No Accidents?

“There is no such thing as accident; it is fate misnamed” ~ Napoleon Bonaparte

By definition, an "accident" is: a specific, unexpected, unusual and unintended external action, which occurs in a particular time and place, with no apparent and deliberate cause but with, marked effects.

By nature, accidents are typically cited with a negative effect or tone. I have yet to hear someone refer to something good or positive as an accident. (Or at least very few things.)

I've brought up the idea that there are "no accidents" once or twice over the past year or so. It is something I was once told and has it has just stuck with me. So, why bring it up once again?

It's not a secret how much I love photography. I believe I've made that pretty clear by now. However, it wasn't until this past summer that I considered taking it to the next level. I guess you can say this is when the first "non-accident" occurred.

I was volunteering at a golf outing for a non-profit organization I'm closely connected with. Though not part of my intended responsibilities, I took my camera with me. I figured I could get some practice any down time I had that day. As it would come to pass, I spent 90% of that day driving around in a golf cart capturing the faces and sites of the day. I happened to over hear the Marketing Director mention she couldn't stay to take pictures and that she would just use the shots that she could get in the few moments she was there. That's when I volunteered my services. At the end of the day, she was very pleased with my work and encouraged me to find work as a photographer's assistant. I was flattered by the compliment; however, didn't really take it seriously. Sure, it would be nice to get paid to take pictures, but I just didn't see that happening for me. About two months later, the Marketing Director contacted me about taking pictures for another event they were having. This time, it would be a paid gig. Let's just say I jumped at the opportunity. I was thrilled. No, I was elated. It wasn't a lot of money, but it was nice to get paid for something that didn't feel like work.

Fast forwarding another two months. I was walking by a photography studio I had passed many times before when I decided, out of the blue, to go in and see if they needed help. I guess I figured the worst they would say was "No" and nothing would be different than it was before. Actually, what I expect was that they would say no. However, they didn't say no. Instead, we worked out what I can only describe as an apprenticeship of sorts. Basically, when I can, I get to shadow a professional photographer. The individual in question has a wealth of knowledge to share and he is more than happy to do so.

The owner of the studio hasn't seen any of the photographs I've taken. Yet, she keeps telling me that I will be a great photographer. She's decided to take me under her wing based upon blind faith. According to her, it was no accident that I came into the studio on the day I did. I was meant to be there.

I'm not sure what I make of all this. This all just transpired a few weeks ago and I'm still processing it. Actually, I'm trying to figure out what I want out of all this. I don't know that this is something I wish to pursue on a full-time basis. However, I do know I enjoy photography and think it would be cool if I could make a little bit of extra money off this skill. At this moment in time I'm just going with the flow and taking things as they come. (No big plans to retire doing this.)

What intrigues me more is the idea concept of "there are no accidents." I know several people who would tell me, or anyone else for that matter that such a thing doesn't exists. I can understand why one might say that. It's a control thing. (Trust me, I know a thing of two about wanting to have control over things you can't control.) The thing is, just when I get to a point where I'm not so sure that there are no accidents and I can't believe things just fall into place something happens. Something I can't explain any other way. That's when I start to think... maybe, just maybe there is something to this.

Until later . . .

Small Feet Socks

This time of year, even small feet need to be kept warm. That is why I decided to make socks for two of my favorite December babies celebrating birthdays tomorrow.


The "Manly Sock" modified for a child:



The "Basic Ribbed Sock" modified for a child:





I stressed a bit on sizing both pairs of socks, but thankfully Small was willing to try one of the pairs on so I could rest easy about it all . . .



Thank you Small! You're super adorable!!!

Until later . . .

Only Because I Need To Sleep

I try not to write too many "thoughts" posts so close together; however, I'm making an exception because it's been a week and I need to clear my mind... Or, at least try to clear my mind.


• This month has been the month of theories. I have my own theories about things. Maybe that part has to do with the fact that I'm also opinionated - who knows.

Anyhow, most of the theories that have been tossed around amongst my friends have to do with dating. Ah yes, dating ... such a great subject to discuss. One of the girls I met this month said she's at the point with dating that she's putting her brother's theories about dating to the test. Interesting approach.

There is more I can say about theories, but I'm going to leave that I look forward to hearing more theories others feel so inclined to share with me


• I've noticed I write a lot of these lists late on Wednesday evening. I realized this is the case because this is when I start to think about what I'm going to write for my Thursday blogging group post. Or, in other words - I'm procrastinating.

Tonight is not an exception.

• Ok, so there was suckage going on yesterday; however, there was a HELL FROZE OVER moment. Those come so far and few between that I feel the need to pause and recognize them.

Actually I'm shocked my train buddy didn't reply to my text about it because it was he who made an optimistic "joke" that this would happen and then made a serious comment about what turned out to the source of all suckage for the past 24 hours. Or, in other word, what both of us thought would most likely not happened, happened. However, what we both thought would happen, didn't happen.

All this comes down to is - the universe is all twisted upside down, anything is possible and expect the unexpected.

(Why do I feel like this the lesson I said I learned last year?)

• This summer I've spent more time in sundresses than I have in years. I always say I'm a closeted girly girl... well, my girly girl ways are no longer a secret. Kind of scary...

• On that note, I recently learned that running in a dress while carrying a heavy backpack is, well... somewhat challenging.

• I need a derby name. I have a few ideas, but none of them incorporate "froggie" into them and it just feels wrong. Suggestions are welcome.

• Going back to the idea of theories .... A lot of people have theories on what makes me happy... and why I'm happy now. My mom ultimately believes that the only time I'm happy is if I'm dating someone. Sorry mom - that isn't the case. Then there are those that think if I have a job that makes me happy - hmmm . . . strike two.

Ultimately isn't what is most important the fact that someone is happy and not what makes them happy? Food for thought . . .

• Plan C. I don't talk much about "plan c." Or should I say I haven't talked much about plan c?! Either way, it's time to bring it up. (Yes, now I'm circling even farther back - circa November 2010.)

I've spent so much time focusing on plan b that plan c just became a joke to laugh at when I shared the story of plans a, b and C. Yesterday and today there has been a lot of talk about "plan c" as it applies to my life AND in a another context. I mean, who really picks-up there life, put it all in a storage locker and then goes to travel the world without a real purpose in mind?

I use to laugh when I thought of plan c, now I don't. Not because of how it applies to my life directly, but how it is taking on a life of it's own in an unexpected way. There is that word again - unexpected.

Life is funny like that . . .

• I'm still in search of an EPIC hamburger. In the meantime, I'm eating a lot of ok burgers. One day I will force myself to sit down and Yelp all the places I've been in 2011 which includes all these hamburger places.

