a. defying imitation.- inim’itably adv. [imitate]

Damn straight!

I’d like to make a public announcement. I know that by doing this I am putting myself out there for ridicule, shame and embarassment, locusts, vermin and boils. But I don’t care. I am

Officially Obsessed With Knitting

I think I came to the realization today when my mom told me she was going to Plattsburgh on Friday and I asked her to bring me back yarn. I might even have specified “sock” yarn. I swear that last year I didn’t know such a thing existed, and now it’s all I can do to tear myself away from the bright or detailed colors. The lure of using said yarn to make a really cool pair of mittens is so strong that I have to actually stroke some skeins I already own to remind myself that there are other really cool things I could knit first (that don’t require spending more money).

Isn’t it amazing that some people actually take to knitting to save money? You just know that somewhere out there a young (or old) woman (or man) turned to her (or his) husband (or wife…or husband…or goat) and said “You know what honey? I’m not going to pay rediculous department store prices for sweaters any more! And look how much the Gap is charging for a simple striped scarf- craziness! I’m going to learn how to knit and I’ll save us money by making my own stuff!”. And somewhere up in the heavens above the Knitting Goddess looked down and smiled benevolently and folded her hands lovingly in her lap and thought “Gotcha!” (You just know she turned to the nearest God or Goddess, rubbed her hands together with glee and gloated about getting “another one”)

In time, of course, that new young (or old) knitter will look around what was once a house (and is now redubbed the Yarn Storage Facility) and at her (or his) husband (or wife…or husband…or goat) (who is now redubbed the Skein Holder or the Person Who Must Not Answer The Door When The Postman Brings Yet Another Package of Yarn or Related Books) and will go on the internet (which is now redubbed the Excellent Source of All Things Knitty) and post a warning to the next young (or old) soul to begin knitting to save money.

Consider yourself warned.

(swa-nyâ) soignée (fem.) a. extremely well-groomed. [F]

Um…not at the moment since I’m about to jump into the shower, but let’s pretend shall we? Just imagine I’m sitting here, feet all toasty in a hand knit pair of socks, legs warm in the knitted sweatpants I will make (just got the pattern, yippee!), wrapped up in my landscape cardigan designed by DKNY, and even a knitted scrunchie in my hair. Yep, I’m soigné all right. Let’s go with that.

Note to all who might end up in Sainte-Anne-de-Belleview at any point in their lives: eat at Le Surcouf. Absolutely EXCELLENT French restaurant in a charming little home. It doesn’t hurt to make reservations, even during the week. And not too pricey at all. Be warned though, a meal there lasts at least 2.5 hours. Seriously.

Yannick took me there last night for our anniversary. I’d like to say I was soigné last night, but honestly? I went straight from work. Correction- I went straight from work to Bureau en Gros to have his gift bound, and then straight home to jump into his car and head off to the restaurant. I was a little un-soigné. Wanna get jealous? Listen to this yummy meal: he had a Heineken, croustade d’escargots (snails on a phillo bed with leeks), special du chef (chef’s special, in this case wapiti (elk) with a bitter chocolate sauce) and assiette du fromage (cheese plate, which we shared). I had an amaretto sour, soupe du jour (soup of the day, cream of tomato, zucchini and basil), carré d’agneau au jus (rack of lamb in its own juices) and i don’t remember the French name (cold prailine cake, which we shared). It was fantastic! (Oh, in case you’re wondering why we didn’t have any anniversary wine, well, I didn’t want to fall asleep during the meal.)

He also gave me a really sweet anniversary gift. I won’t get into it here, but let’s just say it involves him knitting. :]

(-a-) n. ludicrous descent from the elevated to the mean in writing or speech. [G. bathys, deep, sphaira, sphere]

I couldn’t resist sharing a link to this adorable set of bedsheets:

How cute is this?!? I think I want it. Do they make them for waterbeds? Hmmm…

Oh, and it’s not mean. Ludicrous maybe, but not mean. 🙂

(-a-) n. ludicrous descent from the elevated to the mean in writing or speech. [G. bathys, deep, sphaira, sphere]

I couldn’t resist sharing a link to this adorable set of bedsheets:

How cute is this?!? I think I want it. Do they make them for waterbeds? Hmmm…

Oh, and it’s not mean. Ludicrous maybe, but not mean. 🙂

(-a-) n. ludicrous descent from the elevated to the mean in writing or speech. [G. bathys, deep, sphaira, sphere]

I couldn’t resist sharing a link to this adorable set of bedsheets:

How cute is this?!? I think I want it. Do they make them for waterbeds? Hmmm…

Oh, and it’s not mean. Ludicrous maybe, but not mean. 🙂

(-a-) n. ludicrous descent from the elevated to the mean in writing or speech. [G. bathys, deep, sphaira, sphere]

I couldn’t resist sharing a link to this adorable set of bedsheets:

How cute is this?!? I think I want it. Do they make them for waterbeds? Hmmm…

Oh, and it’s not mean. Ludicrous maybe, but not mean. 🙂

(o-) a. that is the one specimen.- adv. soley, merely, exclusively. –conj. but, excepting that [OE. anlic, one like]

(today’s word chosen by Yannick)

It was 6 years and 1 month ago that a wee little bumble bee flitted around her little world, merrily minding her own buzz-ness. Then Billy Idol walked into her life and she thought “Damn, I’d wear my sunglasses at night for him!” He, too, was smitten, and once out of their Hallowe’en costumes they still found their secret identities of Yannick and Jennifer appealing. One month later, on December 1st 1998, they were officially an item.

