Middle of the Week Commentary...
(You know, for all that the weekends fly by? This week has been pretty speedy, too. Hope that continues!)
Today, I participated in a webinar on non-profit fundraising on the web, and discovered that I have just enabled myself into a huge addition to my job (be careful what you wish for?). At least it's job security, right?
I expect I'll be learning way more than I ever wanted to know about blogging, Facebook, and Twitter for non-profits! But, then again, it's the sort of knowledge that is valuable in the world we currently live in, so I'm not unhappy that I get to learn about it "on company time" as it were.
And you know, yesterday when I listed my ten things I plan for, I neglected to mention my latest plan: to work thru this townhouse and institute a considerable level of organization, in 20-30 minute increments each night. Tonight, I achieved the first day's allotment by going through 2 boxes and one grocery sack of donated yarn and a container of fun fur scarves in preparation for NoSoKnit on Saturday. We were given stringent requirements - only worsted weight yarn for the Aldersen Women's Prison. Apparently the women either do not, or can not use anything less for their charity projects, and so NoSoKnit organizers are limiting the donations this year. Certainly makes sense to me. Don't send them what they can't use.
After that, I tried on my new sock, and decided that yes, it was too wide on my foot. Mind you, I'd knit to the beginning of the first few rounds of blue. Frogged and reknit with 10 stitches on each needle to start the toe, and increased to 24 on each needle. Those 8 fewer stitches made 1 inch of difference and set the sock back on my foot properly, see:
And yes, I got past the blue stripe tonight, too.
When it was time to come upstairs to do this post and get ready for bed, The Meezer was nowhere around. I had a momentary panic, as I'd had the doors open to the outside to put the boxes of yarn in the car...my heart in my throat, I started back downstairs to see if I could find her, even tho' I know she's not likely to bolt for the doors, it's just that unusual that she wasn't right under my feet:
What do you mean, where am I? I'm right here, Mommie, keeping the sewing chair warm for you.
Little *sweetheart* scared me spitless....
Today, I participated in a webinar on non-profit fundraising on the web, and discovered that I have just enabled myself into a huge addition to my job (be careful what you wish for?). At least it's job security, right?
I expect I'll be learning way more than I ever wanted to know about blogging, Facebook, and Twitter for non-profits! But, then again, it's the sort of knowledge that is valuable in the world we currently live in, so I'm not unhappy that I get to learn about it "on company time" as it were.
And you know, yesterday when I listed my ten things I plan for, I neglected to mention my latest plan: to work thru this townhouse and institute a considerable level of organization, in 20-30 minute increments each night. Tonight, I achieved the first day's allotment by going through 2 boxes and one grocery sack of donated yarn and a container of fun fur scarves in preparation for NoSoKnit on Saturday. We were given stringent requirements - only worsted weight yarn for the Aldersen Women's Prison. Apparently the women either do not, or can not use anything less for their charity projects, and so NoSoKnit organizers are limiting the donations this year. Certainly makes sense to me. Don't send them what they can't use.
After that, I tried on my new sock, and decided that yes, it was too wide on my foot. Mind you, I'd knit to the beginning of the first few rounds of blue. Frogged and reknit with 10 stitches on each needle to start the toe, and increased to 24 on each needle. Those 8 fewer stitches made 1 inch of difference and set the sock back on my foot properly, see:
And yes, I got past the blue stripe tonight, too.
When it was time to come upstairs to do this post and get ready for bed, The Meezer was nowhere around. I had a momentary panic, as I'd had the doors open to the outside to put the boxes of yarn in the car...my heart in my throat, I started back downstairs to see if I could find her, even tho' I know she's not likely to bolt for the doors, it's just that unusual that she wasn't right under my feet:
What do you mean, where am I? I'm right here, Mommie, keeping the sewing chair warm for you.
Little *sweetheart* scared me spitless....
posted by Nana Sadie at 10:11 PM
3 Comments:
I go into a "where are the boys!" panic, too, if they're not where they're supposed to be.
I panic when I can't find Hez too. But chairs do seem to be a favorite "hiding" spot.
Organization in ecrements! Probably the best bet.
Congrats on your new responsibilities! It is a good thing to know. And I might be asking you stuff.
Is that what "sweetheart" means? ;) I love the new sock! And I love hearing about the organization -- that's always such a good feeling, and I like the idea of taking it in reasonable increments.
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