I just hope that I can find somewhere in the Chicagoland area and it won't take a trip to LA to find a good burger. Not that I don't want to go to LA. I would just like to find a local place I can visit on a more regular basis.

• I've decided on a race that I'm going to make my first 5K. I say first because there is a second one planned for March. I think I'm repeating myself from my last "thoughts" post, but I could be wrong. No, I am in fact repeating myself.. oh well!

Either way, I'm amazed how this whole running thing has taken on a life of it's own. I am truly addicted. I want to run every night,but I don't. Also, all this running inspired one of my friends to start running which I think is cool. Or, at least I think it inspired them ... I could be wrong.

• I have tan lines on my feet. I didn't know you could get tan lines on your feet. I guess that is what happens when you wear flip flops all day. I know - go me!

• I just realized I haven't been skydiving in two years. That is too long. I may have to call B and schedule a time for us to go jump.

• I'm not allowed to read e-mail late, late at night or when I've had very little sleep. I interpret things a lot different. My sense of humor is typically not present during these times and that can cause a lot of misunderstanding.

I'm sure there is more to write - as always. I will think of it after I hit the "publish" button. However, it's late.

Until later . . .

Count Your Lucky Stars?

This post is originating from a promise I made BFF many months ago.

Many times over BFF and I have discussed the concept of luck. Before I proceed, here is a link to BFF's point-of-view on the concept of luck -> "Luck be a Lady."

At this time I feel the need to confess that I have a tendency to obsess about this concept. Especially over the past couple of years as several unfortunate events have transpired in my life. I feel, however, that the greatest change in my thoughts and feelings toward this concept have evolved most over the past 12 - 18 months.

Before I totally step on my soapbox and tell you my exact thoughts on luck I'd like to give you a bit of history of how I got to this place . . .


Dumb Luck

It was my first semester at TCU. The name of the class and professor teaching this class escapes me, but I will never forget what he said during one of our discussions that centered on the concept of luck. To summarize, Prof told the class that as much as he would like to say the key to success was 100% due to hard work, the truth was that luck plays a larger role in ones life than most would like to believe.

His example centered on how he met his wife. They were set up on a blind date. His buddy asked his girlfriend if she had a gal for his friend. The girlfriend in turn asked the first girl who passed by if she'd like to go on a double date. First Girl agreed to the date - and as they say "the rest is history."

What I got out of this little story was that there are forces beyond our control that play in our good fortune. Sort of like how I obtained a hank of Dream In Color Classy a few weekends past. A fellow knitter was showing a group her Blue Lagoon Classy yarn - she had three hanks of it. After drooling over the yarn for a bit this kind individual threw one of the hanks my way and exclaimed, "It's yours." When I asked why she just told me it was mine. Just because.

I believe both these tidbits exhibit what people call "Dumb Luck."


Hard Work With A Touch Of Luck

My next exposure to the concept of luck came from my middle brother - Al. Al has been an English Professor his whole career with a majority of it spent at one of the Chicago city colleges. As Al has shared with us on many occasions, one summer instead teaching he decided to focus on becoming a textbook writer. It was something he wanted to do and knew he would not be able to give this aspiration the proper attention it needed if he were to teach. So, he forfeited the financial comfort of teaching summer school and focused on writing his first English textbook. Once complete, he sent it off to several publishers and hoped that someone would respond with feedback. As history would have it, he did receive feedback, which he incorporated into his next draft(s). Currently, his writing and composition books are now in their ninth and seventh editions respectively.

What's my take away from this story? Yes, Al worked hard on his books, but there was that element of luck in there. Many individuals aspire to have their writings published reap a financial reward from the endeavor at the same time, but despite their best efforts and hard work some will not achieve this goal either due to not being able to acquire a publishing vehicle (such as a traditional publisher) or an inability to build a following.

The Answer Is: Hard Work Yields Luck

Simply put, on many occasions, BFF and I have butted heads on this concept of luck because, as I understand it, her point-of-view on this matter is that if you work hard you will be lucky. Hard work yields luck - PERIOD! Or, at least that is the impression I have gotten from our many, many, many arguments . . . . debates . . . ummm . . . discussions on the concept. I know several others who feel this way, but I'm going to pick on BFF because I know she will be okay with me doing so. ; ) There is not one specific example that comes to mind that demonstrates this point-of-view. I just know it is a view passionately held by several people I know.


My Soapbox

I will outright tell you how you are either lucky or you're not if I feel so inclined. Furthermore, I'd probably tell you I'm not lucky. However, believe it or not, I don't really believe that at the core of my being. I will admit here I'm not necessarily an unlucky person. Truth be told, I have had my share of bad luck and my share of good luck. Many times it just feels that the former tips the scale on most occasions. Especially when disappoint and strife are a strong constant in my life.

My problem with the rigid view that hard work yields luck is that it presents to me as an absolute. Such as combining blue and red makes purple. This is an absolute truth. Yes, depending upon the amount of red and the amount of blue you add the hue of purple will vary, but it is still purple. However, I can't wrap my head around, and be settled with, the idea that it works this way for all experiences people have in life. It's like the idea of a garment being one size fits all. Let's face it, that one size fits all garment in some cases is big while being tight on others. Not everyones experiences are one size fits all.

In this challenging economy, I cannot tell you the number of professionals I've talked about their job search. There are those who are busting their ass looking for work - without success. I'm talking folks who have been out two/three years. Then there are people who are busting their ass as well and land a job three/four months out of the gate. Dare I even add a job these people want and are happy at? How can you not call that luck? They are all doing the same thing, but some just seem to have more luck than others. In speaking with one individual about their job search pipeline though none her interviews produced offers, she was a month out of the gate with a multitude of interviews. She even kept saying how lucky she was. Then there are others who have been out for quite sometime and pray for just one interview.

Personally, this past year I've had some experiences of my own that have just landed in my lap. When asked what I did to get these opportunities I had no other response beyond, “they just came to me.” Seriously, I just happened to know the right people and/or happen to be available at the right time and/or happen to have the right skills. (Trust me, I wish I could come up with some super, secret solution to share.) On the flip side, recently I've had experiences where my hard work has played into my successes. I recognize this and give myself credit where credit is due. I give my hard work credit where credit is due.

I guess at the end of the day what I'm trying to convey is that no matter how hard I try, I can't in good conscious discount that luck has played into these good fortunes. I do not discount the importance of the hard work I put forth, but I can't ignore the fact that things happen randomly just because that is the way it is suppose to happen.

Maybe the missing component to all this, that hasn't been mentioned yet, is chance. Things happen by chance. I don't like this because I’m someone who likes to plan out things. However, I have to acknowledge the fact there are things beyond my control. The moon, the stars and the sun periodically just align at the right time, by chance, and produce events that cannot be explained otherwise. At the same time this is happening I feel that being aware enough to recognize what is transpiring and take advantage of the opportunity(ies) chance presenting is important.

