<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17687362</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 23:06:42 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Mollywobbles</title><description>Musings of a happily married, middle-aged male, Jewish litigation paralegal. Who knits.  Wow. It's even more exciting when you read it in print.</description><link>http://mollywobbles.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Aidan)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>361</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17687362.post-902283888641643733</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 22:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-21T16:35:02.940-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lace</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>knitting</category><title>MO PROGRESS</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/SwhpgQqBffI/AAAAAAAAA_o/c39l5M-q-4I/s1600/knitting+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/SwhpgQqBffI/AAAAAAAAA_o/c39l5M-q-4I/s400/knitting+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406687355606236658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I finished this in August on the flight home from Dublin, I didn't block it until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pattern:  &lt;a href="http://ysolda.com/wordpress/2009/01/14/ishbel-pattern/"&gt;Ishbel&lt;/a&gt; by Ysolda Teague.  Yarn:  Malabrigo Lace in Glazed Carrot.  Less than one skein.  (I still have 1.25 skeins left.  Any ideas what I should do with them?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Swhpn4_t--I/AAAAAAAAA_w/IiVjry1aI-o/s1600/knitting+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Swhpn4_t--I/AAAAAAAAA_w/IiVjry1aI-o/s400/knitting+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406687486693735394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for Myfanwe.  She's allergic to lace, but I think, since it is in her favorite color, she might be able to wear this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I can only see its flaws.  I am an average knitter, but I am a below-average finisher.  If they had taught blocking at my high school, I would have finished in the lower third of my class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17687362-1423622582909804425?l=mollywobbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mollywobbles.blogspot.com/2009/11/calling-out-to-my-seattle-peeps.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aidan)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17687362.post-219002306739684549</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 20:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-30T15:44:08.181-05:00</atom:updated><title>I'd Write a Haiku, But I'm Too Damn Tired.</title><description>When last we commiserated the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mollywobbles&lt;/span&gt; family was leaving to spend a weekend with the Royal Family.  We had a wonderful time at St. George's Castle, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Principessa&lt;/span&gt; was thrilled with her shawl.  She's looking great for someone who has been under the weather, and we had a celebratory birthday feast -- my first Peking Duck! -- and a fabulous, relaxing weekend with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rumball&lt;/span&gt;-St. George's and the adorable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Infanta&lt;/span&gt;, Little Bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to drag my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tuchas&lt;/span&gt; in to work on Monday morning, but I did.  And it may have been the worst day I've ever had in the office.  We were informed that a big case had, overnight, become a BIG CASE and would require Herculean effort to accomplish.  And they laid off one of the staff that provides me and my boss with a huge amount of assistance and has been working on our stuff for the last 8 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I'm going to manage the amount of work we have.  I feel lucky that we have identified some able people who can give me some of their time, but I could use a LOT more people.  I feel so close to panic all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to get in at least one hour knitting a day.  I can usually bank on getting half an hour in the morning and I try to get another half or a whole hour when I get home -- 8:30 or 9:00.  Sometimes I'm just too tired, though.   (And knitting lace isn't something one should do when drowsy -- a &lt;a href="http://mollywobbles.blogspot.com/2007/07/learn-from-my-mistakes.html"&gt;lesson I learned&lt;/a&gt; after some oral surgery.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cathedral Window shawl is up to 544 stitches in a row.  I'd post pictures, but right now it looks like a placenta.  I won't know until I've finished the 49 rows of 1088 stitches if it will need another increase to 2176 stitches.  When I've finished the 49 rows of 1088 stitches I plan to run a huge lifeline and then take it off the needle and pin it out to see how bit the sucker really is.  Then I'll make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post again when I can.  Stay well.  Be good.  Have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I reserve a greater fondness still for buying books.  One of the few things I like more than buying books is knitting lace.  And one of the things I like doing most of all is buying books on knitting lace.  