All Alone Again
***Sigh*** my grandchildren left this morning to get a 6 a.m. flight back to CT. The silence is deafening. I miss their voices, food crumbs, toys around, attention. Ryan wore her new socks home this morning under her crocs.

I am posting after spending 3 hours reading my SNB blogs and some of the others and then getting lost on Ravelry and joining a knitalong. The KAL suggests that you not use your stash for the March socks, but go out and buy bright colored sock yarn. What a novel idea! I’m into it.
Amy made me a friend today on Ravlry - Thanks Amy!
On a completely different knote note you have to go and read this post with video on Stationstops! If you have a cat door, don’t miss it!
WHAT ABOUT THOSE OSCARS? I saw all the movies except Juno. I voted for No Country For Old Men. There is one scene where he asks a little gas station clerk to call heads or tails, and that is the scariest scene of all. Your life on the flip of a coin. I just finished a book entitled Trouble by Jessee Kellerman. The antagonost is a woman who stalks a graduate medical student. I thought some of the things Jonah Stem did were a little crazy, but who knows what you would do when Eve Gones is stalking you.

I could have used a different color for toe, but I didn’t have any other color that would work. I bought more stash instead!!!
It looked simple enough. I had the yarn and the pattern and cast on. Actually I did a gage and went down a needle size. I ribbed and did 4 inches of stockinette and THEN . . . THE HEEL WAS *WRAP AND TURN*. AAAAHHHHH, I know, I know, you are supposed to read the pattern first! Well I ripped that heel out at least 25 times. Then I had a 
We tried the poached this morning and worked wonderfully, with no cleanup fuss.




