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Monday, December 05, 2005

Fierce Lions and Shakey Barnes

Saturday night I went with my parents to a dance recital at the college where my dad teaches. I cast on while the lights were still up, and while watching the show, I knit this for Dulaan. It's a simple hat - no pattern, just 64 stitches of doubled Paton's Merino in 2x2 ribbing. I have more of the burgandy left than the taupey color, so I'll switch to two strands of the burgandy for the rest of the hat, and for some reason I think it needs a pom-pon, so it might look a little odd, but eh.

This particular section was knit while Jamile McGee was on stage. (He's an alum of the college) What can I say? The guy thinks he can dance, and in fact he can dance... and he's pretty easy on the eyes to boot.

Oh. I mean, um. Only God makes things perfect so I threw those mistakes in there where I got all off kilter on my ribbing so I wouldn't appear pompous.

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Lanea and Rachel (who has no blog but I think she's a pretty rockin' chick anyway) have started a Poetry Eating group. For a long while I thought "that's a great idea, but I just don't have time for that". And to be honest, that hasn't changed at all. That IS a great idea, and I DON'T have time for that, but I really was fascinated by the choice and I had this gift card for Barnes and Noble that just so happened to cover exactly the cost of the book and shipping, while leaving me three whole pennies to spend on anything I wanted. So I ordered it.

It arrived today.

Here's the order form, proving I'm not a stark raving idiot (or at least not for this reason)

and here's the book, proving that either my Irish is even shakier than my Scottish Gaelic, or I'm extremely fluent in Irish without even knowing it and the book isn't about anything like what Lanea thinks they are.

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And while I was sitting giggling over that, everyone's favorite lion went on the prowl. Many of you have heard me describe Aslan's temperment, which I immodestly think is strikingly similar to my own. Aslan does not explore. He is happiest in his own home, without need for worldly adventures. But whatever you throw at Aslan, he will conquer. He takes any stress you could give a little guy and comes through it with flying colors, but he doesn't go out looking for it.

Except, see, balloons are so pretty. And they have these nice ribbons that you can chew, and c'mon, don't you want to play with them?


5 Comments:

Blogger Karen said...

Aslan is so stately looking in the the top photo. I'll be thinking of him when we see The Movie this weekend.

7:48 AM  
Blogger Rachel said...

Hmm....gives new meaning to the term "found poem." "Ode to the Cell Phone," perhaps?

12:10 PM  
Blogger erica said...

Amie, I've just been catching up on your blog, been a bit out of the reading lines lately. A very belated happy birthday to you!

I'm so sorry to hear about the stocking fiasco. After several paid baby sweater fiascos, I've decided no more unless they are willing to give me input. She should just be happy that she has four very wonderful stockings. None of the ones on my parents mantel are exactly the same because the same woman made all of the stockings at different timesm, it's what makes them special. I hope in future years, she realizes what she has.

Aslan reminds me of my kitties, several of the favorite toys have been adopted from the people word. Bugs being some of the favorites. I can't imagine what my kitties would do with a balloon in the house.

A long comment to make up for the lack of reading and commenting recently.

12:55 AM  
Blogger Cheryl said...

I love the cat on top of the cabinet!!
It brings back memories of all the acrobats we have had living in our house over the years (and we are cat-less right now...my son is very allergic). I always remember the big THUMP (and sometime the crashes), when they decided to get down!

10:14 AM  
Blogger purlewe said...

I am completely confused. I wrote a comment this morning and it is totally NOT there.

damn gremlins.

but it went something like "thank you aslan from saving my friend from the evil and terrible balloon. We are all safer now due to your bravery."

hugs

4:52 PM  

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