I guess today’s word is apropos, ‘cus I can really look back and says “It’s only been 6 years?” It feels like so few, and yet a veeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrry long time, all at once. It hasn’t always been easy crafting for this guy. There was the knitted sweater, supposed to be my first gift to him. I narrowly avoided the Sweater Curse by getting fed up after doing half of the back. Apparently there is no Crochet Sweater Curse, ‘cus we’re still here. Now the proud recipient of a sweater (begun in 1999, taken apart and restarted more than once but finally completed in 2004), a pair of socks (one of which is still otn), and a bed cover (which my mother may or may not still be in the process of ripping back. A 6′ x 10’ blanket is NOT A GOOD THING) plus many other gifts that aren’t fiber-related, he’s just agreed to attempt to learn to knit so he can make me something in return. That’s love.

Happy Anniversary Angel.

p.s. I’m aware I didn’t post yesterday. I have my reasons.

(o-) a. that is the one specimen.- adv. soley, merely, exclusively. –conj. but, excepting that [OE. anlic, one like]

(today’s word chosen by Yannick)

It was 6 years and 1 month ago that a wee little bumble bee flitted around her little world, merrily minding her own buzz-ness. Then Billy Idol walked into her life and she thought “Damn, I’d wear my sunglasses at night for him!” He, too, was smitten, and once out of their Hallowe’en costumes they still found their secret identities of Yannick and Jennifer appealing. One month later, on December 1st 1998, they were officially an item.

I guess today’s word is apropos, ‘cus I can really look back and says “It’s only been 6 years?” It feels like so few, and yet a veeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrry long time, all at once. It hasn’t always been easy crafting for this guy. There was the knitted sweater, supposed to be my first gift to him. I narrowly avoided the Sweater Curse by getting fed up after doing half of the back. Apparently there is no Crochet Sweater Curse, ‘cus we’re still here. Now the proud recipient of a sweater (begun in 1999, taken apart and restarted more than once but finally completed in 2004), a pair of socks (one of which is still otn), and a bed cover (which my mother may or may not still be in the process of ripping back. A 6′ x 10’ blanket is NOT A GOOD THING) plus many other gifts that aren’t fiber-related, he’s just agreed to attempt to learn to knit so he can make me something in return. That’s love.

Happy Anniversary Angel.

p.s. I’m aware I didn’t post yesterday. I have my reasons.

(o-) a. that is the one specimen.- adv. soley, merely, exclusively. –conj. but, excepting that [OE. anlic, one like]

(today’s word chosen by Yannick)

It was 6 years and 1 month ago that a wee little bumble bee flitted around her little world, merrily minding her own buzz-ness. Then Billy Idol walked into her life and she thought “Damn, I’d wear my sunglasses at night for him!” He, too, was smitten, and once out of their Hallowe’en costumes they still found their secret identities of Yannick and Jennifer appealing. One month later, on December 1st 1998, they were officially an item.

I guess today’s word is apropos, ‘cus I can really look back and says “It’s only been 6 years?” It feels like so few, and yet a veeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrry long time, all at once. It hasn’t always been easy crafting for this guy. There was the knitted sweater, supposed to be my first gift to him. I narrowly avoided the Sweater Curse by getting fed up after doing half of the back. Apparently there is no Crochet Sweater Curse, ‘cus we’re still here. Now the proud recipient of a sweater (begun in 1999, taken apart and restarted more than once but finally completed in 2004), a pair of socks (one of which is still otn), and a bed cover (which my mother may or may not still be in the process of ripping back. A 6′ x 10’ blanket is NOT A GOOD THING) plus many other gifts that aren’t fiber-related, he’s just agreed to attempt to learn to knit so he can make me something in return. That’s love.

Happy Anniversary Angel.

p.s. I’m aware I didn’t post yesterday. I have my reasons.

(o-) a. that is the one specimen.- adv. soley, merely, exclusively. –conj. but, excepting that [OE. anlic, one like]

(today’s word chosen by Yannick)

It was 6 years and 1 month ago that a wee little bumble bee flitted around her little world, merrily minding her own buzz-ness. Then Billy Idol walked into her life and she thought “Damn, I’d wear my sunglasses at night for him!” He, too, was smitten, and once out of their Hallowe’en costumes they still found their secret identities of Yannick and Jennifer appealing. One month later, on December 1st 1998, they were officially an item.

I guess today’s word is apropos, ‘cus I can really look back and says “It’s only been 6 years?” It feels like so few, and yet a veeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrry long time, all at once. It hasn’t always been easy crafting for this guy. There was the knitted sweater, supposed to be my first gift to him. I narrowly avoided the Sweater Curse by getting fed up after doing half of the back. Apparently there is no Crochet Sweater Curse, ‘cus we’re still here. Now the proud recipient of a sweater (begun in 1999, taken apart and restarted more than once but finally completed in 2004), a pair of socks (one of which is still otn), and a bed cover (which my mother may or may not still be in the process of ripping back. A 6′ x 10’ blanket is NOT A GOOD THING) plus many other gifts that aren’t fiber-related, he’s just agreed to attempt to learn to knit so he can make me something in return. That’s love.

Happy Anniversary Angel.

p.s. I’m aware I didn’t post yesterday. I have my reasons.