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Thursday, January 11, 2007
Sampler
I have won my 1st contest! Over at KnitPastis there was a contest and I am the lucky winner of 2, 2 skeins of gorgeous personally hand-dyed sock yarn. Thank you KnitPastis!
Here is the little bib my Mom crocheted to go with her latest baby blanket.{I know - she's a machine.}
Have you read this yet? I cannot even believe it. It makes me crazy. What, I ask you, WHAT were these people thinking of? No one would want to be in a sock club, indeed! I find it odd that they are accusing these women of defrauding people without involving the police or a police investigation. I wonder if the instigator is divorced from a Knittress and has some misplaced anger! Just when you think you have heard it all...
As you can see by my sidebar I have recently joined a number of blogging projects. I decided against joining Poetry Thursday for fear of not being able to do it each week. I would however like to share some of my favourite poems/poets here.
This is the 1st poem I remember reading in school (Grade 5). The imagery has always stayed with me. I spent a lot of time in the forest as a child and so this poem resonated with me.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.
What would a post be without a pic of my beloved knitting companion! I swear she is going to figure out a way to use those paws...
at the very least to free her from her perpetual yarn tangle!
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I can't believe how cute your lil' knitting companion is - and what a beauty!
Thank you so much for sharing this poem by Robert Frost - I've always enjoyed his work so much, he brings such a lot of emotions and feelings into his words - very beautiful indeed!
I'm still stunned by what the Harlot wrote about the insanity the Blue Moon ladies had to go through - sometimes I really wonder where this world will end at, with so many dumb and ignorant people around who're having a say. Horrible!