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Meridian

me•rid•i•an
adjective [ attrib. ]
relating to or situated at a meridian : the meridian moon.

poetic/literary of noon.
poetic/literary of the period of greatest splendor, vigor, etc.

noun

Presenting the Porpoise

While we’re talking of yarn and all things knitterly, it occurs to me that my coming out party for my recently completed Porpoise Wrap is well overdue.

So here it is, in all it’s glory, and accompanied by its sister, the Wallaby Wrap.

And I love it.

Gruntled

The last two days have been... decadent. That’s the word. Decadent.

I return from two days at Stitches West and I am a new human being. No, a restored human being. I am a dandelion soaking up the sunshine after a long rainy season.

Goal-Oriented

I’m in the throws of organizing my tax info, totaling up columns and hunting down receipts.

+ The government is going to give me money.
- I’m moderately disorganized.
+ My tax guy comes tomorrow to move along the process of the government giving me money.
- I’m still moderately disorganized.

Conversation with the Yarnling

Kids Luke’s age – which is three years old, as he’s apt to tell everybody within earshot – are fairly famous for discontinuous conversation nodes. You can be discussing lunch, a thirty-second silence ensues, and then he’s telling you about the elephant that wanted red pants and you’re struggling to catch up. Don’t bother trying to connect the dots from A to B, he’s already moved on to a monologue on lego architecture and he never looks back, darling. It distracts from the now.

Once in a Blue Moon

Ania informed me yesterday that tonight there will be a full moon, and not only a full moon, but a blue moon at that, and apparently we haven’t had a blue moon on New Year’s Eve for nineteen years. So there.

That means that we’re starting off the year halfway through the lunar cycle. And empirically speaking, I suppose that would be half-full, not half-empty. How optimistic of us.

I wonder how often the moon gets a blue earth. Somebody do the math. I suppose it depends on where you’re standing. Doesn’t everything?

Rush Order

Socks are done. I’m back to knitting for me. Remember the porpoise? Well, turns out that wallabies are indeed faster than porpoises, so if you ever find yourself betting on some strange Wonderland caucas race, put your money on the macropod. But didn’t she do a nice job?

The Great Christmas Sock Project of 2009

Last year, I learned to knit. In an effort to figure out this knitting thing and to clothe my family at the same time, I embarked upon The Great Christmas Scarf Project of 2008. I made scarves for the whole family. Lace scarves, cable scarves, drop stitch scarves, scarves of every shape and description. By the end, I felt like I had a pretty good handle on the basics.

Not a Creature was Stirring

December 21st 11:00 p.m.: