Are you superstitious?

Thought for the day... With Halloween looming in the not so distant future, I found myself thinking today: How superstitious am I? How superstitious are you?



I don't consider myself more superstitious than the average person. I have been known to pick up a penny, tail side down. I step on cracks, and my mother's back is still good. I don't hold my breath when driving past cemeteries (if it's a cemetery that takes a long while to pass, holding your breath that long while driving stands you a good chance of occupying the next plot).

But then again, I also don't flirt cavalierly with bad karma on purpose. I don't walk underneath ladders (especially since it's safer to walk around them anyway). While I don't buy into the whole Bloody Mary legend, the summoning chant would be the last thing I'd even think of doing in a bathroom. And I wouldn't intentionally invoke the Sweater Curse.

But here's a thought... just one of the many flitting in and out of the transom of my caffeinated mind... could the Sweater Curse be avoided if you and a friend each knit a sweater for each other's significant other? How's that for a loophole? What if it worked? All you'd need is to make a deal with a knitter pal with a significant other also in need of some knitwear, and you'd be sorted!

Before I go patting myself on the back, what do you all think? Assuming that the Sweater Curse is real, of course.

L'Amour Brut

I'm now sitting on a little pile of Mont Blanc in Denim that is slowly morphing into... something.



Embarking on a pattern idea from scratch (at least for me) is one part imagination and five parts desire - with a dash of suspense thrown in. In the end it's a lot of work that doesn't feel like a chore because what we love is the journey as well as the destination.

Axelle... in love!

LOVE!

It's the kind of relationship that you know with each passing day can only get stronger. The kind of tie that lasts. The knowledge that nothing short of a force majeur, a freak natural catastrophe could ever part you.

*sigh*

Yes, I've fallen absolutely irrevocably in love.

With the iPhone.



Which is, thanks to all the new cool applications in the iTunes App Store, so much more than a phone. I swore that I wouldn't be drawn in by the hype - and just for the record I have absolutely no affiliation with Apple or the attendant iCulture. But how can you NOT love something that makes your life so much easier? Take this, for example, the latest (Free) application I downloaded: the Stitch Minder. (check it out under App Store > Lifestyle)

So simple. So self-explanatory. So bloody useful! With just a tap it keeps track of # of rows, lines, pattern repeats, increases... it's this knitter's new best friend. :)



Call me a geek, but God I love technology.

Cold Shoulder

This morning I woke up with a sneeze. And then a shiver. Where did the summer go? Just the other day it was 94 degrees and sunny, and today suddenly I'm wearing three layers of clothing!

So my fingers may be cold, but that only means they're going to have to have something to DO. I have a project - actually a couple of projects - in mind, but am stuck on the color(s).

So far I'm drawing inspiration from all the cashmere colorways I've been sending out recently, but in particular this one: Briar Blue and Turquoise (shown here in Estelle).



Hmm...

Will let you know when lightning strikes!