I believe it is this chance factor that I have to most trouble with. Have I mentioned I'm a planner? Though I’m working on it, and getting better with just going with the flow, loose ends are not the most comfortable place for me. Personally, I’d like everything to have an absolute outcome, an absolute order. However, I have to remind myself that there are some things that I cannot plan for and are beyond my control. I have to remember to be okay with this idea. It is when I lose track of this fact I begin to waiver, and wonder - why am I not lucky?

For now, that is all I have to say on this topic. It is my hope that I've given you something to think about. My hope is to revisit this topic another time to see how (if) my thoughts and feelings have changed as time passes and I continue to gain more experiences. However, for now, this is it.

Until later . . .

Falling Back

With our clocks falling back a hour this weekend, I thought I'd post a picture I recently took that I will most likely look back upon in the dead of Winter to remind me of how nice this Fall has been . . . . .



Until later . . .

Disturbing The Peace

My first college class ever was Introduction to Sociology. The professor started the class off by letting us know she would not be having use write our name on a seating chart of any sort. Aside from the fact we were in college and could sit where ever we pleased, the prof went on to state that just by sitting where we had we had made-up our own seating chart. She promised use that at some point during the semester, there was bound to be at least a few incidences where someone would walk into class and see someone else in "their seat." The seat that was unofficially assigned to them just by the mere fact that they had sat their on this particular first day of class. To what extent this would bother someone was yet to be known, but the prof bet us that when this did occur at least one discussion would take place to "rectify" the matter.

That was 16 years ago and I still think about what she said from time-to-time as I drift about this thing we call life. Yesterday was one of those days. It happened on my way into the city. I was on the not-so-at-the-crack-ass-of-dawn train when I opted to sit in an empty seats in of, what I call, the group seating area of the train. (In these "group seating areas" instead of two people facing the direction the train is moving , there are two people sitting backward of the train's direction and two forwards.) Honestly, I like these particular seats because on most occasions you can usually put your bag on the seat next to you or across from you. Rarely do I find that four people sit in these group areas. Simply put, it's a bit uncomfortable to do so. At least I think it is. However, there are those that don't share my opinion.

I should have remembered I was taking over a seat from a regular group sits in this particular area, in this particular car. How could I forget them? I saw them every work day for the year or so I commuted into the city for work. But, alas, I did forget. All I will say is the look on one of the group member's face when they saw there usual seat(s) were taken was priceless. Confusion. That is the only word I can come up with. In this particular group there are about 3 - 6 people. (I don't remember 100% as it's been awhile since I've sat in this particular car on this particular train.) There were two of us disturbing the peace and throwing order out the window. Nothing was said to me, or the other lady, but I could tell itI had thrown things off. Just like I could tell when I did this awhile back on a different morning train, to a different group.

Being the people watcher I am, this got me wondering. The commuting routes people take daily are constantly changing (like most things in life). One day you need the train to get to work; the next you don't. Do the "regular" commuters realize this? Is there a seniority system on the train that new commuters should be aware of? Or some sort of reserved seating upgrade available I was just not aware of?

Regardless, I can understand the upset that comes when your "regular" space is otherwise occupied. I'm still in shock my knitting groups doesn't get reserved seating at our chosen venues. They know we are there weekly regardless of the what the weather may bring us or if it's a holiday or not. (Hell, something tells me we'd show up on Christmas if the place was open.) All rants aside, I know that even I feel an entitlement to the space we occupy weekly, but would never just assume it will be there for us unless I we were assured by management that was the case.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not upset about what happened. Nor do I think the parties involved in any of these incidences are upset either. I actually just find it more amusing more than anything else and an interesting observation of human behavior.

Until later . . .

It's Your Right

Have your voice heard . . . Exercise your right to vote!

October

I just noticed I've only posted ONCE this month.

In the two years I've been blogging I believe this is the least blogging I've ever done. With this knowledge, I decided I couldn't let the month end without at least one more post. Below are some pictures of items I've been working on this month.

First there are the "Manly Socks" I made for a birthday present.



This pattern is by Hannah Six and I absolutely LOVE it. It's simple and knits up faster than it might seem at times. What I like most about it is that it truly is "manly," but not boring. For me this translates into a pattern that holds your interest, but won't make the recipient feel any less than a "manly" man. This is my second time making this pattern. The first time was for the Husband Socks (which I FINALLY took a picture of!).



The one thing I will say about this pattern is that it calls for a 9" leg. I followed that instruction on the Husband Socks, but cut it down significantly on the Brotherly Love Socks for two reasons - 1) I felt it was unnecessary; and 2) There wasn't enough yarn for that long of a leg. ***Hopefully*** that won't be an issue.

The next thing I've been working on this month are fingerless gloves, but not for me. They are in fact ANOTHER gift. (Do you see a theme happening here folks?!)



The pattern for these gloves is called "Mens Fingerless Gloves." (Another theme - It seems to be all about men these days.) I'm currently working on the fingers of the second glove. This is the first pair of fingerless gloves (and with individual fingers nonetheless) and after working on these for a short period of time I have to say I don't know why I was so scared about attempted this type of project. Fingerless gloves are super easy to make. Honestly, making them with the individual fingers is a hoot. With every finger I make I get a thrill that is similar to turning the heel of a sock. (Yes, the little things in life these day truly excite me!)

Lastly, there are the "Doll Socks."



Originally I called this project "Princess Socks." (Ok, so this one isn't about a man.) I changed the name because I kept gushing on and on about how these socks look like they are made for a doll. Though they aren't called "Princess Socks" officially, they are for a the little princess in my life - My younger niece. I finished these socks since I took the picture, but haven't take a new one yet. That said, I am worried about the size of them. I decided to make the foot longer to accommodate a growing girl's foot, but I'm thinking I may have to rip back and take some length off it. Since they are for Hanukkah I have some time to deliberate on this matter.

Oh! There is one more thing!!!



Only 28 more squares and I will be FINISHED! Something would have to be very wrong for me not to finish this by my birthday.

Until later . . .

Close Call

This is the least amount of yarn I've ever had left after a finished sock. I have been delaying the progression on this sock as I figured out a "plan b" just in case I ran out of yarn. Guess that's what I get for making a size 10W boy sock and only 460 yards of yarn. However, all has seemed to work out well - at least with sock #1.

I will say, it's enough for a sock blankie square . . . but I think I'll wait until sock #2 is finished. What, you think I would forget about blankie? Especially with a colorway that rocks like this one does? Hell no!!!

Until later . . .

