Good hello! to all of you who might still be out there. It's been a long time, and to my amazement, I still remembered the name of my blog hosting company. That's step one. And then I remembered how to log in. I can see that they haven't thrown any big roadblocks up against me knowing how to use it. Thank goodness for that. And I still remember how to upload photos and ... well, I'm not sure if I remember how to write.
I know that the blogging landscape has changed pretty dramatically with regard to feedreaders and all that jazz (RIP Bloglines and RIP Google Reader, and I don't know what-all else) -- not because I have read even one blog in about 2,000 months, but just because I have picked up the threads of people chattering about that topic in Facebook and maybe a teensy bit in Twitter. Until just one minute ago, I have not logged into Ravelry in months, and I don't know how to link up and synch up all those entities anymore. So I have no idea where this post will go to -- maybe just into a big black hole -- which will be kind of sad, but it might just serve me right a little bit for running off and abandoning you like that.
And what am I doing here, you ask? And why, after all this time?
I am not sure! Maybe it was that, after a long hiatus, I recently reopened my Twitter account, for work reasons. Not long after I jumped back in, Emma sort of threw down ye olde guantlet: "Hey, you and I should start blogging again. It's so old it's new again."
Maybe it was that.
Or maybe it's because a couple of nights ago I was looking for something and I stumbled upon a little bit of knitted-up Glastnost Gold Peace Fleece that looked suspiciously like an all-but-completed sweater for Mr. Jefferies. (Who had his fifth birthday since you and I last spoke.)
For the last year-plus, I've been using the fact that I've been so very busy doing lots and lots of CART and captioning -- and when I'm not doing CART and captioning, I'm doing a fair amount of lifting rather heavy things (including my own body) at a great little place I've joined called Artemis Fitness -- as my reasons for not being able to do much (read: any) knitting, so as to save my hands and forearms for the money-making venture o' mine. But when I saw this cute little sweater sitting there with nothing left to do except crochet on the edging and sew on the buttons, and knowing that cooler weather is just around the corner, well, I knew that ignoring that would be a terrible, terrible copout. Especially since Mr. Jefferies' entire wardrobe of sweaters has really seen better days.
That boy loves his sweaters, as you probably already know. He wears them full-time, except we manage to get him to live without one when it is above 75 degrees Fahrenheit or thereabouts. As I was working on this last night, he sat at my feet patiently holding his head in the signature Mr. Jefferies "I'm waiting; hurry up and put on my new sweater" pose.
So anyway, the finishing of this little piece of tweedy goodness didn't even allow me to trot out my other usual excuses when it comes to picking up where I left off on a sweater. Such as: "Oh geez, what needle size was I using?" "Where in the world did I leave off?" "Where is the rest of the yarn for this thing?" "WHERE is the pattern?!" even.
I did have to hunt briefly for a crochet hook. And also for my notions. But strangely enough, I found them. And I even remembered what most things are called, though all I could think of muttering to myself when I was looking for my Chibi:
So. We haven't seen each other in a while, but now you know I haven't changed. Not one bit.
Where was I?
Oh, yes. This:
(Sidebar: The Rosa rugosa rose hips are ASTONISHING this year.)
And now, brace yourselves for some extra Yorkie cuteness.
Pattern: SoHo Cables (It comes in a $$$ kit, but I have knitted so many of these sweaters for Mr. Jefferies over the years, it's paid for itself. I just learned that you can now buy the pattern only, without the expensive yarn and buttons, from the dog rescue site linked there.)
Yarn: Peace Fleece worsted, in Glastnost Gold
Buttons from Jo-Ann Fabric
(I have not received anything from any of the aforementioned companies. I'm only giving you the info that I know you crave.)
Your move, Emma.