Well a little of this and a little of that happening here..
Yes, I've been knitting,
on several things
I might add...
We've had bad weather,
so I had a snow day yesterday.
Expecting some more snow, some will
get 4-6 inches and others may only get 2 inches..
Back to knitting!
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
ANOTHER STRING BAG
As you can see... I started another string bag. These are great for shopping. Especially since we do our shopping at Aldi's and you pack your own groceries. The bag holds more than you would think!
I am having visions of all sorts of color combinations. I'm sure I will be knitting a ton of these.............
TEA
If you are a TEA drinker, this is one you should try! It is absolutely "Delicious".Very Scrumptous as a "LATTE". I highly recommend it............
Off for a cup of tea myself...
INTERNATIONAL SCARF EXCHANGE 6
Looking around, I noticed sign ups for the ISE6 have already
started. They are accepting the first 200 people. I sure hope I
didn't get there too late.. The ISE5 was a great time and I had
told myself I would do it again!
Fingers Crossed!
started. They are accepting the first 200 people. I sure hope I
didn't get there too late.. The ISE5 was a great time and I had
told myself I would do it again!
Fingers Crossed!
KNITTING SOCKS...........
CLICK, click! how the needles go
Through the busy fingers,
to and fro--
With no bright colors of berlin wool,
Delicate hands today are full:
Only a yarn of deep, dull blue,
Socks for the feet of the brave and true.
Yet click, click, how the needles go,
'Tis a power within that nerves them so.
In the sunny hours of the bright spring day,
And still in the night time far away.
Maiden, mother,
grandame sit Earnest and thoughtful while they knit.
Many the silent prayers they pray,
Many the tear drops brushed away.
While busy on the needles go, Widen and narrow,
heel and toe.
The grandame thinks with a thrill of pride
How her mother knit and spun beside
For that patriot band in olden days
Who died the Stars and Stripes to raise--
Now she in turn knits for the brave
Who'd die that glorious flag to save.
She is glad, she says, ''the boys" have gone,
'Tis just as their grandfathers would have done.
But she heaves a sigh and the tears will start,
For "the boys" were the pride of grandame's heart.
The mother's look is calm and high,
God only hears her soul's deep cry--
In Freedom's name, at Freedom's call,
She gave her sons--in them her all.
The maiden's cheek wears a paler shade.
But the light in her eyes is undismayed.
Faith and hope give strength to her sight,
She sees a red dawn after the night.
Oh, soldiers brave, will it brighten the day,
And shorten the march on the weary way,
To know that at home the loving and true
Are knitting and hoping and praying for your
Soft are the voices when speaking your name,
Proud are their glories when hearing your fame.
And the gladdest hour in their lives will be
When they greet you after the victory.
http://beck.library.emory.edu/greatwar/poetry/view.php?id=eaton_Eaton109
Through the busy fingers,
to and fro--
With no bright colors of berlin wool,
Delicate hands today are full:
Only a yarn of deep, dull blue,
Socks for the feet of the brave and true.
Yet click, click, how the needles go,
'Tis a power within that nerves them so.
In the sunny hours of the bright spring day,
And still in the night time far away.
Maiden, mother,
grandame sit Earnest and thoughtful while they knit.
Many the silent prayers they pray,
Many the tear drops brushed away.
While busy on the needles go, Widen and narrow,
heel and toe.
The grandame thinks with a thrill of pride
How her mother knit and spun beside
For that patriot band in olden days
Who died the Stars and Stripes to raise--
Now she in turn knits for the brave
Who'd die that glorious flag to save.
She is glad, she says, ''the boys" have gone,
'Tis just as their grandfathers would have done.
But she heaves a sigh and the tears will start,
For "the boys" were the pride of grandame's heart.
The mother's look is calm and high,
God only hears her soul's deep cry--
In Freedom's name, at Freedom's call,
She gave her sons--in them her all.
The maiden's cheek wears a paler shade.
But the light in her eyes is undismayed.
Faith and hope give strength to her sight,
She sees a red dawn after the night.
Oh, soldiers brave, will it brighten the day,
And shorten the march on the weary way,
To know that at home the loving and true
Are knitting and hoping and praying for your
Soft are the voices when speaking your name,
Proud are their glories when hearing your fame.
And the gladdest hour in their lives will be
When they greet you after the victory.
http://beck.library.emory.edu/greatwar/poetry/view.php?id=eaton_Eaton109
Saturday, March 1, 2008
ONE DOWN!
Finally got sock number one done, and now to cast on it's mate. I could refer to it as it's brother, and if I were knitting these for a girl I could say the sister, lol.
Being a little crazy here, it's been a long day with some cleaning and rearranging furniture, and running errands. Oh and I was so happy to have some knitting time in there too!
So I am a little punchy tonight!
This is a really fun knit!
PIF (Pay It Forward)
You can blame Jean from Central Texas (just kidding Jean, I love these)
The idea of the exchange is I will send a handmade gift to the first three people who leave a comment on this blog post requesting to join this PIF exchange. I don’t know what that gift will be yet, and you may not receive it tomorrow or next week, but you will receive it within 365 days, that is my promise! The only thing you have to do in return is pay it forward by making the same promise on your blog - this means you must have a blog, sorry blogless readers.
There you go. First? Second? Third?
The idea of the exchange is I will send a handmade gift to the first three people who leave a comment on this blog post requesting to join this PIF exchange. I don’t know what that gift will be yet, and you may not receive it tomorrow or next week, but you will receive it within 365 days, that is my promise! The only thing you have to do in return is pay it forward by making the same promise on your blog - this means you must have a blog, sorry blogless readers.
There you go. First? Second? Third?
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