All Wound Up

The "Going Mad" socks have been finished for sometime. With their completion I decided it was time to start on gift oriented projects. It really started because I decided to make some socks for the birthday of one of my brothers (which happens to be today). When it turned out the yarn I got for that project was defective, I decided to start on my mom's birthday socks while I looked for resolution regarding the defect (the manufacture was suppose to help me out - but that's a side rant). At the end of the day, I wasn't about to let this snag slow down my productivity. After further thought I decided to get all the yarn for all gift I wanted to make wound. The above picture represents five different projects for five different people. The goal is to be able to finish one project and immediately start another.

The yarns shown in this picture are as follows:

• JoJoLand Melody Sock Yarn; Color MS20 (Purple)

• Mirasol Hacho; Color Hunter Combo

• Trekking Hand Art; Color Flame

• Mini Mochi; Color Fern Rainbow

• Cherry Tree Hill Supersock Select Semi-Solid; Color Pesto (in the back)

Yes, you might notice there is A LOT of green going on here. I guess it's the "it" color this year - at least in my little world.

All these yarns will be turned into socks with the exception of the Mirasol. That yarn is being used for fingerless gloves. I can't wait to share the final product with y'all in the coming weeks!

Until later . . .

Going Mad

As I completed the first of the May Sock Knitters Anonymous socks I knew I was going to be taking a break from them.

First and foremost, they were driving me mad - if you couldn't tell by my posts. However, I also knew I had a pair of socks to make for a family member with a upcoming birthday (more on that in a future post), a sock knit along with a friend and that the third installment of the Purple Sheep Sock Club was on the horizon as well. Today is about the Purple Sheep Club . . .

The third installment of the Purple Sheep Club is the pattern "Mad Colorweave" by Tina Lorn. In Rav, they are on my project page as my "Going Mad Socks." I really love this pattern. Despite the fact that the cuff is a little strange and a tad slow-going at first (thankfully I wasn't the only one who had some problems with it) the main repeat pattern itself is super easy and has a great effect.


The yarn we're using Miss Babs Yummy 2-Ply sock yarn (and it is quite Yummy!) in the colorway of Frog Princess. (Yes! That's right folks . . . Miss Babs named a colorway after yours truly. : P)

Here's my socks as of this morning . . .



As of this post, I'd say I'm about halfway through this pair of sock (or, at least I think I'm halfway through. I'm still trying to figure out what is deemed "halfway" when making two socks at one time)

Overall, I'm loving what I see. I'm looking forward to the finished product!

Until later . . .

Small Victory

Today marks the end of my Summer Sock Challenge. In the beginning I dared to dream that I could make 16 pairs of socks in three months. However, the end result is not what I had set out to accomplished. That said, the summer wasn't quite what I imagined either, but I really shouldn't be surprised I guess since I can pretty much say that for some parts of 2010 (but I'll save comments on that for a later, more appropriate time).

Overall, I only made 4 pairs of socks this summer and this . . .




Yep, that's right! The left sock of the Cookie A. Sock Knitters Anonymous May Mystery Sock. Started in early August, it was finished this past Thursday. One sock; one month. And let me tell you . . . I have NEVER been so thrilled just to finish one sock. It has taught me to appreciate small victories.

Due to other projects that need attention, the right sock will need to be completed at a later time. I have the Purple Sheep Sock Club - Kit #3 to start and a birthday gift for later this month and a Dish Rag Tag box is en route to me (and those are just the top three projects on my list at this moment.

With all that said, I hope everyone has had a fantastic - and safe - Labor Day!

Until later . . .

Still Growing

I haven't stopped knitting which one might gather assume from my lack of blogging. Or, should I say, from my lack of blogs about yarn and knitting.


The blankie is coming right along. As you can see. . . .



I'm down to 91 days and time is ticking away. Yes, 91 days. I haven't counted the number of squares, but I did recently measure it. It's approximately 50" across and 62.75" in length .... or in other words, as tall as I am. I'd like to say I knew the length measurement when I decided to record it's dimensions, but I had no clue. Honestly, when I look at it lying on my floor I can't believe it's as long as me. Surely I'm not THAT small . . . Am I?

I'm finding there to be some pluses and minuses to its size. For instance, carrying this sucker around is a pain. There I said it. Or maybe I've said this before. If that is the case, then I'm saying it again. For awhile I've been wanting to put this on a scale, but since I don't have one in my home it's a little hard to do so.

Until later . . .

Some of the Sites Around Town - Part Two

By now you may have the impression that I have something against Millennium Park. Once upon a time this might have been the case, but it isn't anymore. Actually, I've spent my fair share of time there this summer. What I do have something against is taking what I deem "touristy" pictures when I am in fact not a tourist. Ok . . . ok . . . maybe I'm a bit of a tourist. I just feel pictures of the infamous bean and the fountain at MP are shots almost everyone and their sister have taken. Especially the shot of themselves taking pictures of the bean. Like this one . . .



Ok, it's not blatantly obvious were I am. The blatantly obvious ones I saved for Facebook. However, I think you get the point. Personally, aside from hanging with a friend of mine at the pavilion, one of my favorite things to do this summer was this . . .



Soaking my feet in the cool fountain water was nice while waiting for said friend. Yes, maybe a bit silly and childish, but it definitely helped me beat the otherwise humid, hot days. Actually, periodically I found myself envious of the kids running and splashing around in their bathing suits.

There are two MP related pics to share. The first, my favorite piece of art work that graces the grounds -

As much as I find beauty in simplicity, there is something about the appeal of abstract art I can't deny. The second picture is this . . . I know it seems like just a normal building and you would ask yourself what is so special about this? Well, what is special about it to me happens at sunset. In early August, I was at MP during sunset and I happened to glance at this building. The way the fiery colors of the sunset hit the golden peak of this building was breath-taking. It may seem cheesy to read that description, but it's true. I may have to hang around one evening to see if I can capture that site as well.

The remaining shots are things that caught my eye for one reason or another . . .

This gentleman played the violin so eloquently. Made me a bit regretful I quit my violin lessons in fourth grade.














First and foremost, I took this because of S. I know how much she LOVES the L tracks and even more so driving under them. (I believe it's her FAVORITE thing to do in the whole wide world). Secondly, there was just some ascetic appeal to it for me.

I'm not necessarily sure what caught my eye about this one. It's not like I don't see enough "one way" signs in my own hood. Maybe it is the fact that I took this picture while I was walking. Or maybe it had to do with my experience driving one way, downtown street in the wee early hours of the morning what now seems like many lifetimes ago. That was before I had a GPS or had any sense of direction in the downtown area. Did I mention I passed a cop car on this little adventure? Apparently driving the wrong direction in the middle of the night is par-for-the-course because I didn't get pulled over for said offense. Or, maybe (s)he could sense my car was a suburban car which gave me a free pass. Who knows, but I was grateful.


