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calling all knitters and crocheters :: updated dates

hokie healing

Mosaic Yarn Shop in Blacksburg, VA is collecting 8 x 8 inch squares to assemble into blankets for the families of the fallen Hokies. The squares can be knitted or crocheted in maroon, burnt orange, white or black out of the nicest, softest yarn you can afford.

I am going to coordinate a shipment of squares at the end of May for anyone locally who wants to contribute. You can drop squares off to me at the following events:

  • Saturday, May 19th at the Omaha Public Library from 11 am – 2 pm: I can’t make this event, but Christy will be collecting squares for me.
  • Wednesday, May 16th and 23rd Barnes & Noble South Pointe Pavillion 7-9 pm.

If you can’t make one of those events, let me know in the comments and we’ll make other drop off plans. I’ll be posting reminders throughout the month of May. Let’s make sure the Hokie Nation knows that they are in our thoughts!

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knitting to do: lulu doll

When people ask me what M needs these days, my first answer is always, “No more stuffed animals or dolls!” However, I’m her mom, and I haven’t really bought her much of anything, so the rule doesn’t apply to me. Yesterday I had to buy some yarn from Knit Picks to finish a project that is on the needles and I was below the minimum for free shipping. I decided to get the yarn I need to make Lulu. I’ve been planning to knit her for awhile, but I really needed a reason to spend the money. Running out of yarn for my current project was just the gentle push I needed. I also bought replacement size six needles for the ones I lost a few months ago. I predict I will find those little buggers in the next few days.

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i like to blog

Do you ever come away from a conversation and hours later think, “I wish I had said that.” I had one of those moments the other night and it won’t stop echoing in my head so I’m just going to post it.

I was talking about blogs with some folks and was caught off guard by some of their comments. “Putting your personal information on the Internet for all to read is just stupid.” “If you want to keep in touch with family, just send an email.” Actually, I think I was more caught off guard by the tone of the words and not the words so much. I hear the words a lot. I never have heard such a tone, though. It was, to me, a little hostile. (I want to emphasize to me because I think I reacted probably more personally than I should have.)

So, the tone made me a little defensive and I started explaining all the reasons why I blog and how it’s easier than email and that I really don’t share that much personal information on the internet (relatively speaking) and blah blah blah. Then I got home and had some time to reflect on the conversation. Here’s what I discovered:

I like writing entries and posting pictures. I like that readers can interact with me and each other in the comments. I like going back and reading entries from a year ago and looking at pictures of our move out to Nebraska. I like to hear that M’s grandparents are watching her videos over and over and over again. (I do that, too!) I like that I am able to stay in touch with family, friends, colleagues from previous jobs, and yes, people I’ve met online that I’ve never met in person.

Then I realized what I should have said, and wished I would have said.

Because I enjoy it.

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another late night post

The house is quiet. T went to bed early and M was already asleep when I got home from knitting group. I stayed up and watched my DVR’d episodes of Knitty Gritty. It’s the new season and there’s a new episode every day. I was already three episodes behind! After finishing the third episode, I have to say that I’m totally in love with Cookie A.’s socks. They are probably too advanced for me, but Wow! they are beautiful. Now I’m going through the archives on knitty.com to check them all out. I think once I get some of my current projects finished up, I am going to pick a pattern to try. They’re all so fabulous. It will be hard to decide which one to knit first.