sorry blog. I've been neglecting you.
I've been knitting a whole bunch. I scammed Kenneth into buying me a delicious skein of candy colored yarn and the right size needles to knit Edie some mittens, because baby it is cold up here in the NW! When she tried them on she made them talk like puppets. Then tore them off.
Why oh why did I start knitting? I coulda hadda book all rote by now, but all I got is a bunch of stuff made out of yarn. Silly stuff, that only knitters or friends or kids of knitters wear.
For that matter, why did I start reading the Sookie Stackhouse novels? Why did I start watching American Idol? Why oh why oh why am I trying to finish scrapbooking the first year of Edie's life when she's already plunging headlong into the second one?
Sorry blog. Sorry friends and family who read blog. Sorry Kendal. You have been writing stories in my head but my fingers took a vacation after finishing that orange kool-aid baby hat made with tiny needles. I didn't write it down!?
What happened here?
We had christmas and we had new years and we had a first birthday at the farm. We looked at the Space needle and we looked at EMP and we drove through Portland, very fast, so Kenneth could meet with store leaders about transferring. Emily kid learned about climbing stairs, and then she figured out throwing things down stairs.
Blocks...cackle cackle.
Shoes...cackle.
Water bottle...Hilarious!
Then we caught her in the kitchen, pulling a bottle of wine from the rack, presumably in order to throw it down the stairs as well. She must have gotten the idea when I spilled my wine glass all over Jill's carpet and my friend and ex-boss Lisa's back. Oh probably not. But I had to work it in there. Clumsy, yes. I haven't written in a month.
What the heck!?
There have been words, like I said. Words ran through my head and I thought I should corrall them in a holding pen, write them down somewhere, like here maybe, but then. Then again. What then?
Then somebody threw something down the stairs and giggled, and we all ran to see.
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Silly knitted items?
I have to say that I am quite happy and proud when people lust after my knitted items.
Who cares if you haven't finished a book? I think you might still have a few good years left in you. :)
your knitted items are splendid. my knitted items are splendid too. I'm just frustrated by the lack of income that knitting generates. not even a lack... a reversal of income. you could say outcome. at least you have a career in motion! i just have a bucketful of idle dreams and an out of date resume, so far. but we'll see what a few good years can bring.
you're BACK!!! I was just thinking last night how much i missed reading your writing and how much i want to read your books!!!! please make some! if not for fame and riches, then just for me. :) I just finished "Autobiography of a Face" by Lucy Grealy. It made me think of your future book. I can't wait to see what it is. :)
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