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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664610815825503871</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2012 13:30:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>knitting</category><category>stitch markers</category><category>accessories</category><category>Sweaters</category><category>etsy</category><category>presents</category><title>The Knitting Type</title><description /><link>http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Sara Kirby)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheKnittingType" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="theknittingtype" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664610815825503871.post-446093461059431083</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2012 17:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-18T09:54:12.430-08:00</atom:updated><title>Maurice Murphy - Last Day in Ireland</title><description>&lt;div&gt;Well I've dragged my feet on this long enough so today I bring to you Maurice Murphy's last 2 days in Ireland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picking up from this last&lt;a href="http://www.theknittingtype.com/index.php?id=5320396881689332328"&gt; post&lt;/a&gt;, we left Killarney and headed north.  We made a couple stops along the way as we headed towards the River Shannon.  We were making our way toward Galway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along the way we stopped at a sheep farm where sheep and land owner, &lt;a href="http://www.krolltravel.com/stories/ireland-kells-sheepdog-trials.html"&gt;Brendan Ferris&lt;/a&gt; lived and worked.  We were privileged enough to watch some professional sheep herding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wojjUePjIk8/Tw8f0DWqSDI/AAAAAAAAASw/NA4aiK1PdLs/s1600/88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wojjUePjIk8/Tw8f0DWqSDI/AAAAAAAAASw/NA4aiK1PdLs/s320/88.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696807032760977458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize this might not sound too exciting for some folks but I was tickled. Maurice was confused.  He didn't understand the concept of herding but was very excited to meet some of his long lost relatives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qTg8BVk4De4/Tw8fz-4HCGI/AAAAAAAAASo/VwgFLivd5Y8/s320/87.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696807031559096418" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh, hello. I'm Maurice Murphy.  Do you fancy my bow tie? Want to share a spot of grass?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cVsDyPkqLGU/Tw8f0l097gI/AAAAAAAAATQ/KzbH3Kj36xc/s1600/90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cVsDyPkqLGU/Tw8f0l097gI/AAAAAAAAATQ/KzbH3Kj36xc/s320/90.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696807042014899714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The herding was quite impressive. There was a very steep hill that the sheep would climb at their own pace but when Brendan Ferris the Sheep Herder Extrorinaire  blew his whistle the boarder collies fled into action prowling the sheep this way and that. They zig zagged all the way down until Mr. Ferris blew his whistle again!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jbCuWafyOjc/Tw8iGiPuZpI/AAAAAAAAATk/G3iJiBAXHnw/s1600/100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jbCuWafyOjc/Tw8iGiPuZpI/AAAAAAAAATk/G3iJiBAXHnw/s320/100.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696809549314287250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can see in the photo above just how agile these dogs are. They practically fly when they run!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JAvSTwlQu8k/Tw8f1Ie9lMI/AAAAAAAAATY/m5U4lyn1NBs/s1600/91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JAvSTwlQu8k/Tw8f1Ie9lMI/AAAAAAAAATY/m5U4lyn1NBs/s320/91.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696807051317843138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was quite chilly on this day and while Maurice was enjoying watching his relatives transition from lazy grazing to terrified spurts of herding he needed some comfort. So Husband picked him up and positioned him safely under his arm so Maurice could continue watching the trials (where the dogs could not get too close).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left Mr. Ferris' farm and made our way to what was suppose to be a &lt;a href="http://www.skelligexperience.com/skellig_experience.html"&gt;Skellig &lt;/a&gt;adventure, however the waters were too rough and the fog had settled so we made our way through the gift shop instead and the Husband found himself a wind instrument.  After I had purchased my Irish tokens I walked out of the gift shop and found the below image...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PN9HnoQIj-E/Tw8iG5odT8I/AAAAAAAAATs/YB_G_WZa2tM/s1600/92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PN9HnoQIj-E/Tw8iG5odT8I/AAAAAAAAATs/YB_G_WZa2tM/s320/92.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696809555592040386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone was taking his new hobby very seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the lack of Skellig experience we got back on the bus and headed towards our next adventure, the &lt;a href="http://www.cliffsofmoher.ie/"&gt;Cliffs of Moher&lt;/a&gt;!  Just before we arrived our tour guide stopped the bus at a pull-off location to allow us to stretch our legs and take in some of the beautiful landscape.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maurice Murphy told me that after our last sheep visit he was not too keen on getting off the bus for a while so we left him stay on the bus as Husband and I left to stretch our legs and see what there was to be seen. While the landscape was beautiful I was taken by some of the residents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ow6oGynn4U4/Tw8iG9585gI/AAAAAAAAAT8/yE70ac8LA0g/s1600/94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ow6oGynn4U4/Tw8iG9585gI/AAAAAAAAAT8/yE70ac8LA0g/s320/94.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696809556739155458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This man played the accordion wonderfully and created such a permanent image in my mind that I will always remember him sitting there, singing his land's stories, staring blankly as tourist crossed his path.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FsV92Nip7Is/Tw8iHACzxJI/AAAAAAAAAUI/becvNN4ZgGc/s1600/93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FsV92Nip7Is/Tw8iHACzxJI/AAAAAAAAAUI/becvNN4ZgGc/s320/93.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696809557313176722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This will also leave a permanent image in my head.  I got to hold a baby sheep for the first time ever. There was another local resident sitting on the side of the road by the bus stops.  He held the lamb in his lap, a tiny pup sat next to him and on the other side of him was a baby deer. They looked like they had all had a rough life but together they were a little family. I gave him some money and he let me hold this little lamb who could not have been more soft and warm.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally we boarded the bus and headed towards our final destination for the day, the &lt;a href="http://www.cliffsofmoher.ie/"&gt;Cliffs of Moher.&lt;/a&gt;  Maurice Murphy was very excited about this stop!  He had heard the views were breath taking and the weather was looking sunny and warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03suULpZops/Tw8iHq-1FqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/YBtgofbC1Kw/s1600/95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03suULpZops/Tw8iHq-1FqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/YBtgofbC1Kw/s320/95.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696809568839210658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not be able to see it in the photo above but there is a small castle in the distance.  We eventually walked over to this castle.  Just to give you some perspective though of how large and how expansive the Cliffs are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A04qGAdTGLg/Tw8ilYvnK7I/AAAAAAAAAUg/dGWQ5BWWO2E/s1600/96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A04qGAdTGLg/Tw8ilYvnK7I/AAAAAAAAAUg/dGWQ5BWWO2E/s320/96.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696810079339621298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the Husband and I lectured Maurice on the safety issues at the Cliffs and that it would best if he stuck by us and did not wander off on his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucOn5PLjJ-s/Tw8ilgTX_aI/AAAAAAAAAUs/WOE88lRxgQw/s1600/97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucOn5PLjJ-s/Tw8ilgTX_aI/AAAAAAAAAUs/WOE88lRxgQw/s320/97.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696810081368669602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;Maurice promised to do as instructed and so we made our way to the castle (see it in the background? It's getting closer).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vuzViSUIYoQ/Tw8im07oF3I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Oz7TQ3QW0iM/s1600/99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vuzViSUIYoQ/Tw8im07oF3I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Oz7TQ3QW0iM/s320/99.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696810104086075250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here we are at the castle. Turns out it was not as big as Maurice Murphy had expected but still, he was very impressed by the view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xuoKuPVbQQs/Tw8il9QWChI/AAAAAAAAAU4/arE8zIfYE0A/s1600/98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xuoKuPVbQQs/Tw8il9QWChI/AAAAAAAAAU4/arE8zIfYE0A/s320/98.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696810089140587026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And so our adventure with Maurice Murphy ended.  He now lives with us back in Ol' Baltimore which he agrees has its own charm but will never compare to Ireland. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Knitting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qTg8BVk4De4/Tw8fz-4HCGI/AAAAAAAAASo/VwgFLivd5Y8/s1600/87.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1664610815825503871-446093461059431083?l=theknittingtype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/2012/01/maurice-murphy-last-day-in-ireland.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sara)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wojjUePjIk8/Tw8f0DWqSDI/AAAAAAAAASw/NA4aiK1PdLs/s72-c/88.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664610815825503871.post-7769057360524606743</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 22:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-31T15:12:17.270-08:00</atom:updated><title>Its a Wrap!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On the last day of the 2011, in the final hours of the day I wanted to make sure I posted my knitted gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I managed to produce only 4 made holiday gifts but its the quality that counts, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year's gifts were as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vB5cTHGVXKs/Tv-SYC4Ef6I/AAAAAAAAARw/i7-6RSdOFqI/s200/IMG_3891.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692429395806158754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An &lt;a href="http://ravel.me/TheKnittingType/twh"&gt;Ear Warmer&lt;/a&gt; for my Be Fri (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;that's best friend if you don't kno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;w the lingo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pattern is &lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/the-whitney-headband"&gt;The Whitney &lt;/a&gt;by Jennifer DiMaria.  Be Fri had seen this ear warmer in a local trendy store and said she wanted one. I of course scooped it up for closer inspectio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n only to find out that the pattern looked fairly simple.  And indeed it was, but thankfully I didn't have to worry my pretty little head with details and was able to find a similar pattern already written out on Ravelry.  (*sigh, I &amp;lt;3 &lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/"&gt;Ravelry&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tcSPq444qXk/Tv-Te2N7b8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/VeF_KT0ojP8/s200/IMG_1436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692430612178890690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A warm and fuzzy &lt;a href="http://ravel.me/TheKnittingType/88mc6"&gt;Christmas Cowl&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.demetersden.blogspot.com"&gt;Mamasita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did not ask for this but I saw the yarn and thought it looked liked something she might wear. I also saw the pattern on a recent trip to &lt;a href="http://atangledskein.com/"&gt;A Tangled Skein&lt;/a&gt;.  They had the same cowl already knit up and displayed by the yarn. I have to admit this was a selfish knit. I just really wanted to play with the yarn and knit the pattern, gifting it was just a nice little side effect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-74W1hCGf6xo/Tv-VVOMAoYI/AAAAAAAAASQ/iye_938LWKY/s200/IMG_1524.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692432645837857154" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/koolhaas"&gt;Koolhass &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ravel.me/TheKnittingType/k1"&gt;Hat and Mitts&lt;/a&gt; was for the genius boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last two items I knit were for my handsome and all "grown-up" little brother.  Let's be honest, even though this year he techinically became legal to drink and that according to the state he is now 100% responsible for all of his actions and purchases (yet, still cannot rent a car) I had to put the "grown-up" portion of my previous statement in quotes because the reason I knit this kid a very nice hat and fingerless mitts was because the genius put the 100% wool mitts I made him 2 years ago in the washer and then (knitters cover your ears) the dryer!  He might be bigger than me, he might be stronger than me, he might even be smarter than me (if you consider a 21 year old applying to Ivy League schools for a Ph.D. in physics smart) but "grown-up"?  Not more than me, no.  I would never do that to yarn.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a wonderful handmade holiday full of family, friends, laughter, and some very nice knitting books I received!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will 2012 hold I wonder.  Perhaps some color work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year, Knitters and Crotchers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1664610815825503871-7769057360524606743?l=theknittingtype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-wrap.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sara)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vB5cTHGVXKs/Tv-SYC4Ef6I/AAAAAAAAARw/i7-6RSdOFqI/s72-c/IMG_3891.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664610815825503871.post-7234564154657902412</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2011 14:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-30T06:31:07.980-07:00</atom:updated><title>100 Things about Me (5 years later)</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In June of 2006, I was 25 and wrote a '100 Things about Meeeeee' post over at my old blog, &lt;a href="http://www.yarncoffee.blogspot.com"&gt;YarnCoffee&lt;/a&gt;.  At that point in my life I knew two things for sure, I loved yarn and coffee and thus my blog title was born.  I switched over to TheKnittingType in January 2008.  In 2008 I also met my now husband, I lost my beloved cat, and officially decided that going out to bars to meet people/guys was pointless because all I ever did was hang out with my own friends and scream at them because it was TOO LOUD!  I was getting older, perhaps a little more mature (I still laugh when I or someone else farts, let's not get too reflective), and I was changing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="date-posts"&gt;&lt;div class="post-outer"&gt;&lt;div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template" style="margin: 0.5em 0px 1.5em; border-bottom: 1px dotted rgb(255, 255, 204); padding-bottom: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header" style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-115023043631629094"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-115023043631629094"&gt;I'm now 30 and just today, remembered that once upon time, roughly 5.5 years ago, I created a list. A list of 100 things that I thought I knew about myself.  So, I thought it would be fun to revisit this list!  To see what I wrote, to see if and how much I've changed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-115023043631629094"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-115023043631629094"&gt;Ok, here we go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-115023043631629094"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-115023043631629094"&gt;1. My favorite colors are blue and purple. (Ok, this one is still true  but I also love mauve)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. I don't like to wear purple but I do wear a lot of blue.&lt;/span&gt;  (I do like to wear purple and blue, and gray and mauve!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. I have a cat named Bobi after a friend who died when I was fifteen, her name was Beth.&lt;/span&gt; (Bobi passed away in 2008 and is greatly missed. But I know have two adorable kittehs named Chalie, after 'Chalie Bit my Finger', and Spartacus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. I have fallen in love twice.&lt;/span&gt; (This is still true.  Since meeting my husband I have reassessed what I thought I knew love was.  I know believe that I have fallen in love twice, once with Hubby and once before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. I love to travel.&lt;/span&gt; (still true!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6. I have traveled outside the US three times.