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Saturday, October 5

Ukrainian Eggs make wonderful Christmas gifts for the middle aged women in your life.
8:38 PM | permalink

Winner of the "Bumper Sticker Appealing to the Smallest Possible Demographic" Contest

"Old Upholsterers Never Die; They Always Recover."

8:35 PM | permalink

"The point of power is in the present moment." --Louise Hay

We are all free to change our minds and lives, this very moment.
5:39 PM | permalink

European nerds are cool. -link
8:01 PM | permalink

My sister tells me that my mom made a comment to the effect that if Ben and I moved back to Minnesota, she would pay for me to finish school. Screw you, Kathy. If she really cared, she would want to help me finish school no matter where I live. This is classic Kathy Burdick. Emotional extortion. "Come back and pay attention to me and I'll give you money." Anyone wondering why I moved eighteen-hundred miles away?
4:14 PM | permalink

Things to blog about when I don't know what to blog about.
blankets
parental extortion
why I don't watch television
grape nuts


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The Knit-Out went okay. I got there early and camped out on the wall by the max line. I was quickly joined by a mother-daughter crochet-knit duo. They were friendly but not too talkative, content to sit and knit. I kept an eye out for Jamie, a Portland knitter I was hoping to meet. I watched the knitters meander into the square. I saw some great sweaters. It was raining off and on. I was working on the sleeve for my blue sweater. A woman in her mid-fifties sat down next to me and struck up a conversation, or rather used me for a sounding board. She has really pretty greenish-yellow eyes, which I liked looking at, or I would have found an excuse to get away from her. I seem to attract a certain type of older woman who thinks it's great that I knit, and proceeds to talk my ear off, not really interested in listening to anything but the sound of her own voice. She was right about one thing though, my sweater was too wide. I knew it was too wide. I just kept hoping against hope. I could cut up the front and make it into a cardigan, getting rid of the extra width that way. "Just rip it out," she said, matter of factly, "That is yarn you could be using." Sigh. I have ripped it out. I am starting over. But it's exciting, I will make a design I like more than where it was heading before.
Finally, I used my bladder as an excuse. My plan was to go the restroom and then hunt down someone who fit Jamie's general description. Short, layered brown hair and glasses. On my way to Nordstom's (adjacent to the square and the closest bathroom) I spotted a group of young women, one of whom matched Jamie's decription, sitting on a bench working on their knitting projects. When I was done peeing, I stepped outside to find it was pouring rain and the girl who may have been Jamie was not on the bench. I checked around the covered areas for her, but to no avail. I chatted with the middle aged lady some more about joining her knitting guild then went home.
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I am off to the Portland Knit Out in Pioneer Courthouse Square. This is very exciting.
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