Compliments of The Shedd Aquarium.















And this one as well ->
















On that note . . . Until later . . .

Some of the Sites Around Town - Part One

I've been in the downtown Chicago area a lot this summer. On occasion I've commented to some of my friends that I needed to drag my camera along with me so I could capture some of the sights I've gotten the pleasure to enjoy. So, I finally did. Here are the results . . .

I'll be honest with you, I don't get the appeal of this one. One of my friends commented my Facebook page that it was "kinda weird, but cool." I agree, but I still don't get it. Furthermore, I find it a bit humorous because people are taking pictures in front of it like it's a great monument. Guess it's just one of those oddball (no pun intended) things you have prove you saw by getting a picture by it.


Just so you get the full effect . . .

I laughed inside when I saw this. I feel the expression on the Lion's face perfectly reflects how many Chicagoland drivers feel about the roadwork and alternate routes this summer. Perk up! Winter is nearing which mean an end is in sight - right!?

The next couple of shots I SWORE I would never take, but who am I trying to kid?

Damn Bean and Fountain!

Why did I have to fall prey to you?

Stay tuned for more !

Until later . . .

It's Back!!!

Just when you thought it was safe to ditch your dish rag cotton, it sneaks up on you like a shark in the water . . .

YES! That's right!!! It's the . . . .




Coming to 120 knitters

August 28, 2010!

Endurance Test

Last week, PT finished a 10 day class that is part of his JD program. Ten days of class and then three to three and a half hours worth of homework. During one of the few conversations we had over this period, he expressed to me how burnt-out he was from the class. I told him to think of it as an endurance test and that I knew he could make it to the end successfully. Sure, I know what you're thinking - I would have said that for any one of my friends. That's not necessarily the case and if I didn't believe it to be true I would have come up with other words of inspiration instead. I can't say all my friend could handle something like that. Honestly, I can't say that I could handle such a testsituation. Ten days straight of class (including weekends) all day, PLUS homework on top of that. Hmmmm . . . I don't know.

I've been thinking of PT's plight today because I recently dove in to making the Cookie A. Mystery sock that I posted about a few weeks back. After a few false starts I put them aside and focused my knitting energy on blankie. However, yesterday I decided the time had come to tackle this pattern once again. Ok, so making socks is not quite the same thing as taking a 10 day law school class. Not even close! But I have to say, these socks is somewhat of an endurance test in-and-of-itself.

Currently, I am finished with the first 26 row left leg repeat. (There are two more to do - though I may just do it once more since I don't like super long legs.) There is no way in hell I could knit this pattern two at a time. I'd have myself committed before that ever happened. Or, knitting two at a time would most likely put me in a state in which I would need to be committed.

Somewhere around row 10 I started to grow less and less fond of my cable needle (I need to learn my friend's secret to cabling on socks without a cable needle) and around row 15 or so I wondered if it would be truly THAT tragic if I were to just finish the left sock and not complete a right one. Seriously, the sock knitter that has never had second sock syndrome is considering taking on the habit. Do they call DCFS for orphaning your knitted socks???

***SIGH***

I can do this. I know I can! I know I can!! I know I can!!! (Said the little froggie that could. . . ) Right now, it just doesn't seem like it. I laugh each time I have put the sock down after a few rows because I know a friend of mine who completed this pattern recently would feel vindicated in their feelings towards said pattern. If I can understand anyones plight at this moment - it's hers! Actually, I'd be willing to bet dollars to dough nuts she's laughing just reading this post.

At the end of the day, this is not a difficult pattern. Cables aren't difficult. It is just a tedious one that challenges ones ability to persevere. In the end, I have no doubt that I will at some point be displaying my finished pair of mystery socks on this blog. When is just the questions.

Until later . . .

Expectations

We had just passed the Coach store off of Michigan Ave when I noticed the seam of my Coach purse had split. To say I was upset was an understatement - and shocked to some degree. As many are aware, the brand Coach comes with a certain level of expectation when it comes to quality and product reliability. Since we were literally in the neighborhood we make a U-turn and popped in for a second. Though I had purchased the bag at an outlet store, I figured it wouldn't be a problem to deal with one of their retail locations. I mean, it's a repair on a Coach bag and a Coach, is a Coach, is a Coach - right!? Think again. Turns out the serial number on the bag indicated it was an outlet bag and since it was such the manager in charge wouldn't handle my request. I would have to return the outlet center I got it from and work with that store. Now, I feel the need to point out that I didn't live out in Iowa back then so going to the particular outlet center I needed to go to wasn't as convenient as it is now. Alas, I went. In the end I decided to return the bag and found a "real" (or at least that is how I believe my manager friend would describe it) Coach bag for around the same price.

Funny enough, six months after I purchased the "real" Coach, we passed by the Coach store on Michigan Ave once again. As we joked about the experience I had had the last time we were there the strap broke on my "real" Coach. (I kid you not.) Once again, we did a U-turn and popped in. As they surveyed the damage, I relayed my story from my last visit. The staff looked horrified and asked whom I worked with. I couldn't recall the name as I had been so traumatized by the experience I apparently repressed the image of this person. All I could tell them was it was a guy and the time period in which the incident had taken place. They apologized profusely. This time my options were to send the bag out for repair or take a credit towards the purchase a new one. I decided to purchase a new one (a decision I later regretted as I've never found another bag like the one I traded-in). However, I do still like the one I got - even though now my wallet wouldn't even fit in it.

All said and done, my second visit to that Coach store location reinforced the expectations I had always associated with the brand. However, even until this day I still remember that one bad seed I encountered and being made to feel lesser than some.

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Lifetime guarantee. Apparently, the Eddie Bauer backpack I purchased my freshman year of college came with a "Lifetime guarantee." (I just learned this the other day.)

When I purchased the backpack I thought spending $50 for it was a bit on the pricey side, but I justified the expense as "treating" myself. I figured if I had to spend at the very least close to $100 per a text book the least I could do was a have something nice to carry them in. I never imagined I'd still have it 16 years later. Yep, I still have it. Well, sorta. The zipper recently broke and you can see it's not new by any means. This is one of those items that I would say has "seen war." It's been through practically everything with me. It's been taken on planes . . . on trains . . . and (most definitely) automobiles. It's carried all kinds of things - Text books, my crap when I've moving and laptops and work items when used as my "briefcase." Most recently it was my knitting bag. It provided a safe environment for blankie. Actually, the only reason blankie got a new bag had do with the fact that I was starting to anticipate problems with my backpack's zipper and the last thing I wanted was for blankie to get caught in the zipper.