&lt;/span&gt; (Thanks to my awesome honeymoon in Ireland, this is now four times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7. I question faith, destiny, religion, and spirituality.&lt;/span&gt; (I hope this is always true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;8. I believe in faith in people, manifesting destiny, and finding spirituality.&lt;/span&gt; (yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;9. I am an only child.&lt;/span&gt; (sort of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;10. I am the second old child.&lt;/span&gt; (Ok, so here is the deal. I am the only child born to my two parents when they were together.  I am a step child to my step father and step mother, a step sister to my older brother and younger sister, and a 1/2 sibling to my little brother. I have known all these people since I was 5 years old so to me there are no steps or halves, there is only family and this is mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;11. I am a sister, an aunt, and daughter.&lt;/span&gt; (And now a wife!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;12. I love irises and Gerber daisies.&lt;/span&gt; (This is still true and I used both at my wedding. I also lurv Dahlias!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;13. I hate the smell of beets.&lt;/span&gt; (Still true, I don't care what anyone says beets are the devil's food)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;14. I cannot stand hearing the word "moist" pronounced.&lt;/span&gt; (yup, gross, don't say it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;15. My step parents names are Ken and Barbie.&lt;/span&gt;  (so funny and so true!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;16. I love to dance. (I do! I also love yoga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;17. I grew up taking ballet, tap, jazz, and modern dance classes.&lt;/span&gt; (this has no changed, haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;18. I was on my high school Dance Team.&lt;/span&gt; (indeed I was)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;19. I'm about to move into my very first, very own apartment!&lt;/span&gt; (Obviously, this is not a current statement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;20. I have about 5 friends who know me better than most.&lt;/span&gt; (I would say that I have three friends who probably know me better than most and I have known them since 3rd and 7th grade. Hi Bridget, Gretchen, and Emily!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;21. I love to dance in the kitchen while cooking.&lt;/span&gt; (yes, I do! I also like to listen to audio books on my IPOD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;22. I like cleaning.&lt;/span&gt; (Ok, this has changed a little.  I really used to take my Sunday, later morning, and do a quick 1 to 2 hours cleaning session. I had this cleaning method down pack and my home always looked neat and tidy.  Now I live with a boy and he is messy and never picks up after himself. So I have concluded that I enjoy cleaning up after myself and despise picking up after him but do for my own sanity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;23. When I do clean I like to turn music up to an obnoxious volume and sing loudly.&lt;/span&gt; (Because I no longer do my 2 hours of cleaning on Sunday mornings like I used to I kinda just clean as I move through the house and unfortunately don't play the music. But you know what? The 25 year old version of myself was right, cleaning is a lot better when the music is blasting, I shall make it a point to do this! You go girl!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;24. I like to read some fiction.&lt;/span&gt; (yes, and non-fiction, and yoga journal, and blogs, and facebook status messages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;25. I don't really like sci-fi although i do love Harry Potter (books) and the Lord of the Rings (movies).&lt;/span&gt; (um, sure. I don't think really matters in my life anymore though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;26. I LOVE wine.&lt;/span&gt; (yes I do!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;27. I LOVE Burger cookies (Baltimore specialty).&lt;/span&gt; (yes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;28. I leave candy wrappers tucked into sofa cushions.&lt;/span&gt; (I have really cut candy out of my life but if I had not this would be true. I probably leave other things in couch cushions now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;29. I leave half drank cups of coffee in the microwave (thanks, Mom).&lt;/span&gt; (and tea and measuring cups)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;30. I'm learning to cook. Haven't killed anyone yet so I think I'm doing well.&lt;/span&gt; (still no one has died, good job me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;31. I last skinned my knees when I was 11, my mom took a picture as a keepsake.&lt;/span&gt; (yup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;32. I am not athletic.&lt;/span&gt; (my coordination skills have not changed, nor has my lung capacity so yes, still true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;33. I throw like "a girl".&lt;/span&gt; (probably worse than a girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;34. I can speak in multiple accents.&lt;/span&gt; (yes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;35. I don't crush easily.&lt;/span&gt; (I'm sure what the 25 year old version of myself was attempting to define about herself by this statement but the 30 year old version of me has no idea what I was trying to prove.  I crush very easily! haha. I love to love things, people, animals, colors, movies, songs, etc. Silly girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;36. I am in touch with my emotions.&lt;/span&gt; (yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;37. I like math. (I liked algebra and geometry, they made sense to me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;38. I do not like grammar.&lt;/span&gt; (grammar is inconsistent and makes no sense to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;39. I do like poetry. (yes!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;40. I am the 2nd woman in my family to go to college.&lt;/span&gt; (This is dumb and not true. I think I was misinformed when I wrote this.  Many woman on both sides of my family have gone to college.  My grandmother did not go, my mom did, and so did I. So I guess that means 2nd in that little family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;41. To hide from the world's ugly reality I watch TV on DVD (no commercials).&lt;/span&gt; (haha, this is kinda true, but now I have cable and a DVR and still don't watch the news and FF through commercials)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;42. This is hard.&lt;/span&gt; (not really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;43. I love live music.&lt;/span&gt; (yes, in controlled environments when I have a seat. 'old'!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;44. My favorite two instruments are the Saxophone and the Harmonica.&lt;/span&gt;  (and piano and violin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;45. I once had a pet cat named muffin, I came home from school one day and my dad told me he had thrown my cat out the window because it was a farm animal. I was dumbfounded.&lt;/span&gt; (we lived on the 1st floor of the apt. just fyi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;46. I cannot wiggle my ears.&lt;/span&gt; (true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;47. I used to hate the taste of pickles and coffee but loved the smell. Now I like the taste of both.&lt;/span&gt; (yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;48. I read before bed.&lt;/span&gt; (yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;49. I tend to say inappropriate things at the wrong time (funerals, weddings, birthdays, etc.)&lt;/span&gt; (I also overshare. What? You did not want to know ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;50. I am 1/2 this number.&lt;/span&gt; (not anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;51. I used to take violin and piano lessons.&lt;/span&gt; (haha, maybe that is why they were not listed as my favorite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;52. I tend to quit things I don't enjoy doing.&lt;/span&gt; (I've since learned to power through rather than quit but I will still walk out of a movie, concert, venue, or event if I don't like it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;53. I have moved at least 9 times.&lt;/span&gt; (I have moved a total of 18 times, and that does not include packing up and moving in and out of dorms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;54. I have lived in 2 different states.&lt;/span&gt; (yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;55. I have lived on 2 different coasts.&lt;/span&gt; (yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;56. I have lived in 2 major cities.&lt;/span&gt; (yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;57. I once told someone I was a professional job hopper.&lt;/span&gt; (yes and have since added 5 more jobs to that profession)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;58. I have been at my current job for 2 years.&lt;/span&gt; (I stayed at that last job for 4 years. I have been at my current job for 1.5 years and love it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;59. I am a free spirited, type-A person.&lt;/span&gt; (right and left brained, its very confusing in this head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;60. I go with my gut.&lt;/span&gt; (And question everything) (*side note: I'm 1/2 this number!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;61. I tend to put all my eggs in one basket.&lt;/span&gt; (yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;62. I over analyze people.&lt;/span&gt; (yes :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;63. I'm impulsive.&lt;/span&gt; (yes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;65. I lived in (not in them, I camped and survived on them) the mountains for 5 days, slept under tarp, hiked miles, rocked and boulder climbed, repelled...I'd do it again.&lt;/span&gt; (go me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;66. I have one tattoo&lt;/span&gt; (yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;67. I do not like spicy food.&lt;/span&gt; (I now like spicy and warm foods, bring on the peppers and the cumin!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;68. I will always opt to eat Italian food when given a choice.&lt;/span&gt; (Not really, too many carbs, too much dairy, etc.  Now I really like Thai and yummy vegan dishes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;69. I'm not very political, I do pay attention.&lt;/span&gt; (this is still true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;70. I do vote.&lt;/span&gt; (yes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;71. I sometimes wish I was a little more selfish.&lt;/span&gt; (yes. I have a problem saying no to people when I really need to take time for myself. I get myself all stressed out by doing this and then snap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;72. When I was a little girl I used to keep pet worms.&lt;/span&gt; (yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;73. I've never broken a bone.&lt;/span&gt; (still true!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;74. I've never been stung by anything.&lt;/span&gt; (still true!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;75. I hate my calves, I call them "mamajama beaters". (it makes me giggle).&lt;/span&gt; (I've learned to accept them. They are not so bad, they are just meaty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;76. My mother will always know me better than I know myself.&lt;/span&gt; (yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;77. I love popping bubble wrap, it relieves stress! Try it.&lt;/span&gt; (yes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;78. I like Garfield more than Snoopy.&lt;/span&gt; (yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;79. I often have to bug my family and friends to read this blog (who else will I wonder?).&lt;/span&gt; (yes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;80. Hershey Kisses are my favorite chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;  (yes, I have a bag hidden in the house right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;81. I have 6 aunts named Mary. My grandma Mary named them.&lt;/span&gt; (my mother is also named Mary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;82. I don't believe in Heaven or Hell but have a sneaking suspicion that reincarnation is possible. (yes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;83. I make snap judgments but try to be open minded enough to know I could be wrong.&lt;/span&gt; (still true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;84. I want to go skydiving but not bungie jumping.&lt;/span&gt; (yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;85. My all time favorite candy is Necco Valentines Candy Hearts.&lt;/span&gt; (yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;86. I don't believe that Valentines Day should be for lovers. I think it should be for family and friends, those are the people you sometimes how much you love, appreciate, and need in your life.&lt;/span&gt; (eh, I have enjoyed spending it with my husband, its the one night a year he cooks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;87. I am Anti-MySpace.&lt;/span&gt; (I broke down and got a profile just before Facebook took off. I don't have one anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;88. I like Independent Films.&lt;/span&gt; (yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;89. I think God Father III is a joke.&lt;/span&gt; (yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;90. I have freckles.&lt;/span&gt; (in the summer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;91. I never knew I was a dog person till we had to put our family dog to sleep.&lt;/span&gt; (yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;92. I will one day own a dog and two cats.&lt;/span&gt; (I have 2 cats, and am working on the Hubby for a dog. He says once we have kids to take care of it. LOL, silly husband)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;93. I procrastinate.&lt;/span&gt; (doing it now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;94. I own a 6ft tall wooden giraffe&lt;/span&gt;. (yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;95. I start projects and put them down for months, sometimes years at a time.&lt;/span&gt; (yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;96. I have a problem thinking of 100 things about myself.&lt;/span&gt; (not really, I'm quite interesting,right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;97. I am right handed.&lt;/span&gt; (yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;98. I give all animals I see a personality by talking in a funny voice that I think would suit them if they could speak English, then I name them...All of them.&lt;/span&gt; (still do this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;99. My most favorite person in the world is my little brother. (for always)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;100. I value friends, family, and my relationships with people more than work or schooling. (yes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I cannot believe I did not mention anything about knitting.  Thank you for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Knitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1664610815825503871-7234564154657902412?l=theknittingtype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/2011/10/100-things-about-me-5-years-later.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sara)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664610815825503871.post-5320396881689332328</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Sep 2011 18:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-03T13:33:33.155-07:00</atom:updated><title>Killarney and Such</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't believe i'm still blogging about my honeymoon that happened almost 4 months ago now!  But I told myself that I would blog the adventures so I don't forget and if it takes till next year I'm gonna do it! (bare with me there are only 2 more posts about it after this one, i promise!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, once we finished up at the Blarney Castle we boarded the bus and continued on our journey towards the&lt;a href="http://www.killarneytowers.com/accommodation.html"&gt; Killarney Towers&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CxJ2EtT9Ltk/ToYfyRbsMRI/AAAAAAAAANU/PG8eWCpfics/s400/81.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658244930371072274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I diligently continued work on my &lt;a href="http://www.theknittingtype.com/index.php?id=2845270541534065502"&gt;Wispy Cardi&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;at this point it was not complete, remember this all took place in June and I finished the sweater in August&lt;/span&gt;).  Don't think from the photo above that I did not spend hours upon hours gazing out our bus window and taking in all of the scenic landscape my eyes could gobble up, because I did.  But you know, after 2 hours on a 4 hour bus ride you kinda get bored.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;shhhhh, I didn't say that. I loved every minute and want to do it all over again!&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got to our hotel Husband and I were thrilled that our room was lovely, big king size bed, jacuzzi hot tub, we even had bathrobes, a bottle of wine, sparkling waters, and slippers waiting for us.  Although quite parched and eager to drink the wine I hesitated insisting we inquire with the front desk before opening it.  I'm American, they'll charge you $40 for a $10 bottle of wine if you just move it in your hotel room in the states!  But the woman at the front desk told us it was a honeymoon gift and there was no charge. Yippee!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gBQ1fThHez8/ToYfyqiLkeI/AAAAAAAAANc/9TYYBYgG97I/s1600/82.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gBQ1fThHez8/ToYfyqiLkeI/AAAAAAAAANc/9TYYBYgG97I/s400/82.