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Unconscious Mutterings

Published / by Kim

I know, it’s kind of all meme, all the time around here lately. But memes are still content, right? Better a meme than nothing, I say!

I think I used to do Unconscious Mutterings every week. I don’t know why I stopped.

  1. Yacht :: boat
  2. Paula :: Deen
  3. Delete :: key
  4. Auto :: mobile
  5. Obsolete :: desk
  6. Dedicated :: server
  7. Old :: new
  8. Convince :: me
  9. Poster :: stand
  10. Erase :: cat

Okay, so I really did write the first thing that popped into my head for each word, which I think is obvious by some of the things I came up with. Obsolete and desk? Erase cat cracks me up, though. I guess Xena’s been even more on my nerves lately than usual.

Catalog Your Knitting Skills

Published / by Kim / 3 Comments on Catalog Your Knitting Skills

I haven’t done a meme in a while, and this one was right up my alley. Stolen from Knittin’ Honey.

BOLD those things you’ve done, ITALICIZE those you plan on tackling, and leave the rest.

Afghan
I-Cord
Garter Stitch
Knitting with metal wire
Shawl (I’m counting Lady Eleanor as a shawl. Shawl, stole… same thing, mostly.)
Stockinette stitch
Socks top down

Socks toe up (my preferred method)
Knitting with camel yarn
Mittens: Cuff-up
Mittens tip down
Hats top down
Hats Cuff-up
Knitting with silk (silk blends, though, not 100% silk)
Moebius band knitting
Participating in a KAL (maybe)
Sweater
Drop stitch patterns
Knitting with recycled/second-hand yarn

Knitting with banana fiber yarn
Domino knitting (I don’t even know what this is)
Twisted stitch patterns
Knitting with bamboo yarn
Two end knitting (I don’t even know what this is)
Charity knitting
Knitting with soy yarn
Cardigan
Toy/doll clothing
Knitting with circular needles (as often as I can)
Baby items (though it’s still waiting for buttons and probably won’t fit its recipient anymore!)
Knitting with your own hand-spun yarn
Slippers
Graffiti knitting (huh?)
Continental knitting
Combination knitting
Designing knitted garments
Cable stitch patterns
Lace patterns
Publishing a knitting book
Participate in an exchange
Scarf
Teaching a child to knit
American/English knitting
Knitting to make money
Buttonholes
Knitting with alpaca
Fair Isle knitting
Norwegian knitting
Dyeing with plant colors
Dyeing spinning fibers

Knitted items for a wedding
Household items
Knitting socks (or other small tubular items) on one or two circulars
Knitting with someone else’s hand-spun yarn
Knitting with double point needles
Holiday-related knitting
Teaching a male to knit
Bobbles
Tassels
Knitting for a living
Knitting with cotton
Knitting smocking
Dyeing yarn

Steeks (eventually I’ll get up the nerve to try a steeked project)
Knitting art
Knitting two socks on two circulars simultaneously
Fulling/felting
Knitting with wool
Textured knitting
Kitchener stitch
Knitted flowers
Purses/bags
Knitting with beads

Swatching
Long Tail CO

Entrelac
Knitting and purling backwards
Machine knitting
Knitting with self patterning/self striping/variegated yarn
Stuffed toys
Knitting with cashmere (cashmere blends, but I’d love to knit with 100% cashmere some day)
Darning
Jewelry
Knitting with synthetic yarn
Writing a pattern
Gloves

Intarsia
Knitting with linen

Knitting for preemies
Tubular cast on
Free-form knitting
Short rows
Cuffs/fingerless mits/arm-warmers
Pillows
Knitting a pattern from an on-line knitting magazine
Rug
Knitting on a loom
Thrummed knitting
Knitting a gift
Knitting for pets (I would love to knit a little sweater for a friend’s doxie)
Shrug/bolero/poncho
Knitting with dog/cat hair (ew)
Hair accessories
Knitting in public

K Is for Kindred Spirit

Published / by Kim / 4 Comments on K Is for Kindred Spirit

When I was little, we moved a lot. I was in a new school in new towns in 1st, 2nd, 4th, 5th, and 6th grades, another one in another town for junior high, and then a private high school, where I got to stay until I graduated. As you can imagine, moving so much made it hard to develop any lasting friendships. I’ve always felt like an outsider among groups of friends, like I don’t fit in anywhere, and I’m sure that moving around had a lot to do with that.

It didn’t help much that I’m a natural introvert, so making new friends has never been easy for me. I’ve always felt more comfortable in my own head and in books than interacting with other people, though I sometimes wonder if that’s as much a result of moving so much as it is an innate inclination. I think I also, at some point, stopped really putting a lot of effort into friendships, because what was the point when I would most likely be leaving at some point? It was easier to move away from people I didn’t really care about than to leave really good friends.

But there’s always been one exception to this, and that exception is my friend Francesca. We met in 2nd grade, when I was 6 and she was 7.  I don’t remember if we bonded instantly upon meeting, but we pretty quickly became fast friends. It seems like I was at her house every day after school, and her family was like a surrogate family for me. Here we are having a tea party on a cardboard box in her yard (me on the left, her on the right):

K Is for Kindred Spirits

We had some arguments over stupid things, like kids do. There was the Helen incident, when the popular girl in our class decided to not like Francesca. When Helen decided to not like you, that meant none of the other girls were allowed to like you. I cringe to think of it now and am ashamed to admit that I didn’t stick by my friend during that time, but somehow we made it through that and stayed friends.

There was the time we were mad at each other over SOMETHING, I have no idea what, and had a fight outside her house. We yelled and she tried to hit me with her hair, and then her mother came out and offered us glasses of milk to cool off.

There was the Great Honeysuckle Purge of 3rd Grade, which I won’t relate here right now, to spare myself her groans when she reads this. Suffice to say that the honeysuckle incident has gone down in infamy and Francesca is thoroughly sick of hearing about it, but when I saw her mother recently at her bridal shower, the first thing she said to me was, “The last time I saw you, you said I was an overbearing mother” and the second thing she said to me was, “Do you remember when you ate the honeysuckle?”

Somehow, Francesca and I stayed friends through all my moves. We talked on the phone without seeing each other in person for years. As we grew up, we remained interested in the same things. When we could both drive, we saw each other a little more frequently. We went to concerts together, went to Cape Cod together, and just generally spent more time together.

A couple of years after college, we drifted apart and didn’t see each other or speak for a few years. I’m not really sure what happened, but I suppose I just didn’t put much effort into it. My mid 20’s were a crazy, selfish, and did I meantion crazy? time of my life. But in 1999, when I was getting ready to be married, I was thinking a lot about her. I was remembering how we always talked about how we would be in each other’s weddings, and I started to realize how much I wanted her there at my wedding. So I sent her an invitation, along with a letter telling her how much I missed her and wanted her to come.

She did come, and suddenly we were in each other’s lives again. And 2 months ago, I was maid of honer at HER wedding.

Here we are last weekend, knitting at Yankee Stadium and trying to be alert for foul balls while the husbands watched the game (me on the left again, her on the right again):

K Is for Kindred Spirits

So K is for Kindred spirit, and also for Kim, and for Knitting!