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Old = you no longer have children.

The two people I’ve birthed are officially adults.  Therefore:  I’m old.

Granted, Matthew will probably be forever somewhere between 3 – 10 years old, mentally, and in spite of the difficulties involved it still brings joy to my </atom:summary><link>http://nightowlknits.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-officially-old.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NightOwlKnits)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAOrQcc0Xf0/SpiVcUvV2HI/AAAAAAAAAdc/p72g7aYnLls/s72-c/NoFerrisWheel.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678609630282220772.post-3799610440630109260</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2009 20:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-19T13:56:39.216-07:00</atom:updated><title>So.   Sock Summit.</title><atom:summary>Sock Summit was pretty much everything that I might have hoped for.  Amazing people.  Fabulous yarns.  Outstanding classes.  Voodoo doughnuts.  I have to say I hated the lighting in the convention center – a migraine inducing set of yellowish fluorescents that had me on a steady dose of Imitrex, leaving me pretty loopy a lot of the time.  Yech.It was almost too much to believe at times.   Barbara</atom:summary><link>http://nightowlknits.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-sock-summit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NightOwlKnits)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAOrQcc0Xf0/SoxgjnpGFDI/AAAAAAAAAc0/W9d5nHd2YCg/s72-c/SS09_RavParty.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678609630282220772.post-3344454510363906933</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2009 02:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-11T19:54:49.000-07:00</atom:updated><title>Perspective.</title><atom:summary>I hearby commit to not try not to bitch about all of my petty and mundane problems.Wednesday morning started out sort of badly.  Tuesday afternoon DH braved the mob at the local Comcast office to procure a snazzy new cable modem to replace the relic I've been using for years.  The pretty new box initially refused to connect properly and after a few beatings remote resets grudgingly began working.</atom:summary><link>http://nightowlknits.blogspot.com/2009/06/perspective.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NightOwlKnits)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678609630282220772.post-2662423404189819081</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 00:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-10T12:45:48.306-07:00</atom:updated><title>Knitting Free Content</title><atom:summary>Well, almost knitting free.  I really wanted to have my Aeolean Shawl done for Rachel's Baccalaureate, but fell short by three rows. Three very very loooonnnng rows, each one seeming to take an hour longer than the previous one.  There just was no way to finish and block the danged thing in time.Perhaps by tomorrow - Graduation Day!  Unfortunately there is a strong possibility of rain and/or </atom:summary><enclosure type="" url="http://www.box.net/index.php?rm=box_mp3_player_run&amp;id=f_294994836&amp;name=Baccalaureate2009.MP3&amp;myfiles=1" length="0" /><link>http://nightowlknits.blogspot.com/2009/06/knitting-free-content.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NightOwlKnits)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678609630282220772.post-580219128299770118</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 18:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-29T16:43:04.330-07:00</atom:updated><title>I’ll take a slice of that woecake.</title><atom:summary>Sock Summit 2009.
I've been anticipating this so much and made the $$ decision to skip Sock Camp in favor of SS09.  Though I knew there was a lot of interest in this event it never crossed my miniscule mind that I wouldn't get any of the classes I wanted.  Initially that is what happened, and an unfortunate combination of conference calls and appointments made me miss the second go-round of </atom:summary><link>http://nightowlknits.blogspot.com/2009/05/ill-take-slice-of-that-woecake.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NightOwlKnits)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678609630282220772.post-6468824728268977279</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 May 2009 19:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-22T15:33:08.796-07:00</atom:updated><title>Muddling on.</title><atom:summary>I'm still kicking, and still knitting.  My resolution to blog on a regular basis was pretty much hosed by work demands and (in spite of my moniker) the need to sleep now and then.  Apologies to Grace and Marie for not seeing your comments earlier!Shortly after Stitches, my bread-and-butter client had a specific do or die deadline for the software that I'd been a team member on for what seems like</atom:summary><link>http://nightowlknits.blogspot.com/2009/05/muddling-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NightOwlKnits)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAOrQcc0Xf0/ShcFemabKjI/AAAAAAAAAcM/6qUrX41WkbI/s72-c/DSC_0038.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678609630282220772.post-5546828801539736175</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 00:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-19T15:21:11.074-07:00</atom:updated><title>Finally recovered from my post-Stitches hangover.