about me until they run out. Then they shall divide amongst themselves, by lot, my wonderful stash.
I shall be hovering (not to be confused with "hoovering") over that very spot until this is done.
A., F., J., L., M., M., S., S., and V. shall then quit this spot and close the door, leaving trivialities to those who do not understand.
This is my wish on the matter. **
*Adapted from the Knitter's Last Will and Testament by Elinor Peace Baily.
**This is not a legal document.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Best Line
I've seen in a 1927 silent film with Clara Bow called "It" -
"I'll take the snap out of your garters yet."
"I'll take the snap out of your garters yet."
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
The Aging Process
While cheese and wine are the better for age, I'm not sure about my knitting.
At the end of October, I had posted about what was on my needles.
Martha, you need not have been so impressed. Keep in mind that there had not been much knitting content seen on this blog since the beginning of summer. Yes, there are an inordinate amount of WIPs around here - but they are the result of months of start-itis.
One of the items I've been working on was The Age of Steam and Brass Kerchief.
This is what it looked like when I left a conference and headed to the retreat two weeks ago.
This is what it looked like after the retreat -
after I frogged it for the fourth time.
Apparently I cannot talk and knit a deceptively simple pattern at the same time. I made a glaring error on the first two garter stitch sections that I just couldn't ignore.
I need to get this done as it's going to be a gift for someone.
But my attention has been diverted.
By the Gathered Scarf.
I may end up making more than one of these.
At the end of October, I had posted about what was on my needles.
Martha, you need not have been so impressed. Keep in mind that there had not been much knitting content seen on this blog since the beginning of summer. Yes, there are an inordinate amount of WIPs around here - but they are the result of months of start-itis.
One of the items I've been working on was The Age of Steam and Brass Kerchief.
This is what it looked like when I left a conference and headed to the retreat two weeks ago.
This is what it looked like after the retreat -
after I frogged it for the fourth time.
Apparently I cannot talk and knit a deceptively simple pattern at the same time. I made a glaring error on the first two garter stitch sections that I just couldn't ignore.
I need to get this done as it's going to be a gift for someone.
But my attention has been diverted.
By the Gathered Scarf.
I may end up making more than one of these.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Memories Can Keep You Warm
On the first morning of the crafter's retreat we took a walk, stopping at the building where most of the quilters were staying. One quilter was working on a commission to make 8 quilts for a family whose grandmother had recently passed away. One of the traits she is remembered for is wearing novelty sweater and sweatshirts. So her family is putting her wardrobe to good use.
Family pictures are also part of the quilt.
Family pictures are also part of the quilt.
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