This, however, is a rare sort of treat, as good books on lace are few and far between.  I have only a couple books devoted solely to lace.  (I am still looking for an affordable copy of Gladys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Amedro's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shetland Lace.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Myfanwe&lt;/span&gt; refuses to let me spend that kind of money on a used knitting book.  But please don't judge her.  She's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;muggle&lt;/span&gt;.  She just doesn't understand. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently -- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, today on my lunch hour -- purchased a copy of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Marrianne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kinzel's&lt;/span&gt; 1953 book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First Book of Modern Knitting&lt;/span&gt;, which has a few interesting patterns.  I've already read all of the substantive text and the line by line of a couple of the patterns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I think?  Well, it's mostly stuff I would never make -- doilies and tea cloths, each knit out of crochet cotton, starched, then blocked withing an inch of its life.  But her technique is good, and her method of blocking is interesting.   And I'm thinking that the same pattern for a 64" square tablecloth, knit in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;drapey&lt;/span&gt; alpaca or silk blend, would be a wicked shawl!  And who knows.  I might find it in me to knit a doily or two some day.  They look to be quick and would make lovely gifts for the 80 year old women on my gift list.  (Wait.  I'm the only 80 year old woman on my gift list.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is a little anachronistic.  It was written for housewives.  Housewives in the 1950's.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kinzel's&lt;/span&gt; stated aim was "...to inspire the needlewoman of to-day [sic] to take up, in a new fashion, the old and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt; art of lace knitting which enjoyed a tremendous popularity in the 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century."  (I'm not imagining it, am I?  She did just call me a needlewoman, didn't she?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dedication of the book reads &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thusly&lt;/span&gt;:  "A Dedication to ENGLAND, refuge through centuries of the persecuted, the proscribed, the people without a country, where my husband and I sought haven in exile and found most happily a welcome, a country, and a home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where she was from originally, but I'm willing to bet it wasn't Ireland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I didn't buy much, but the street was welcoming and vital and a wonderful place to watch people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sq7nvEyILcI/AAAAAAAAA-U/7AF8uivhHOA/s1600-h/Ireland+Day+1+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sq7nvEyILcI/AAAAAAAAA-U/7AF8uivhHOA/s400/Ireland+Day+1+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381493400678182338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best pastry I had in Ireland...an apple tart served -- of all places -- in the tea shop at the Newgrange/Boyne Valley visitors center.  I never passed up an opportunity to sit down  and have a pot of tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sq7ncAQMUcI/AAAAAAAAA-M/8rNaZ_qGqNA/s1600-h/Ireland+Day+4+and+5+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sq7ncAQMUcI/AAAAAAAAA-M/8rNaZ_qGqNA/s400/Ireland+Day+4+and+5+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381493073044591042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but think of my sock knitting comrades back in the States!  I now have visions of 75 knitters rushing to the interwebs looking for transparent Converse sneakers/trainers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sq7m8ZlzaKI/AAAAAAAAA-E/rcfpy0NXnkc/s1600-h/Ireland+Day+6+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sq7m8ZlzaKI/AAAAAAAAA-E/rcfpy0NXnkc/s400/Ireland+Day+6+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381492530090305698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Norbert took this picture of me knitting at Malehide Castle.  I felt very much at home, knitting there.  If anyone has a castle they aren't using, let me know.  I'll go and knit there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sq7mqFGCL3I/AAAAAAAAA98/CM66bFGcnrc/s1600-h/NDG+Ireland+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sq7mqFGCL3I/AAAAAAAAA98/CM66bFGcnrc/s400/NDG+Ireland+133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381492215350701938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myfanwe and I both fell in love.  We both want to go back.  Now.  And every day away is just a little sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT ELSE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The holidays have snuck up on me.  I have four days to plan and prepare Rosh Hashanah dinner.  My house looks like we are housing the Jodes for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long should a generous rectangular shawl be?  Really.  I need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Editor's Note:  Norbert fell in love with Ireland as well.  