Galveston Shawl - Square Version

Click HERE to download a PDF of the Galveston Shawl, square version.

Or, you can use the link (same link) on the left sidebar.

Or, log into Ravelry, search for 'Galveston', and download it from my free pattern store.

Feel free to email me at heedthecat [at] gmail [dot] com with any comments or questions you may have.

Let's Do This.

Mr. Sweetie is in Austin, and staying at least overnight.
I have no car, and most of our friends are out of town.
The cat is fed, and the house is fully stocked with a shiny new vacuum (squee!) and cleaning supplies.
I have unplugged the x-box, caught up with my RSS feeds, and have about a million podcasts that need listening to.
I have fiddled with the digital camera enough to take yarn-related pictures that don't suck.

This weekend, I will clean the living room and my studio.
This weekend, I will get Galveston into PDF format, with photos.

For every hour I work on one, I may work one hour on the other.

Game on.

Puppy!

Okay, so Mr. Sweetie and I have been talking for months now about getting another pet. I had voted kitten-or-pit-bull-or-mutt, he had voted retriever-labrador-or-otherwise-or-mutt. We both agree on the fundamentals - crate training, obedience, incredibly lots of socialization, that sort of thing - and we were basically just waiting to move to Austin to start looking.

So after the Pagan Student Association meetings on thursday nights, all of us usually head down to Coffee Station for extended talking and having of good times. It's always made better by the presence of Kaylee, a beautiful but surprisingly small mutt owned by a friendly local guy who probably doesn't want his name out on the tubes :)

Kaylee, we have learned, is a mutt, part yellow lab, part pit bull, and as I have said, incredibly sweet and incredibly small (we think there's got to be some other, smaller breed in there somewhere). And guess what? Kaylee's going to be a mama! Her owner didn't have the cash to get her fixed in time, and his friend's black pit (who he said had a big head, so probably not bred for conformation) done got her knocked up when his friend's kid left for school in the morning and didn't shut the door between the uncut-male-dog section of the house and the visiting-female-in-heat section. So, we're looking at puppies, mixes of pits and retrievers, with a mom we know and love (and have I mentioned unusually small? We're hoping that'll pass on ).

While Mr. Sweetie hasn't said we will absolutely definitely get a puppy, he has said that he wants to look for a male, preferably the runt of the litter, and has started amassing information on training and puppy-proofing your apartment.

Oh and by the way, he wants to name him Grue.

Just a note:

Watch your page views. It'll be a while, but if you happen to hit 22908, take a screen shot and send me an email.

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Just saying.

Rainbow Connection

Mr. Sweetie saw a rainbow today.

Because of his color blindness, he doesn't usually see them. It's not the hues that are the trouble, but the lightness - if it gets too light, it's all white to him. Because of this, today's dark and stormy skies were a perfect backdrop for what may be only the second or third rainbow that my Mr. Sweetie has seen in his entire life. We were driving over to a friend's house when we saw it, and pulled over to take a good, long look (and snap a couple of pictures - new digital camera!).

This week I plan to clean my house, and then take picture upon picture of works in progress, finished objects, failed objects (yes, I'm talking to you, Dragon Scarf), and stash yarn (mostly for Ravelry, I'll admit). I will also be relaxing, playing video games, designing a new pattern or two, writing up an old one or two, and making sweet, sweet love to that man of mine.

In general, enjoying married life.

Rainbow days are good days.

Married!

So, the wedding was fabulous. We found a new place to do my hair (A Wild Hair on University, great place, great people, did me and a few other members of the bridal party with nothing but smiles!), TwinSister did my makeup, with FavoriteAunt's swanky mineral stuff (evidently this stuff is a big deal?), more people showed up than we had anticipated, but everyone could sit and everyone was fed, and the food was FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC (or so I hear, I had three bites of fabulous chicken and that was about it). The music was all a hit, the people were nice and there was no blood sport to speak of.

Galveston was finished and wonderful, I got tons of compliments on him (and I am a whore for compliments, make no mistake - I also told TwinSister to give me a year's notice on her wedding if she wanted a shawl), and all the little kids were safely kept from tantrum-inducing boredom by the oh-so-simple addition of nerf guns at the reception.

We got a ton of pictures, some of which are even developed, and since none of you people know who any of these folks are, I'm going to post a small shot of LittlestBrother that, in my mind, sums up the entire night.



Seriously, this is what the groomsmen did all night, shot each other up with nerf guns.

So yes, all in all it was fabulous. Everyone went home or arranged their own hotel room (none of which were in the same one as ours, thankfully), and we got a bunch of really awesome gifts. Like, a BUNCH of awesome gifts, you have no idea.

At the end of the night, though, it all boils down to one thing:



About goddamn time.