Thursday, March 30, 2006

Bootie Call 2

Lookie lookie:


Yo. My first uploaded photos. The booties.

More to come. This photo-uploading thing is frighteningly easy.

Baby steps

This last weekend, I was in a hotel room by myself for a night. Woulda been two nights, except Darling Daughter showed up on the second night, collapsed into the other bed and asked, "Can you turn off your light?"

It was a volleyball tournament out of town, a bunch of 15-year-old girls in a hotel ... yes, drama did ensue. But I did get ONE night by myself in a room, and you know what I did? I did not work. I watched the last half of My Best Friend's Wedding , went to bed whenever I damn well pleased, woke up whenever I damn well pleased (6:13 a.m.) (hesh up!), went down to the lobby and got myself two cups of 24-hour-complimentary coffee (yum!) and sat my butt down and learned how to use my lovely, complex digi-cam my dad gave me a couple years ago.

Mind you, this means I learned how to take pictures with it ... sort of. This does not mean I have yet learned how to post them. But they do now reside in my laptop, which is in the clutches of my newly-13-y-o boy.

All of this is to say that before too long I will be able to post pix, and part of the point of this blog will have been conquered. Somewhat. Part of the nature of the beast is that I'll be learninglearninglearning, so perhaps the more accurate thing to say would be this: I'm on my way. Look for some color, soon. Because color is a really, really, really important part of what I'm about, here.

I have a feeling I may be inflicting some gardening on readers as well, so look out. All you folks out there in the vacuum. Seeing as I've told exactly one (or two, maybe? See how organized I am?) folks that I even have a blog.

TK: Herself ... Hippo Doggie, soon to undergo plastic surgery, but not without appropriate documentation ....

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Bootie Call

Proudest knitting moment so far: (it's been so long since I posted that I don't even know if I'm being redundant or not) I made booties. Not only did I make booties, but I made my own pattern. I had a bootie emergency, and I couldn't find a pattern I liked in time to make said booties, so I wild-guessed it and loosely based my pattern on Bev Galeskas' felted clogs pattern, down to newborn scale (but who remembers how small newborns actually are?) with extra rounds on the uppers and then a ribbed cuff. Turquoise soles and cuff, chartreuse uppers.

I am now the kind of knitter who can figure out her own pattern. I'm so happy to be able to say that.

Note: This does not mean that I can actually replicate this pattern. I'll try, at some point, but I don't know when. Not just due to the time issue -- I made an honest effort to record what I was doing (CO 19, K19, K1, M1, Kwhatever...), but the number of stitches dictated by what I wrote down never matched what actually transpired on the needles. There was also some asymmetry going on. So. You know.

But I did take a picture of them with my DIGITAL camera, after learning how to delete things off of a full memory card ... progress. One day I'll post it. Postus vomitus in the offing.

Meanwhile, I've been reminded that I promised to return MY computer to that boy from whom I wrested it.

Gnight.