I apologize for the omission.  In addition, he deserves an award for being a real trouper.  He is really quite pleasant to travel with.  We are, as ever, eternally grateful that G-d gave us Norbert!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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ABOUT VACATION:  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;These are just SOME of the pics.  In no order.  I'll post more if the whim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;strikes&lt;/span&gt; me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a lovely hike on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Howth&lt;/span&gt; Head.  Aside from seeing Dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sinead&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Malachy&lt;/span&gt;, this may have been my favorite thing we did.  Well, outside of the prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm-HjbFf0I/AAAAAAAAA90/3cwnvHzOTXw/s1600-h/Ireland+Day+7+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm-HjbFf0I/AAAAAAAAA90/3cwnvHzOTXw/s400/Ireland+Day+7+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380040266847977282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The views along the hike are breathtaking.  The heather was in bloom.  Those yellow flowers you see are orchids.  Amazing.  And then look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm90CWkYXI/AAAAAAAAA9s/J_ycV9wBFjo/s1600-h/Ireland+Day+7+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm90CWkYXI/AAAAAAAAA9s/J_ycV9wBFjo/s400/Ireland+Day+7+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380039931553145202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm9ovsR9ZI/AAAAAAAAA9k/35jixK6y2lg/s1600-h/Ireland+Day+7+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm9ovsR9ZI/AAAAAAAAA9k/35jixK6y2lg/s400/Ireland+Day+7+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380039737565377938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Howth&lt;/span&gt; from the North.  We hiked all the way to the end, around, then up to the summit.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm9aNJSOHI/AAAAAAAAA9c/4mtDM7oi1jc/s1600-h/Ireland+Day+7+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm9aNJSOHI/AAAAAAAAA9c/4mtDM7oi1jc/s400/Ireland+Day+7+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380039487773620338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you are ever in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sandcove&lt;/span&gt;, we highly recommend this pub.  The BEST mushroom soup you could ever hope for.  Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm9QqGtU2I/AAAAAAAAA9U/o6bsNWcj-ZI/s1600-h/Ireland+Day+7+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm9QqGtU2I/AAAAAAAAA9U/o6bsNWcj-ZI/s400/Ireland+Day+7+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380039323748750178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocks at the seaside at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sandycove&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm9FS4aNAI/AAAAAAAAA9M/ON1low_63UI/s1600-h/Ireland+Day+7+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm9FS4aNAI/AAAAAAAAA9M/ON1low_63UI/s400/Ireland+Day+7+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380039128536200194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Newgrange&lt;/span&gt; -- a Neolithic passage tomb in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Boyne&lt;/span&gt; Valley.  Very, very cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm87-3XCSI/AAAAAAAAA9E/gPXaLSWmSo0/s1600-h/Ireland+Day+4+and+5+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm87-3XCSI/AAAAAAAAA9E/gPXaLSWmSo0/s400/Ireland+Day+4+and+5+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380038968544266530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Boyne&lt;/span&gt; River.  The water was high, and the river spirited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm8xiVzHoI/AAAAAAAAA88/VxRVxv4zlFw/s1600-h/Ireland+Day+4+and+5+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm8xiVzHoI/AAAAAAAAA88/VxRVxv4zlFw/s400/Ireland+Day+4+and+5+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380038789088616066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Hills of Tara.  Note:  The hills of Tara are active sheep pastures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm8maXrWJI/AAAAAAAAA80/cYZD6jJqtYY/s1600-h/Ireland+Day+4+and+5+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm8maXrWJI/AAAAAAAAA80/cYZD6jJqtYY/s400/Ireland+Day+4+and+5+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380038597970450578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A statue of St. Patrick at the Hills of Tara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm8dnTF_AI/AAAAAAAAA8s/Pk4gZuUnzpE/s1600-h/Ireland+Day+4+and+5+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm8dnTF_AI/AAAAAAAAA8s/Pk4gZuUnzpE/s400/Ireland+Day+4+and+5+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380038446822063106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And such a lovely view from Tara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm8Ua9AqGI/AAAAAAAAA8k/p0JEKvXbfe8/s1600-h/Ireland+Day+4+and+5+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm8Ua9AqGI/AAAAAAAAA8k/p0JEKvXbfe8/s400/Ireland+Day+4+and+5+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380038288889391202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dublin Castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm8FthmGSI/AAAAAAAAA8c/Hk0Km74BDwo/s1600-h/Ireland+Day+3+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm8FthmGSI/AAAAAAAAA8c/Hk0Km74BDwo/s400/Ireland+Day+3+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380038036176640290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The castle garden:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm774IfugI/AAAAAAAAA8U/dPU8rXAbcJ0/s1600-h/Ireland+Day+3+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm774IfugI/AAAAAAAAA8U/dPU8rXAbcJ0/s400/Ireland+Day+3+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380037867225463298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The throne room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm709IrTjI/AAAAAAAAA8M/2JYw8hZ2r2Y/s1600-h/Ireland+Day+3+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm709IrTjI/AAAAAAAAA8M/2JYw8hZ2r2Y/s400/Ireland+Day+3+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380037748309315122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Malahide&lt;/span&gt; Castle.  (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Which&lt;/span&gt; was in the Talbot family for over 800 years!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm7pAqYAsI/AAAAAAAAA8E/BJMJjZTbU2Q/s1600-h/Ireland+Day+3+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm7pAqYAsI/AAAAAAAAA8E/BJMJjZTbU2Q/s400/Ireland+Day+3+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380037543097533122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ Church Cathedral:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm7XHTUp4I/AAAAAAAAA78/sF0bSOUwBSs/s1600-h/Ireland+Day+2+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm7XHTUp4I/AAAAAAAAA78/sF0bSOUwBSs/s400/Ireland+Day+2+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380037235642247042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm7OQNVIqI/AAAAAAAAA70/HAqdmDUXzfM/s1600-h/Ireland+Day+2+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm7OQNVIqI/AAAAAAAAA70/HAqdmDUXzfM/s400/Ireland+Day+2+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380037083414209186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Myfanwe&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Nortbert&lt;/span&gt; at the water portion of the Guinness Storehouse tour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm7EYZmsvI/AAAAAAAAA7s/EdZpKSlxsro/s1600-h/Ireland+Day+2+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm7EYZmsvI/AAAAAAAAA7s/EdZpKSlxsro/s400/Ireland+Day+2+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380036913814483698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved the name of this shop, but never got in to look for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;knoba&lt;/span&gt; for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;diningroom&lt;/span&gt; sideboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm66G4jLWI/AAAAAAAAA7k/g9kcSoVN-Ts/s1600-h/Ireland+Day+2+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm66G4jLWI/AAAAAAAAA7k/g9kcSoVN-Ts/s400/Ireland+Day+2+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380036737313746274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This place is only open from 10 am to 1 pm, weekdays.  And I was never walking by when it was open.  I would have loved a keepsake tin or baking pan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm6wkNXsbI/AAAAAAAAA7c/iZQeDFfwgt8/s1600-h/Ireland+Day+2+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Sqm6wkNXsbI/AAAAAAAAA7c/iZQeDFfwgt8/s400/Ireland+Day+2+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380036573387010482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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A very good place to start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="NGEBody"&gt;Day 1 – which is really day 1 and 2, but we are just going to call it day 1 .The flight to Dublin was awful.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;None of us slept for more than 5 minutes.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I sat next to an obviously troubled older woman with a jerky husband.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He complained loudly that the light above him wouldn’t turn off.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He kept complaining, even after they offered to move them to two seats elsewhere in the plane.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But no, they stayed where they were.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mrs. JerkyMan divided her time between a) commenting on my knitting and saying – at least 100 times – that she only knit wash clothes and only knit them out of “crochet cotton”, as well as giving me a price history for the price of crochet cotton at Wallmart stores in Virginia over the last 10 years; b) leaning over he tray table and whimpering and/or sobbing; and c) twitching in her sleep – especially when her feet were touching mine. (She twitched so actively, if we’d wrapped her in copper we could have generated electricity.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="NGEBody"&gt;Our first day in Dublin was exciting, but exhausting.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Our hotel – the Ballsbridge Towers, one of the D4 hotels -- was lovely, and our accommodations were definitely first class.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Both Myfanwe and I have live in (several) apartments that were smaller!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Our suite had a living room and a dining room!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(That sat 8, no less!)