A Fistful of Stitches

wicked

is anyone else besides me feeling really really sensitive this week?

new mantra

I think I've come up with a new mantra/life theme/mission statement. Completely by default, I just keep finding myself saying it in relation to lots of different aspects of life (certain knitting patterns or the wearing of pants, for example).

Just because you can, doesn't mean you should.

The thing I'm focusing on, of course, is myself - trying not to be some bitchy, snarky, judgey lameass making snide comments on the lifechoices of others (not that I'm above that, mind you, this is a goal).

Nonetheless, I think I've found myself saying this quote at least once a day for the past week. And it has most certainly passed my lips many a time in the past. So, at least for now, this shall guide me. Life provides us with so many choices. Anything that can help me whittle it down is welcome.

Meanwhile, I have been sorely aware of lack of knitting posts. So yesterday I laid out Dusty on the floor of my studio so I can take a shot. This is queue project number one right now, and when you see how flippin big it is you'll know why knitting progress posts have been few and far between. Check it:

granted, not the greatest picture ever taken. can you even tell how big it is? here's another shot, on my lap with my feet for perspective:

Yeah, yo. Like, it's totally huge.

I also have about a million cute doggie shots that I'm going to save for later. They deserve their own post. Maybe. But first I must decide: just because I can, does it mean I should?

(answer: cute pictures of the pups? yes indeedy!)

the day

Went to bed late after a jam-packed Friday night full of fun (three hour dinner with one Lisa, game night with another Lisa). Was awoken at an ungodly hour by Frank who needs to be accompanied to the back yard for his morning pees (we have a dog door, it's open, but he still needs someone to go downstairs and keep him company. he will yip and yip until someone gets up to 'take him out' even though he can go out on his own. yes, it's annoying.)

So - even before 8am this morning I was ready for a nap (sayin' something, since I'm not a napper). So I've been whittling away the past couple of hours waiting to wake up and not having much luck. So far I've:

- come to the conclusion, again, that I really suck at Scrabble. Folks who know me are surprised by this (as am I, frankly, I'm such a word geek it seems like I *should* be really kickass). But no, I am the world's biggest Scrabble lame-o. Lucky for me my love of playing games trumps my need to win.

- thought my house smells stale. thought about all the cleaning that should be happening. kept sitting here, not doing anything about it.

- continued to be obsessed with Flickr Wardrobe ReMix. Apologies to all my Flickr friends who are by now doubtless fully sick of seeing pictures of me in different outfits.

- made a mental list of things I wanted to do but wasn't doing so I could post about it. and apparently now that I'm posting my brain isn't working to the point where I can't even remember the list of stuff I was thinking/doing 10 minutes ago. Yowzer!

Frozen

very cool.

Frozen in Grand Central Station

we are family

we are family
Originally uploaded by afistfulofstitches

me and baby brother. gonna have a good time.