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I Fail Blocking
Happy Friday, people! In a rare moment of planetary alignment, this Friday actually comes with a FO! Behold my Leafy Green shawl. This represents the last of the stash yarn I acquired in Seattle three years ago, and the first time ever I have knitted through all the stash from a particular location. The pattern…
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Close the Door
In my case, it was actually the dentist. He got a treatise on Current Issues in Libraries and Information Science while we waited for my novacaine or whatever they give now to kick in. I feel like we’re almost even now. Almost.
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Winter Knits Come Inside
I refuse to freeze to death while organizing financial reports, so today I brought my stockings to work. They’re doing their job admirably, but my sweater isn’t.
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Getting Things Done
Edited to add: I nearly forgot the blocking story on the tank! Scroll down for more Today is a getting things done sort of day. Lots and lots of things. I was going to guilt trip myself about taking the day off until I realized that I have basically spent the entire day on cleaning,…
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Arcadia Doors and Lemon Trees
There are times when everything is betwixt and between. This is one of them. The weather can’t quite make up its mind: should it stay spring or morph into raging summer? My regular schedule fell by the wayside somewhere along the line, and I have no idea where to even begin trying to find. Even…
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Of Course this is Interview Prep
Thank you all for your lovely comments on Mousie’s story! I have been knitting along over here since then, but the blogging has been on the back burner as I prepare for an interview. I really dislike interviews. A lot. So let’s take a brain break and talk about something happy: finished objects. When I…
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Death Pollen
While the rest of the country gets snowed on, Phoenix is being blanketed in drifts of big yellow pollen from the mesquite trees. Sure, it looks pretty, but everyone is terribly allergic to it. I am terribly allergic to it: today my head feels like it’s going to explode, my throat is scratchy, and my…
Anti-Quotidian 