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658244937109180898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We opened the bottle and tried on our bathrobes.  And after just one glass my sophisticated and serious, never silly, Husband did this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VsLCr7JNUpo/ToYfywwpEuI/AAAAAAAAANk/HPcctZSdXUs/s1600/83.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VsLCr7JNUpo/ToYfywwpEuI/AAAAAAAAANk/HPcctZSdXUs/s400/83.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658244938780447458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, the belt of my bathrobe is around his head, a la Karate Kid.  Actually, now that I think of it, he very well could have done this before we started drinking the wine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Apparently the robes, slippers, and upgraded tub were also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;courtesy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; of the hotel for our honeymoon but we didn't find that out till later when we asked our fellow travelers how they enjoyed their robes and tubs! Whoops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had the night free to explore Killarney, so we gathered up all our money and hit the town!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BGkdPL4UtzA/ToYfzJL_B_I/AAAAAAAAANs/AsetBfvuhV8/s1600/84.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BGkdPL4UtzA/ToYfzJL_B_I/AAAAAAAAANs/AsetBfvuhV8/s400/84.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658244945337583602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Irish coinage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;...then 30 mins later we found ourselves back in our hotel room ready to sleep.  Its a lovely and quaint town but we were exhausted.  We had after all visited Blarney that day and gone sweater shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day was to be full of sheep herding demonstrations and so much more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maurice went to bed quietly, quite exhausted from day, dreaming of all the adventures left to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BGkdPL4UtzA/ToYfzJL_B_I/AAAAAAAAANs/AsetBfvuhV8/s1600/84.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31sQfvKURZU/ToYjSMzEYNI/AAAAAAAAAN8/MtS6JGj2Ja8/s1600/86.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31sQfvKURZU/ToYjSMzEYNI/AAAAAAAAAN8/MtS6JGj2Ja8/s400/86.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658248777417646290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Knitting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gBQ1fThHez8/ToYfyqiLkeI/AAAAAAAAANc/9TYYBYgG97I/s1600/82.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CxJ2EtT9Ltk/ToYfyRbsMRI/AAAAAAAAANU/PG8eWCpfics/s1600/81.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1664610815825503871-5320396881689332328?l=theknittingtype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-cant-believe-im-still-blogging-about.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sara)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CxJ2EtT9Ltk/ToYfyRbsMRI/AAAAAAAAANU/PG8eWCpfics/s72-c/81.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664610815825503871.post-2845270541534065502</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2011 16:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-28T13:11:52.515-07:00</atom:updated><title>Wispy Thoughts</title><description>&lt;div&gt;Does anyone mind if I take a moment and brag?  I didn't think so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have now completed sweater number 2 this year!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; (Actually, at this point, its sweater number three but I'm not read to post about that one yet. Just sayin.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I set out with a goal of starting and completing &lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/wispy-cardi"&gt;Hannah Fettig's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://ravel.me/TheKnittingType/wc"&gt;Wispy Cardi&lt;/a&gt; before my honeymoon started.  Unfortunately a little sheep, who shall not be named, got in my way and I did not end up completing the cardigan till I returned from my honeymoon.  But I finished just after I returned and other than blocking it in a my slightly smelly basement I am loving this quaint little cardigan.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5XH36YzsJSs/ToNO_urdpbI/AAAAAAAAANM/tOTgfyk283k/s1600/wispy%2Bside.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5XH36YzsJSs/ToNO_urdpbI/AAAAAAAAANM/tOTgfyk283k/s400/wispy%2Bside.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657452413676529074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Unfortunately this photo shows it falling off my shoulder a little much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It actually fits better than it looks in this photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pattern:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 12px; "&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://knitbot.com/patterns/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Wispy Cardigan by Hannah Fettig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yarn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yarn.com/webs-knitting-crochet-yarns-malabrigo/webs-knitting-yarns-malabrigo-lace/" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yarn.com/webs-knitting-crochet-yarns-malabrigo/webs-knitting-yarns-malabrigo-lace/"&gt;Malabrigo Lace Weight Yarn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/yarns/library/malabrigo-yarn-lace" style="text-decoration: underline; background-color: rgb(194, 235, 177); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Needles: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;US 4 and US 6 circular needles (love my &lt;a href="http://www.knitpicks.com/needles/Interchangeable_Circular_Knitting_Needle_Tips_Cables__L300312.html"&gt;nickle plated interchangeable circs&lt;/a&gt; from Knitpicks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Review:  &lt;/b&gt;I really enjoyed knitting Wispy.  The yarn was light like cotton candy and although it was lace weight the needle size was big enough and the sections were small enough to complete that I didn't feel like any particular part dragged on foreeeeeever.  I guess the only question now is do I make another one? I bought two kits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-STkKHsi4cOU/ToNO_vlvS2I/AAAAAAAAANE/SZiV6ilQnzo/s1600/wispy%2Bfront.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-STkKHsi4cOU/ToNO_vlvS2I/AAAAAAAAANE/SZiV6ilQnzo/s400/wispy%2Bfront.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657452413920955234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Knitting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1664610815825503871-2845270541534065502?l=theknittingtype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/2011/09/wispy-thoughts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sara)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5XH36YzsJSs/ToNO_urdpbI/AAAAAAAAANM/tOTgfyk283k/s72-c/wispy%2Bside.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664610815825503871.post-5204311805744741915</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2011 15:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-12T09:05:36.787-07:00</atom:updated><title>CartoonYarn</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hLjoV3rtu4A/Tm4siIbUSaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ULEKffQRDSI/s1600/garfield.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hLjoV3rtu4A/Tm4siIbUSaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ULEKffQRDSI/s400/garfield.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651503547285784994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes me giggle more than garfield, unless maybe he is sitting next to talking yarn!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1664610815825503871-5204311805744741915?l=theknittingtype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/2011/09/cartoonyarn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sara)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hLjoV3rtu4A/Tm4siIbUSaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ULEKffQRDSI/s72-c/garfield.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664610815825503871.post-6748091671463862616</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2011 19:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-02T13:07:54.811-07:00</atom:updated><title>How to Pick a Sweater</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EEWrSyDCnTw/TmE0HMTrubI/AAAAAAAAAMw/bm1J1Iq2CKk/s1600/71.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How does one pick the perfect sweater? To knit? To wear? To buy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the question I was faced with when Husband and I visited the &lt;a href="http://www.blarney.com/"&gt;Blarney Woolen Mills&lt;/a&gt;.  Part of our day trip to the Blarney Castle was then stopping to shop at the BWM.  It was a knitters dream and delight.  Aran sweater galore, knit hats, knit mittens, knit scarves, and yes, oh yes, yarn! Donegal Tweed, Raw uncolored Merino Wool and much more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i9KfrN4zTUk/TmE0Abzsk5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4rSmiVlcYLA/s320/67.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647852589768545170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Husband was so patient with me letting me know, "This is your time, I'll hold the camera, we have an hour, go!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DMDHqLSGLhc/TmE0Af0OZGI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nAIsCPvkPQg/s320/68.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647852590844503138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"Hmm, maybe this one? Nope!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Even though I had an hour, which in normal people's time would be plenty to try on a few knitted garments and make a decision, I was fretting over what I might miss by being given ONLY an hour! I wanted to try on every option, crew neck, turtleneck, cardigan, little cables, big cables....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mKkPSU8o6k0/TmE0AOfMEvI/AAAAAAAAAMI/U0GpXwjc2mo/s320/66.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647852586192868082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...greens, purples, creams, grays...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U0jRvNkVFlQ/TmE0AEaLb3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/fqtvok_b2sc/s320/65.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647852583487500146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I really want a sweater? What if I missed out on something? Oh, a caplet, what about a caplet?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z2vzF4cQKE4/TmE0AptA7DI/AAAAAAAAAMg/YCXMmS3mJr0/s320/69.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647852593498614834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Could I get a scarf and a sweater? Could I get one of everything?  And more importantly, did they sell the pattern with the sweater?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jRfm808X7M0/TmE0G9jHCPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/KVZgBvFmlRk/s1600/70.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jRfm808X7M0/TmE0G9jHCPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/KVZgBvFmlRk/s320/70.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647852701904996594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;In the end I chose this beauty.  I liked the big cowl collar, the large and center cabled motif on the front and back, and the tight looking checkerboard style knit sides panels.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EEWrSyDCnTw/TmE0HMTrubI/AAAAAAAAAMw/bm1J1Iq2CKk/s1600/71.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EEWrSyDCnTw/TmE0HMTrubI/AAAAAAAAAMw/bm1J1Iq2CKk/s320/71.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647852705866824114" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;I discovered its important to know which Aran sweater feels like your own.  Which one, if you did have a family Aran design, might have been yours.  This one spoke to me and then I bought it...and some yarn ;)
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jRfm808X7M0/TmE0G9jHCPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/KVZgBvFmlRk/s1600/70.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z2vzF4cQKE4/TmE0AptA7DI/AAAAAAAAAMg/YCXMmS3mJr0/s1600/69.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Happy Knitting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1664610815825503871-6748091671463862616?l=theknittingtype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-to-pick-sweater.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sara)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i9KfrN4zTUk/TmE0Abzsk5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4rSmiVlcYLA/s72-c/67.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664610815825503871.post-3314139016683822687</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Aug 2011 13:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-02T06:17:28.290-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sock Summit Flash Mob</title><description>We interrupt this program to bring you something awesome!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are a knitter then you know that&lt;a href="http://www.socksummit.com/"&gt; Sock Summit&lt;/a&gt; just happened this past week. Unfortunately, I am not an avid sock knitter nor did I get to attend and I was not truly disappointed this very moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is my great pleasure to share with you this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/yOUL_S6tVr8"&gt;http://youtu.be/yOUL_S6tVr8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a flash mob from Sock Summit.  This flash mob is awesome for two specific reasons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. They are dancing to&lt;i&gt; I've Had The Time Of My Life My Life&lt;/i&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.dirtydancing.com/site.php"&gt;Dirty Dancing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. They are all dancing their hearts out while holding a skein of yarn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Knitting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1664610815825503871-3314139016683822687?l=theknittingtype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/2011/08/sock-summit-flash-mob.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sara)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664610815825503871.post-3164663615812576336</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Jul 2011 13:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-10T13:06:34.487-07:00</atom:updated><title>Maurice Murphy - Visits Blarney Castle</title><description>&lt;div&gt;Have I mentioned yet that I had the best honeymoon?  Well its true!  We were in Ireland right? So you would expect the usual chilly temperatures, overcast skies, and rainy weather you find in Europe through out most of the year, right? Wrong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had temps that ran between 65 and 75, to me this is the most perfect temperature range.  Also, almost all of the rain occurred when we were on the bus or in a building.  As soon as we stepped outside the rain would stop, clouds would part, and the sun would come out!  It was wonderful and again I feel truly blessed to have such luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our 5th day in Ireland (aka: Maurice's 3rd day of existence) we boarded the bus, departed Dublin, and headed back to County Cork!  This time we were going to visit the Blarney Castle.  And oh what a castle it was.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--fdOE6UoNNs/Tjr2_LeD3oI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hYNkC8zGhCA/s1600/52.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--fdOE6UoNNs/Tjr2_LeD3oI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hYNkC8zGhCA/s320/52.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637089448878661250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is something so hauntingly simple about its construction I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S_On0DEEcIQ/Tjr2-yxNWHI/AAAAAAAAALw/aGxMnAL8v70/s1600/46.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S_On0DEEcIQ/Tjr2-yxNWHI/AAAAAAAAALw/aGxMnAL8v70/s320/46.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637089442248087666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adam and I toured around the castle, climbing the narrow spiraling stone staircases, which I might add were very slippery from years of wear and damp weather.  We worked our way up to the top pausing at every open stone entrance way to explore another uneven room and read up on blarney that is the history of Blarney Castle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OB34XQLbskA/Tjr2-9VHTaI/AAAAAAAAALo/4AwmPdEXsB4/s1600/47.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OB34XQLbskA/Tjr2-9VHTaI/AAAAAAAAALo/4AwmPdEXsB4/s320/47.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637089445083041186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ivy growing inside the castle, it is both beautiful and haunting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D9AfpecAYpk/Tjr2wsqNqoI/AAAAAAAAALg/z1643h8Zr5M/s1600/48.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D9AfpecAYpk/Tjr2wsqNqoI/AAAAAAAAALg/z1643h8Zr5M/s320/48.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637089200089967234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from the top of the castle displayed gorgeous green covered grounds. 
