Please Don’t Trip Over the Boxes and Packing Tape

This may be confusing to those of you just joining our program – I’ve been blogging since 2003, but just switched to this subdomain. The information below is for those who are making the switch from the “old” WoT to the “new” WoT in August of 2007.

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About the Writer (or Typer)

Jill Smith. Knitter, yogini, writer, wife, recovering attorney, very amateur photographer, geek. Compulsively literary, reluctantly corporate.

Aspiring knitwear designer. Here’s the pattern for the “Baby Fern Scarf” in HTML (no photos) and a PDF file (photos).

100 Things

Some progress, some things exactly as they were

Progress – A “Pea Pod Baby Set” for Maria’s baby, with blue ladybugs marching up the button placket. First, as modeled by Mona (Lisa):


Mona lisa models pea pod set

Second, a more “serious” wide shot:


Pea pod baby set - complete

Third, channeling my inner brooklyntweed on the buttons and lace placket:

Button closeup

(Yarn: Dale Baby Ull, 2.5 skeins, color: 9436. Size 3 addi turbo needles. Blue ladybug buttons bought at Woolwinders. Pattern: Kate Gilbert’s “Pea Pod Baby Set.” Size: largest, but Baby Ull is lighter than the yarn called for in the pattern, so size is sort of small, toddlerish).

And for the thing that is exactly the same (in a manner of speaking), Milo, though bigger, is still very, very cute.


Yep.  still cute.


Yep.  still cute.


Yep.  still cute.

Oh. Yes.

In October 2002, John and I went up to Mt. Desert Island for a long weekend. It was during the height of the DC Sniper scare, and we were thinking about getting married up there.

It was a glorious weekend, and a difficult one (anyone who has a smooth experience in planning a wedding is… well, let’s just say I can’t imagine a smooth experience in planning a wedding). I was reading Philip Pullman’s The Golden Compass on this trip, and I finished it on the flight home.

It was a Southwest flight, and we were sitting on one that had a facing row in the front (maybe they all do – I’m not wise in the ways of Southwest, whatever my other experiences with air travel are), and when I finished, the man sitting across from me remarked that I was obviously intent on the story. I could believe it. I felt like I was swimming up from a very deep dive after I turned the final page, and it had taken me some time to return to the landing plane, the reality of coming home.

This makes me hopeful that I can have the same experience in a movie theatre.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwUaao-Cihs

We get letters.

It appears that Milo is the latest Internet celebrity. At least, among my readers. Which admittedly makes him a pretty small-time Internet celebrity.

But I’ve gotten some requests. So… I present to you… Milo.


Do i have a head?

“Oh NO! MY HEAD IS A SNEAKER!”


I ride the shoe.  i am the shoe.

“I ride the sneaker. It does not ride me.”


Milo matches the floor

Milo actually blends with the floor.


Again with the flash.

“Will the paparazzi never leave me alone?”


“I mean, REALLY?”


Sleepy

“…mmmm…. whatever. Snap all you want.”


And you ... you there.  you want what?

“You still there? Okay – got kibble?”

Tempting Fate

Okay, my mom has warned me about the Jinx Gods and their wiles, but I have to report that… So Far…

Milo doesn’t interfere with knitting.


Milo's a sweet knittin' kitten

He jumps up onto my lap, and does the Big Cute, and then crawls up onto my arm. My left arm. I’m a Continental knitter, so he kind of bobs up and down as the muscles in my left arm work.

It’s cute. And he’s not fussing my yarn. Yet…

Milo the knittin' kitten

Oh, I have hopes for this kid.