This pile is just about as long as my car (which is not a big car, but still), however it is not as tall as my car. Unfortunately, I need to make another pile that big at least from the rest of the yard!
Carded up his very first rolag last night. Muahahahahahahahaha! And yes, I am aware that it looks quite a bit like it came straight out ofa 1970s Playboy, and no, it is actually just Romney wool. But yes, you do have a gross and perverted mind!
I forgot to take a photograph of the socks I finished and gifted during the retreat so Poop on that, but I am just a few inches from finishing the sleeves on my darling husband's gansey, so pictures soon maybe?
I'm getting close to finishing the merino tencel laceweight singles that are taking FOR FREAKING EVER.
I don't have any socks on the needles which is super weird.
I am already engaged in planning the next retreat, because I had a good time and i am a little slice of crazy pie.
I need to make myself some kind of spinning goal for the winter. Spin down stash or something. 15 minutes a day spinning? Maybe 30? I need to do like four hours a day. I'm going to include prepping time for anything I prep too. I gotta spin this fiber stash down!
So here are the boys. Mine is the hobo. He insisted on being one even though I feel like it's kind of a cop out. Just put on a bunch of old, dirty clothes and beg for candy. It seems too easy that way, but I have let him choose his costume since he was three, so this year is no exception.
And the girls - they are stick people. That's why I'm giving you the dark version.
It was a fun Halloween.
Also, if you've read my blog with any regularity at all, you know I hate people. I do. In fact if I meet a new person, I've noticed that I assume they're going to be jerks until I find out otherwise. Isn't that awful? You know why though?
Have you ever noticed that a lot of people feel free to give advice or judge you when they have no right? For example, morbidly obese people (and let me tell you I have no problem with people of different weights, that is NOT the point here) giving out weight loss advice? Or someone who has never married a person with children telling you how you should handle it? Or maybe someone who lives in something akin to squalor giving you advice on how you can be a better housekeeper. . . I know it's happened to every single person who reads this blog, and I know that's way more people than comments. Do you just laugh it off? Are you ever tempted to say, "Gee thanks, Dr. Phil"? I am tempted to laugh in the face of these people, but I never do. Why can't I kindly point out that I would rather take weight loss advice from someone who appears to have some experience in weight loss? Or someone who has blended a family as a parent and understands the foibles and pitfalls therein?
I friggin hate people. They are largely fuckknuckles and asshats. And it ain't getting any better out there, folks.
I am actually having kind of a rough day, but it's ok. I am shaking it off!
Last night The Chief fixed this most favoritest Halloween decoration of my sons. From the first year he could walk he would toddle his buns over and start this thing over and over and over. The poor bobble head was broken and my husband wired it back together last night.
(notice how I slipped in a sock for knitting content. This is a knitting blog after all (kinda).
I took a better pic of the socks here too.
Just in time to be packed up and mailed off to one of my sisters for her November 7th birthday.
And last: Just for you, Carrie.
I even put on my horrible fleece just to complete the picture. You can actually tell I had just put it over my head if you look really closely, because my eyebrow hairs are all caddywumpus from pulling it over my head. Fun fact for ya.
Someone new subscribed to my blog yesterday. I don't know why that makes me so darn happy, but it does. I'm weird!
and now, time to try to pretend we don't have a ton of candy in the house!
I had a bit of a rant today about this idiot neighbor of mine. He is very yard obsessed and we love in a neighborhood full of really humongous beech trees. Now that means that this time of year, I have to go outside and move piles of leaves as big as my car. I do have a smallish car, but I'm not exaggerating about the size of the piles here.
Every time I go out to work on leaves, he HAS to come outside and start mowing up leaves in his yard. He's freaky anyway. He never looks you in the eye and tells you what's going on with each family on the block (which makes me wonder what he thinks is going on in my house and tells people about even though he has no clue). he also does that thing where he talks to you, then you answer, and he goes on to some other topic without even acknowledging that you answered as if he was thinking about his next statement the whole time.
I hate this guy! And i kinneared him just for you.
It was a very Pink Panther moment with me hiding behind one of the rhodos. Boo Hiss! Hate him from afar for me!
Also, Carrie wanted a picture of my head. Oh and my mom left me a phone message. She said her bowels are working properly, but I'm not sure if that means she DID shit or didn't when she saw the last post.
Pay no attention to the crazy swirlylike thing on the top of my head oh and the hideous lumberjack fleece I've had since before I had my 11 year old child. I didn't exactly prep for the picture.
Have a fabulous Thursday! Oh and knitting content soon!
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