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iwfQxmEzsb4/Tjr2wSNxtHI/AAAAAAAAALY/iXWXWPZVnLg/s1600/49.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iwfQxmEzsb4/Tjr2wSNxtHI/AAAAAAAAALY/iXWXWPZVnLg/s320/49.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637089192991372402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we reached the top we had a 5 minute wait in line to kiss the stone.  The old man who sits by the Blarney Stone, located about 2.5ft from the castle's top floor, holds your waist while you drop your head backwards and hope the grate below and his sturdy Irish hands will prevent you from plummeting to your death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DJcd4LMxLjc/Tjr2wSh6IoI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bF23o7uiHOk/s1600/50.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DJcd4LMxLjc/Tjr2wSh6IoI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bF23o7uiHOk/s320/50.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637089193075810946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just in case anyone is worried about the cleanliness of the stone and the likely spread of disease they do have a swiffer type broom they clean the area with about every 20 people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iy1SBHLM0R8/Tjr2wEWcUUI/AAAAAAAAALI/6HxLhmba6zk/s1600/51.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iy1SBHLM0R8/Tjr2wEWcUUI/AAAAAAAAALI/6HxLhmba6zk/s320/51.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637089189269623106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How many people do you think have a picture of the back of this guy's head?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aq1FLd5O8KY/Tjr2vy2_2eI/AAAAAAAAALA/48D3Hm4GYGk/s1600/55.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aq1FLd5O8KY/Tjr2vy2_2eI/AAAAAAAAALA/48D3Hm4GYGk/s320/55.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637089184574331362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once we finished touring the castle the Husband and I agreed it was time to free Maurice from his carrier (aka: backpack).  He had been catching some zzz's and we did not want to wake him. The castle while breathtaking was not really a great place for such a small sheep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we took Maurice down to a smaller stone tower on the property. And just as expected his excitement over came him and the next thing I knew he was climbing again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IeEVLX0D7gY/Tjr2LJamevI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3GHc2FMoVjI/s1600/57.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IeEVLX0D7gY/Tjr2LJamevI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3GHc2FMoVjI/s320/57.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637088554974083826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was so proud of himself and he said the view was much better up there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0GlLL4ju_As/Tjr2LCG-uHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZC57uFM3CAA/s1600/58.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0GlLL4ju_As/Tjr2LCG-uHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZC57uFM3CAA/s320/58.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637088553012738162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as I was warning him to get down, that the rocks were slippery and he should probably stick to solid ground rather than curved stone ledges, the worst happened!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Eb16BhHPMMo/Tjr2K-9WnxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/UAW0tYM4-gc/s1600/59.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Eb16BhHPMMo/Tjr2K-9WnxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/UAW0tYM4-gc/s320/59.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637088552167055122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v3YF2r8KeLc/Tjr2KkROr3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/5c9lGH6D-xo/s1600/60.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v3YF2r8KeLc/Tjr2KkROr3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/5c9lGH6D-xo/s320/60.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637088545002663794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7eiKjvvess8/Tjr2KkuXmHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6C_yzp6ZSI0/s1600/61.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7eiKjvvess8/Tjr2KkuXmHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6C_yzp6ZSI0/s320/61.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637088545124882546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maurice took a tumble.  Both Husband and I were probably a little bit more concerned for Maurice's safety than he was.  As a matter of fact, I kinda think he was in denial that he had just tumbled to his near death.  He got up, brushed himself off, looked at me and said, "So...what's next?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i7O-YVpaS6Y/Tjr12r5At9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/8je_lIUwvLE/s1600/62.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i7O-YVpaS6Y/Tjr12r5At9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/8je_lIUwvLE/s320/62.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637088203451185106" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What was next was Maurice not exploring on his own. I held him close for the next few touristy photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0fx1ckqaik/Tjr123tuXbI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5V9JGfUGLuY/s320/64.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637088206625070514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;And he promised not to go anywhere while took our necessary jumping photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfnbjGHu1eQ/Tjr13KTb5VI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/bOOxpyxwOJk/s1600/56.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5gnpm8XYqlU/Tjr13JgXwcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FTGD8M7eEHw/s1600/5822623896_d6f9ac3cb9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5gnpm8XYqlU/Tjr13JgXwcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FTGD8M7eEHw/s320/5822623896_d6f9ac3cb9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637088211400901058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EGex3i_jf0U/Tjr12xeDeUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Zb1xLzd2na0/s1600/63.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EGex3i_jf0U/Tjr12xeDeUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Zb1xLzd2na0/s320/63.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637088204948732226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I swear, if I don't keep my eyes on him I have this feeling he is very likely to just wander off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i7O-YVpaS6Y/Tjr12r5At9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/8je_lIUwvLE/s1600/62.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfnbjGHu1eQ/Tjr13KTb5VI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/bOOxpyxwOJk/s320/56.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637088211615081810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Happy Knitting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1664610815825503871-3164663615812576336?l=theknittingtype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/2011/07/maurice-murphy-visits-blarney-castle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sara)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--fdOE6UoNNs/Tjr2_LeD3oI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hYNkC8zGhCA/s72-c/52.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664610815825503871.post-7345614097318935241</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Jul 2011 17:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-19T11:39:22.267-07:00</atom:updated><title>Maurice Murphy - Is King for a Day</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All good things must come to an end and so the Husband, Maurice and myself had to leave Cork, Ireland. But our adventures were far from over.  We all boarded a train to Dublin on the 4th day of our trip (aka: Maurice's 2nd day of existence).  Its a 3 hour train ride from Cork to Ireland and since I had finished knitting Maurice I busied myself journaling our adventures, while Husband read, and Maurice napped (its quite a bit of travel for the little fellow).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Husband and I had booked a bus tour for the 2nd half of our Honeymoon.  We booked with&lt;a href="http://www.cietours.com/us/"&gt; CIE Tours &lt;/a&gt;and I would highly recommend them.  Our tour came with over night stays in 4 different hotels, breakfast and dinner every night, an Irish Dance Show, a Medieval Banquet dinner, a ton of tourist stops and much more.  We were very excited to begin this portion of our trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we arrived in Dublin we had to find our way to our first fancy hotel.  We stayed at the&lt;a href="http://www.burlingtonhotel.ie/"&gt; Burlington Hotel&lt;/a&gt; in the south end of Dublin city. It was a lovely hotel with a comfortable bed, nice bathrooms, and a delicious restaurant.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M2dsQRH-N5U/TiXGfqj6HHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/e3wDM2_K2n4/s320/40.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631125156399815794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first scheduled event on the tour itinerary was a personal bus tour of the city with a stop at the Dublin Castle!  So we waited in the lobby to meet up with the rest of our tour group and to meet our driver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ukCVE0CsIQo/TiXGfb5wO2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/DUYLfAts2yk/s320/39.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631125152464911202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm not as grumpy as I look here, I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally the bus driver arrived and we all boarded our very own CIE tour bus. This would be our bus/ mobile home for the next week so I was very excited to see it was brand new! There were only 15 people in our group (no kids!) and we had a HUGE coach bus! There was so much room to spread out and have your own seat (we found this to be very important when you are traveling for 2 to 3 hours at a stretch).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ySYCUs3kpts/TiXBUkVTbRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ReCqi1HJu9E/s1600/31.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ySYCUs3kpts/TiXBUkVTbRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ReCqi1HJu9E/s320/31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631119468191247634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Maurice really wanted his own seat but I told him it if he sat with me he could easily look out the window by sitting on my knee while we drove through the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nmi7GmHO-5g/TiXBT9ROq8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/TWHdd-vG_q0/s1600/32.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nmi7GmHO-5g/TiXBT9ROq8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/TWHdd-vG_q0/s320/32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631119457705176002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got to the castle we were given a personal tour guide just for our small group.  Maurice was over joyed to be at the castle and when heard we had our own personal tour guide I think he misinterpreted what I said. He seemed to believe that someone was going to show us around HIS castle, not THE castle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He lept from my arms again and begin touring the grounds on his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LOjBueUrCIo/TiXBTzzV4MI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ePRF5Vpr4II/s1600/33.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LOjBueUrCIo/TiXBTzzV4MI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ePRF5Vpr4II/s320/33.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631119455163900098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Dublin Castle was quite impressive with grand rooms, brightly colored walls, various ceiling art applications, and a historical spirit only found in castles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFA6kaYuWGs/TiXBJ3wxQEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vTZP7ZVW1GE/s1600/34.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFA6kaYuWGs/TiXBJ3wxQEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vTZP7ZVW1GE/s320/34.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631119284428161090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I attempted a few times to pick Maurice up and hold on to him but with every new room his excitement grew and he just could not hear me when I told him this was not HIS castle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He did let me place him in a window though so he could see the view.  Then he turned to me and said, "So, this is my Kingdom?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7EBqTrj4OeA/TiXBJlNLiHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/pRtUduLwUfQ/s320/45.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631119279447050354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;In the Ladies' Parlor Maurice remarked on the lovely curtains and feminine decor.   He was very excited to view the Men's Parlor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97MHLoOt-as/TiXBJdbeZ8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/wP78JICejzg/s320/37.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631119277359523778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Castle was quite large and while it was not too much walking for Husband and I Maurice seemed a little tired.  I turned my back for one minute and when I turned around Maurice had found himself a nice little resting spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lN0r1AR25wY/TiXBJqq8A0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/KWiPF9OnUZ8/s1600/36.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lN0r1AR25wY/TiXBJqq8A0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/KWiPF9OnUZ8/s320/36.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631119280914039618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Maurice! This is NOT your castle! Get off the couch, its like a thousand years old!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Towards the end of our tour Husband and I had decided that it might be best for Maurice to hop back in the sheep carrier (aka: backpack) for the rest of the tour.  But once again he was nowhere to be found. How had he gotten away? And where did he go?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7EBqTrj4OeA/TiXBJlNLiHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/pRtUduLwUfQ/s1600/45.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WMaqUT6VMG4/TiXBJLRcaNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/EoFojS0KaJY/s320/38.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631119272485611730" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Yes, one day, one day I will be King."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Naturally, I found him in the room with the King's Throne. I don't know what he was thinking and he wouldn't tell me but I think its safe to say Maurice has some pretty big ideas and aspirations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Later that evening, Maurice decided that he was too tired from his full &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;of travel and castle excitement so Husband and I left him in the hotel room to dream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;On our first night of the tour we got to see a show called &lt;a href="http://www.burlingtonhotel.ie/Ragus.html"&gt;Ragus&lt;/a&gt;, a Irish music, song, and dance show.  I had never seen Irish dancing in person and was amazed by how quickly their feet could move!  Look, they are blurry in the photo, still bodies, blurry feet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5yFb7teoDI/TiXGgNHikFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/plebyCzccWk/s1600/41.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5yFb7teoDI/TiXGgNHikFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/plebyCzccWk/s320/41.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631125165676073042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This show came with a wonderful Irish meal complete with an Irish Coffee (my first!).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCzcutB7lWQ/TiXGgRvjIMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/rFEHWos9cWg/s320/42.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631125166917624002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know Maurice will be sad to know he missed a great night of music and drink but tomorrow is a big day and he needs his sleep. Tomorrow, we visit the Blarney Castle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Knitting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1664610815825503871-7345614097318935241?l=theknittingtype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/2011/07/maurice-murphy-is-king-for-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sara)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M2dsQRH-N5U/TiXGfqj6HHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/e3wDM2_K2n4/s72-c/40.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664610815825503871.post-5938459523745194540</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2011 15:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-13T13:12:18.412-07:00</atom:updated><title>Maurice Murphy - Kneels to Pray</title><description>&lt;div&gt;...(picking up from yesterday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After leaving UCC, we walked down the streets of Cork and found ourselves in front of a magnificent church.  &lt;a href="http://stfinbarres.wordpress.com/"&gt;Saint Fin Barre's Cathedral&lt;/a&gt; is truly breath taking in its artistic architecture and skillfully detailed construction.  It is also, HUGE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rjbfySTIuwY/Thxv6rwR28I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Gp98DbIGGcw/s1600/19.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rjbfySTIuwY/Thxv6rwR28I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Gp98DbIGGcw/s320/19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628496688274594754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That little person is me standing about 20 feet from the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bXtjSXzdLZw/Thxv6Ant6jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/D0AW_AMPsVU/s1600/20.