Since it had lasted so long, I figured I'd make the investment once again in an EB backpack. As I was browsing the site I noticed the words, "Lifetime Guarantee." This made me wonder if my broken-zippered bag was covered as well. So I called customer service. After my pathetic rambling about how I had the bag for 16 years and how the zipper had broken I asked in a sheepish voice, "Can I get it fixed? Is it covered by the lifetime guarantee?" The customer service rep on the other line immediately asked me for my name and address so they could send me a return slip and address label. Upon receipt they would inspect the bag to determine whether it would be replaced or refund my money for the last known price.

I realize this means that I could potentially received a check in the amount of $2.00 for said bag, but I figure that's better than dumping it in the trash and getting nothing. At the end of the day, I'm impressed that even after 16 years a company is willing to standby their product and honor their promise. It's one of two reasons the next time I purchase a $50 backpack from Eddie Bauer I won't be justifying my actions. Instead, I will be repeating this story and people will just immediately understand.

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About three weeks ago I got some madelinetosh sock yarn from a destash sale at a local yarn store. I was jazzed! I paid practically nothing for it - $8 to be exact. For anyone who knows the price of madelinetosh that mean I basically save around 70 - 75% of the retail cost. (Just try calling me a spend-thrift . . . I dare you!)

Since it came from another home I decided to soak it in some wool wash, air dry and then freeze it in an effort to kill any undesirable bugs or such. Now I don't normally do this with yarn purchased at a LYS where it has most likely been petted time-and-time-and-time again by many knitters, but I felt the need to cleanse it as I wasn't privied to the type of home it came from.

During this process there was a lot of color bleeding. I mean A LOT. The only other time I had seen this much color bleeding was with yarn I had hand dyed. I expected it from my dyed yarn since I am not a professional dyer by any means, but from well known commercial dyers . . . not so much. Isn't that part of what I'm paying for? Ok, I'll put it like this. If I get inexpensive yarn at JoAnn's or Michael's and the quality is lacking I don't make too much of a fuss about it. However, once I start shelling-out more cash my expectations increase as well.

Especially with hand dyed yarns. Yes, I guess I accept there could be some color bleeding, but the amount I had was unreal to me. It was enough that made me glad I didn't put it in the wash with any of my clothes. Surely there will be more when I go to wash it again. So, like most I decided to contact the dyer directly through their site. I explained the situation and had a simple question - "Is this normal?" After several days of waiting for an answer without success I turned to the Ravelry forum regarding this matter. Yes, apparently this is normal. Apparently, part of buying this yarn is either soaking it in vinegar to set further, switch wool wash should mine be scented or just accept it as it is hand-dyed.

Now, like I said earlier, this isn't the first time I've purchased hand-dyed yarn. That's actually most of what I purchase actually. Furthermore, I've actually taken a tour of a well known dye studio. One of the things the owner talked about was the process of rinsing the yarn so it didn't bleed once in the hands of consumers. Now, I've used this particular yarn as well and I can tell you - it doesn't bleed when washed

Now, I'm not looking to trash this particular brand of yarn. Actually, I love their colors immensely. I'm just trying to understand why it's ok to expect me to pay close to $30 (non-destash/sale pricing) for yarn to then have to take further steps to prevent dyes from staining my sinks, towels and potentially my clothes.


My point of all these stories is to demonstrate that if a brand would like to reap the benefits of being known as a quality, well respected brand they should consider the expectations of their customer . . . and live up to them.

Until later . . .

Be Careful What You Wish For

... because you just might get it.

It's an age-old adage - and one that popped into my head as soon as the words came out of my mouth.

"If he had cheated on me it would have been easier to end it." Those were my words. (Or, at least a paraphrase of what I said.) A 5-year relationship was ending because we had differences that couldn't get worked-out and I felt that had he cheated on me it would have made things "easier."

Fast-forward . . .

Sadly, I've been cheated on since then and I'm here to say it doesn't make it as easy as I had once proclaimed it would. Actually, to some extent I feel it made things harder.

Maybe it had something to do with the amount of lies involved in the cheating, loss of trust or even the fact that one party decided to stray rather than trying to work things out. At least in the former life, we gave it the old college try by seeking outside help. This time around, not so much.

Ever since her first book "Something Borrowed," I've been a dedicated fan of Emily Giffin's. So, when I heard about the release of her fifth book - "Heart of the Matter" - I was beyond excited. I had attended a book signing in her hometown of Naperville, IL two years prior and planned with much anticipation to attend this time around as well. Not even bad weather would stop me.

In the weeks leading up to the book signing, I feverishly scoped out as many reviews and press releases on HOTM as I could. It was upon reading the first review that I found out what the book was about and in that moment, my excitement became dampened. Without giving out too many spoilers, the book is about infidelity, forgiveness and trust. It's about the moments in life that change the course of our life and the decisions we make that aren't necessarily on the up and up or lead us to the bumps in the road we'd rather avoid.

The book signing came and went. (This past May to be exact.) Since that time the book has sat patiently on my dining room table waiting to be cracked open, but I couldn't do it. I was afraid of what the words inside the hardcover binding said and the memories it might bring to the surface of my soul. Recently I decided it was time to face the words had dreaded all this time . . .


For me, HOTM encompasses so much more then any review I have read thus far can even express. From start to finish, this story took me on a journey through a point-in-(my life)time that I have otherwise chosen to try to forget. Or, at the very least not dwell on and let mandate my present. (A task at which I do not always succeed.) Though the events are not identical the authenticity of the story is amazing. As the story progressed I often found myself thinking, "Exactly!" or "Yep, that's how they all respond or rationalize their actions." I found myself trying to feel sympathy for the cheatee, but knew my bias point-of-view would never allow me to fully understand her plight. And, at times, Ms. Giffin's words stopped me dead-in-tracks wanting to know how she knew exactly how I had felt or had been thinking. Overall, the story made me question who was really to blame in this triangle. . . the cheater? The cheatee? The cheated? Or, how about all three? (BFF and I had a few intense e-mail exchanges on this one!) However, more importantly for me this book's story has served as a stepping stone to understanding and managing my own feeling about what happened to me all those years ago. Furthermore, I solidified my belief that there is nothing "easy" about ending a relationship no matter how "cut and dry" the answers may seem. Every decision leads you down a different path and it is where your heart leads you that often dictates the direction you take. Also, it has given me a sneak-peek (of sorts) into the minds of the offending parties - a perspective I've never been privy to before. It made me start to wonder for a moment what types of justifications I would have gotten from the cheater and cheatee had I ever gotten their take on things.

Lastly, I'd like to think that all this has (potentially) taken me another step closer to forgiving the "supporting cast" of my story, but I can't say, with confidence, that it has or that I ever will forgive them. What I can say, with confidence, is that it has made me more cognizant of how much my heart has truly mended since everything took place and the strides I've taken in opening up to the idea that there are truly good (worthy) people out there that deserve a place in my life, and heart, more than those that had their chance.

