Chewing my feet in fury

Again, Blogger and our server have combined to prevent me from posting pictures. God only knows why. It is certainly beyond my feeble powers to comprehend. And all I can do is hope that it will heal itself, or possibly take my posessed laptop to the highpriests of the Geek Squad who will exorcise the demons in return for some small sacrifie on my part. A first-born child perhaps? The silver in my fillings is surely not adequate recompense - even at today's inflated prices. I won't even bother to offer to sleep with one. That particular currency has devalued astonishingly over the course of my life.

So, another picture-less blog. Guess I'll have to illustrate with wordpower. I was going to show you a shot of the lovely hand-painted yarn I just recieved from the Zen Garden Artwalk sock club. The yarn is bamboo and nylon - and the colors are inspired by Dali's "Hallucinogenic Torreador." Looking at the picture, I never in my wildest dreams would have imagined you could get nice yarn colors from it, but Roxanne has done a brilliant job. I photographed the lovely, muted red, grey yellow and white yarn wrapped around a red and yellow streaked apple. Very Flickerfiberlicious.

And I had another shot of the runner for Dave. It's three feet long now, and only half the yarn is used up. It's SUCH a treat to work with.

Lastly, I had three knitted toe-cozies for a friend with a badly broken ankle. They are large, to fit over his cast. The staid, sober grey tweed is for business wear. As he is a retired captain in the navy, I knit a navy blue one with four gold stripes for full dress. And the for at-home wear, there is a small, snug, sporty model I call "the Speedo."

If there were time, I thought I might also post a few more letters from "California." Oh well. Maybe tomorrow.