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bXtjSXzdLZw/Thxv6Ant6jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/D0AW_AMPsVU/s320/20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628496676695960114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adam and I walked around the exterior in awe of the detail that was in every door, archway, column, and steeple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FfuRd0lQG8c/Thxv5_asp0I/AAAAAAAAAHA/92MnZg1QL9Q/s1600/21.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FfuRd0lQG8c/Thxv5_asp0I/AAAAAAAAAHA/92MnZg1QL9Q/s320/21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628496676372916034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved the stained glass. I've seen my fair share of American churches but had never seen celtic designs in stained glass in a church. There were many at St. Fin Barre's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i_XuVGj9YiU/Thxv5RJgXaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cJq1NKfRtto/s1600/23.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i_XuVGj9YiU/Thxv5RJgXaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cJq1NKfRtto/s320/23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628496663952776610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Husband and I lit candles in remeberance of those passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HxwQ0S21us/Thxv5A5yGTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qJi7Bb9dNwE/s1600/22.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HxwQ0S21us/Thxv5A5yGTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qJi7Bb9dNwE/s320/22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628496659591862578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course I could not let these little felted prayer pillows go unphotographed!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once the interior tour was complete we had to let Maurice back on his own two feet to peruse the grounds as he liked.  He too was blown away by the beauty and construction of the cathedral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GEGsFrp9xp0/ThxvDxffmyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dlGfoyMKDfg/s320/30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628495744922000162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was quite small compared to the grandness of it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4xW4XMbWuHI/ThxvDnRML_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/35SnD6wxGc8/s320/25.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628495742177652722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " &gt;Can you find the Guardian Angel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3UU5N1b8GYE/ThxvELNSKqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/goHIEJVVo94/s1600/28.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3UU5N1b8GYE/ThxvELNSKqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/goHIEJVVo94/s320/28.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628495751824943778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The back of St. Fin Barre's Cathedral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GEGsFrp9xp0/ThxvDxffmyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dlGfoyMKDfg/s1600/30.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PZ_AaOG7Rps/ThxvDcIAALI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/x9SNah80WEQ/s320/26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628495739186315442" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We toured all over the grounds and found a lovely little field of flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SmTVyKN58S0/ThxvDTzxKyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vU5_LOp755A/s1600/29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SmTVyKN58S0/ThxvDTzxKyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vU5_LOp755A/s320/29.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628495736953973538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which Maurice could not help but frolic in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for more adventures of Maurice Murphy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Knitting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1664610815825503871-5938459523745194540?l=theknittingtype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/2011/07/maurice-murphy-kneels-to-pray.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sara)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rjbfySTIuwY/Thxv6rwR28I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Gp98DbIGGcw/s72-c/19.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664610815825503871.post-8613493347698358463</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Jul 2011 15:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-12T05:41:44.280-07:00</atom:updated><title>Maurice Murphy - Goes to College</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ux4SNzTK2I8/ThxAnmZvA-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Wh7iJ5Q1e4Y/s1600/18.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 3rd day of our honeymoon we did more site seeing, and by "we" I mean, the three of us, Husband, myself, and Maurice the sheep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to tour around Cork and visit University College Cork (UCC).  One of my best friends had studied abroad in Ireland and had attended UCC for one semester and I had really wanted to see what her life looked like during that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maurice was quite excited and proud to visit the college. Although, I think he was confused when I told him that today, he would be going to college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NEKcPG-ICnQ/Thchpx1fFJI/AAAAAAAAADo/48kVUvVpAZY/s1600/5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NEKcPG-ICnQ/Thchpx1fFJI/AAAAAAAAADo/48kVUvVpAZY/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627003261058749586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Here is Maurice, looking quite proud on his first...and only day of college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dFEIhtwztgo/ThchpS61xjI/AAAAAAAAADg/whlV6lpLtP4/s1600/6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dFEIhtwztgo/ThchpS61xjI/AAAAAAAAADg/whlV6lpLtP4/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627003252759709234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Traditional sign pose, I could barely hold on to Maurice he was so excited to tour the grounds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Gz6UCErzBM/ThchpCNaK2I/AAAAAAAAADY/Qdq_Y2bI5Ks/s1600/7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Gz6UCErzBM/ThchpCNaK2I/AAAAAAAAADY/Qdq_Y2bI5Ks/s320/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627003248274189154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Husband gave Maurice a quick lecture on the importance of campus safety and sticking with the group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X5luJANXOcM/ThchovTmm-I/AAAAAAAAADI/kA3yF7FJO24/s320/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627003243199896546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Maurice did not listen and a few minutes later found himself off the beaten path all by himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I told you he was adventurous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X9M6GZFQuks/ThchomEIBPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/mjOvf7Z_9sY/s1600/7.5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X9M6GZFQuks/ThchomEIBPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/mjOvf7Z_9sY/s320/7.5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627003240719058162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thankfully we found him and talked to him about the importance of sticking with the group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X5luJANXOcM/ThchovTmm-I/AAAAAAAAADI/kA3yF7FJO24/s1600/8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P3YUxmoFwkQ/ThchO-HHdoI/AAAAAAAAADA/glrI8cvYrdU/s1600/9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P3YUxmoFwkQ/ThchO-HHdoI/AAAAAAAAADA/glrI8cvYrdU/s320/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627002800497456770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In the middle of campus we stumbled upon this interesting statue.  Maurice asked politely if he could have a closer look and I trusted he would not run away again. I let him explore a little on his own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--0LaJsV1vcg/ThchOd5lFjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/MmCTt-OCSyw/s1600/10.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--0LaJsV1vcg/ThchOd5lFjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/MmCTt-OCSyw/s320/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627002791850743346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He would not tell me what he and the statue discussed but I think I heard the word &lt;i&gt;philosophical.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We saw many beautiful buildings, flowers, and statues all over campus.  UCC is quite majestic. I highly recommend you make it a stop if you find yourself staying in Cork, Ireland. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ux4SNzTK2I8/ThxAnmZvA-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Wh7iJ5Q1e4Y/s320/18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628444683373839330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--_3GOrJxQSg/ThxAnLfkqMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ufpuS4c58CY/s320/16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628444676150569154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bo5Rxf28FF4/ThxAnBcthFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/__OT1RfCIxA/s320/17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628444673454212178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Before we left, Husband and I had decided it would be fun to take some jumping photos throughout our trip.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wiIJ1ETie0E/ThchOBkfTwI/AAAAAAAAACw/1Q8zRg5PNqw/s1600/11.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wiIJ1ETie0E/ThchOBkfTwI/AAAAAAAAACw/1Q8zRg5PNqw/s320/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627002784246091522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yay, University College Cork!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-moG5rkOyawI/ThchNnNmMfI/AAAAAAAAACo/C7b5xhYE2Ow/s1600/12.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-moG5rkOyawI/ThchNnNmMfI/AAAAAAAAACo/C7b5xhYE2Ow/s320/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627002777170751986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Husband manages to levitate more than jump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oYaBoRQ1ebg/ThchNoC_ZLI/AAAAAAAAACg/-D4Rnno6BsA/s1600/13.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oYaBoRQ1ebg/ThchNoC_ZLI/AAAAAAAAACg/-D4Rnno6BsA/s320/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627002777394701490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes, that blur is Maurice, he wanted to be included as well...so I threw him. What? Like a 5" tall sheep was gonna jump that high!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Please stay tuned for more adventures of Maurice Murphy in Ireland!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Happy Knitting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1664610815825503871-8613493347698358463?l=theknittingtype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/2011/07/maurice-murphy-goes-to-college.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sara)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NEKcPG-ICnQ/Thchpx1fFJI/AAAAAAAAADo/48kVUvVpAZY/s72-c/5.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664610815825503871.post-6916153827621180730</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jun 2011 20:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-01T09:58:49.106-07:00</atom:updated><title>Maurice Murphy - Pleased to meet you.</title><description>&lt;div&gt;My husband and I had the most perfect honeymoon. I know lots of newly weds probably think they had the perfect honeymoon but I would argue to say that no, if perfection were measured on a scale ours would be at the top and a comparison for all others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-29UYjGjVGjc/Tgzk0-j72XI/AAAAAAAAACI/jD6ezto_uYg/s1600/13.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-29UYjGjVGjc/Tgzk0-j72XI/AAAAAAAAACI/jD6ezto_uYg/s1600/13.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously, perfection.  Every plane, train, taxi, and car was on time. Ok, there was one defibrillator incident on a plane, and one de-boarding and re-boarding of our first flight but seriously we got to every destination on time and that is really all that matters, right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also were gifted bottles of wine, bathrobes, executive suite upgrades, etc.  Oh, where did we go?  We went to Ireland!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ebO9stFgmb4/TgzkRvoWQzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/2NqRCi6zVwI/s320/1.5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624121028173513522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ireland from the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For 9 days we toured around the South of Ireland checking out small towns, "big" cities,  farmlands, cliffs, castles, and more.  But we weren't alone.  We had a travel companion.  He did not fully arrive till the third day but he made his presence known immediately and was quite the social butterfly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hinted about a project I was working on back in this&lt;a href="http://www.theknittingtype.com/index.php?id=4533895927677438021"&gt; post&lt;/a&gt; and suggested you might think I was knitting a potato if you heard the pattern name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I introduce him I'll give you a little background.  The Husband and I departed the day after our wedding, I had been fretting about completing this project before the honeymoon and of course I had over planned and over extended myself so this little project of mine was only 1/2 way done.  Thus I present you with this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TsdhpR2V8d0/TgzkRZ7niVI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ciYlr9mjeVE/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624121022348757330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Here I am working on the secret project on our way to Ireland (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;note the enthusiasm of the man next to me.  He may appear to be sleeping but he was staring at me for 1/2 the flight.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I did not finish the secret project on the plane ride.  We landed in Dublin and took a train to Cork. I was far too exhausted to knit on the train so I slept instead and the unfinished project remained unfinished in my luggage.  When we got to Cork we were tired but excited to explore.  We spent our first night just walking around town and getting a feel for the city. The next day we went to Kinsale, a small sailing town in the south east of County Cork.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NyhqRVFGT1A/TgzlBlj8n8I/AAAAAAAAACY/94tHNMnUb_c/s1600/15.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NyhqRVFGT1A/TgzlBlj8n8I/AAAAAAAAACY/94tHNMnUb_c/s320/15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624121850104422338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kinsale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;On the bus ride down to Kinsale we met a lovely older couple named Barbara and Maurice (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;pronounced "Morris"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;) Murphy.  They were in their 80's and had been married 61 years.  We asked them what sage marital advice they could give to a newly married young couple and I have to say their words of wisdom entertained us the entire trip and I think I will hold this couple and their advice close to my heart for years to come.  Barbara said this: "The first 30 years are the hardest.  Have your kids, have them young, educate them, raise them, and get rid of them. Then enjoy your time together and become best friends."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We had planned to visit &lt;a href="http://www.kinsalecrystal.ie/"&gt;Kinsale Crystal Shop&lt;/a&gt; but were unsure of where it was located.  Maurice said that when we arrived he would show us the way.  Maurice entertained us while we walked the 1/4 mile or so with stories of fighting in WW2 and being married for 61 years.  He was quite funny and charming in a sheepish sort of way.  (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;do you detect a subtle project hint in that last line?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gDZpP03PJ-M/TgzlBclh6zI/AAAAAAAAACQ/j457V_1e8DA/s1600/14.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gDZpP03PJ-M/TgzlBclh6zI/AAAAAAAAACQ/j457V_1e8DA/s320/14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624121847695141682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;One of many quaint streets in Kinsale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Later that evening we arrived back in Cork and rested for the night and  I went back to working on my secret project. The next morning I insisted that I could not possibly leave the B&amp;amp;B till I finished my nearly completed friend.  Husband was patient and entertained himself with British television and maps of the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mqRxWrMHzJc/TgzkR62asNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1EKSs-tnTDw/s1600/2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mqRxWrMHzJc/TgzkR62asNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1EKSs-tnTDw/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624121031185314002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Almost done, just some finishing touches and...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;It took 3 hours of morning knitting on the 3rd day of our Honeymoon but I must say I think this new little friend was waiting, he was waiting for his moment, and he was waiting for his name. It is my great pleasure and honor to introduce to you &lt;a href="http://ravel.me/TheKnittingType/s1"&gt;Mr. Maurice Murphy&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NwLxDYJ0ImM/TgzkSsHi5aI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0lig3rQiBOc/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624121044410492322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Here I am showing him the view from our room in Cork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yes, we named him after the man we had met the day before in Kinsale.  