Sanna's Bag

“I never seem to have what I need when I need it. I’m going to make a belt-bag that’s bigger on the inside than on the outside, and just carry everything with me.”

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

post one thousand!!

This is the big one, folks. Tell me about your inner super hero.

There are three prizes:
One $15 Itunes gift card.
One mixed bag of Lindor balls
one item of your choice, be it willy warmer or six-fingered gloves or wimsical hat or beaded silk scarf or whatever (within reason, folks - no laceweight cashmere size four x sweaters, please) - made by me, for you.

The prize winners may choose their prize.

second of all,
How do I decide who wins? There will be three winners.
One, the super hero that I like the best.
Two, the entrant that wins the popular vote.
Three, a commentator chosen at random by having your name drawn out of a hat by my Darling Husband.


So let me get you started with - - INTARSIA, Warrior knitter!

Intarsia is brave. She will try new things, like entrelac, or like the new scheduling system at work. And she will do what she has to without histrionic drama - like driving home from work in the snow.

Intarsia is persistent. If she doesn't get something right off, she will stick with it, whether it's a perfect cast on, or that new scheduling system at work, until she gets it right.

Intarsia is honest. When she screws up with that new scheduling system at work, she freely admits it, without whining or excuses. Then, -see persistent.

Equipment:
Because Intarsia manifests these virtues, she is allowed - the Accessory Bag. The Accessory bag is what makes her a super hero, because it's bigger on the inside than on the outside, so she always has anything she needs for any eventuality. Like a cell phone and a blanket just in case that drive home slid away. And back up knitting to while away the time, and extra knitting in case she takes in some stranded traveler who also needs to beguile the tedium.

Appearance:
Intarsia has red suede over-the-knee boots, worn over black lycra leggings. Over the leggings she wears a thigh-length hand-knit silk tunic with red, silver and purple cables twining to accent her womanly figure. The accessory bag dangles from a silver belt. Sometimes she adds shawls, scarves, fingerless mitts, hats or whatever else strikes her fancy. Her hair is a mad silver mass, and, since it's yet another fiber to play with, it is worn every possible way, from curls to coils to braids to buns to totally swathed in the latest chappeau. Often spare needles get stuck into the hair and forgotten. Jeweled stitch markers have made their way in as well.

Intarsia has two missions in life:
To knit warm things for cold people,
and, to rejoice, in whatever circumstances she finds herself. Even driving on ice in the dark in a snow storm.(No one's shooting at me and I'm not pregnant! Hooray!!)

So, who's your inner super hero? I'll give you three days before I choose two winners. Then you get to vote on the popular favorite.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

for my friends in Oz

When I got to work today I found a bit of magic.

The college is about a thousand feet higher than our home. They had freezing fog.


I got in at 7 AM while it was still as dark as the inside of a cow, but the trees showed quite nicely in the parking lot lights.


I had every confidence that the weather would warm up and be dry all day. But no, it got colder. And it began to snow.


But I had faith in the folks who run our campus, and I felt sure they would send us home if it got ugly. when I got out on my final test session for the day, I looked outside to see two inches of snow, with more falling fast. It was UGLY! Why hadn't anyone sent us home? Oh. Duh! All the people who make these decisions already WERE home! Only us powerless peons have to work between Christmas and New Year.


It took me two hours to get home. A drive that can be accomplished in twenty minutes took two white-knuckled hours. I definitely channeled my inner superhero.

Monday, December 28, 2009

OK, it's Monday

Loins girded? Check.

Lunch packed? Check.

Warpaint applied? (makeup) Check.

Has the soul been adequately armored to go out and face the public? Check.

Sense of humor fully loaded with extra clips in the bandoliers? Check.

Ok, get that smile locked and loaded, and get back to work. U-rah!

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Post 997

The twelve days of Christmas start on the 25th of December. This is the third day, so I should be giving you three french hens, but all I have is a gaggle of Canadian Geese.

Geese are a gaggle on the ground, a skein in the sky, and a flock when they're floating. Interesting, these specific old terms.

On the day after Christmas, DH took me down to Lush and we hit the post-Christmas sale. (Holiday specific bath products, 3 for the price of one.) WE got there half an hour after the shop opened, and the line to pay for things was out the door. People stood patiently in the wind with their arms packed with satsuma santa fizzies and hollydaze bubble bars. The soap was also on sale - first piece regular price, second two pieces of equal or lesser value for free. I had DH get into line while I darted to the bubblebars and went nuts. We stood in line for an hour with fifteen pounds of goodies. I brought them home, and wondered where to store them, then inspiration struck. I've been saving glass jars for some reason. Bubble bars and bath bombs sealed securely into glass will last for months, and look way cool on my bathroom counter!

I usually crush a bubble bar, augment the bubbles with ivory liquid and a wire whip, and make one bar last for five or six baths. I was profligate last night, used all of one carnation scented bubble bar with red glitter on it. I am fragrant and sparkly even now. And oh the mounds of creamy bubbles!

