The one where I baked

The one where I baked


and baked and baked this weekend, a total of two pies (one raisin and one pecan) and something new, Cinnamon and Sugar Pull-Apart Bread, which is to die for.  I found the Pull-Apart Bread on the blog iheartfoodandsocanyou.blogspot.com via Pinterest.  This is going to be a repeater, I can tell.

 I’ve just been able to get started with Pinterest the past couple of days.   I like the idea of having a virtual bulletin board for things that resonate with me and I really enjoy seeing what others have going on.  I hope to be able to get more into it as time goes by.

I want to become more savvy with my blog so I bought a couple of books today Teach Yourself WordPress 3 in 10 minutes and The Complete Idiot’s Guide to WordPress.  I can only get better, I think.

Things turn out best for the people who make the best of the way things turn out.  John R. Wooden

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The one where I want to throw

The one where I want to throw


up.  The Bunny booties?  Yeah, well, last night I was tweaking the ears a little, I just wasn’t satisfied with the way I had sewn one on and in the process of trying to fix it, I cut a hole in the bootie.  A hole as in big enough to stick a finger through.  WTF?!  Now what?, start from scratch again with the same pattern or give up and pick a different one?  Really, at the moment my attitude is so bad that I don’t care if I never knit another bootie in this life.  Gah!!

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Problems are only opportunities in work clothes.  Henry J. Kaiser

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The one where I have a 100% authentic

The one where I have a 100% authentic


omgdidisaythatoutloud moment and for the record, yes, I did say it out loud.  Here’s a little backstory:  There’s this guy who works out in the same gym as I do and usually about the same time.  In the past few weeks, he’s started making this really odd noise, sort of a moan/singing/grunting sound and loud.  Loud as in I can hear him from across the room, over the other conversations and the TV and over my ipod blasting.  I’ve tried polite looks, more pointed looks and outright irritated stares, he’s oblivious.  So, he climbed on the treadmill next to me yesterday and out of my mouth popped “If you’re going to use that treadmill next to me, you’re going to have to keep your voice a little quieter.”  I can’t believe I really said that; I’d been thinking it, but crap, it just came out.  That was my OMG moment.  I immediately started apologizing profusely and did my best to laugh it off, saying I had no idea he was a singer, hahaha.  Open mouth, insert foot.  Off the chart embarrassment.  Please let him not be there today, pleasepleaseplease.

I’m nearly finished with the first of Mr. Iknead’s new pair of socks.  He’s anxiously awaiting but as mild a winter as Arkansas has had this year, he’s not going to need them.  It’s 8:49 pm and the temp is 66 degrees F. and stormy.

I’ve been working on Debbie Bliss’ Bunny Booties for the new baby due to arrive in March.  All that’s left to do is sew the ears on and embroider their faces.  Entirely too, too sweet.  I’ll get a picture up in the next week or so.

Here’s a new installation of Miss Susannah.  Pretty cute herself I think.062

One meets his destiny often in the road he takes to avoid it.  French proverb

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The one where she’s gotten

The one where she’s gotten


tickets to the March 1 Little Rock Jimmy Buffett concert!!!  This is a dream come true for me – I love Jimmy Buffett and have always promised myself that if he came anywhere close to LR, I’d treat myself to tickets and it’s finally happened; they went on sale Saturday at 10 a.m. and I AM SO EXCITED!  My kids wanted to go too, so I ended getting eight tickets all together.  You’re never too old to rock and roll!  Now if I could only get a pic of him holding my newest sock in progress, it could happen, you never know.

I had a request for the scone recipe from last week, so here it is:

CINNAMON RAISIN SCONES

2 cups all purpose flour

1/3 cup sugar

1 tablespoon baking powder

1 teaspoon cinnamon

1/4 teaspoon salt

1/2 cup butter or margarine

2/3 cup milk

1 beaten egg

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1 cup raisins

Heat oven to 400 degrees F.  Combine flour, sugar, baking powder, cinnamon and salt.  Using pastry blender or fork, cut in butter until mixture resembles coarse crumbs.  Combine milk, egg and vanilla.  Add to flour mixture; stir until dry ingredients are moistened.  Stir in raisins.

With floured hands, shape dough into an 8 inch round on an ungreased cookie sheet.  Sprinkle with additional sugar if desired.  Cut dough into 8 wedges, slightly separate wedges.  Bake at 400 degrees for 15 to 20 minutes.  Serve warm.

OK, something’s wonky with WordPress tonight so I’m stopping while I’m ahead.

How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.  Anne Frank

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The one about my FO

The one about my FO


Friday project.  Yes, I’m back and here it is:

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These are the HelloYarns Cable Twist Socks, done up in Shibui Sock, colorway Finch.  Thanks to Mr. Iknead for nice pictures with his fancy new camera.  I’ve never had yellow socks before.  Turned out nicely, I think.

Just cast on a pair for Mr. Iknead today, Nicole Okun’s Farrow Rib Socks, in Patons Kroy Sock FX, in Cadet colors.  I’ll try to prevail upon Mr. Iknead again to get pictures, shouldn’t been difficult, he loves his new camera.

Good, productive day today.  Cast on new sock project, made a meeting, visited my mom and tried my hand at making scones – cinnamon raisin to be exact.  I’ve wanted to try my hand at scones for a while and today, I found a recipe, printed it and made them.  They smell heavenly.  I really want to sample, but I’m trying to wait until I get a picture first.  I love it when a plan comes together!

No artist is ahead of his time.  He is his time.  It is just that the others are behind the time.  Martha Graham

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The one where it’s Sunday

The one where it’s Sunday


evening and I’m trying to get into the work week groove, getting my clothes for tomorrow ready along with my lunch, getting as much taken care of tonight as I can so that I have the minimum amount of stress and disorganization in the morning.  This plan works for me more times than not, but it does require some preplanning and sometimes, I just don’t want to acknowledge that tomorrow and work are going to happen, I don’t know, something about wanting the weekend to last forever.  Tonight, though, I’ve gotten my T’s crossed and my I’s dotted and there’ll be smooth sailing tomorrow morning.

I finished the socks in progress this afternoon.  Don’t know if I’ve mentioned them or not and am too lazy to go back and check, but the pattern is Cable Twist, a Ravelry freebie and I love them.  They worked up really quickly and easily, which in my case means little or no math involved and straightforward instructions.  Here’s a pic, oops, not so fast.  Mr Iknead informs me that yes indeed, he did take a photo but hasn’t downloaded it as of yet.  Next time.  To tide you over, here’s a current pic of the Papoose, modeling the latest in hair fashions.

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I’m apparently a tad rusty on the inserting pictures routine.  I’ll get better, I promise and as quick as I can, get the Cable Twist socks on board.

Have a heart that never hardens, a temper that never tires, a touch that never hurts.  Charles Dickens

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The one where another blogging New Year’s resolution

The one where another blogging New Year’s resolution


is made.  I’m not setting the bar quite so high this time, instead of blogging every day, I’m going to shoot for twice a week and really learn about how blogging works and why, instead of getting by with minimum knowledge like I have for the past year.  I’ve not made an entry since the middle of October (I had to go back and look), but things are more manageable now, with my mom settled in here in Little Rock and a new routine  established.  So, I’m ready for a new start.

Pictures tomorrow, I hope.

When I look back on all these worries, I remember the story of the old man who said onhis deathbed that he had had a lot of trouble in his life, most of which had never happened.  Sir Winston Churchill (1874-1965)

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