The couple was inspirational and we felt they deserved some sort of tribute if for no other reason than successfully completing 61 years of marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L8WNGW6KNDQ/TgzkSSGgNhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kOo1BHHzv1A/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624121037426800146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He is complete, he is adorable, and I love him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please stay tuned for more Irish adventures with Maurice Murphy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Knitting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1664610815825503871-6916153827621180730?l=theknittingtype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/2011/06/maurice-murphy-pleased-to-meet-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sara)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ebO9stFgmb4/TgzkRvoWQzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/2NqRCi6zVwI/s72-c/1.5.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664610815825503871.post-313454326926365868</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jun 2011 15:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-24T09:30:25.720-07:00</atom:updated><title>Hold on to Your Pots and Pans - Part 2</title><description>&lt;div&gt;Back in April I had the privilege to participate in Pot Holder Swap 2011.  Where in I crocheted &lt;a href="http://www.theknittingtype.com/index.php?id=7210086773582916676"&gt;5 pot holders&lt;/a&gt; and sent them away in the hopes and dreams of receiving 5 different pot holders hand crocheted or knitted by 5 complete strangers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well low and behold (who says that anymore?) my dreams came true and not a month later I received this generous bounty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4dg2nj0xfnM/TgS2mXjtROI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ZKxLg1_zTrM/s1600/IMG_6054.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4dg2nj0xfnM/TgS2mXjtROI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ZKxLg1_zTrM/s320/IMG_6054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621819005140288738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting with the gorgeous green pot holder on the left, made by &lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/people/betheany"&gt;Betheany&lt;/a&gt;, The adorable blue and white one was made by &lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/people/KnittyGrittyKeri"&gt;Keri&lt;/a&gt; blogging at  &lt;a href="http://knittygrittythoughts.typepad.com/"&gt;Knitty Gritty Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;, the bright and fun peach one was crocheted by Gretchen (Ravelry'd as &lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/people/gbaby"&gt;Gbaby&lt;/a&gt;), the Christmas color inspired one was made by Melissa Williams (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;unfortunately I don't know her Ravelry name&lt;/span&gt;), and finally the spunky pink pot holder was crocheted by &lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/people/kimz0519"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt; blogging at &lt;a href="http://kimtimnashville.typepad.com/craftykim/"&gt;KimTimNashville&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you ladies for your wonderful contributions to my now awesome potholder stash!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Knitting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1664610815825503871-313454326926365868?l=theknittingtype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/2011/06/hold-on-to-your-pots-and-pans-part-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sara)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4dg2nj0xfnM/TgS2mXjtROI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ZKxLg1_zTrM/s72-c/IMG_6054.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664610815825503871.post-4533895927677438021</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jun 2011 15:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-16T12:13:27.933-07:00</atom:updated><title>Touring the City My Way</title><description>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Brief announcement:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in shock! Shock that I have not posted in almost 2 months! Shock that I have not updated any readers out there still checking this blog (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope there are at least a few&lt;/span&gt;) that I have not shared my knitting progress with you, there has actually been some! And shocked that my life has changed so much in such a short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a ton to share and so many photos that I think the best way to convey all this information is to attempt to blog at least twice a week. Yes, this girl, who has a hard enough time posting once a month lately, is going to attempt to post twice a week. So watch out, I'm about to take over! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;....announcement concluded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when we last left off I had just had not one but two amazing Bridal Showers. What came next in this Bride-t0-Be's life (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;am I obnoxious yet with this whole bride thing? Don't worry, its almost over&lt;/span&gt;)? The Bachelorette weekend!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One of my dear friends since 3rd grade, and a bridesmaid, Gretchen, put together a truly perfect bachelorette weekend designed just for me. All this fun and shenanigans took place in NYC. We stayed in a very fancy Double Tree in Time Square on the 43rd (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;top floor baby!&lt;/span&gt;) floor. While Double Tree hotels don't usually impress me, any hotel in Time Square is impressive and the DT did not fall short. Gretchen had booked us a suite complete with multiple beds and a livingroom/ kitchen area! I had never stayed in a hotel so nice in NYC! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When we first arrived and met Gretchen in the lobby of the hotel she immediately gifted to us all mandatory attire. We each got a t-shirt with our wedding title placed on the front and center. Even Mamasita and the Aunties got t-shirts reading, "Mother of the Bride" and "Aunt of the Bride". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618471756862773202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xtwuXmv-vAc/TfjSS4Be19I/AAAAAAAACeg/8W0Sj6luBJs/s320/t-shirts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These t-shirts ended up acting as a coupon all over the city. We got free coffees, snacks, and a few well wishes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once all were properly attired we headed to a lovely outdoor seating area in front of Macy's to wait....and wait...and wait. I had no idea what we were waiting for because everything was going to be a surprise. And then it happened! This woman approached our table with a bag, which I could not read, and some handouts. She work a knitted scarf which I did not even recognize till later. Her name was Susan and she was with &lt;a href="http://www.zerve.com/SusanSez/KCrawl"&gt;Susan Sez, New York City Knitting Crawl&lt;/a&gt;! and her bag said, "Vogue Knitting"! Yes, that is correct, we were all about to go on a yarn store crawl!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618476597236166834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LrLwSCVf1gY/TfjWsn0bcLI/AAAAAAAACeo/zjKV4gNlKQA/s320/thrilled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was thrilled!&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that is me being thrilled!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Susan took us to a bunch of fabulous places, some were hole-in-the-wall stores you would never know existed (going into some unmarked building to this odd numbered floor, walking down a hall, and oh! there is a yarn shop!). She took us to some very cute up-and-coming shops and some extremely well known shops! (Hello, Purl Soho!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underlinefont-size:16;" &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618478602277025650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mF4S98oB8Y8/TfjYhVLa93I/AAAAAAAACew/g2_knHoSHY8/s320/hole%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bwall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whole in the wall - had some very interesting fibers, paper, hemp, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underlinefont-size:16;" &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618479515238241346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d-H32d6f1Kw/TfjZWeOVlEI/AAAAAAAACe4/jatXUAAOL3Y/s320/Loopy%2Bmango%2B2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://loopy-mango.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Loopy Mango&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; was a great store that incorporated both antiques and yarn. I met a woman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/people/Loopymango"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (ravelry'd here) there who had just started the yarn shop not too long ago. They had a beautiful selection of yarn. Common threads like Debbie Bliss and some I had never heard of. I bought myself some yarn made from Milk, can't wait to try that out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618848548680269218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-00MgKtVwQgE/Tfoo_C7OfaI/AAAAAAAACfY/7ak84ntLmrA/s320/Purl%2BSoho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh &lt;a href="http://www.purlsoho.com/purl"&gt;Purl&lt;/a&gt;! How I have dreamed of this moment! &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.demetersden.blogspot.com"&gt;Mamasita&lt;/a&gt; told me to pick out something and she would buy it for me. Such a generous Mama. I had trouble though, they carry so many nice yarns and so many colors. I finally ended up getting some Cascade 220 in a Magenta colorway and some new DPNS since my kittens had chewed an old pair I was trying to work with.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618848332862274770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uAmeRb8RuUk/Tfooye8NPNI/AAAAAAAACfI/2S5nO7IrvwI/s320/Sara%2Bpurl%2Bsoho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like a kid in the candy store! (Purl SoHo, front of store)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bacheloretting ladies were such a lovely crew to tour the stores with. While knitting, crocheting, and other general yarn loving hobbies might not be their cups of tea, they were all quite agreeable and let me take my time purusing all the yarny goodness in each store and I like to think they even had a bit of fun themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618851189316868626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MROIQVdj5Uo/TforYwEDWhI/AAAAAAAACfg/dFX19bb_1Tk/s320/Besties%2Bwith%2Byarn.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These ladies are ready to party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618851744362123698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cTBDpde7P2k/Tfor5DxJ0bI/AAAAAAAACfo/nFxievwPAR0/s320/Hippy%2BKnit.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mamasita is a hippy in knitwear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618848336197900370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_AHiUI32P8M/TfooyrXe2FI/AAAAAAAACfQ/S4KLBXoI-gk/s320/subway%2Bpose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gangs all here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When the tour concluded I had met my yarn store shopping needs and was ready to get down for a night with the ladies. And that is exactly what we did. We started the evening with light appetizers and Presseco in our suite while listening to 80's music and playing the Ladies Night Out verison of Mad Libs then we hit the town, all gussied up! We had dinner at a fancy french restaurant and finished the day with a burlesque caberet. It was just the right amount of scantly clad bodies for this Bride-to-Be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618895342809177858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uCk9OjsZXLI/TfpTi0o83wI/AAAAAAAACfw/HdssE0fXFYg/s320/all%2Bgussied%2Bup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The next day we checked out of our awesome hotel, got the required NYC bagel and shmear, and boarded the bus back to Baltimore leaving Gretchen to tackle the city by herself (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;don't feel bad for her, she lives there&lt;/span&gt;). While riding the bumpy bus home I worked on a knitting project to be taken on the honeymoon. I shall not reveal what it was just yet but rather give you a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If you heard the project name, you might think I was knitting a potato. (ooooh the suspence is building!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Happy Knitting!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1664610815825503871-4533895927677438021?l=theknittingtype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/2011/06/touring-city-my-way.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sara Kirby)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xtwuXmv-vAc/TfjSS4Be19I/AAAAAAAACeg/8W0Sj6luBJs/s72-c/t-shirts.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664610815825503871.post-5125940188544003113</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Apr 2011 19:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-20T17:10:52.414-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Knitting Shower...or a Bridal Knit...or maybe a Bridal Shower</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been dropping hints here and there about planning a little something called...My Wedding, and how overwhelmed I've been.   Its true, so so so overwhelmed. I'm a detail oriented, list making fool and I find this whole process almost too much.  However, now my most of my to-dos are crossed off the list the bright and shiny stuff is starting to fall in to place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One part of the process I've really been looking forward to is the Bridal Shower.  I had two showers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first shower was 2 weekends past and was wonderful. It was themed Irish because my future hubbie (FH) and I are going to Ireland for our honeymoon (my life's dream come true!).  My step mother hosted this one and went to extreme measures finding all the Irish things she could.  My most favorite detail though was the cake she had specialty made to look like my wedding ring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4DI6NflG4ZA/Ta80ZeFsnII/AAAAAAAACdg/vTZCxN2EG_c/s320/cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597750474023148674" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not only does this look delicious, people, it tasted delicious too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:85%;color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My 2nd shower was hosted by my Bridesmaids, Bridget, Emily, and Gretchen (minus Gabe who could not be there).  Bridget put together all those fine detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s that really make a bridal shower personal and special for the B2B (bride-to-be).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UC0raclMAS0/Ta9x3QozpvI/AAAAAAAACeA/n1mj0i-RvK0/s1600/Spring%2B2011%2521%2B156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UC0raclMAS0/Ta9x3QozpvI/AAAAAAAACeA/n1mj0i-RvK0/s320/Spring%2B2011%2521%2B156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597818056017684210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One of my favorite details was the surprise factor. I knew I was having a bridal shower that day but I did not know who would be there or where it was.  On top of that I was chauffeured by my neighbor, Megan (pretty blond on the left) and blind folded!  I love a good surprise and it is almost impossible to surprise me but this time I was shocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another lovely touch was the knitting and wedding related questionnaire that my Bridesmaid, Gretchen put together.  Usually I don't really care for the sorts of games played at these events but Gretchen's creative and personal touch made me wish I had the opportunity to take a stab at answering some of her well thought out questions.  Here is sample (note the knitting related questions!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-powTBuZwSuE/Ta9zFcpwqII/AAAAAAAACeQ/VNBYU3rH_h0/s1600/Spring%2B2011%2521%2B172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-powTBuZwSuE/Ta9zFcpwqII/AAAAAAAACeQ/VNBYU3rH_h0/s320/Spring%2B2011%2521%2B172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597819399272704130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. What are 'lazy daisy,' 'french knot', 'stem', and 'blanket'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Is a 'Spinning Jenny' used for making pots or making yarn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How much did Queen Victoria's wedding cake reportedly weigh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, my most favorite detail of all, was the subtle knitting related decor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JLKePVvPW8A/Ta86jsmFBVI/AAAAAAAACd4/cJfNP9nIsGk/s320/knit%2Bbridal%2Bshower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597757246785520978" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238);" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Do you see the small balls of yarn and knitting needles?  Is that a sheep you spy on the left?!