&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And a kitchenette.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And 3 – count ‘em – THREE flat-screen televisions!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We even had a television in the master bath!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We LOVED the bathrooms. Norbert had his own, and ours had a great shower and a spectacular soaking tub (with said television). I didn't think we'd use the tub at first, but you'd be surprised how many times we used it. (Our feet hurt a LOT over the week!) 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	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="NGEBody"&gt;Sunday night we were supposed to meet my friend Sinead and her partner, Malachy, for a pint a bite, but along about 4:00 I called and asked if we could reschedule for the next night.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I only did this when Myfanwe and I had both fallen asleep at the National Museum of Decorative Arts.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(An excellent museum, BTW.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Norbert loved the arms and armor exhibit.)&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We both fell asleep so soundly that, when we woke up, neither of us had a good idea of how long we’d been asleep.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sinead was kind enough to reschedule, and we went home to the hotel where we had every intention of ordering a pizza from D4Pizza in the hotel.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Instead, we all passed out.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Norbert with his clothes on.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;End of Day 1.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="NGEBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="NGEBody"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/SpxkFdTAs4I/AAAAAAAAA7U/2wCALwksPPI/s1600-h/Ireland+Day+6+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376282100100019074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/SpxkFdTAs4I/AAAAAAAAA7U/2wCALwksPPI/s400/Ireland+Day+6+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="NGEBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="NGEBody"&gt;Knitting. Let's see. This isn't limited to Day 1, but I'll cover my knitting stuff all at once. I took three projects, and I knit on all three. On the way there I mostly knit on the Koigu scarf I'm knitting for myself. Stockinette can be terribly boring, after a while. But I put about 2.5 feet behind me. I also got half a repeat or so knit on the Lace Dream shawl. And I -- drum roll please -- finished the Ishbel I was knitting for Myfanwe. (Only just barely. I finished casting off in the air somewhere east of Wawa, Ontario on the flight home.) I went to a lovely shop, This is Knit, while in Dublin. -- see the pic, above . I didn't purchase anything, but I had a lovely time looking and talking to the staff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="NGEBody"&gt;Places I knit: Dublin Castle, Malaheide Castle, Kilmainom Gaol, on the train, on the bus, at the Guiness Storehouse, a couple of museums, a cemetary, Trinity College, seaside at Dun Laoghaire and at Sandycove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="NGEBody"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17687362-2734153686826622671?l=mollywobbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mollywobbles.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aidan)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17687362.post-6338377073193895596</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Aug 2009 20:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-16T19:59:48.693-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Vacation</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>knitting</category><title>Omaha!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Socc4GVkKqI/AAAAAAAAA6U/-FjLOvUVq7M/s1600-h/Omaha+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT'S NOT JUST FOR STEAKS ANYMORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Norbert's best friend from camp, Woodrow, was called to the Torah as a bar mitvah this morning, and Norbert was invited.   While I love a good bar mitzvah luncheon as much as anyone, normally this wouldn't be anything to blog about.  Except that Woodrow lives in Omaha, Nebraska, which is several blocks from beautiful Hyde Park, Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; to counter with when Norbert comes home from therapy and says I never cared for him.  So I immediately said, "Great!  I'd love to drive to Omaha!  This will be fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mapquest says that Omaha is 7 hours, 52 minutes from our doorstep.  And it is.  As long as you can hold your water for 7:52, it might even be a minute or two more than you need.  But no more.  If you are middle-aged, have had a child, or worry about deep tissue thrombosis, it takes 9 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would venture, though, that it was well worth the drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to two synagogue services -- no camera allowed -- a dinner last night and a luncheon this afternoon, we took a little walk on the Bob Kerry Pedestrian Bridge.  