Sunday, April 29, 2007
Saturday, April 28, 2007
I was never a big Hello Kitty fan, but this pink thing started to lead me there. It started innocently enough, an eraser here, a pen there, a pencil, or a sticker. Funny -- students pick up on the smallest things about their teacher. It's led to this:
A Hello Kitty keychain from one of my little girls. I added it to the Shrine 'o Kitty. Almost everything in the shrine was a gift from a student (Except for the HK ipod player. My excuses for that would be: 1-Target clearance aisle rocks! & 2- It was cheaper than the grown-up version). I don't have the heart to tell them that I'm kind of over it by now.
I think that's why I get along so well with my students ... mentally, we're the same age!
I had a question about the stitchmarkers I made. The Hello Kitty pieces came from Target. They are actually shoe charms for little kids. I just took them off their jump rings and wire wrapped them, so there would be less to snag at the yarn.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Fact #2: They like to share with their teachers.
A few weeks ago, one of my little "cherubs" decided to share the virus he was carrying around. So, of course, I came down with whatever bug it was. My mother noticed the change in my voice right away (I sound like Lauren Bacall or Kathleen Turner when I'm sick - it's fun -too bad I feel like crap). Which brings me to:
Fact #3: I may have a mortgage, but to my mother I will always be eight.
Our conversation went something like this:
Oh dear, you sound horrible.
I'm okay, I sound worse than I feel.
Have you been to the doctor?
It's a virus, he can't give me antibiotics for it.
Well you know, (Oh Lord, I'm in trouble here!) I think the old-fashioned remedies are the best ones.
You should get some Vicks and rub it on your chest. Then you need to get a towel and wrap it around your neck--
Mom? You taught me how to do that when I was a kid. I've been doing that since I was seven.
But you really need to rub it into your chest and then don't forget to safety pin the--
Mom? I'm forty-one!
Chuckle...You really need to drink hot water with lemon and--
Forty-one, ma! Forty-one...sigh...I'm always going to be your baby, aren't I?
Of course! Now get a lot of rest and don't go out.
I love you too, Mom.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
It's official, I am a:
|What Be Your Nerd Type? |
Your Result: Literature Nerd
Does sitting by a nice cozy fire, with a cup of hot tea/chocolate, and a book you can read for hours even when your eyes grow red and dry and you look sort of scary sitting there with your insomniac appearance? Then you fit this category perfectly! You love the power of the written word and it's eloquence; and you may like to read/write poetry or novels. You contribute to the smart people of today's society, however you can probably be overly-critical of works.
|What Be Your Nerd Type?|
Quizzes for MySpace
By the way, I found this on Pheelya's blog.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
F.O. #2 - The Chinese Charm bag from Stitch 'N Bitch. I used Noro Lotus for the body of the bag. Ok, ok, technically it's not finished, because it's not lined & the handles aren't on, but the knitting is done. Doesn't that count for something?
F.O. #3 - Hello Kitty stitch markers. I knew those jewelry making skills would come in handy!
Monday, April 23, 2007
This is why I am not crazy about novelty yarn. The fuzzy stuff is Patons Mosaic. I bought it close to Valentine's day, thinking that it would be nice to wear in my classroom on February 14. So pink! So bright! So festive! Knitted alone, it was really bright. Like Pepto Bismo bright. Ugh! Trying to tone it down, I paired it with Knit Picks Wool of the Andes in the Hollyberry colorway. I wanted it to look like this (see 1/31 & 1/26), but instead it reminds me of a bath mat. Yes Virginia, there is a big difference between Rio de la Plata and novelty yarn. Sigh, live and learn.
Finally, there's this scarf. It's knit with the most wonderful stuff around: Artfibers Alfabeto. It's a knotted openwork scarf. I found the pattern here.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
1. Whole bean or ground? I prefer whole bean, but I also like the convenience of ground coffee, as long as it was vacuum packed.
2. Fully-loaded or decaf? Definitely fully-loaded!
3. Regular or flavored? Regular, please.
4. How do you drink your coffee? With milk. I only use sugar if it's really strong coffee.
5. Favorite coffee ever? I like them all; particularly Italian roasts, Brazilian blends, and Kona coffee.
6. Are you fussy about your coffee or will any old bean do? I like medium roasts, also espresso and Italian roast coffee.
7. Favorite treats to have with your coffee? Cookies or chocolate. I'm a sucker for oatmeal-raisin, snickerdoodles, and thin ginger cookies.
8. Anything else about your coffee preferences? Even though I live in the Bay Area, I'm not too fond of Peet's coffee (I do like their tea, however).
9. Yarn/fiber you love? Natural fibers. Wool, wool-alpaca blends, wool-silk blends, or good cotton. I love anything soft.
10. Yarn/fiber you hate? Novelty acrylic yarns. I've never really liked the finished product when I'm done knitting with them. Good thing I have a mother who loved the muppet scarves I made.
11. What's on your needles? I think I have knitter's ADD. On my needles: 1 top-down raglan sweater, 1 clapotis, 1 dishrag, 1 tote bag, and 4 scarves (oy vey).
12. Favorite colors? Ocean colors: blues, dark greens; autumn colors: reds, browns, and dark pumpkin; blacks and greys. I like stronger colors over pastels.
13. Allergies? Nope.
14. Anything you really love, really don't like, or just need to get off your chest? Even though it is supposed to be good for you, I don't like dark chocolate. Give me milk chocolate (or milk chocolate with caramel, or milk chocolate with crispies, or milk chocolate with mint) any day.
Growing up in the 70's and 80's I was always interested in nature and the environment. (Must have been due to watching all those commercials where the Native American chief had the tear running down his face.) As kids, we spent most of their free time outside, rolling around in the grass, climbing trees (and falling out of them), exploring the woods and creeks. We were great garbage collectors on our expeditions; only we thought the trash we were picking up was treasure. I still remember picking up a crumpled up tube of VO5 and thinking, "Wow, this must be valuable." I was a first-grader! What do you expect?
I was a real tree-hugger; I used to get on my imaginary soapbox and rant about polluters and deforestation to anyone that would listen. I was so involved that I almost took a job with the California League of Conservation Voters--that is, until I found out I would be going door-to-door all by myself. Having just graduated from a woman's college (where you learn what can happen to a woman alone), I decided that would not be the best thing for me.
Still, I try to go green. I recycle and try to make smarter choices with the things I buy. (I love the reusable shopping bags from Trader Joe's, but these Envirosax look cool too.) I use mass transit when I have a choice. I know I can do more, but at least it's a start. My hope is that if people can begin by doing one or two small things for the earth, it will snowball into bigger actions. Because it's going to take all of us to change what is happening.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
I am a divorced mother of two...cats (the only grandchildren my mother's going to get). I could have had a teenager, but instead I have a sixteen year old tabby, with the ridiculous name of "Little Girl." When she was a stray living on my patio with her siblings, we just referred to her as that little girl cat; nothing else seemed to stick. She is, perhaps, the best cat I've ever had, probably because she's so faithful and follows me around like a dog.
This is Zoey. She came into my life last Christmas Eve, when I followed my sister into the Milo Foundation, an animal rescue organization. She must have seen the "sucker" tattoo on my forhead, because the minute she saw me, she was out of her bed and head butting the cage door. By the time she reached her paw out of her cage to grab me, I was a goner. Talk about false advertising: I take her home thinking she will cuddle with me and be a lap cat, then she turns out to be a big dork (she plays soccer with her kibble). Of course, that only makes me like her more. To her, I am only the can opener.
Me? I knit. I teach. I craft. I write.