Fricknits

Philly Cheese

You've seen this before at Elinor's place, but it bears repeating.






















Lucky, lucky me.  I had to dig a bit, but I found this old post of mine about Internet friends.  About how we should just drop all the awkwardness of explaining how we've never seen each other face-to-face, but we know each other perhaps better than many of the characters who inhabit our "real lives."  About how in many ways no one really "gets it"- this crafty connection.  And last weekend I had the chance to test my theory as I got to meet ten other bloggers- some of whom I've loved a long, long time, and others who are new to me and instantly dear.  And guess what?  It was like coming home.















Diana, with whom I've shared many a parenting headache and who always leaves me giggling, no matter how much the Biscuit is currently hating his big-boy bed/potty training/me.  Did we miss a beat when we saw each other's faces?  Was it awkward?  Hell, no.  I may have hugged her so hard I broke myself.  I don't think I could break her.  Girl is STRONG.














Megan.  Isn't she beautiful? I got to sleep at her place, right next to a pile of single socks.  She ain't making it up.  That stack is climbin'.  And green!  I shared sleeping quarters with (I'm sorry, it has to be said) the hip Christy and her Tweedy Aran, uber-talented (and in possession of the rockinest boots) Maritza, the aforementioned Elinor with whom I shared the top-shelf experience of waking up to the sound of a crying baby that was NOT MINE, and ECC.  One of my roomies snored.  It wasn't the cat, but that's all I'm sayin'.





















They humored me with a cowl swap.  Then they gave me champagne.
















And I learned a great many things. 
Such as: I need a Canon and a fiddy.  My camera envy was overwhelming.  I took none of the photos in this post.  That should tell you something right there.
Such as:  Minty is one seriously funny, hyperdrive brilliant, excellent person and I'm going to knit all her stuff and watch her Flickr stream like a hawk.  And maybe see her this summer for a burger.
Such as:  Though the general consensus was that we were probably all dorky girls in high school who never got near the popular crowd, my sneaking suspicion is that Pam, Caro, and Diana are exceptions to this rule.  They are just crowd-pleasers, those three.
Such as: Specs should be in charge of the world.  She's quiet as all get-out and lulls you into a false sense of security and then wham! this fabulous sneakattack humor busts out.  I suspect this might work very well with North Korea.  Plus she's blonde and purty.
Such as: I need you knitters around all the time to save me from potential yarn purchase disasters like I almost made at Loop.  One look at the pattern I meant to attempt and all and sundry gave a quick, definitive thumbs down and saved me from myself.  I am ever grateful.  The honesty, the know-how, the been-there-done-that.  Who else but "our people" can do that for us?
Such as:  I am such a fangirl for Ashley that she can get me to drink beet juice.  Ick.  But seriously.  I feel like I'm thirteen again and just left that cute boy from the beach, never to see him again.  Pining.  That's what I'm doing for Ashley.






















I hope I get the chance to meet all of you.  It may just blow my mind, though.  The very idea that you're all real, and as wonderful as you are here on the 'Net?  Lucky, lucky us, right?

Mother's Day

Here are some flowers for you.

For those of you who are mothers, who called your mothers today, who miss your mothers today, those who know you'll be a better mother than yours was and those who know you'll never be that good.  For those for whom the word mother is a curse, a prayer, a sigh, a blessing.

Here is a duckie for you, too.

For those of you who still love to play, who share your toys, who turn cartwheels, who stick out your tongues on occasion.  Who still eat snow, jump in puddles, and get dirty.  Who think balloon animal-making is one of the most mystical and magical things a person can witness.  Who occasionally still scrape knees, ask for lollipops at the bank, and color on placemats in restaurants.

Here are my babies.

Who will sit happily in a cloud of fiber, whack gamely at a pinata in a handknit sweater for a photo, and occasionally...just sometimes...give me a little time to knit.

Happy Mother's Day!

(Two of the above images now available as cards in the shop!)

Not If I See You First

It was two years ago that I started this blog- right after Maryland Sheep and Wool '06.  Boy, has a lot happened since then.

Biscuit grew up.

Fricklet appeared on the scene.

I edited an edition of Yarnival, hosted some contests, won some contests, joined Flickr, joined Ravelry, knit a whole mess of stuff, learned some basic crochet, fended off the urge to spin (though a certain someone who shall remain nameless has designated herself my spinny godmother/pusher), ran Ravelraiser ($71,000!  $71,000!!), opened an Etsy shop...what am I missing?

Oh, yes- I've made SO many friends...who have never actually seen me in person.

(Gloria cowl in Knittery Sock yarn won in one of the aforementioned contests from Nora Raveled here.)

I think I could get away without being recognized at MDSW pretty easily.  And it's tempting.  After all, in person I'm way awkward and nervous and dorky.  I've only ever shown my face once or twice around here, and you'd have to dig to find those posts.  But my cover's gonna totally be blown because El Biscuit-o is going to be my escort, and he's pretty hard to disguise (though a tiny mustache would be AWESOME, no?).   So I'll see you there!  And the world will finally know the truth-

I do, in fact, have a forehead.

PS- New set is up in the shop, and it's my favorite so far!  Take a peek:  Treat Yourself.