Elizabeth asked to see sugar bowls for Show and Tell. Of course, it wouldn’t be right to show the sugar without showing the cream, so . . . here you go. (I saw this over at Bluestocking.) Always glad to oblige in some silly internet antics.

Then, oh boy, you wanna see a creative knit-along? How about Sock Wars? It’s pretty cut-throat for a knit-along, but it sure is creative, and everyone but the winner (who wins swag) gets a pair of socks. Not a bad deal. And did I mention? Really creative.

Speaking of socks, I have a fabulous idea for a pair of socks burning a hole in my brain. A very creative pattern that I want to try out to see if it works the way I think it will work . . . and yet . . . I just started those lovely little socks with my tea-swap yarn, which is so pretty . . . I really should finish them before doing anything else, but . . . creative ideas need to be hopped on while the creating’s hot! (And no, I can’t just adapt the tea-swap socks into this new idea–they’re already past the point of no return in terms of patterning.)

And you know I don’t like to do “multiple” knitting projects–one pair of socks, one sweater, one lace at a time. When I double-up, I start getting punchy.

Still, I do have other things on my mind. Like, right now, Chappy’s not speaking to me. Not only is my suitcase out–which he, like most dogs, hates to see–but my spinning wheel is folded up in a carrying bag. Clearly, the world is about to end, and my plans appear (to him) to be for me to be someplace else during the cataclysm. He thinks this is rather unfair of me, and is therefore miffed. Seriously. He’s out in the hallway sulking right now.

I’ve told him that he’s coming with me tomorrow, when we go visiting. We’re spending the weekend at Liz/Lizzy B‘s house, and Shelley is coming too, and there will be the three of us, and our four dogs, and wool, and spinning and knitting, and I daresay, huge amounts of laughter. We can’t wait.

Or rather, I can’t wait. Chappy still doesn’t believe he’s coming with me, and he won’t, either, until tomorrow morning when I put his harness on him and buckle him into the car. (Yes, my dog wears a seatbelt, the Premier harness and Car Strap at the bottom of the page. Highly recommended.)

Oh, and the other reason he’s miffed? Because apparently I’m not just going with a suitcase any my spinning wheel. No. I’m bringing muffins with me. Taking food from our house. For strangers! (Yes, I know and you know that Chappy, Liz and Shelley aren’t strangers, but–he’s not listening when I tell him he’s coming, you really think he’s listening when I tell him who we’re visiting? He’ll remember them the instant he sees them, but until then …. strangers!)

This means, of course, that I won’t be posting this weekend–I wouldn’t want any of you to worry that I’ve disappeared. Sorry about the Saturday Sky thing, but, well, you understand…. I DID plan ahead, though, and have my “P” post all ready for the ABC-along on Sunday.

Lastly, you remember the old, computer Pong game, right? Yeah, yeah, I know, it was a laugh a minute. But, really, check out this text-version. It’s funny!

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