</title><atom:summary>What is there to say? It was great as always – not as huge as some past years, but perhaps better because of it. My resolve to limit my spending was gleefully abandoned upon encountering the Blue Moon Mill Ends.Pidgeonroof Studios had some pretty yummy stuff too. My first (and favorite purchase) was chosen in a swap for some of the recent Plucky Classic called "Container Garden" – I really needed</atom:summary><link>http://nightowlknits.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-recovered-from-my-post-stitches_18.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NightOwlKnits)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3419/3365965021_6091512ebe_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678609630282220772.post-8261442907788083785</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2009 16:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-16T09:11:18.094-08:00</atom:updated><title>News Flash!</title><atom:summary>This just in:Ms. Ray has been accepted to her number one college pick - Cal Poly (San Luis Obispo).  Both parents expressed their happiness at the recent development, and the soon to be college bound senior was overjoyed and celebrated with friends.Yay!</atom:summary><link>http://nightowlknits.blogspot.com/2009/02/news-flash.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NightOwlKnits)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678609630282220772.post-3124800172705269277</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2009 00:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-13T17:52:44.127-08:00</atom:updated><title>Kicked to the curb by a pair of socks.</title><atom:summary>&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;  v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} w\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} .shape {behavior:url(#default#VML);}  &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0   false            false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                                                                            &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--</atom:summary><link>http://nightowlknits.blogspot.com/2009/02/kicked-to-curb-by-pair-of-socks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NightOwlKnits)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3004/3276834981_d88a509443_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678609630282220772.post-3520650515813220484</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Jan 2009 03:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-16T20:14:40.930-08:00</atom:updated><title>Snap.  Crackle.  Pop.</title><atom:summary>So in spite of my incessant whining about my broken bits, I've managed to complete a project.Holidazed Socks:   And made decent progress on the nacent Leyburn Socks:   About those broken bits:   The snap portion of the title owes to the fact that apparently when I took my fall I snapped my jaw shut forcefully enough to crack one of the veneers on my front teeth.  I broke it several days later </atom:summary><link>http://nightowlknits.blogspot.com/2009/01/snap-crackle-pop.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NightOwlKnits)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3314/3202884540_8e6d63e5d1_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678609630282220772.post-4827471699823445358</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2009 06:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-09T00:24:17.804-08:00</atom:updated><title>Dopey, Droopy &amp; Prophylactic Measures</title><atom:summary>So this is me on Vicodin and without the appropriate foundation garments.  The vicodin keeps me relatively pain-free but pretty dopey.  I've given up on bras, both the u-g-l-y sports version and the lets-pretend-I'm-still-perky underwires.  Both undergarments hurt like hell, so I've lapsed back to the cute camisoles I wished I'd worn when I was ten (but my mother thought were absurd - yet another</atom:summary><link>http://nightowlknits.blogspot.com/2009/01/dopey-droopy-prophylactic-measures.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NightOwlKnits)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3088/3181861702_6a9eacd198_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678609630282220772.post-6705759417201654626</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2008 08:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-30T03:46:47.322-08:00</atom:updated><title>Out of the rabbit hole.</title><atom:summary>Climbing my way back, with minor injuries and major work impediments. Apologies for the absurd delay. So about that Grand Canyon trip: If you should ever have the opportunity to do this – do it. Just go. This is a rare and unique opportunity to see the canyon in a way that so completely surpasses the park-your-car and hike to an overlook, or ride-a-mule-to-the-bottom adventure that I cannot find </atom:summary><link>http://nightowlknits.blogspot.com/2008/12/out-of-rabbit-hole.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NightOwlKnits)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3264/3137056301_0db5fc363e_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678609630282220772.post-8215133765867201582</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 00:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-13T19:26:47.005-07:00</atom:updated><title>Milestones</title><atom:summary>Today was picture day.  Graduating seniors have to have their pictures done well ahead of time and as luck would have it Ray &amp; I both had appointments for haircuts on this very day - Ms. R had to move her appointment up by several hours and was scheduled to be with another stylist since Gina, goddess of hair, wasn't usually in quite so early.