See below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Soccew5rYqI/AAAAAAAAA6E/mMDbq30FCVc/s1600-h/Omaha+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Soccew5rYqI/AAAAAAAAA6E/mMDbq30FCVc/s400/Omaha+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370292395511079586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/SoccqxLREDI/AAAAAAAAA6M/0udBBGvBf6Y/s1600-h/Omaha+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/SoccqxLREDI/AAAAAAAAA6M/0udBBGvBf6Y/s400/Omaha+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370292601743282226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Kerry Bridge spans the Missouri River between Omaha, Nebraska and Council Bluffs, Iowa.  It's a pretty cool bridge.  I don't know that I have ever seen a curved suspension bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to Iowa and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/SoccTBCopcI/AAAAAAAAA58/m7IgclevTN8/s1600-h/Omaha+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/SoccTBCopcI/AAAAAAAAA58/m7IgclevTN8/s400/Omaha+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370292193685185986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bridge, we went looking for a Starbucks on the way back to the hotel.  Myfanwe was feeling a need.  And we came upon a Starbucks in a lovely retail development -- lots of lovely shops clustered together.  Myfanwe, bless her, suggested I drive around the shops to see if there was a yarn shop.  And there was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shop is called &lt;a href="http://www.stringofpurls.com/"&gt;String of Purls&lt;/a&gt;.  And it might well be the most beautiful, comfortable, spacious yarn shop I have ever set foot into.  This is just one room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/SoccFPMSY0I/AAAAAAAAA50/zSBn-p-k55w/s1600-h/Omaha+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/SoccFPMSY0I/AAAAAAAAA50/zSBn-p-k55w/s400/Omaha+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370291956965598018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owners and staff are incredibly nice women.   They obviously love what they do, and they do it well.  The shop, for lack of a better description, is sort of a Palace of Yarn.  I could easily have spent an entire afternoon there.  Everyone was so genuinely nice.  If you are ever in Omaha, do yourself a favor and put String of Purl on your itinerary.  You won't be sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Socb6oZNfgI/AAAAAAAAA5s/iezi2lxuwc0/s1600-h/Omaha+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Socb6oZNfgI/AAAAAAAAA5s/iezi2lxuwc0/s400/Omaha+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370291774752128514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't ask me why I photographed this scarf.  The best reason I can come up with is that I loved the whimsy.  And I wondered how they made the i-cord off the edge of the scarf.  It was pretty cool.  I think I'd put some bells at the ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a really good week at work.  I feel like I'm getting back to my normal work again.  (Which I really, really like.)  My office no longer looks like the place used paper goes to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging may be a rarity the next two weeks.  Monday through Friday will, I imagine, be working hard at work, then coming home to get packed for Ireland.  (And we will need to tidy up the house -- Li'l Myfanwe and Gale are house sitting for us.)  I'll try to blog from Ireland, but I don't know how good the connection to the interwebs will be at the hotel.  If the connection isn't good, or if we are having such a wickedly good time that I can't pause for a mo to block, I promise lots of pictures and a travelogue when we return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17687362-6338377073193895596?l=mollywobbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mollywobbles.blogspot.com/2009/08/omaha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aidan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/Soccew5rYqI/AAAAAAAAA6E/mMDbq30FCVc/s72-c/Omaha+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17687362.post-6900901916966385407</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 15:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-02T10:50:57.501-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lace</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>knitting</category><title>KNITTING BY THE INTELLECTUALLY CHALLENGED</title><description>I have been fretting over the Lace Dream Shawl for weeks.  I have never been able to get past the 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; row -- which I have ripped back and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;re-knit&lt;/span&gt; at least 10 times.  Each time taking pains to knit exactly as my lace book told me to.  Several times referring back to the original patter (instead of my lace book) to make sure the instructions I had typed and printed in large type were accurate.  I did this repeatedly.  WEEKS.  And if I wasn't re-working the row, I was feeling bad about my inadequacy and inability to complete a simple row of knitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it turns out that I HAD typed the pattern wrong.  And each time I went back to the original pattern, I continued to read it wrong.  WEEKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this morning I have finally made progress.  It hasn't made me happy yet -- I'm still slathered in my own stupidity.  But eventually I will make enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;progress&lt;/span&gt; to force the frustration from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, here are a couple of pics that make me happy.  