No knittags this week but I did create a jellyfish! Which will stay in the state of Washington... in an undisclosed location.
Hazzah!
Hazzah!
Purls and jellies,
-A.Stitch
-A.Stitch
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Doffah finds a home in Oly
I'm in Olympia, Washington visiting my sister-for the second time in two weeks- after having a very...unsettling train experience. Silly frozen weather shut down Amtrak from Eugene to Canada. Although, I should be thankful that Amtrak decided not to cancel the Starlight-yet- otherwise I wouldn't have gotten any farther then Salem. That said, I only got as far as Portland on the train before I caught a glimpse of an opportunity to escape on inevitable insanity-so logically, I tried to escape-with success. Fives hours-for a one hour trip distance was just too much-I was done. Although driving on I-5 at night on compressed snow and ice with a California driver wasn't really any more calming then the train, but all long as there weren't cars directly around us it was...quite amusing.
Anywho, I was here about a week ago and with me had a knittag, Doffah, I wasn't too fond of. It was more of just a killing-my-anxiety project-more so than usual. After my sister expressed her feelings toward Doffah, I figured it was fitting to cast off and to leave her here in Olympia-where she could have a happy home, protecting possibly a tree lacking some girth to protect itself from the chilly weather.
I was in a bit of a hurry to find a good tree on her property-of which they were not lacking variety. Ehem, having a small devious side, my body begin to unwillingly gravitate toward the neighbors property. The neighbors don't realize this compelling small patch of trees I had my eyes on actually belongs to them....but I was aware of such information. And I suppose I was feeling a little awkward about placing a knittag in a completely welcomed area and decided it was just too unsettling for me. After an accelerated-yet keen-debate with myself I knew I found my tree; skinny, cold, and surrounded by other leafless eyes jealous of the relatively tiny sweater about to have a semi-permanent place in this world.
...and just in the Nick-of-Time. The snow is so deep here I can hide myself in it..uhh...not that that's hard since I'm so short and whatnot.
Thanks to Toby, and the series of events that occurred, Doffah now has a place she can call home.
Following are the before and after shots. Just think what might have happened to this poor tree if Doffah hadn't been there to protect if from the approaching storms.
Before all the coldness:
After all the snow, icy, wetness began:
Anywho, I was here about a week ago and with me had a knittag, Doffah, I wasn't too fond of. It was more of just a killing-my-anxiety project-more so than usual. After my sister expressed her feelings toward Doffah, I figured it was fitting to cast off and to leave her here in Olympia-where she could have a happy home, protecting possibly a tree lacking some girth to protect itself from the chilly weather.
I was in a bit of a hurry to find a good tree on her property-of which they were not lacking variety. Ehem, having a small devious side, my body begin to unwillingly gravitate toward the neighbors property. The neighbors don't realize this compelling small patch of trees I had my eyes on actually belongs to them....but I was aware of such information. And I suppose I was feeling a little awkward about placing a knittag in a completely welcomed area and decided it was just too unsettling for me. After an accelerated-yet keen-debate with myself I knew I found my tree; skinny, cold, and surrounded by other leafless eyes jealous of the relatively tiny sweater about to have a semi-permanent place in this world.
...and just in the Nick-of-Time. The snow is so deep here I can hide myself in it..uhh...not that that's hard since I'm so short and whatnot.
Thanks to Toby, and the series of events that occurred, Doffah now has a place she can call home.
Following are the before and after shots. Just think what might have happened to this poor tree if Doffah hadn't been there to protect if from the approaching storms.
Before all the coldness:
After all the snow, icy, wetness began:
Success among the icicles and knitcicles,
A. Stitch
A. Stitch
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