tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106583772025-09-16T03:22:53.696-05:00Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18435081760740704068noreply@blogger.comBlogger925125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10658377.post-27345426135969614072023-08-19T15:21:00.000-05:002023-08-19T15:21:22.525-05:00

Life is full of endings and beginnings.  Some have very definite starts and stops, while others just flow through life without much notice of when they make their entrances and exits.  Occasionally they stack up on you.  Sometimes you finish something, and you just sit back and reflect.  Some things have ended recently, some are in an active phase of ending, and others

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It's a real mystery, eh?  Still, it's something to do, and whether I knit the accompanying cat(s), as per the pattern, it doesn't even matter.  I have my needles going and I'm knitting silly little things.  I've made worse choices in this life, that's for sure.  They're also fun summertime knits, and the idea of floating along is appealing.  Just the idea, of course, as

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I spent several years as a social knitter, meeting weekly with other knitters locally.  That ended some years back, but that didn't mean losing contact with everyone.  Last year, Helen reached out, and because COVID is still here, we made a weekly Zoom appointment.  We even managed to show up mostly on time most weeks.  Occasionally, we even knit.  We never did get the

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It's all over but the crying?  Nah, but I did finish knitting the Hue Shift Afghan.  Now I just have to weave in all these ends.  I don't mind it.  If it were winter, I might've had a marathon session or three, but as warmer weather is here, I weave in a few and set it aside.  Little by little, bit by bit, I'll finish it.  It's a good task that goes well with

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So, the Hue Shift Afghan has only a few more rows left to knit (and alllllll of those ends) and it will be done.  I could have finished the knitting by now, but a few things have it off to the side.  We've had some unseasonably warm weather not well suited for having a big ol' blanket on my lap.  It will be back and forth with the temperatures, so the project will have its

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Yay!  We made it!  It's Groundhog Day!  This year's celebration called for a new hat, so I knit one while watching the movie.  I was going to make a pie but decided against it.  I have plans for a different day for that pie.  I hope you found joy and meaning and meaninglessness in the holiday!   

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This picture is thrilling.  You think I'm kidding, but I'm not.  Maybe you're having a second look at it, trying to decipher a hidden meaning.  It can't be that wiggly-looking bit of a partial ball of gray yarn being celebrated, can it?  Ah, but it is.  It is the remains of ball one (of two) from the Hue Shift Afghan kit meant for the border, and I have completed the

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In the vein of time being impossible to track and possibly being meaningless while also looming larger than ever, I finally knit these tigers just as the Year of the Tiger ends.  Sure, the new pattern for the Lunar New Year helped prompt me to get going with this, but that wasn't all.  My nephew recently had a birthday, and it was a special one.  It's hard to believe that he is now

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A lot was happening two years ago today.  I have many thoughts on what happened that day and in the days since, but I'm not the right one to write about it all.  I remember dyeing my hair purple while watching and wondering about what was happening.    As it also happened, it was my sister's birthday (she has one every year on this day) and so I sent her a birthday present.&

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We made it!  That last bit was a bit rocky, (no need to worry--life is like that sometimes) and for the last couple of weeks of the year, I had a lot of trouble keeping track of what day or time it was.  Much of that lingers, but it seems a little less difficult.  I don't have a personal 2022 wrap-up, and I'm just fine with that.  We're still here, and that is enough. 

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So, as I wrote about before, we've played more than a little bit of Animal Crossing.  I encouraged my mom to get a Switch and the game, but she held off for one reason or another.  When she finally started playing, she took to it the way we all thought she would.  By that, I mean she played a bit obsessively (no judgment, but it's a pretty accurate description).  It was a good

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First, we celebrate.  I have only one more column in the final quadrant of the Hue Shift Afghan!  Looking at the remaining yarn, I don't think I will have to play yarn chicken.  I picked it up the other day, finished the in-progress mitered square that was on the needles, and then worked the last mitered square on that row.  Next up is that final column (of five mitered

