We had a quiet Mother's Day. My best present of all was getting to take a nap in the afternoon. And Indian food for dinner. (I'm a cheap date.)
Happy Mother's Day to my mom, the inimitable Shirley:
She doesn't read my blog, having uneven internet access, and she would be appalled -- appalled, I tell you -- that I have such a filthy mouth (and yes, I do kiss her with it), but I would be remiss in not wishing her a happy Mother's Day and telling the world what a kick-ass mom she was and is! Thanks, Mom.
And I'm sorry for everything I did from about age 13 through 23.
We have a winner!
Whilst all the maternal merriment was going on, lo and behold, Courtney of Flagstaff, AZ, bought the one-hundredth item on Black Bunny Fibers. It was this lovely skein, called "Nosegay," which I assure you is even prettier in real life (and last time I checked, there was one of it left on the Etsy shop).
I thank all of you for your support and I thank Courtney, too. She has opted for a skein of sock yarn and informed me of her preferred colors, so we'll see what comes out of the dyepot with her name on it.
In the meantime, this
came out of the dyepot for Dave, of Cabin Cove. I now can reveal that I was his Dye-O-Rama dyeing partner, and since I don't think he reads my blog, I'm probably not spoiling the surprise, although I'm sure he'll get his envelope today or tomorrow. It's sportweight Blue-Faced Leicester in olives and gold (as per his request), along with a catnip mouse for his diva of a kitty.
I've been teasing him a little by sending anonymous emails, and I even sent him a teeny snippet of a JPEG of the finished yarn. His response? "Is this your first time dyeing?"
I love the way you all keep me humble.
Book Review: Vogue On-The-Go Shawls
As my regular readers may remember, I have an ambivalent attitude toward Vogue's On-The-Go Knitting series. While I love the size of the books, the affordability, and the fact that they are each devoted to a single genre, I've found the quality of the patterns to be uneven. A recent installment, Shawls, is no exception.
The good: The cover shawl is wonderful: it uses the self-striping aspect of Noro yarns to great effect, and includes an interesting vertical cable detail.
The bad: If you thought it was the same old deja vu all over again, you're aren't imagining things. C'mon, Trish, we do notice when you recycle old designs. Pam Allen's Dragonfly Shawl appears in Vogue On-The-Go Scarves, as does Shirley Paden's gorgeous Rose Lace Stole. Meg Swansen's lovely Shetland Lace Shawl appeared in Vogue Knitting's Fall 2005 issue (pattern 18). I bet you, clever readers, can spot any that I missed. This much recycling is shameful considering how many talented, eager young designers there are out there -- not to mention talented, established designers.
This abomination from Amy Bahrt (sorry, Amy),
that looks like a flock of rabid, mammary-obsessed sheep are attacking the unfortunate model's tits. No self-respecting sheep would be caught dead on a garment like this (am I right, Dolores?) and certainly no self-respecting woman would be caught dead wearing it. I mean, I'm all for whimsy, but this steps way over the line.
Have Fart Jokes Gone Mainstream?
Especially for Lisa McN, I bring you this delightful advertisement, for baked beans.
Am I alone in thinking that emphasizing the flatus-producing quality of one's product is maybe not the best public relations strategy? Imagine the P.R. firm's pitch: "No, no, let's own it! Why, beans are the musical fruit!"
Hope your Monday isn't stinky.