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Every seat at the table had its own personal hand wound ball of yarn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Bridal Showers were perfect. Everything any B2B could have asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4FWEKqyAPOI/Ta9yWS3JCQI/AAAAAAAACeI/AoYtqw6VPzU/s1600/Spring%2B2011%2521%2B181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4FWEKqyAPOI/Ta9yWS3JCQI/AAAAAAAACeI/AoYtqw6VPzU/s320/Spring%2B2011%2521%2B181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597818589190621442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Knitting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1664610815825503871-5125940188544003113?l=theknittingtype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/2011/04/knitting-showeror-bridal-knitor-maybe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sara Kirby)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4DI6NflG4ZA/Ta80ZeFsnII/AAAAAAAACdg/vTZCxN2EG_c/s72-c/cake.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664610815825503871.post-7210086773582916676</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2011 11:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-10T06:53:24.269-07:00</atom:updated><title>Hold on to your Pots and Pans!</title><description>Invitations, Registries, and Bridal Showers, Oh My!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been swamped with wedding to-dos and have not gotten nearly enough knitting done.  7 weeks and counting and my knitting should be back on its game.  Is it sad to admit that I'm looking forward to the wedding planning being done so that I can get back to knitting on a regular basis?  No, this is the place for the place for such crazy talk, my knitting blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have managed to find time for a little crafting.  I joined the &lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/groups/2011-potholder-swap"&gt;2011 Potholder Swap&lt;/a&gt; and I submitted my potholders last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you unfamiliar with the Potholder Swap the rules are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must create 5 fabulous potholders (knit or crochet, within the size and yarn req.s ) and then mail them and a self addressed, stamped envelope to the Swap Leader's address.  Then about mid May I will receive 5 different potholders from 5 different knitters/ crocheters!  I participated in this &lt;a href="http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/2010/04/potholder-haul.html"&gt;swap last year&lt;/a&gt; and really enjoyed meeting new crafty people in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than participating in&lt;a href="http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/2009/08/secret-pal-14-awesome.html"&gt; Secret Pal &lt;/a&gt;exchanges this has been my favorite knitting/ crochet swap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-50pgLPqYYMQ/TaGzYLL8KJI/AAAAAAAACb4/E1vu4AEeBsQ/s1600/IMG_5859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-50pgLPqYYMQ/TaGzYLL8KJI/AAAAAAAACb4/E1vu4AEeBsQ/s320/IMG_5859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593949440071968914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pattern:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-50pgLPqYYMQ/TaGzYLL8KJI/AAAAAAAACb4/E1vu4AEeBsQ/s1600/IMG_5859.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/coffee--cream"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jan Eaton's Coffee and Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yarn: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yarn.com/webs-knitting-crochet-yarns-tahki/webs-knitting-yarns-tahki-yarns-cotton-classic/"&gt;Tahki Cotton Classics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Needles: &lt;/span&gt;Size H crochet hook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Review:  &lt;/span&gt;Inspired by Easter eggs I choose bright and sunny yellow, pink, purple,  green, and cream to make this sweet springtime potholders. I always enjoy making potholders, the are quick to create and give the knitter/ crocheter instant gratification.  Jan Eaton's pattern was an easy one to commit to memory using simple single and double crochets.  The yarn was a delight to work with it, as the shiny cotton glided through my fingers I found myself looking forward to holding the fabric I was creating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-ECUGuzohs/TaG1ZQBD2-I/AAAAAAAACcA/szILEAfE2hk/s1600/IMG_5865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-ECUGuzohs/TaG1ZQBD2-I/AAAAAAAACcA/szILEAfE2hk/s320/IMG_5865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593951657571638242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jan Eaton's Coffee and Cream (&lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/TheKnittingType/coffee--cream"&gt;ravelry'd here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1664610815825503871-7210086773582916676?l=theknittingtype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/2011/04/hold-on-to-your-pots-and-pans.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sara Kirby)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-50pgLPqYYMQ/TaGzYLL8KJI/AAAAAAAACb4/E1vu4AEeBsQ/s72-c/IMG_5859.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664610815825503871.post-1020759004206579081</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Feb 2011 14:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-27T07:05:18.428-08:00</atom:updated><title>Lorelei's Jasper Diamond Jacket</title><description>It is almost the third month of the year and I've only completed one knitting project!  Some might wonder if I've lost my knitting mojo. Well the answer is NO!  I long to knit, I think about it while at work, while driving in the car, while cooking dinner,  and while at home addressing wedding invitations. But that's just it, I have had no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the winter's 2nd job (which has now ended) and the engagement I have had no additional time to whip up knitted delights.  I fear this upcoming month could be even more knit free as A and I have decided to try to complete as much of our wedding planning as possible by the end of March.  Why would we take on such a crazy endeavor you might be curious to know?  Well, we wanted a short engagement because we wanted to honeymoon in Ireland and the best time to travel to Ireland is the summer.  I consider myself a patient (sometimes) person but I do not want to wait another year to get to Ireland if I can do it this year so we are planning to wed in May and honeymoon in Ireland in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I have completed a lingering knitting project and my next venture has a due date of mid April, so if  the planning Gods continue to smile down upon me I believe I should be able to squeeze in some knitting and meet my deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most recently completed knitting project was gifted to a very special little girl. Please meet Lorelei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WKBXTM4diUI/TWpm_DVS6JI/AAAAAAAACao/ojCtEeCRLmc/s1600/IMG_9308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WKBXTM4diUI/TWpm_DVS6JI/AAAAAAAACao/ojCtEeCRLmc/s320/IMG_9308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578384321864198290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ravelry details&lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/TheKnittingType/jasper-diamond-hoodie"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Why yes, this sweater is a little too big for her. But you see we could say its too big or we could say that I'm such an amazing planner that I predicted she would be a petite baby and so not only did I knit the 3 to 6 month size, but I did not complete the sweater until she was already one month old.  I might not have had this gift ready in time for the baby shower but at least the kid has room to grow into it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QitaGqAVKTM/TWpmopxkyPI/AAAAAAAACag/Zvnczm_o8RE/s1600/IMG_9301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QitaGqAVKTM/TWpmopxkyPI/AAAAAAAACag/Zvnczm_o8RE/s320/IMG_9301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578383937046366450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pattern:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/jasper-diamond-hoodie"&gt;Jasper Diamond Hoodie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yarn:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/yarns/library/knit-picks-shine-sport"&gt;Knit Picks Shine Sport&lt;/a&gt; (6 skeins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Needles:&lt;/span&gt; Size 7, circs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pattern Review:&lt;/span&gt; Love, love, love this sweater! This sweater was my first baby sweater  pattern and it was a great experience. The pattern was very easy to  follow, the seaming was a breeze, the yarn was so soft in my hands and its machine washable and dry-able which we all know is a mom favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KkJW6VJOIog/TWpmXkfee0I/AAAAAAAACaY/ACTzAgCvMwg/s1600/IMG_9305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KkJW6VJOIog/TWpmXkfee0I/AAAAAAAACaY/ACTzAgCvMwg/s320/IMG_9305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578383643570502466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My one comment would be about the hood. The hood was the last piece  to seam to the garment and I noticed when I got to this step that the  base of the hood seemed larger than the sweater neckline. I searched  some forum posts on Ravelry.com and found only one other person who had run into this  complication. I made no modifications to the hood. I just gathered my  stitches together as I seamed attempting to evenly spread out the extra  length across the sweater neckline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would highly recommend this pattern to anyone thinking of knitting up a baby sweater. You won't be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the needles?  &lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/groups/2011-potholder-swap"&gt;Potholder Swap 2011&lt;/a&gt; patterns. Time to start Hookin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Knitting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1664610815825503871-1020759004206579081?l=theknittingtype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/2011/02/loreleis-jasper-diamond-jacket.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sara Kirby)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WKBXTM4diUI/TWpm_DVS6JI/AAAAAAAACao/ojCtEeCRLmc/s72-c/IMG_9308.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664610815825503871.post-1549790274615169942</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Jan 2011 02:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-01T19:35:48.318-08:00</atom:updated><title>On Resolutions and New Beginnings</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Knitting? Whose knitting?  This girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after two months of working two jobs and having no time to knit I found myself sick and in bed for two days straight.  Some might say that being sick on New Year's Eve is no fun and those people might be right. However, I was quite content to sit in my living room on the fold out sofa-bed and knit all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I ring in the new year, Stitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been so full of ups and downs that a full recap would be exhausting.  But I can say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...for as crappy as the first 1/2 of the year was (and just read my past posts and you'll see how crappy it got) it improved ten fold in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of drowning you in a list of life lesson's learned (which this melodrama queen (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;shhhhh, i'm not admitting to that I've just heard the term used in my presence) does quite well)  I will list my favorite moments of 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Got a new kitty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TR_s3M2CruI/AAAAAAAACXw/rvaNccj4680/s1600/IMG_7708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TR_s3M2CruI/AAAAAAAACXw/rvaNccj4680/s320/IMG_7708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557420898283335394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Blizzards!  Not fun for others but I knit people, this was my perfect storm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TR_tM9D7X1I/AAAAAAAACX4/owDW0BDlisE/s1600/IMG_7769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TR_tM9D7X1I/AAAAAAAACX4/owDW0BDlisE/s320/IMG_7769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557421272003731282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. Joined an amazing &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.charmcityyoga.com"&gt;Yoga studio&lt;/a&gt; for a month (loved this, want to go back...will go back in 2011!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. Volunteered for Wine Festivals with Mamasita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TR_tgnG_NEI/AAAAAAAACYA/wT7weD05BZs/s1600/IMG_8092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TR_tgnG_NEI/AAAAAAAACYA/wT7weD05BZs/s320/IMG_8092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557421609708368962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. My older brother got married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TR_uFjzKqlI/AAAAAAAACYI/ACHtknL22jQ/s1600/IMG_8182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TR_uFjzKqlI/AAAAAAAACYI/ACHtknL22jQ/s320/IMG_8182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557422244475087442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The four kids at Adam's wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. I had a great beach vacation. (I never blogged about this but I pretty much had the best and most relaxing beach vacation this summer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Started cooking more and exploring vegetarian/ vegan meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I turned 30 and had a great Ireland themed party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TR_vZo1jS-I/AAAAAAAACYY/CE3WIHGuoZQ/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TR_vZo1jS-I/AAAAAAAACYY/CE3WIHGuoZQ/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557423688936279010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; My dear friends from college got married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TR_vqwqvFiI/AAAAAAAACYg/vfjvG-A1Jwc/s1600/IMG_8964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TR_vqwqvFiI/AAAAAAAACYg/vfjvG-A1Jwc/s320/IMG_8964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557423983096174114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I got not one but two jobs that have me laughing on a daily basis (side note: got a raise after just 3 months at the full-time job! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(mini high-5 in celebration of me!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet you thought I'd stop at 10...but I have one more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I got engaged!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TR_v2WbCmTI/AAAAAAAACYo/HGRDLtaNUfw/s1600/IMG_9108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TR_v2WbCmTI/AAAAAAAACYo/HGRDLtaNUfw/s320/IMG_9108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557424182209452338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Prince William and I will be getting married in 2011! Oh, wait, no, no, no. Not to each other, but still, yay, us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TR_wHExK1TI/AAAAAAAACYw/5z_uWqiXCtY/s1600/IMG_9087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TR_wHExK1TI/AAAAAAAACYw/5z_uWqiXCtY/s320/IMG_9087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557424469528204594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!!!We just got engaged, on the miracle that is &lt;a href="http://www.christmasstreet.com/indexpic.html"&gt;34th street&lt;/a&gt; !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2011 is going to be the best yet. I can feel it everywhere, all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1664610815825503871-1549790274615169942?l=theknittingtype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-resolutions-and-new-beginnings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sara Kirby)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TR_s3M2CruI/AAAAAAAACXw/rvaNccj4680/s72-c/IMG_7708.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664610815825503871.post-2252700896147121786</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Nov 2010 13:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-29T06:20:11.926-08:00</atom:updated><title>Giving Thanks</title><description>This thanksgiving I had more than my fair share to be thankful for.  Its been a rough 2010.  This summer was a particular struggle, after having lost my job I spent three months looking for work, second guessing my abilities and questioning what I thought I knew about myself.  I realized through all that turmoil that what was most important to me was who I worked with not necessarily what I did.  Finding a great occupational fit involves several factors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-what are you doing for 8+ hours a day?&lt;br /&gt;-what is your physical environment like?&lt;br /&gt;-who do you work with, do you get along with your coworkers?&lt;br /&gt;-are you encouraged to do your job well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 years of job searching, job hopping, and job disappointment I feel like I have finally found a fit.  I am not doing anything different for a living I just work with wonderful people,  I go to work and laugh every day.  Then, as if I don't feel lucky enough I decided recently that I wanted to get a part-time job at a well known home goods store for the holidays. So I applied and got the job!  I am loving both places I work for the first time in probably 5 years!  It makes such a difference in quality of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downside is that I have less time to knit and blog.  Here is a look at something I finished back in September:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TPO05S5WswI/AAAAAAAACXc/-QP0Wuxt38o/s1600/IMG_8880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TPO05S5WswI/AAAAAAAACXc/-QP0Wuxt38o/s320/IMG_8880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544974462641156866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my Mead Scarf (&lt;a href="http://ravel.me/TheKnittingType/ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;details on Ravelry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pattern:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/mead-scarf"&gt;Mead Scarf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yarn: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brooksfarmyarn.com/cart/"&gt;Brooks Farm Yarn, Four play&lt;/a&gt; (I love their sense of humor!