. . . to be charitable.
That’s obvious — just look at the Knitbloggers Knitting Basket total over there on the right! Wow! We are soooooo close to seven baskets!
Christina’s running it like the Mouse-a-thon — a raffle. So if you’ve got some spare yarn and spare time, knit up a hat or two for a worth cause. Don’t have a pattern? Christina’s got some links to free patterns on the Hat-a-thon page.
Edvard Munch, I Apologize
Yup, that’s an incredibly tacky blow-up statue of “The Scream” in the photo yesterday. How I got it is actually a sorta funny story.
Back in 1994 I was attending an Orioles game at Camden Yards. I got there early, walked around, then went to the bar on the first level for lovely beverages before heading up the escalator to my seats (front row of the upper deck directly behind home plate).
Whilst on the escalator almost to the top, the chain snapped and the escalator went backwards really really fast. I ended up in a pile of bodies at the bottom of the broken escalator.
I was carrying two gin & tonics and of course lost them both. The two guys in front of me had barbeque sandwiches (Boog’s Barbeque, for those of you in the know) so I ended up with barbeque sauce all over me.
I also had my own blood all over me, because my right knee was smashed and all the ligaments in my right ankle were torn. It was a very long time before I walked again.
But anyhow, one of my friends gave me the blow-up Scream statue, conjecturng that it closely resembled me after the accident, covered with barbeque sauce and mourning my lost gin & tonics.
Strangely enough, my boss has an identical statue. If she gets really stressed, she closes her office door and puts the statue outside, as a warning to all. Since I’ve worked here, I’ve only seen the statue appear twice.
And Mary, yes, that is a little pig peeping over the rim of the cachepot. Isn’t he cute? My aunt gave me the cachepot, complete with porcine embellishment, for Christmas years ago.
A Ruling on the Yarn Diet
Sandy asked for a clarification of the rules:
Um…does yarn for presents count, if you really don’t have any of the kind the pattern requires (such as Noro Kureyon, for instance)?
And what about fiber? We all need fiber in our diets too, right? I’ve got two pounds of Brown Sheep leftover tails coming in the mail and I’m hoping not to feel as guilty as if it was two pounds of yarn.
My opinion is that yarn for presents does not count. If you need yarn to do something noble and selfless for another, then you purchase that yarn while on a yarn diet.
Fiber? Hmmmm, I’d need a judges ruling on this but I think buying fiber is a crime against yarn diet.
Look what I got in the mail from Karen yesterday!
It’s Reindeer Spongebob! Oooooooh!
He looks funny because he still has the plastic wrap over his eyes.
No Amphora update photo because I got home late last night and little quality knitting time. So instead:
Here’s my latest Booga Bag in progress:
Looks like my last bag in color 89, eh?
And of course . . .
The obligatory Lucy pic! I give you . . . Lucy dining.
Note to Elizabeth:
I used to tell people that Bruce wrote “Born to Run” for me. The more gullible sometimes believed it.