Until later . . .

It's A Mystery To Me

I let a friend decide which sock I was going to make by posing a simple quesetion - Dream In Color or Socks That Rock? She choose Dream In Color which meant my next pair of socks will be the Sock Knitters Anonymous May Mystery Sock designed by Cookie A. I know . . . I know . . . another Cookie A. pattern. Both pattern options were Cookie patterns. The pattern for the STR came with my November 2009 sock club kit. I guess you can say I'm a bit of a Cookie (A.) Monster lately.

All puns aside, I really liked the pictures of finished socks I've seen thus far. So, I snagged the Dream In Color yarn. Colorway: Visual Purple. During the yarn winding process there was a HUGE yarn barf situation. In retrospect, I believe using my swift would have avoided that problem. If you don't know what "yarn barf" is simply put it is when the yarn gets all tangled and becomes one big, messy knot. The untangling process can be a frustrating one.

After getting everything untangled and caked, I then tried splitting the yarn into two cakes so I could once again make two-at-a-time. Let's just say they definitely aren't the same size and I may need to borrow a few yards from the larger cake as I make my way into the home stretch of this project.

With two cakes in hand I tried starting the pattern. Already I'm thinking part of the mystery of this sock is how to get it started. I'm also starting to wonder if I should even continue down the path of making this sock because I don't seem to be having much luck with any aspect of it thus far. However, my stubborn nature won't let me give up . . . at least not at this time.

It's not that the sock is complex. The "different" thing about it is that it doesn't start with a tradition cuff. It immediately starts off with a chart pattern. I'm sure I'll be fine with the charting once I get going. It's just getting started that seems to be the problem.

In honor of these mystery socks I'm making, I thought I'd put together a "It's a Mystery To Me" list.

So, it's a mystery to me . . .

• Why the theme of infidelity was all I seemed to encounter yesterday - conversations, books and tv talk shows.

• How strangers can become people you really care about without even realizing they have become so important.

• How those you really cared about can become strangers without realizing they have become so.

• Why I loosened the security setting on my Facebook account ultimately allowing more information to be accesses by certain people it wasn't available to before.

• What the purpose to all this is.

• That I can support someones decision even though I don't morally or ethically agree with their actions.

• Why I had to be the one to take care of it.

• Why people get on chat and then put on a "Do not disturb" status message.

• When, and if, this uber-humid weather will ever let up and allow us to really enjoy at least a few days this summer.

• Why I care sometimes.

• What some people have in their lives outside the obvious.

• That I even want to expose myself to it knowing it hits so close to home.

• If I'll ever be able to look beyond the current awkwardness.

• How quickly time passes.

Until later . . .

Update On That Blankie Project Thing

With all the socks I seem to be cranking out and lack of blankie updates one might begin to wonder if I've case it aside. The answer - nope. I'm just not working on it as much so the changes aren't as significant as they were back in, say, the beginning of the year. Since this is the cast here are some questions I've been getting from folks lately

Have I met the the 736 square mark?

Yep, and then some. I haven't counted in a few weeks so I don't have an exact number. However, I can say with 100% confidence I'm past 736.

As I've mentioned in prior posts, I've opted to increase the length of blankie that is why I can't move on to phase two right now.

Any current photos?

I'm trying to figure out how to take a picture of it. It's not like the "old days" when I could just stick it on my ottoman or dining room table. I guess I "could" drape it on my bed (you know where I intend to keep it once it's done) and attempt to photograph it there - but that seems to practical. At least for me.

Still bringing it along with you to knit group?

Most of the time, but not as often as I use too. This is mainly due to the fact that I'm not solely working on this project. Actually if I bring two projects with me I actually have a tendency to work on the other one and not blankie. Also, this thing is getting a bit heavy! One of these days I'm going to weigh it just for kicks. Every time it rolls-up I feel like it's a sleeping bag. Not as long, but feeling just as thick.

Do you miss swapping?

Yes! I've been helping a friend learn the swapping ropes so I am living vicariously through her swapping experiences. I'll also be helping her run her first swap soon.

Well, I believe that is all. Hopefully at the next update I'll have pictures to share.

Until later . . .

This Is What Happens

This is what happens when I have a bad weekend . . .



Until later . . .

Socktacular Saturday: Summer Sock Challenge

Today seems like the logical Socktacular Saturday to discuss my Summer Sock Challenge I established back at the end of May. It was my intent to see how many pairs of socks I could make in one summer.

Originally, my ambition got the best of me and I thought I could make 16 pairs by Labor Day. Now that it's been two months and I've only made 4 pairs I don't know how doable that is. I'd have to make 12 pairs in the next six weeks.

Truth be told . . . I don't see that happening.

So, what happen? Well, aside from living life and doing other things aside from knitting I would say the other things that have influenced my lack of sock making is that I still have my blankie to work on. Additionally, I am not sitting in traffic as much as I use to anymore. Now, I have been using public transportation a bit more than I use to, but I find that I am using that time to sleep more than knit. Additionally, more of my lunch hours are spent meeting up with friends as well. (I told you I did more than just knit!)

Recently, I finished my Lovely Lace socks. Personally speaking, I believe them to be fabulously lovely . . .



However I recognize I may be a tad bias. I really enjoyed making these socks and just fell in love with making socks two-at-a-time.

No sooner did I take the Lovely Lace socks off the needles did I put on my next pair. The pattern is Drift by Melissa Goodale. It as part of a Hazel Knits sock club pattern. The Hazel Knits colorway we received is called Surf.




I'm excited about these as well. This is my first time working with Hazel Knits yarn and I have to say it is quite smooshy-soft. I can't wait to get these on my feet.

Well, that's all for now.

Until later . . .

Socktacular Saturday (Sunday Edition): Help With Heels

My two-at-a-time socks are coming along very nicely if I do say so myself . . .



There have been a few . . . well, let's just say detours . . along the way. Such as the fact that I, once again, decided that an actual heel isn't necessary. Yep, that's right. Accord to yours truly the newest trend in knitted socks is to go straight from the heel flap to picking up the gusset stitches and then decreasing them. (It's sorta a heel - right!?)

What I believe made this experience standout from the several other times I've done this is that I not only did this on one sock, but I did it on BOTH socks. I was so anxious about how I would manage the gusset for two socks at one time that I jumped-in immediately after I finished the heel flap.

(Yeah, my special kind of sock FAIL!)

After I realized what I had done, finished feeling stupid and stopped cursing I back tracked. As you can see, I did eventually turn the heal on my socks, pick the gusset stitches and then decreased . . .



