today i am a goldfish,
a goldfish that cannot walk nor talk
"ummm, actually Tif, is not that true of most goldfish?"
ah, good point dearest reader, as my grandmother would have said,
"there are no flies on you"
i cannot walk because i did yoga
i cannot talk because i went to the dentist
and i am a goldfish because
ever since i did yoga my short term memory
has been zapped
this makes me a little fretful for my small beings knitty vest i embarked upon yesterday. after quite the rocky start (and i do mean a rocky start) i am on my way
i am thinking i would like to make it into a little knitty frock but no, no i must not, i must stick to the master plan and stay strong. NO wavering allowed on this knitty watch! my goldfish cogs will not allow such fool hardiness, plus i only have one skein of 'love you like no other colour' greeny goodness. (good point)
and on that knitty note,
yesterday before i became a goldfish i joined Ravelry.
i have been pondering this for some time, the pondering grew quite long due to 'dottie angel' not being available on Ravelry. (sniff sniff) after i got over this upset, i pondered for 3 further months till yesterday i threw caution to the wind and joined.
you can find me right here.... did you find me?
it will take me a little whiles to set up my new home but for now, it is looking semi-spiffy i feel.
you will also find my first published crochet pattern.
well i suppose that is not quite true as some are published in books, but the first to be officially put out into the world as such, in quite a big arena, amongst dearies who know a thing or two about yarn, if you see what i mean? truth be told, i am a little shaky about the whole thing.
and so it came to be, my lovely place of work and loitering, invited me to design a crochet pattern for the local LYS tour (local yarn store) which happened to happen this past long weekend. 25 knitting stores in this area of quite a bit of largeness participated. that is quite extraordinary is it not? 25 yarny stores! i think that does warm the yarny heart.
well now the tour is over with, Tolt has popped both my crochet cowl pattern and Veronika's muchly loved hat pattern up on Ravelry.
if you are a crochet dearie and you have a Mr Hook then you can find the 'Entwistle' pattern right over here on this fine page
so that is that, and this is this, and if perhaps or perchance you are thinking, this is quite a marathon of a ramble for one who claims the memory of a goldfish. i will confess, this was all scribbled on paper for fear not one thought would stay long enough in my gold fish cogs to tippity tap this post.
and now if you were to test me, to say "Tif, tell me what you wrote up the top of this post, what was your first bit of ramble?" i pinky swear, i could not tell, even if the little caterpillar in my back yard's life depended upon it....
"ummm, would that be the one you trod on Tif?"
well, yes but it was an accident and one that left me traumatized
"interesting, and rather horrid don't you think Tif? swearing on his life, knowing it had been taken, just days prior... so how come you can recall that, not such a gold fish after all eh?"
ha! i see your sneaky tricky ways, trying to trip me up, i will confess the caterpillar crime happened just a few days ago, i will confess i lost sleep over it, however in my goldfish state of mind defense, can i point out i have only become a goldfish since this morning and thus everything since this morning is lost the moment it is thought, in a black hole somewhere out there... never to be seen again
"a bit like the little caterpillar eh Tif?"
ummm, yes, tis true...
and now i must away laden-ed with guilt, to my knitty vest, hopeful the memory of what i did stitchy wise last night, is still rolling around the cogs this afternoon.
"that's the spirit, Tif"
merci my petit pois