First some knitting… I have no idea how many inches this is… only that there is no way I’ll be done by DH’s birthday on Sunday. But we’ll be watching the football games, so maybe he won’t notice?
My finger and the knitting needle are pointing out the ends of the double short-rows. It puckers a little bit, but I needed to go back and forth and back and forth again to keep with the fleck pattern. I’ll do this again, and I’m thinking I’ll do it after I split for the armholes. The one set of short-rows added an inch, so I think two times should be ok. Even though I wrapped the stitches, and then knit them back up, the side where I did it purl-wise has gaps. Maybe blocking will help? Or if not, I’ll snug it in with some extra yarn.
These guys saved me from crappy coffee. I’d run out and purchased several bags of this and that coffee from the supermarket, with none of it meeting my snotty standards. I’ve blathered on about Carrabassett Coffee before. Their coffee is amazingly alluring and agreable. Their customer service is ace (is that appropiate here Conan the Grammarian?). I’m telling ya, I ordered this late on a Saturday night, and it was in my breezeway Tuesday. OK, now for some fessin’ up, it’s not all for me. I split the order with a couple of coworkers.
(not sure what was on my camera lens… it was very cold, about zero)
More fessing up… as Andra pointed out in the comments in the previous post, the term monkey long arms comes from her DH (a double B!). I learned this term one day when the kiddo was still a babe in arms because although I am some few inches taller than her, she can as easily reach the ceiling. Maybe it’s also that I have rather stumpy arms for a tall person? Let’s not talk too much about how our bodies are made, because I have such a hard time finding clothes that fit right (for all sorts of reasons) that I begin to feel as though I am a freak of nature (though I know this is not really true).
I was browsing through my New Century Dictionary, looking for some good ‘a‘ word to blather on about the coffee, when I came across a word that was totally new, different, and not something I would ever have figured out… aberglaube. Apparently I’m clueless because I don’t speak German (I was just looking for a link). It basically means ‘superstition’. I really like this dictionary, it has the best sketches of the oddest items.