I don't know if Gina came in early because of Rachel </atom:summary><link>http://nightowlknits.blogspot.com/2008/08/milestones.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NightOwlKnits)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3105/2760810807_58df5e23cd_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678609630282220772.post-406913604995461540</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 00:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-12T18:22:04.476-07:00</atom:updated><title /><atom:summary>&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;  Projects: 3  Floors:   0             There has been zero progress made on the floors, unless you count getting estimates.  We have three so far and while each is pretty consistent for the master bedroom they vary wildly on the main living/dining area.  I think we’re going to hold off on a decision until after we return from our raft trip.    I’m actually getting pretty excited </atom:summary><link>http://nightowlknits.blogspot.com/2008/08/projects-3-floors-0-there-has-been-zero.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NightOwlKnits)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAOrQcc0Xf0/SKIyVD8w4sI/AAAAAAAAATE/ehUWCUsLTAo/s72-c/Feather+and++Fan+Cardi+4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678609630282220772.post-2809087418986953792</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 02:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-06T10:15:49.979-07:00</atom:updated><title>Colleges.  Blown knee.  Blisters.</title><atom:summary>Only two of the above are related. The college tour (Southern Calfornia edition) went well. Except for the blown knee part.  My daugher, me, and Rachel's attached-at-the-hip best friend Erin visited: Long Beach State, Chapman University, Pepperdine, UCLA, Cal State Northridge, Cal State Fullerton, UC Irvine, UC Santa Barbara, and Cal Poly (SLO) and one or two more that I'm surely missing...I </atom:summary><link>http://nightowlknits.blogspot.com/2008/08/colleges-blown-knee-blisters.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NightOwlKnits)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3192/2736496476_a5837d796d_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678609630282220772.post-3014263174853030043</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 02:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-09T19:49:53.281-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sometimes yarn cajoles.  Sometimes it bellows.</title><atom:summary>&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt;   /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-priority:99;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin-top:0in;  mso-para-margin-right:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt;  mso-para-margin-left:</atom:summary><link>http://nightowlknits.blogspot.com/2008/07/sometimes-yarn-cajoles-sometimes-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NightOwlKnits)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EAOrQcc0Xf0/SHVytXPO5PI/AAAAAAAAARk/W8sK3ukAKjo/s72-c/BlueSkyOCotton1sm.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678609630282220772.post-8872649763349229766</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 01:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-28T21:42:09.493-07:00</atom:updated><title>It's been a while.</title><atom:summary>So much to say, so little time these days.  Work continues to be just plain nuts.  There may (or may not) be a recession on, but thankfully no one has informed my clients.  I actually had to fudge some May hours into June for one client so as not to overrun the budget... I've never had that dubious pleasure before! Short updates:  My brother evidently has an angel sitting on his shoulder and has </atom:summary><link>http://nightowlknits.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-been-while.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NightOwlKnits)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EAOrQcc0Xf0/SGbzc14BsyI/AAAAAAAAAP8/9jsVcRDcs2w/s72-c/Prom+Night.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678609630282220772.post-2534524810238904362</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 03:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-08T21:13:23.185-07:00</atom:updated><title>What.  A.  Day.  Twice.</title><atom:summary>This last month has been insane. Work-wise, I’ve been buried. I think this last month and a half I’ve had at best three non-working days. bitch, bitch, bitch... Family stuff is wearing me down too. Three weeks ago my brother suffered a series of seizures that kept him in intensive care for four days. He is still hospitalized, and yesterday it became pretty clear that he isn’t going to return to </atom:summary><link>http://nightowlknits.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-day-twice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NightOwlKnits)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2188/2477577550_e24afca621_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678609630282220772.post-7733183925901183934</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2008 05:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-08T21:03:31.828-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sort of like Burning Man, but without the misery *</title><atom:summary>*overheard at the Maker Faire. Today my husband and I actually attended a crafty kind of event together. That alone makes it an event. The Maker Faire is a total hoot, heavily populated with geeks, freaks and full on nerds. I was so at home - with my people. I had been sort of on the fence about going this year, but hearing that the Yarn Harlot would make an appearance sold me. What sold my </atom:summary><link>http://nightowlknits.blogspot.com/2008/05/sort-of-like-burning-man-but-without.