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Needles:&lt;/span&gt; size 7 circs (who uses straight needles anymore?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pattern Review:&lt;/span&gt; I’m thrilled with both the simple lace pattern and the soft yarn.  &lt;p&gt;This scarf was about a foot shorter before I blocked so I’m really  glad I took the time. Draping is just magic for lace knitting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Important to note: I reduced the number of zig zag repeats in this  pattern when I realized that I was not going to have enough yarn for a  longer scarf if I made it any wider. I think four pattern repeats was  just enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TPO2c3cQykI/AAAAAAAACXk/xiIFw45OXDg/s1600/IMG_8882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TPO2c3cQykI/AAAAAAAACXk/xiIFw45OXDg/s320/IMG_8882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544976173258295874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am also working on some secret holiday knitting but can't share that at this time :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1664610815825503871-2252700896147121786?l=theknittingtype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/2010/11/giving-thanks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sara Kirby)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TPO05S5WswI/AAAAAAAACXc/-QP0Wuxt38o/s72-c/IMG_8880.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664610815825503871.post-5908475835405891722</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Oct 2010 19:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-14T11:45:58.927-07:00</atom:updated><title>Birthday Cake</title><description>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm 30. Its official, I've transcended into another decade in my life. I know some people freak out and hold onto their twenties like its a life ring in the ocean of aging. But I'm embracing this decade for all its possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My twenties were great and probably consisted of what they were suppose to, the dating, the drinking, the job hopping, the moving out, moving home, and moving out again, the falling in love and out of love and in love again, learning to knit, smoking and quitting smoking, moving in with a boy, traveling around the country, and "finding myself". I'm not sure I accomplished the last part but I'm sure that's gonna be a WIP for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've received many knitting presents over the years. I've received yarn, knitting books, knitting needles, knitting bags, knitting gift cards, and of course, more yarn. But this year, for the epic 30, my dear knitting friend gave to me the very best knitting gift I've ever received!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was this:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526880885803823058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TLNs4go7r9I/AAAAAAAACWs/xPlyXAILZVE/s320/IMG_8774_medium2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its a Yarn Ball of Glory, a pattern, and a roll of the best chalky candy ever, Necco Wafers. My dear sweet lovely friend went looking in my ravelry queue, downloaded and print out a pattern I had saved, and purchased the needles and the yarn to complete the project. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if the gift stopped there you would probably be fairly satisfied and think, "why yes, that is a lovely and thoughtful gift". However, I said it was the very best knitting gift ever and so I continue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful sweet friend also hand wound this ball of yarn pictured above. Why you might ask? Well because inside of this ball she hid roughly 12 presents! I'm a girl that loves only one thing more than presents and that is unwrapping the presents. I love the paper, the tissue, and the ribbon. I make a game of opening presents. I stick bows on my head adn ribbon round my neck and then tear into the gift. So you can imagine my intense excitment when she told me there were so many more little presents inside this ball of yarn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I told myself I would do the right thing as others encouraged me to unwind the whole ball. No, no, no I was suppose to knit the project to receive the presents. So that is what I set out to do...but it was really difficult to wait when you are a slow knitter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will be honest, I pried out one Philosophy lipgloss tube and a $20 bill (I mean how am I suppose to ignore that little paper corner sticking out of the yarn ball and not try my best to get it out?!). The rest of the presents fell out naturally (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or were slightly encouraged&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I finially completed my project I still had 1/2 the yarn ball left so I just gave in and unwound the whole thing. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;having a yarn ball winder made this really fast!) &lt;/span&gt;I received a lip gloss, $20, a pair of earrings, 1 little purple rose ring, 2 glass beads, 1 Lemonhead candy, a jelly bracelet, and a few other items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527973122686760850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TLdOREGmt5I/AAAAAAAACW0/YqV9ou84LMQ/s320/gloves" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Additional details about these fingerless mits can be found on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ravel.me/TheKnittingType/cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ravelry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was blown away by my friends thoughtfulness and the time she took to make this fun gift for me, considering she has a 1.5 year old little girl at home and works full time I know she had to give up sleep to create this present. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I highly advise this style present to anyone looking for a creative and fun knit present. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Happy Knitting!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1664610815825503871-5908475835405891722?l=theknittingtype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/2010/10/birthday-cake.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sara Kirby)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TLNs4go7r9I/AAAAAAAACWs/xPlyXAILZVE/s72-c/IMG_8774_medium2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664610815825503871.post-3396470759377258315</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Aug 2010 12:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-28T06:17:12.847-07:00</atom:updated><title>Knitting It Forward</title><description>I've knit presents for people. I've knit scarves for charity. I've knit things for myself. But I've never taken a knitting request for someone else to gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However when my sweet and thoughtful aunt asked me if I would knit a baby blanket for her pregnant coworker how could I say no?  My Aunt had crocheted me my first handmade baby blanket.  She is a great knitter/ crocheter however the craft has taken its toll on her hands and joints and its now uncomfortable for her to work on larger projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I would be happy to help out! So she sent me the pattern, the yarn, and 3 months later, Viola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/THkHfbz5U5I/AAAAAAAACV8/FvqXYHZWjeE/s1600/IMG_8443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/THkHfbz5U5I/AAAAAAAACV8/FvqXYHZWjeE/s320/IMG_8443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510443855687275410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pattern:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plymouthyarn.com/index.php?nav=cYarn.yarnDetail&amp;amp;yarnid=001032&amp;amp;searchcollection=000005&amp;amp;pattern_id=002106#pattern-tab"&gt;Lace Coverlet by Plymouth Yarn Design Studio&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://ravel.me/TheKnittingType/1dslc"&gt;raveled here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yarn:&lt;/span&gt; Plymouth Yarn Dream baby Shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Needles:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; US 6 circular needles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pattern Review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Honestly, I was intimidated at first.  When I had agreed to knit the baby blanket I was not thinking it would be an all lace blanket.  But once I got knitting,  I loved this blanket. The pattern was very easy to memorize and the yarn was as soft as baby's butt. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous to knitting this blanket I had only knit adult sized blanket. I really enjoyed how quickly baby items knit up. For someone with knitter's ADD I felt great satisfaction in how much I was able to knit each night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/THkKRKSJVqI/AAAAAAAACWU/NeTQcnCWYxk/s1600/IMG_8458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/THkKRKSJVqI/AAAAAAAACWU/NeTQcnCWYxk/s320/IMG_8458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510446908999030434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hopefully the baby who receives this blanket will find warmth and comfort in every stitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Knitting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1664610815825503871-3396470759377258315?l=theknittingtype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/2010/08/knitting-it-forward.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sara Kirby)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/THkHfbz5U5I/AAAAAAAACV8/FvqXYHZWjeE/s72-c/IMG_8443.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664610815825503871.post-6689821967413885461</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Aug 2010 13:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-05T06:32:16.605-07:00</atom:updated><title>Unexpected Delights</title><description>Have you ever walked through a craft store with the goal and budget to purchase supplies for one project and walk out of that same store with a new goal and a new project?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened to me recently at Michael's.  I went there to purchase a size 6 circular metal needle and walked out with a new project.  Its not like I spent additional money. No, no, no I stuck to that goal, "Sara, you are only going to spend $6.00 on a knitting needle and leave. Do not let your eyes wonder. Keep your eye on the prize. Tunnel vision, Baby!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just as I was passing the lovely plush yarns aisle (to get the yarn aisle of course) I saw a pattern that was so fun and bright I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. I couldn't look away, my blinders were down and my hands were magnetized to the pattern.  I had to have it, I had to make it and the best part was I already owned all the yarn required!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here she is the &lt;a href="http://ravel.me/TheKnittingType/esa"&gt;Eyelet Strips Afghan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TFq6aqAFahI/AAAAAAAACVY/E7_jPcFumY8/s1600/IMG_8424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TFq6aqAFahI/AAAAAAAACVY/E7_jPcFumY8/s320/IMG_8424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501914861900491282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pattern: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lionbrand.com/patterns/L0057AD.html?noImages=0"&gt;Lion Brand's Eyelet Strips Afghan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yarn:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.lionbrand.com/yarns/vannaschoice.html"&gt;Vanna's Choice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Needles:&lt;/span&gt; J Hook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pattern Review: &lt;/span&gt;I was in a very hectic place in life when I found this project and it was the perfect therapy.  Each panel is crocheted exactly the same so there was very little thought required.  I thought about changing up the color pattern but in the end I really prefered their layout to anything I was attempting.  The yarn was a delight, big and chunky so I found great satisfaction in watching the blanket grow quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TFq9HaxeI7I/AAAAAAAACVg/cpMXeFwHvzk/s1600/IMG_8433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TFq9HaxeI7I/AAAAAAAACVg/cpMXeFwHvzk/s320/IMG_8433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501917829930034098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my hectic work schedule concluded I found the blanket to be the perfect solace to a hard month's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Knitting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1664610815825503871-6689821967413885461?l=theknittingtype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/2010/08/unexpected-delights.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sara Kirby)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TFq6aqAFahI/AAAAAAAACVY/E7_jPcFumY8/s72-c/IMG_8424.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664610815825503871.post-4844718830700010240</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2010 11:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-23T04:56:59.375-07:00</atom:updated><title>Have you met Lorraine?</title><description>Lorraine is a friend of mine.  I met her recently through my neighbor who knew her from work.  She's very feminine, quite pale, and does not talk much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently she recently lost her job and my neighbor told me she was looking for a place to live.  Because I am such a kind and thoughtful person, I told my neighbor I would be more than happy to open my door to Lorraine and see if I could help her find some work (apparently she used to be a model).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been living with me for about 3 months now and while I don't charge her rent and she does not eat very much and is a fairly quiet roommate every now and then I find her wearing my clothes and this only bothers me because she looks fa better in them than I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TEmAjV4yoSI/AAAAAAAACVA/EkMv-mdINso/s1600/IMG_8381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TEmAjV4yoSI/AAAAAAAACVA/EkMv-mdINso/s320/IMG_8381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497066164841521442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lorraine in my&lt;a href="http://ravel.me/TheKnittingType/wwwv"&gt; Wicked Sweater&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TEmBDPkUIhI/AAAAAAAACVI/fojBe9zHBuQ/s1600/IMG_8397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TEmBDPkUIhI/AAAAAAAACVI/fojBe9zHBuQ/s320/IMG_8397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497066712900837906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lorraine in my &lt;a href="http://ravel.me/TheKnittingType/c1"&gt;Clapotis Shawl.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TEmBRclTpwI/AAAAAAAACVQ/-ZV8jkMV9FM/s1600/IMG_8394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TEmBRclTpwI/AAAAAAAACVQ/-ZV8jkMV9FM/s320/IMG_8394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497066956912830210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lorraine in my&lt;a href="http://ravel.me/TheKnittingType/lllyc"&gt; La La Love You Scarf&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have not yet figured out how to do it, but I think I'm going to have to talk to her about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Knitting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1664610815825503871-4844718830700010240?l=theknittingtype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/2010/07/have-you-met-lorraine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sara Kirby)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TEmAjV4yoSI/AAAAAAAACVA/EkMv-mdINso/s72-c/IMG_8381.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664610815825503871.post-903372790860627691</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jul 2010 12:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-19T06:05:17.315-07:00</atom:updated><title>Kirby's Epic Yarn</title><description>Can we all just take a moment to appreciate this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TERLAWDLzpI/AAAAAAAACUo/x8IqJUwT6qU/s1600/kirby%27s+epic+yarn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TERLAWDLzpI/AAAAAAAACUo/x8IqJUwT6qU/s400/kirby%27s+epic+yarn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495599914589867666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't play Wii, Xbox, Nintendo (anymore since I beat Donkey Kong and Super Mario Bros. 1 in 1998), or any other video game station. However, the BF does play and read about video games.  We rarely discuss his obsession/ hobby because quite frankly all I hear is the Peanut's teacher voice squawking at me when he begins talking about something "really cool" he just did in a game.  However, there are rare moments when through the squawking a sound becomes clear, words form, and I hear something truly interesting. Most recently was his announcement of this new game! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now again, I don't really care about the video game itself but I do find the title to be quite catchy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Knitting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1664610815825503871-903372790860627691?l=theknittingtype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theknittingtype.blogspot.com/2010/07/kirbys-epic-yarn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sara Kirby)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sc3v7maz6UE/TERLAWDLzpI/AAAAAAAACUo/x8IqJUwT6qU/s72-c/kirby%27s+epic+yarn.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

