Wednesday, December 03, 2008

A Meme!

Sharon tagged me for a photo meme, and thank goodness, 'cos I've got nothing in the way of a full blog post otherwise. So, I shall post the meme and whatever bits and pieces I find floating around my brain.

The rules are to post the sixth photo from your sixth folder of pictures. I will have to post from the 7th, since there is only one photo in the 6th folder:

Luckily, I remember this: it is the Swallowtail shawl, knitted with copper penny dyed yarn. The blog post tells me these were the first pictures I took with my then camera (Canon Powershot A530 or something). I never wear the shawl because it is the size of a kerchief.

I'm supposed to tag 5 people. I'm not going to, instead, if you need a blog post excuse (Stef? Crabby Scientist*?), use this one. It's fun! Instead, here is the sixth photo from the sixth folder from the bottom of the list:

Lizzy, running too fast to be in focus.

Speaking of Lizzy, she had her female parts removed this weekend. It has been kind nice having a calmer dog, we don't expect it to last. We love Lizzy, but we are not really dog people.

I have finished a number of projects -- knitting and sewing -- which I have completely failed to take pictures of, mainly because I am rarely home when it is light. Of course, one could reasonably point out that I just had a four day weekend, 3 days of which were sunny. In which case, chalk it up to laziness. For the record: 3 skirts, a set of four napkins, two sweaters and some wee mittens. Maybe that is why I don't take pictures of anything, I'm too busy. As if.

This past weekend was the 40th anniversary of The White Album. While it is not technically their best album (Revolver? Sgt. Pepper? Abbey Road? Take your pick), it is my favorite of the Beatles, and one of my all time favorites. They were coming apart at the seams, and it showed -- how else do you explain "Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da", "Dear Prudence", "Helter Skelter" and "Revolution 9" showing up on the same album? George Harrison brought in Eric Clapton (God!) for "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" (and how gorgeous is that song?!) All of the tension and bitterness produced a masterpiece of a mess.

Today is the 75th anniversary of my grandparents wedding.

*Crabby Scientist is my brother. He is a space scientist, which I think means he is smart. Crabbiness runs in the family. He and his lovely wife hosted Thanksgiving for something like 26 people (siblings, cousins, spouses and children). As far as I know, everyone survived intact, which is impressive. Had it been our house, someone would have been carted off to the loony bin and someone else would have had knitting needles sticking out of his ears. The food was very good and it was lovely to see everyone in a non-funeral setting..

Oh! One other completely random thing. This morning I was struck with a sudden, overwhelming desire for a pair of Fluevog shoes. These or these. I am ill. But they are more practical than the yellow ones, right?


Sharon said...

Okay, I know it was a random thing, but my eyes are still bulging at the price tag on those shoes. Cute? Yup. But a pair and a half of those and I could buy a new iPod Classic! Funny what floats our boat.

Anonymous said...

Being a space scientist doesn't mean he's smart-it means he THINKS he's smart. Big difference.

I thought Thanksgiving went well also, when I wasn't stressed out about having enough plates and forks, anyways.

Mrs. Crab

P.S. Can crabbiness run in the family for in-laws as well?