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Omar's lovely Via Diagonale is waiting for me to crochet a bottom and strap on it. Then he is supposed to line it (we both live in fear of our sewing machine).
But in the meantime (I have no idea how to crochet an oval) --Mrs. Weasley's bag of Stitch Witchery is my first real slip stitch project. It's four shades of Cascade 220, two from my stash, two new.

This project has a theme song. Click here for youtube-video with blatant knitting references!

You can almost see my Dumbledore sticker. :) He is not dead.

Too bad to get natural light I have to take photos on our balcony with the trashy free stuffed chairs outside look.

Here's my secret project in Cotton Joy...

And here's a peek into Omar's knitting bag. What the hell is wrong with him? Isn't that Crystal Palace Splash I bought at Woolcott in 2003???

All will be revealed in time.

It's pretty much impossible for me not to include a photo of our kitten, Zeke, who is away being fixed today :) His sibs are now up for adoption and no longer here. It was a fun kitten party while it lasted. (Cats +blogs= <34eva)

He is whiskerless! I've been told they'll grow back, maybe he lost them in a fight. :) What is being cut off right now, though...ahem, those will not grow back.

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Because I was at TYF last night and I forgot all my knitting*, I had to start a new project, natch. It was "Siesta Thursday" which means Terry and Fred gave in to our whining and stayed open until 10, so I wasn't budging.
Of course, I started a project with awesome self-striping Cotton Joy, but it's for a STUPID baby and I don't want to risk the fetus surfing onto the blog and peeking at it's new present. Stupid pre-natal internet access.
But anyway, I also got to buy new needles, finally my first pair of Bryspun circs! <3<3 <3 The only thing I don't love about Bryspun is their little too-bendy, too-blunt sock needles.
KiKi taught me how to do a long tail cast-on with two ends of the same ball, therefore eliminating the ever-present "how much do I need?" question, and the waste or frogging tears that always ensue. Where have you been all my life, KiKi? Oh yeah, Indiana.
We also finally got to meet Illanna after almost a year of living in the same area and shopping at the same LYS. :)
Tonight is Harry Potter Charmed Knits knitalong Night #2. I have hear rumors of tea-leaf readings.
We are working on the Mrs. Weasley Stitch Witchery Bag, but there's not a good picture of it online. It's a slip stitch bag worked in five pieces.
So just for a little color, I thought we would look at some stolen images of Mrs. Weasley from across the internet and see if we can get ratted out for bandwidth theft.

*I could have spun, but isn't it more fun to buy yarn?

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I have a hard time believing that knitted and crocheted things are really fabric. Sure, they have drape, weight, and can be used for all the same things that fabric can, but to me they are just what happens when you leave hands and yarn unsupervised.
Something about woven things feels like real, bonafide fabric. Maybe it's because you can take gorgeous macro shots like this, and not see any holes:

These have been done forever, yo. My mom's birthday has come and gone. My dad had a mini-stroke the next day, so the last thing on my mind was sending these. However, dad is fine now, and I'm starting to feel that "I need to mail this" guilt.

One of these things is not like the others: I ran out of warp, and then I forgot the ratio of warp yarns, so I have one that has more silk ribbon, is much drapier, and looks different.

However, I've added to this project. I want to crochet napkin rings out of the remaining ribbon, sew some matching beads to them, and then (gulp) sew some napkins. I am so intimidated. Now I finally have an ironing board, so I don't have any excuse. I also bought the fabric.

All in all, I really loved making these, and I want to weave again.

Here's a bonus. The AZ human society is getting 110 cats per day! I had to do something. I hooked up with a woman who takes in kittens too young for the shelter, and now I'm fostering one of her older litters.

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