When It Rains it Pours
Well, so Issue four is shaping up, but my camera is dead as a doornail. So I’m going to do the best I can, and hope for the best.
I got my thank You packet sent FINALLY and I also got Nikki’s prize sent, sorry Nikki! I put in some extras to make up for it.
So I’ve caught up a little, at least on mailing.
So issue 4 is coming along, but day before yesterday my camera broke. I have a “Protection Plan” which basicly means, “We will fix or replace it, but only in a couple three weeks or so.” Of course when you BUY the plan it sounds a lot more like “Oh if it breaks we will fix or replace it immediately.” I don’t think I will be buying a camera from anywhere but a small shop in the future. Anyway the pictures are just what I had around, and are relevant or not, but fun to look at.
So I have two scarves done, don’t need to explain the lack of pictures do I? I am working on the design for a Fair Isle Beret, toasty toes, knitted puppets (Dominic’s design, cool huh) and a bunch of 0ther stuff I probably won’t be able to finish on time. Dominic finished his hat, and it is adorable, but again, you know why there isn’t a picture, stupid camera people.
I STILL haven’t heard from Knitty, I had been warned, but you would think they would know three months later if they wanted it or not. It only bugs me, because it is a REALLY good article, and I would LOVE to publish it. ARRRG!
ok, this post is getting boring, here;s a doily pattern from Issue 4.

This was knit in fingering weight and came out quite large, about 24 inches in diameter. It is very lovely. I still have to figure out the chart, it is based off an old public domain pattern.
This is Francis.
On a personal note, (going to be a long and probably boring story about colic and breast feeding) I am pregnant with baby #5, so right now we are trudging through morning sickness and moodiness. Here’s the deal. Once the baby is born, I go on a VERY restricted diet. No eggs, no milk, no soy, and no peanuts. Milk AND eggs AND soy is rough, however, with Baby one, and two they screamed for hours a day, The Boy screamed only for about 4 hours. The Girl screamed for over 10 hours a day and ended up on medication for irritable bowel. So Baby 3 came and I learned that eggs and peanuts could trigger colic in breastfed babies. (I knew about milk and tried that with baby2) That baby was happy, with hardly any colic, as long as I didn’t eat any of that stuff. OH look, a chicken…

Ok, so then William came along, and again, very little stomach problems or screaming on the diet. SO where am I going with this? It stinks on ice to live on that diet, and I hate it. First of all the only condiment you can have is fake butter, ketchup, mustard and bbq. Not so great with some things, like uh tuna. No dessert pretty much, as practically all baked goods have milk or eggs in them. (I can make a pie, but it’s not as good as usual) In my previous pregnancies I was always on this diet for Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Anyway, enough of me being whiny about it, I think I “may” have a solution out there in the yard. I’ve been reading about sheep’s milk. Sheep’s milk is a premeir milk used for cheeses, but it is also good for drinking and cooking. Most importantly the type of protein in sheep milk is very easy to digest. It is much less likely to cause upset stomach or gas, because the protien chains are very short and simple. So maybe I could use sheep milk??? We’re going to find out it would seem. This is my little “Flour Girl”.
This piece is called, Le Grande Menage, flour on hardwood and throw rug, by Teresa Jackson
Beau also got into Ravelry, his username is WBJ and I have been on there for some time as SpindleAndWheel I didn’t think about it, or I could have been spindle, and he could have been wheel. Aint that cute? hee hee. ah well.
So that’s whats going on, heres the short version: busted camera, puking editor, Beau on ravelry, want to milk the sheep, knitty won’t email me, got two scarves done and my packages mailed. Oh yeah and the sheep seem to be starting to get down to business. One had quite the tail end hairdo the other morning. So, 4 down, 5 to go. Excuse me, oh wait you didn’t hear that, oh well, I’m pregnant, and I can’t help it.
Off I go to enjoy my nausea.