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NightOwlKnits)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EAOrQcc0Xf0/SB1KWpBRf2I/AAAAAAAAAO8/XcT_hHRCWVI/s72-c/Harlot.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678609630282220772.post-5081854604973723735</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 01:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-18T18:36:29.760-07:00</atom:updated><title>You’d think I’d be over it by now.</title><atom:summary>It's been one year today since we had to put Salt to sleep.I'm still not over it. I still miss him fiercely. I read a news column in the paper a couple of years ago about "lifetime dogs" – those dogs that you remember forever. The ones that hold a special place in your heart, no matter what dog you've had before or after. Salt was a lifetime cat, and there is a Salty-shaped hole in my heart to </atom:summary><link>http://nightowlknits.blogspot.com/2008/03/youd-think-id-be-over-it-by-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NightOwlKnits)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EAOrQcc0Xf0/R-Bt1LAI1UI/AAAAAAAAAOk/x5WAQ4nQR5Y/s72-c/Salty+in+the+Sun+2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678609630282220772.post-5576736993649707822</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 03:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-17T20:31:18.929-07:00</atom:updated><title>I have a low threshold of amusement.</title><atom:summary>The camera has returned, so here are the latest pictures.This is, of all things, the toilet at my client's new place of business. For some reason, this struck me as hilarious.The toilet seat cover had a trout on it too.And here is proof positive that knitting can be accomplished even in the limited flight time between Boise and San Jose. This is a soon-to-be shop sample of a shrug knit in Second </atom:summary><link>http://nightowlknits.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-low-threshold-of-amusement.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NightOwlKnits)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EAOrQcc0Xf0/R981ALAI1SI/AAAAAAAAAOU/MGSrGTqOcjQ/s72-c/IWM_toilet_1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678609630282220772.post-2021988262819427922</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 01:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-17T18:15:31.437-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sometimes my life is a (badly written) sitcom.</title><atom:summary>Have you ever seen a sitcom episode where the hapless character is locked out of his(her) hotel room sans clothing? That was me this morning. Not quite so embarrassing, but incredibly stupid, and (after the fact) pretty laughable.A week or so ago the doorknob on our kitchen/garage door finally gave up and broke (picture DH and DD opening door only to find the detached doorknob in hand and insert </atom:summary><link>http://nightowlknits.blogspot.com/2008/03/sometimes-my-life-is-badly-written.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NightOwlKnits)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678609630282220772.post-1545342498521278787</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Mar 2008 07:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-09T00:22:40.720-08:00</atom:updated><title>A Four Letter Word</title><atom:summary>I saw evil. And then I smashed it with a paper towel, so I cannot be certain, but since it was the second appearance of said evil I'm afraid (horrified, actually) that it was a clothes moth. Gack. I'd seen one the day before, just above a bag that contained some newly purchased yarn, but didn't really register it. Then another the following day. I got that sick feeling in my stomach, so the </atom:summary><link>http://nightowlknits.blogspot.com/2008/03/four-letter-word.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NightOwlKnits)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EAOrQcc0Xf0/R9ORLLAI1GI/AAAAAAAAAM0/aNpuIW0q1Tg/s72-c/Baked+Yarn+web.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678609630282220772.post-7641810480528183118</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 20:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-25T12:44:12.194-08:00</atom:updated><title>Stitches Overload</title><atom:summary>I love Stitches.  Been totally addicted since I first went five (six?) years ago.  It is huge fun for me and I always learn soooo much.Recently I started knitting socks and finally "got" why everyone is so crazed about Blue Moon Socks That Rock.  I was determined to buy STR.  Really determined.How do you think I did?Now, admittedly, it isn't all for me.  Nancy S. didn't want to go to Stitches </atom:summary><link>http://nightowlknits.blogspot.com/2008/02/stitches-overload.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NightOwlKnits)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EAOrQcc0Xf0/R8Mi8Bp_OOI/AAAAAAAAALk/mEAoy1qWAf0/s72-c/STR_2Web.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678609630282220772.post-1821549728878954007</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Feb 2008 22:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-06T15:07:28.793-08:00</atom:updated><title>I'm it.</title><atom:summary>I've been tagged by Terry - and for once, I'm actually ahead of the game!  I saw this meme on another blog and figured I'd be tagged eventually, so already I have my list ready to go.  The fact that I'm ahead is monumental because I always procrastinate.4 job's I've held:fabric store clerkdata entry clerk for a book publisheryarn shop employeesoftware developer4 movies I watch over &amp; over again: </atom:summary><link>http://nightowlknits.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NightOwlKnits)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