This is our beloved cat, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Liffey&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Liffey&lt;/span&gt; adores me.  The feeling is mutual.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Liffey&lt;/span&gt; obviously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; hold on to stress like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/SnW0xqTQSEI/AAAAAAAAA5c/zARuvYkl9IE/s1600-h/misc+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/SnW0xqTQSEI/AAAAAAAAA5c/zARuvYkl9IE/s400/misc+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365393296343451714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/SnW1DcXFdKI/AAAAAAAAA5k/hKTXDvPolug/s1600-h/misc+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/SnW1DcXFdKI/AAAAAAAAA5k/hKTXDvPolug/s400/misc+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365393601839068322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.  Speaking of stress.  Have I mentioned that I have put away the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ishbel&lt;/span&gt; shawl for a couple of days because the first row of Chart C doesn't come out right for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Calgon&lt;/span&gt;, take me away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17687362-8545634570777288568?l=mollywobbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mollywobbles.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-feel-stupid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aidan)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17687362.post-3984212787297077653</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 11:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-08T06:46:28.259-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lace</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>knitting</category><title>OFF &amp; ON</title><description>... THE NEEDLES, THAT IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished this piece a few weeks ago, but it has languished, awaiting blocking.  I've no great love for blocking, and it is something I feel I do poorly.  I don't seem to have the intuitive skills necessary to do an exemplary job.  And when I say I find it more difficult than knitting a lace scarf to begin with, they look at me like I have three heads, and one of them is up my arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/SlSC7omioxI/AAAAAAAAA5M/NlnfHIQXaWc/s400/knitting+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356049817873326866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, don't get all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vershtimmeled&lt;/span&gt;.  I fixed the bottom edging before it dried.  The yarn is Alpaca Lace by Cascade in the Turtle colorway.  I used approximately 520 yards, or 1.25 skeins.  The pattern is one of those from The Knitted Lace of Estonia, but I'm too lazy to get out of bed and walk into the library and get the book off the shelf.  (Aren't you proud of me, though?  I got the entire stack of books from my bedside re-shelved!  Myfanwe is quite pleased, anyway.  After a while the pile falls over and makes it hard to walk.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/SlSCshL8txI/AAAAAAAAA5E/gBgyjPJy65w/s1600-h/knitting+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/SlSCshL8txI/AAAAAAAAA5E/gBgyjPJy65w/s400/knitting+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356049558184703762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can't really see the mossy green in the photos -- I'm going to have to learn this camera better before we go to Ireland.  I don't think I've taken a decent picture with it.  I'm sure I just don't know it well enough, but my old camera, which broke, must have been idiot proof, because I couldn't take a bad picture with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/SlSCgZgw76I/AAAAAAAAA48/3Jthw1M9UN4/s1600-h/knitting+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/SlSCgZgw76I/AAAAAAAAA48/3Jthw1M9UN4/s400/knitting+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356049349966098338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for ON the needles.  This shows about half of my progress on the Candle Flame Shawl.  The pattern is free from knitpicks.com.  The yarn, Alpaca Lace by Cascade again, is in the Flax Heather colorway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/SlSCTXxaK1I/AAAAAAAAA40/Qpq7XXpoSZc/s1600-h/knitting+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkaA-fajVbA/SlSCTXxaK1I/AAAAAAAAA40/Qpq7XXpoSZc/s400/knitting+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356049126160739154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This shawl does not have to be completed until January, so I am going to give myself a special dispensation from my One Project At A Time rule.  I have some beautiful Alpaca Lace in Amethyst Heather that I want to cast on.  You will see the Alpaca Lace a lot in the coming months.  It is a joy to work with.  It doesn't split, it is smooth between the fingers, it is easy to grip, it is fairly forgiving, and I love working with it.  You will also see a lot of it because I have purchased a lot of it.  I also plan to start an Ishbel in Glazed Carrot Malabrigo Lace for Myfanwe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I break a rule, I really break it big!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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