A Sheep In Sheep's Clothing

Love the name of this pattern--Sheep In Sheep's Clothing. Love this pattern. It's fast, free, and highly customizable. I've had this (and most of Frankie Brown's designs) in my Ravelry queue for a while. I decided it would be a super cute Christmas ornament for the swap. It just needs a Santa coat instead of a sweater.

The ornament, like most of Frankie's patterns, is knit flat and then seamed. I don't know about you, but I go very fast when I'm knitting flat. And, for something this small, I don't mind stitching it up so much. Espedially if I stitch it up correctly the first time.

Do you see anything wrong with this? How about the fact that I've sewn both of the back legs into one mega-leg?

Rrrrr. I hate to make the really stupid mistakes. I mean, there may be sheep like that in the world, but my vision for this ornament is a sheep with 4 legs, not 3. So here's what the naked sheep looks like when made properly.

The coat is the same as the one in the pattern, I just did it in red and white. I think I might make one of these for myself. It's really cute!

I'm Sick

One thing about T: He is nothing if not generous. Shares everything with me. Everything. Like this cold. He gave it to me, barely used. Really, he had it for only a day, so it was like new when he gave it to me.

What's great about this (if you like being sick) is that, I'm pretty sure it's not just a cold. I'm pretty sure it's full-blown bronchitis, which I have not really had since I quit smoking almost 30 years ago. Fark me, I can't breath without launching into a coughing fit. And the coughing has given me such a headache I can't do anything else.

I think I will have to break down and take something for this. And that's never good for me.

The Robot Revolution Has Begun!

They built a new WalMart in town, really close to my neighborhood. (There goes the neighborhood, right? As if you can't get any more redneck than Central Indiana, anyway!) Today was the grand opening. They had a robot greeter.

Of course, I had to go. I love robots. And I have a love/hate relationship with WalMart.

Seriously. Where else can you get cake mix, spray paint, bed sheets, petunias, patio furniture, underwear, and a hunting knife, all in the same building? I didn't buy those things, by the way, but I could have if I'd wanted to. I think everything you would need to restart civilization in the aftermath of a holocaust could be found in WalMart.

But, you'd be at WalMart. The place where the rules of dressing don't apply. Hey, if you are 40 years old, you can't wear a child's Spider-Man costume as clothing. (Actually, the age limit is probably much less than that, so don't try to get by on a technicality.) Likewise, those Daisy Dukes are probably meant for a much younger woman, granny.

There are other things that piss me off about WalMart, but that is a story for another day. Today was all about the robot.

Sharing Is Caring

Since I've been away for a while, I thought I'd share some of what's been happening over the last month. The big event, of course, was R's wedding. Check it out:

They're very cute, right?

It was an outdoor wedding, with perfect weather. I cried like a baby. A big, fabulously dressed baby who cried every time my son looked at me. But, you know. Emotions. And then, when I got it under control, it was time for the mother/son dance. And Ry had picked out the song I used to sing to him when he was a baby!

Robot. Heart. Melting.

Seriously. Why am I so emotional now? I used to be hard. As hard as the rock in that old rock 'n' roll. (Oh, wait. That might be another song. Hm.) Maybe that's what happens when you are a mom and your kid gets married? Here's a pic of my mom at my wedding.

On a side note, look at my dad checking out my mom's butt as she walks. What a perv.

The wedding went wonderfully (aside from that one crazy redhead bawling her eyes out) and luckily, I didn't drop the sand in the sand ceremony, like I did at rehearsal. I'm pretty sure that would not have been as funny as it was at rehearsal, when--out of embarassment at dropping my jar--I yelled "Ta-dah!".

That's me in the blue dress, not dropping the sand.

Here's a really good shot of M and her boy, plus T's mom and dad behind them.

And my bro and his family came down for the wedding, so that was really nice. Here's R before the wedding, with the Fabulous Miss A.

Miss A and I spent some quality time together, with me teaching her to knit. She did a good job with it. I'm hoping she continues.

More stuff tomorrow. I've got plenty to catch you up on!

Oh Why Do You Still Love Me?

Why is this cat sad?

Probably because I have not written in my blog for such a long time.

Gentle Readers, forgive me. I am the worst blogger on the face of the planet, I'm pretty sure. Have I really neglected you for a month?

I suck. I mean, really. Why do you still love me?

I don't even know what to say. I mean, I could tell you that I have really been struggling this year with a lot of stuff. I had a few months of depression when I just felt like I didn't even have anything to say. And then things got better, but it seems like I was just playing catch up. And there were some pretty major events going on. Like R's wedding.

Oh yeah, and M got engaged, too.

Those are both good things. Also, I started teaching craft classes this month at a local store. Knit, crochet, arm knitting. And I started taking some online courses. Nothing serious. You know. I'm done with school. But I do like to learn. And I worry about eventually losing my mind like my dad did. I'm getting older, right? Have to be concerned with things like that. I want to keep my wits sharp.

I'm currently taking Rise of the Superhero and their Impact on Pop Culture. Once this is done, I might take a lit course focussing on Pride and Prejudice.

But don't worry. I won't neglect you any more.