Category Archives: Friends

Pollyanna versus the Dying Blogs

Our blogroll now has two categories:

  1. Blogroll – Active
  2. Blogroll – Worth Reading the Archives

I certainly hope that first category is self-explanatory.

Unfortunately, not every blog fits it the way it once did.

Much like me and my jeans. But I digress…

Some of our friends and favorite bloggers have stopped blogging, or just don’t blog very much any more. And we miss them and keep checking their blogs in case things change. If they do, y’all can bet they will be moved right back into the first category.

Seems they have developed lives that are too busy for blogging, or something. Weird.

But their blogs are still funny and insightful.

As are the blogs in the Category the First.

I encourage you to stroll over to the right column to explore these gems for yourself.

Go ahead. We’ll be here with the sweet tea when y’all get back.


Pollyanna, cyber stalker of weirdness

Lyda here.

I can’t stay long, because I’m reading every. single. one. of the old posts on The Bloggess. Also I ordered her book, and I have to go to see if it is waiting for me in my P.O. box.

Yes, I have a post office box instead of a real mailing address. Because I’ve moved too many times in the last three years to keep the post office updated and I do want my mail, even if it is almost exclusively junk mail consisting of fat AARP envelopes telling me I need more insurance to pay for my funeral, and other cheery advertisements to make me feel older than God. Seriously, they must mail this stuff to me three or four times a week. My conclusion is that the people over there retired too early and have too much time on their hands. Someone check into that, would you?

But I digress…

And maybe 4 moves in 3 years doesn’t seem like that many times, but the first one was so traumatic that it really should count for a billion times. And then I accidentally moved into the House of Filth (hello cockroaches, I’ll be subletting this room from you…), and then back to Chez Disney Condo, which my landlords/roommates then SOLD and I was forced to move again, and we moved into Chez Disney House which will always be full of half-empty boxes and random workmen fixing stuff I did not know was broken. And which is too far away, even if I do get to see horses on the way home from work which makes my Texas heart happy.

Plus I’m currently living without cable and it’s making me cranky. How can I be a balanced, contributing member of society without HGTV and BBC America?

And I’m looking for a new place right now even though the voice in the back of my head says I’m crazy to even think about it.

And anyway, I should have reached my lifetime quota of moves already, as I lived more places before I was 10 than the gypsies did in all of the last century.

But I digress again…

Also, I have a p.o. box because I’m afraid of stalkers.

Even though now I’m in danger of being one. See first paragraph.


I’m like that.

Obsessive, I mean.

When I become interested in something, I can go on and on about it for hours – and frequently do, which might explain why my friends and family live far far away…


Anyway, I have to go now because if I wait too long the horses will be inside the barns, and I won’t get to see the rabbits eating the grass in the park. Which always makes me shout “BUNNIES!!!” in a giddy voice, over and over, as if I were a stunned 3-year-old.

And then I start wondering if the horses and bunnies will become zombies when the Zombie Apocalypse happens. And if they do, will they say “Graaaaaaaaaaasssssssss”?

Stuff like this explains why no one car pools with me.

But I digress…

I’m going to the post office now.

Probably y’all should issue an alert of some kind.


Pollyanna loves her booty

Uh… booties, that is. Baby booties, to be precise.

Lyda here. When last I wrote about these, I was still learning to count.

At last, and with a great flourish, I present for your admiration:

Purple Baby Booties for Sweet Pea!

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I still call the baby Sweet Pea – although she does have an official name – because Sweet Pea was her “in vitro” name, the one we all called her before she was born. But I digress…

Let’s get another look at those tiny foot covers. Note the cute ruffly effect at the back:

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Note the cute little toes:

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Could the ribbon match the yarn any more perfectly?

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No. No, it could not.

Y’all may notice that I took these pictures on the seat of the car in the bright morning light. I finished them the night before, and couldn’t wait to give them to Sweet Pea’s mom, my dear friend and coworker.

She was thrilled with them!

She not only took a picture to send to everyone she knew:


Exhibit A – again, note the cute ruffly effect at the back. And the stripes!

She hugged me and then said she was going to show everyone in the office.

Which she did.

Every. Single. Person.

She says she is going to put them in a shadow box and hang them on the nursery wall when Sweet Pea outgrows them.


So, details and credits and what-not…

Pattern:  Free Baby’s Best Booties Knitting Pattern As you see, there are lots of free patterns at TLC. This pattern was recommended by Anna-Liza’s daughter, a very talented knitter and, I am proud to say, my friend.

Yarn:   Serenity Garden Yarn in Crocus  purchased from Jo-Ann’s Fabrics – fine #2 yarn, very soft, lovely colors that self-stripe on the booties, and machine washable. I used less than 1 skein on these booties – probably 2/3 of a skein.