A friend of ours who does art is going to craft another ring broach for me. DH, in his single days, bought one ounce silver ingots for comparatively little money. Silver is expensive now. He pulled out two ingots, one for me and one to pay for the broach. He is a saint! King Copetua had nothiing on this guy for generosity.

Then we tried to deliver the silver. We were sure we could just drive straight to TY's house. WE called information, got a number, left messages that we were coming. We knew he was cleaning house so maybe the vacuume was on, or he was outside shaking a throw rug or something. We got to the neighborhood, and realized that instead of remembering exactly how to get there, neither of us had more than the vaguest notion of where he lived. We drove around for about half an hour, trying to find something that looked familiar. Last time we were there, he had a giant sattelite dish in his front yard as yard art. Without that beacon to sight on, we were lost. Still, we had a nice drive in an interesting neighborhood in the sunshine.

Finally, DH took me to the mall to fill out my Christmas giftings. I found two nice cotton turtleneck tees, and he spotted a lovely red long vest with pockets. And then I totally reached my limit for crowds and decisions and begged to be taken home. Instead, he took me to a japanese restaurant where we could sit down in a quiet room and I could eat sushi and drink ice water and let my back unknot. I get into crowds, and my back muscles macrame themselves into a defensive carapace from hips to the back of my skull. Mall rats who blindly run into me risk the laser glare and a snarled, "Watch it," while my inner Xena demands to be allowed to grab them by nape and crotch and hurl them through the nearest store window. My inner Xena NEEDED that bubblebath last night!

After lunch, though, the mall rats were polite and smiling. I still didn't look any more fetching in the clothes I tried on, but I have a closet full of clothes so I'll manage. DH, incredibly, still feels I have been shorted on Christmas gifts and need to hit the catalogs or the internet. He spoils me something terrible!

And then we came home, and watched Star Trek, the reboot on TV. Today, we are hosting our annual holiday party. Tomorrow, back to work.

From the blogs, it sounds as if mostly our holidays have been quiet and mellow. Hooray for us! May we have dozens more just like this.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Oh. Wow!

Oh my-everlovin'-sweet-aunt-Fanny Wow! We just went to see Avatar. Are you old enough to remember going to see this little SciFi flick called Star Wars and how you felt when you walked out? How the scope and sweep and excitement took you out of yourself and how your mind was set on fire with what you saw? How the characters were realer than real life and the worlds they lived in had more depth, texture, color and detail than the place you lived? Well, buckle up buckaroos, 'cuz I think you're going there again! Yes, the plot was predictable. This is a bad thing? Either the good guys win or they loose to the bad guys, and who wants to see more of that? This would be a great date movie, because it's a love story (to appeal to the girls) with lots of explosions (to appeal to the guys)and alien semi-nudity (appealing to anyone with a pulse.)The planet Pandora is beautifully conceived and portrayed, with magnificent attention to detail. And the movie has magic! You will be transported. In these less than booming times, a little magical transportation is good.

Christmas eve we sat around quietly with a plate of cheese and crackers, a plate of fruit, and a plate of raw veggies, and nibbled our way through the evening. Quiet and quite delightful. We opened presents this morning. The cats got DH a hand-cranked cell phone charger. I got him four steel thermous bottles to take his beverages to work. And a new pair of jeans. And an ipod. Now he's having a great fight with the i-pod, figuring how to make it sit up and do his bidding! He got me candy and a digital photo frame and three shopping trips. This extends the holiday. We can hit the Lush after Christmas sale, then the inventory clearance sales at the mall, then I get to shop Deva for more crinkle cotton no-iron, long-enough pants. Squeeee! I am SO spoiled!

A few memories for my new photo frame. Sunshine on the day before Christmas - photo taken at noon.


Neighborhood Christmas decor. A yule sheep.


Fly cat helping us unwrap our presents. It's mandatory that someone stick a bow on the cat's head. This year, it was my job. He endures so much for his warm bed and canned chows.




And guess who I ran into at the movies? Ho ho ho!


Hope your Christmas is merry and bright. Joy!

Thursday, December 24, 2009

post 995

So I have been thinking about my one thousandth blog post contest, and I have expanded a bit. First of all,
prizes:
One $15 Itunes gift card.
One mixed bag of Lindor balls
one item of your choice, be it willy warmer or six-fingered gloves or whatever (within reason, folks - no laceweight cashmere size four x sweaters, please) or wimsical hat or beaded silk scarf - made by me, for you.

The prize winners may choose their prize.

second of all,
How do I decide who wins? There will be three winners.
One, the super hero that I like the best.
Two, the entrant that wins the popular vote.
Three, a commentator chosen at random by having your name drawn out of a hat by my Darling Husband.

So get in touch with your inner super-hero. Visualize him or her. What's the costume look like? What are the super powers? When does he or she come to your rescue? In four more posts, I'll ask you to comment on your inner hero. Then, on the next post after, I will announce the one I like, and the random winner. And you will vote for the people's choice.


Oh, and I've been knitting dishcloths.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Rude, but I love it!