Hello! My Name is Needle Tart....

I have a problem. I am addicted to solitare. Even if I win a game, I keep playing until I use up all the money I have "won". Then of course, I just know I can win the next one, and the next, until I look at the clock and two hours of my life are gone (and it's usually one in the morning). Normally, this isn't much of a problem (?!), but that's two hours I could be knitting, blogging, or sleeping. All things that should be done. I've sworn off a few times, but when I'm baking, there are those few minutes between batches and my hands are too dirty to knit..... Just for today, I will not play.

On the knitting front, I have finished a few projects.

These are Dino Mite Mittens from Interweave Knits, Winter 1997. They are so darn cute! They have everything! Short rwo shaping (for the neckon the blue one), pick up stitches and knit (for the spines on the gold one), i-cord, bobbles (yeeechh! Bobbles! I hate bobbles). Knitted in the round with Phildar Laine 51 on size 1 bamboo needles.

I am going to send them to Great Nephew #1 for his birthday (come to think of it, that was a few days ago, where was I? Ohh! See above.) along with the Dinosaur Counting Book. Think this will go over with a 4 year old? His sister is getting Cinder Edna and a pair of slippers, as soon as they are knit.

Also finished in spite of that pesky computer problem (Elder Child refers to that game as Chim-Chim, the monkey on my back) :



These are Fetching from knitty. I love them! The cable at the wrist! Cashmere! Ohhhh! However, they are a gift for a young friend of mine. I think I knit them on size 5 steel needles from two skeins of Cashmere from Fantasy Yarns (AC Moore, which sees to have the best variety of yarn in the area). They are soft and comfy and, well, I had better get them in the mail soon, or they will not go at all.


On the Sub-Season front, I realize it has been two weeks since I posted. I worked one full week (really, how do you do it?) and three days the second week. I could have worked more, but the second grade I had said, "Mrs. G, you sound funny when you breathe." Time to go home, sit down, and use the emergency inhaler. Funny thing, if I have enough free days to make it to the pool at least twice in a week , I can breathe much better. It was that five days in a row that seems to have done me in. The Husband has even agreed that he would be willing to make dinner on days I work, so I can make it to the pool for evening hours, and he can still get to bed by seven (he gets up at three in the AM to get to work on time).How could I ever replace him?

I plan to post again before the big holiday season is over (down Chim-Chim!!) but just in case, may you have food to eat, people you love, and a place to sleep.
Happy Holidays!