Bloated, Puffy, Yarn Endowed.

All you gals out there will know what I'm talkin about. Anyway, I've been trying to catch up on Olympic Knitting, but I really don't think I'll make the cut. I promised pictures of the gifts from my lovely pal, and here they are.

Out of the darkness they came, a light that could not be denied...

As the shadows receded, the began to show their true colours, and oh, how brilliant they were. Like little...yellow...jewels, gleaming on their pink paper lake...


Beware all ye who dare write poetry, for if ye do not use it, ye will lose it. There is two skeins of koigu KPPM, a really cute little tape measure, and some washed and dyed kid mohair locks. I want to make Sockbug's river rapid socks...if that's what they're called (brain hiccup), but the printer won't print. Thankyou Secret Pal, and I tell you, she did better than me on the secrecy. I sent my pal's gift overseas and the post office lady warned me if I didn't put my name on it there was a chance it wouldn't be allowed. Isn't the koigu pretty?


And on to the complaining part (don't tell me you didn't anticipate it, you all saw the title). Happiness has been fleeting lately. Usually arriving around noon from the hands of the mail lady. Sometimes you just hit a spot, and everything starts going wrong. Then you break up with your boyfriend, and come back begging like a blithering idiot 8 hours later because you cried the whole time and really couldn't imagine why you would do such a thing.

Then you realize that your olympic knitting is doomed, because your wrists developed sharp pains on the first day, so you didn't knit at all for TWO days, and you still have to finish packing to move to the next province by Sunday February 26 when you load the van. And you're trying to find a home for the bearded dragon, but no one will take him, and you're leaving in just over a week. And then you can't move because you have vicious cramps, and yet, you have to go out in -38. You try to make pullas yesterday, and realize you don't have flour, so you throw the wet mix down the drain. You buy flour, and more yeast, but this time the yeast won't activate. So you throw that down the drain, and you try once more, and behold...it finally works. But then your stomach rebels because of the horrible cramps and you get sick from eat them (and anything else).

So you drag yourself up the stairs reluctantly, camera in hand, to take pictures of the Lizard of D00m, hoping some one will give him a good home. And then you look up and see This :

Now THAT is some serious cuteness.

Baby did a Bad, Bad Thing.

I know I haven't posted for a while...but I'm posting now! (a certain person I know will recognize this as something he says regularily...). Anyway, remember, a few posts back, I admitted to you my weakness for browns, and lovely alpaca fleeces? the two came together in an unfortunate incident in which I was Accidentally sent a few samples of Fibre from an alpaca farm in California. When the package arrived my fingers slipped, and though I had meant to return it...as this must have been a mistake in addresses, the samples all jumped out of the bag and landed on my lap.

Okay, Okay, so maybe none of this was really an accident, but I'm trying to maintain credibility. The Alpaca farm was New Moon Alpacas. A word here about the lovely Alison who runs the joint. 1 - She has awesome fleeces. They are indescribeable in their awesomeness. Most of them are very dust free, and well skirted, which makes for more pleasant prep. 2 - She's just absolutely lovely, really helpful, and also, really funny. and last, but certainly not least...free shipping! at least to US and Canada as far as I know, International folks
should check in. So without further ado I give you Bartleby :

This fleece is so soft, and such a pretty light brown...and also, amazing crimp. His father is a Snowmass Alpaca which might explain it.
Next up we have Hannah. See Pandora there too? I covet her next fleece, but aparently a lot of people do, so names will be drawn from a hat (crosses her fingers).

Now, I know I'm supposed to be packing, and knitting on my Olympic shawl...but I think you will all agree that desperate times, call for desperate measures. In this case, "desperate measures" is combing and a little itty bit of laceweight...

I would highly reccomend Alison to anyone looking to purchase high quality fleeces. just as long as you don't get the ones I want. Next Up: Package from my secret Pal! (hint, it's absolutely lovely!)

StatCounter

So, there's this very nifty little Free program you can get for your blog, called StatCounter. This lets you view who came to your blog, their IP address...when and how long they came, how many times they come back, and a bunch of other cool stuff. By far, most people come from the states. I've had quite a few from my own province of Alberta, no one from BC, one or two from Eastern canada, and quite a few in Quebec. I've had someone come from Ankara, Turkey, someone from New Zealand, Italy, and Taipei. but I would really like to know, is who visits my blog from Estonia. Yes, I know you're here! Leave a comment if it suits you, as most knitters would love to have a friend in Estonia, considering all the wonderful knitterly stuff that comes out of there. In fact, anyone visiting from outside North America (and inside it too) is more than welcome to leave comments. After all, I created this blog to become more involved in the world of knitting and knitters. So all you lurkers out there, say hello!