Man O Man In a Heap

April 17, 2006 by

About a billion years ago I thought that I would knit a mitred square. Didn’t do it. Promptly forgot. I know you see where this is going, but humor me please. Thanks. Due to the small hollering boys I thought that knitting big things was impossible. And it pretty much is. Yes I know big things are made up of smaller parts but I am a bit thick. And constantly interrupted. It has taken me 5 tries to write the 80 words you see before the 80. So I do not knit nearly as much as I would like to. Yes, the boys do go to school. I spend those precious moments lying (laying?) in a heap while listening to Uriah Heep or feeling like Uriah Heap because I have been Hollering at the Small Hollering Boys. Or I just drink more coffee and pray the ground will swallow me whole because of All the Things Which I Should Be Doing While the Boys Are at School But I Am Not For Which I Will Burn in Hell.

Well, apparently when I met the dynamic duo last week I inhaled the crack. Man, was it G-O-O-D.

Really, really good. So good infact that even though I goofed this one up (too many stitches on the top half, wrong number of cast on stitches -even though I counted 3 times) I am downright balmy over here. Dreamy. Oh so dreamy. Oddball knitting. Oooooh Bab-BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Oddballs for Oddballs, now there is an a-long I could get behind. Maybe it is the spring day we are having today, a brief respite before The Swamp that is Northern Virginia in the summer, but I am Giddy, Oh So Giddy. Can barely keep it in. How wonderful to feel this turned on by such a simple idea. The way I look at my stash will never be the same. That was some Migh-Tee Fine Stuff I inhaled. A frenzied stash dive yielded these combos:

A little washed out but you get the idea. No?

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