So, in the end I am on my way once again to finishing my Lovely Lace socks. Seeing that I seem to like not turning the heel, even though it is one of my favorite parts of making socks, I may have to come up with a pattern where my special FAIL is more like a special WIN. Until that point, I'd love to hear from others who do the same thing - so I don't feel so special after all!

Until later . . .

This Week I've Managed Too

This week I've managed too . . .

• Write not one, but three blog entries that didn't go live.

• Talk myself out of buying close to $100 worth of yarn.

• Accept I'm still being tested by life.

• Keep my yarn from being sacrificed to a moth.

• Complete something on my never-ending "to do" list.

• Dye two hanks of yarn in the colorway of Posie (or as close to it as possible without a recipe).

• Accept G-d has some crazy timing.

• Take a 5 mile walk in our "lovely" summer weather.

• Catch up on sleep and then fall behind again.

• Realize that some people are just nice and don't necessarily have an agenda behind their actions.

• Send out all the swap(-ish like) and RAK packages to their intended recipients.

• Slip a majority of stitches of both my socks off the needles and then "repair the damage" without having a major heart attack.

• Not freak out when I got briefly got stuck in an elevator.

• Make my way halfway through my two-at-a-time, Lovely Lace socks.

Until later . . .

Socktacular Saturday (Sunday Edition): Two At A Time

I finished my Crap Monkey sock on Thursday and felt the need to cast on another pair of socks immediately despite the fact that I still need to work on my Lynae socks.

After some poking around on Rav, I settled on the pattern Hedera by Cookie A. What drew me to this sock was the lovely lace pattern. To make sure variegation changes wouldn't take away from the lace, I choose to use a solid colorway as shown in the pattern pictures. My choice - some Opal yarn I found hiding in my cedar chest. A beautiful shade of purple.

To mix things up a bit, I decided to try making this pair two at a time. I've been considering doing this for awhile, but had some apprehensions about doing it this way. At the top of the list was having to split my yarn into two balls (assuming I chose something that came in a 100g hank or skein form - which of course I did). Now, normal people would split yarn using a kitchen scale to make sure it was done evenly. That way, they'd be assured each cake weighed 50 grams. However, since I tend to take the more difficult and unreliable route nine times out of ten, I just "eyed it." Yep, that's right, I split my skein of yarn by first winding up the skein into a cake and then taking one of the ends and winding it into a second cake that "looked" about the same size. In the end I came close to getting evenly sized cakes however they are not perfectly even. One is bigger than the other. All I can say to this is - thank goodness I have small feet! I believe this will be my saving grace.

Another apprehension I had about making two socks at one time was the need to buy more needles - yet again - so I could learn Magic Loop. At the moment the only circular needles I own that are sock size are 24" long. Not long enough for Magic Loop. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not opposed to learning Magic Loop or purchasing more needles for that matter. It's just with every new project I want to I find the need to purchase something. It feels like at this rate I'm going all my retirement money will be "invested" in knitting supplies and there will be no money left to actually retire on. Personally speaking, I'd like to have some money around for later on in life so maybe, just maybe, I can actually retire and sit around all day knitting should my heart desire to do so. The solution to this problem . . . Instead of "investing" in more needles so I could use the Magic Loop method, I started the first sock using two circular needles and then put it on a set of DPNs. Then I started the second sock. Once I was established with that one I put the first sock on my circulars with the second. Something like this:



The last obstacle that was brought to my attention was the possibility of the yarn from each cake getting tangling. To avoid that I . . .



Put each cake in its own project bag.

On a scale of 1 to 10, my feeling towards the two socks at a time method is somewhere around a 7 at the moment. In its favor I like cranking through each step of the socks row-by-row/repeat-by-repeat. I can see myself loving this as I get closer to the end. I also like knowing that I am doing the same number of rows for each sock rather than hoping they'll be the same length at the end. The thing I like least at the moment, and what knocks my rating down to a 7, is getting use to managing two cakes of yarn at the same time. I'm hoping this is something I'll learn to adjust to over time or figure out a great way to handle. (Any tips on this are welcome!)

On that note, there is only one thing left to share -




I told you the lace pattern was lovely!

Until later . . .

Remodeling

This is what I was suppose to post yesterday for the Thursday blog project . . .

The Thurday Blogging project I belong to is going through some remodeling since one of our members has decided to leave the floor plan. We'll (I'll) miss this member greatly, but the space doesn't work for her anymore which it completely understandable.

So, the remaining members are taking this opportunity to rearrange things a bit before letting traffic through this feature again.

In the meantime, I personally will be working on getting my blogging back onto a more regular basis as well.

Until later . . .

A Special Kind Of Strange Talent

Just when I got "caught up," I feel behind - again.

Truthfully, life has been a bit crazy lately so my blogging efforts have fallen by the waste side. This include the Thursday blog project posts. So instead of posting about my "strange talent" last week, like Mel @ Me!!! asked us to do, I am posting about it this week.

No, this is not where I tell you my strange talent is catching up on my missed deadlines, making up excuses for missing deadline or even procrastination. Actually, figuring out my strange talent took me awhile. At first I was going to talk about my ability to avoid answering questions I don't want to answer without really making it THAT obvious. (And trust me it is a talent.)

Then, recently I was sitting in a Panera on my computer chatting online while I waited for a friend to show-up when it hit. Though I was typing, my eyes were scanning the room. Yep, I was people watching and typing. Wasn't looking at one thing I had typed. Of course obviously one would thing there would have been many typos in the body of my chat message. However, no one single error. Every word was spelled correctly, every punctuation mark was in its place. So, my fantastically strange, and awkward, talent is that I have the ability to type without looking at what I am writing with minimal (or any) errors.

There was a guy sitting next to me at the Panera recently. As I sat there typing and looking off into space I wondered what he was thinking. Did he notice I wasn't looking at what I was doing? Did he wonder how I did it? Did he think I was strange? Did others notice??

Honestly, I'm not sure that I really care if others think it's strange. I just notice about three/four months ago that I have this . . . ummm . . . "talent." It's actually kind of nice. The times I find myself doing it the most is when I'm writing something that has me deep in thought. I've found I write best when I write something in my head first and then put it down on paper (or in a computer file of some sort). I also find I do this when I'm really tired and need to rest my eyes. Yes, sometimes I close my eyes and type.

Truth be told I find this talent somewhat amusing because my typing skills use to be horrible. I barely passed the typing test I needed to take for my major in college. I guess it was just a matter of practice, practice, practice.


So, there you have it folks! Typing without actually looking at the screen (and sometimes even closing my eyes is my awkward talent. Now please take a few moments to check the special talents of my fellow bloggers by clicking on the below links:


Jenn @ Charmingly Random

Mel @ Me!!!

Shara @ Desperate Madness

Until later . . .