Needles:  size 3 circular bamboo needles (but straight needles work for this)

Ribbon:  Offray purple polka dotted ribbon I found at Jo-Ann’s – not washable, but too perfect a match to pass up

Adjustments to pattern:

Heel-to-ankle seam:  I stitched it with the cast-on edge on the outside, instead of inside. That’s how I got the ruffly effect on the back, mostly because my cast-on stitches are bigger than the rest of the knitting. Happy accident. Also, I did not stitch all the way up to the end – instead, I left the top of the back open to match the front of the booties. This give a bit more looseness to the ankles, and allows for size adjustments by tying the ribbon tighter or looser. But mostly, I just like the way it looked – sort of like Robin Hood’s booties.

Ribbon attachment:  Instead of weaving the ribbon through the stitches around the ankle, I created a loop of yarn at the back for the ribbon to go through. The ribbon can be easily removed for washing, or replaced if it gets frayed or lost.

“So, now that these are done, what are you going to do, Pollyanna?”

“Knit some more, of course!”

And also, check off an item on my Bucket List. Woo-hoo!




Pollyanna muddles about

Lyda here.

I’ve been playing with sticks and string again.

The yarn:  Caron Super Soft in Dark Sage in worsted weight.

The needles:  size 6 circular

I used this yarn to create 7 dishcloths in all, with a tiny bit left over. I made two using this Witches Hat Dishcloth pattern from Convivial Crafter’s blog. I made two with rows of garter stitch and stockinette stitch, and a garter stitch border. I made one with squares of garter stitch and stockinette stitch. And I made two with all-over Double Moss Stitch. There are bigger pictures of most of these in this post, but here they are together, in all their glory. They are going to my friend Irish Beauty, who needs some knitted witches hats in her life, methinks. And who won’t mind the knitting mistakes.

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I got the pattern for the Double Moss Stitch from this old book, Harmony’s “Knitting Starting Stitches” which was a gift from Anna-Liza when I was first assimilated   when I first started knitting. She sent me the book in a knitting care package, with some other things including yarn from her stash. Friends share their interests. Good friends share their obsessions. Great friends share their stash.

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The best part of any gift from Anna-Liza are the little notes she puts on everything. This book’s note says: “Okay, the photos are dated and the large projects are lame, but the stitch patterns are good and go from easy to difficult.” I always save the notes.

I’ll write down and post the “patterns” I used for the dishcloths, in case any one is interested.

Next, I played with a bit of alpaca she sent me. Baby soft yellow.

“Left over from a pair of booties I made. I just wanted you to have a chance to play with alpaca,” says the note.

Mmmm, alpaca.

I just knit what there was on size 9 needles. I got a lovely lacy rectangle of buttery soft goodness. I’m going to keep it and pet it and call it George.

Pollyanna’s on the move

Lyda here.

It’s been a bit crazier than usual around Chez Disney, where I live with my two friends and their nutty but lovable Disney Dog.

You see, my friends decided to sell their condo and buy a house. They gave me the news Sunday night, and there’s an open house for the condo this Saturday. Yes, they move fast!

So, all three of us have been packing stuff up in a frenzy. They are moving tons of stuff into a storage unit, for that “my, isn’t this spacious” look. We have all been getting by on less sleep. At least the dog is getting his exercise, running up and down the stairs with us.

Most of my books are already in storage – gasp! – and I’ve got to get the fabric and sewing machine packed up next. Oh, the suffering! I can’t believe how much fabric I have. Once the move is over, I will need to do some serious stash busting. But no time for that now!

So it’s knitting for me for a while – small, portable, and without the myriad bits and pieces of quilting. I kept out my knitting books, and I plan to practice some stitch patterns while making dishcloths. Small, portable… you get it.

Oh, the things I do for my friends!


Pollyanna and the Siblings of Awesomeness!

Lyda here.

My siblings are in no way connected to Doom. They are in every way connected to Awesome.

Today is National Siblings Day. A good day to tell siblings – genetic or otherwise – how much they mean to you.

What do I mean, genetic or otherwise?

One of my own (genetic) siblings taught me something important about families, which was reinforced in my psychology studies.

There is your family of origin, into which you were born or adopted. Depending on the family, it could include parents, siblings, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, ancestors – the whole family tree.

And there is your family of choice. These are the people that you choose as your family. This could include one or more partners, close friends, and mentors. A broader definition could include those to whom you feel a deep bond – whether or not you have ever met them, and those who inspire you –  artists, writers, spiritual leaders, political figures, and so on.

Sometimes both your family of origin and your family of choice enrich your lives. Sometimes, for a variety of reasons, those from your family of origin are not in your life.

I feel lucky when it comes to family.

My family of origin includes my genetic siblings:  four brothers and a sister who enrich my life with love, laughter, and all manner of wonderfulness. My family has expanded to include one fabulous brother-in-law, two beautiful sister-in-laws, and a joyful abundance of nieces, nephews, grand-nieces, and grand-nephews.

My family of choice includes Anna-Liza and her family, Irish Beauty, and so many more, many friends, mentors, guides, and companions. I am lucky to have many amazing siblings this way.

And of course, any definition of “my family” starts and ends with my wonderful son, known on this blog as the Sith Master.

Today, I want to hug them all and thank them for being in my life.

I love you, family!