February 7 - another beautiful day; sunshine, brilliantly blue sky, fluffy white clouds and vapour trails. Snow is forecast for tomorrow.
I've been tagged by Nic to find words to describe myself beginning with each letter of the alphabet except X, Y and Z, so here goes:
A - Arthritic fingers (and one toe)
B - Bossy given half a chance. Want your life organising? Apply here
C - Cat lover
D - Depressive for most of my adult life, but these days the depression is fairly well under control
E - Ex-smoker, Ex-wife (twice), Ex-nailbiter (unless I'm really wound up)
F - Football obsessive
G - Greedy for all kinds of cheese
H - Hoarder of books, yarn, fabric
I - Insecure sometimes, but not as much as I used to be
J - Jaded when I don't get enough sleep
K - Knitter of socks, scarves, shawls
L - Low-carber I feel much better when not eating any sugar or wheat
M - Musical as far as appreciating music, not making it
N - Nervous when meeting new people and going into new situations
O - Optimistic I think the glass is half full rather than half empty
P - Punctual and hate being late as this makes me really stressed
Q - Queasy at the thought of eating anything that has tentacles
R - Reader of anything from sauce bottles through to encyclopedias
S - Stitcher by training, knitter by inclination
T - Tea drinker, preferably weak Darjeeling with plenty of milk
U - Uncertain about a lot of things
V - Vague at times, usually when I'm concentrating on something else
W - Wild when I was a teenager
February 5 - when it come to clothes, I'm a fairly sombre cove and prefer dark colours and plain fabrics. Choosing a piece of fabric to make something with is a totally different matter and I can indulge my love of colour and pattern. This gecko print is destined to become a case for some of my crochet hooks. Fun, isn't it?
It's all sock yarn, so not breaking my yarn diet.
This is February's sock club yarn from The Yarn Yard. 100g of such a pretty colourway - not my usual colours, but I really like it - plus 25g of a matching semi-solid.
Knitting at Stash Yarns was fun on Saturday - Michelle was knitting the cover design from the latest Vogue Knitting, Nic's crochet was going well, Dawn was wearing her new seaman's scarf knitted in MoBair (scroll down) and it was good to see Brigid's scrummy Persian Poppies in real life. Me? Just finishing off a couple more pairs of socks. I'm coming to the conclusion that a girl can never have too many pairs of socks...
February 4 - this CD arrived a couple of days ago and I've listened to it several times already; extraordinary music sung by an extraordinary singer.
February 3 - after posting Ruth Fainlight's poem yesterday, I remembered that I still have my mother's powder compact. She bought this when I was about five or six and I loved the design on the front. Her powder is still inside - one sniff of it and I'm back to being a small girl again. It's such a distinctive smell; sweet and dusty.
This came from Liz's blog; nice idea. Choose a poem and join in if you like...
WHAT: A Bloggers' (Silent) Poetry Reading
WHEN: Anytime February 2, 2007
WHERE: Your blog
WHY: To celebrate the Feast of Brigid, aka Groundhog Day
HOW: Select a poem you like - by a favorite poet or one of your own - to post February 2nd.
RSVP: If you plan to publish, feel free to leave a comment and link on this post. Last year Reya put out the call and there was more poetry in cyberspace than she could keep track of. So, link to whomever you hear about this from and a mighty web of poetry will be spun.
My mother’s old leather handbag,
crowded with letters she carried
all through the war. The smell
of my mother’s handbag: mints,
and lipstick and Coty powder.
The look of those letters, softened
and worn at the edges, opened,
read, and refolded so often.
Letters from my father. Odour
of leather and powder, which ever
since then has meant womanliness,
and love, and anguish, and war.
February 2 - seashells in a Bagley's Marine pressed glass bowl.