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Would you look at that?  I've returned with another post on this quaran-times topic.  Totally going to be a series now, eh?  So, today we ask, "If You Haven't Studied Another Language, Have You Even Quarantined?"  Well, have you?  As for me, I had been trying to brush up on,  expand, and improve my Spanish in early 2020 with Duolingo.  I had been canvassing, and

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Many of you reading this have never and probably will never meet me in person.  You may have some ideas about my personality, or perhaps you've never really given it much thought at all.  I'm an introvert, weird, and sometimes if I receive a quick response on a text/dm/email, I find it extremely difficult, bordering on impossible, to respond that response, but write imaginary ones in my

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Sure, these UFOs have literally been here for years, but I've not been working on them, and the mere act of dragging them out may not mean anything.  Their longstanding neglected status is not all these projects have in common.  They're both in states of waiting for their next steps, and their next steps are the final steps in knitting them.  One needs a bit of ye ol' pick up and

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My Kindle Fire has been unwell for a while, and I've been sad about it.  Not only have I enjoyed the device over the years, how I got it is special to me.  As it has been getting progressively sadder, I have tried all of the wishful thinking and lucky rituals trying to get it well.  I gotta say, the one where you hold down the power button for twenty-eight seconds in the light of

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I made a thing.  Actually, I made many things, thought a lot, took many pictures, and then I made this thing.  It's my entry into the 2022 Mochimochi Photo + Video Contest.  I had hoped to have made something better, but I think it's good that I put myself out there and tried something.  This contest is awesome, and I really like seeing what everyone makes.  Today is the

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Watching the water crisis in Jackson, Mississippi has had "Don't Drink the Water" by Dave Matthews Band stuck in my head for days.  Now I'm trying to dislodge it by getting another song in there.  So...AhNo-no-Notorious  Hey, it could be worse, I could have tried to change the lyrics to go along with knitting Tori the Tiny Triceratops.  Knit-Knit, Kni-tori-ous,

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We knew this day was coming, but we hoped we would have at least one more year before it happened.  Still, no matter when, we would still want more time.  My brother, sister-in-law, and two nieces moved away today.  It's all happened so quickly.  We were so grateful that they worked to find a way to isolate and test so we could have a little in-person time with them before

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If only I had knit more little things I would have created an awesome entry for the 2022 Mochimochiland Photo + Video Contest by now, right?  I have this little pile of recent knits.There's this other pile I knit before that.  Then there's this other pile of little knits that have been just hanging out in a bag in my knitting bag by the couch.  Don't forget the pile

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Do you ever stop and try to figure out the paths your mind takes to get to a particular topic, activity, or line of thinking?  I do that pretty often.  Sometimes when I have a number of concerning things going on in life my brain tries to sort them into patterns, tries to make puzzling things make sense, works to understand things when I might not have enough information, and the next

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Well, I stumbled a bit with the confidence, remembered that hope is a discipline, and lately, we've all had plenty of crises.  It's been quite a month, hasn't it?  Not for the first, nor probably for the last, in difficult times, I turn to knitting.  Here you see my poorly photographed Pride 2022 knitting.  Not only did I knit on with hope, but I knit on with love, and I knit

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By the time I had the third Palette sampler box, I had amassed a great list of reasons for having all three.  Not the least amongst them would be that I would know exactly what each color looked like and when ordering new balls of Palette, I would order the correct one.  No more frustrations caused by the difference between the photo and its display on my screen not matching real life.&

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Sometimes I turn to yarn and needles while I process thoughts and feelings.  Tiny heart after tiny heart.  So much loss.  So much grief.  Hate.  Fear.  Terror.   

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Truly, I'm just as surprised as you to find myself returning to a recurring blog topic, but here we are.  We'll head straight to the question, "If you haven't played a ton of Animal Crossing, have you even Quarantined?"  I answer with a resounding, "Yes!"  I have played so much Animal Crossing.  I even tried to come up to lyrics to the K.K. Slider hit, "Steep Hill," but worry

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