Here’s a shot of George in the morning. [Please don’t EVER think he’s named for the president. My George is beautiful and intelligent.] Yesterday I came home at five in the morning from work, and this was taken in the early pre-dawn light. The camera picked up way more light than my eyes could, but I like how the poppies are still closed, sleeping, waiting for the sun.
And a woodshed, for Em.
The next door neighbors, a young couple who are redoing their house, are eventually going to fix up their yard and put up a fence. I don’t blame them. They have a lovely huge backyard and right now it’s my front yard. There are no barriers and no boundaries; their plants come right up to my front doorstep. They have two small children, and they need a fence of some sort. I understand that. I kind of know in my heart, also, that George rests right along the imaginary fence line, and he’ll probably have to go. Even if he didn’t get uprooted, I wouldn’t be able to see him with a fence, so I’m spending as much quality time admiring him as I can.
Ooooh. Even though I totally understand, I’m going to HATE a fence.
And here’s sister Christy! Socks! Koigu! She’s going into her very last month in the graduate program at Berkeley in Environmental Planning. She needed some hot pink socks to keep her happy and focused. Yep.
And to complete this quick, disjointed post, a thought from Silvia, with whom I discussed the need for a loose knitters support group. She suggested several fabu slogans, including “Loose knitters are sexy.” I’ll say. Snort.
Heehee! I wore my Sexy shirt and carried my Sexy bag all over downtown San Jose today!
It will be a shame to lose George (I’ve never seen an aloe TREE before!) but think of the *opportunities* a fence will give you. You could smother it in jasmine, a climing rose, bouganvillia (sp?) … mmm, smelly climbing things …
George is an aloe? My goodness – it’s huge. My Dad once named a pair of white cats we had “Bill and Hilary”. He’s a Republican, too.
Nice socks! You made? I got meself some KPPPM, too – got an idea from another blog to make some “elegant gauntlets”. Since Gram passed, I’ve lowered the thermostat & need something to keep me a bit warmer. Which, of course, was one of the reasons for lowering the thermostat to begin with. Awful to waste nice woolen sweaters, no?
Gorgeous George, sigh…but the picture of Christy with the socks just ROCKS!
So, Ms. Loose & Sexy, what size needles did you knit them socks on???
(Barely related) (Ever so barely) (Hardly at all, really; it’s just my lame brain) I have friends who wanted to name their child “Lucy.” One of the contenders for a middle name was “Claire,” but it got vetoed because they were afraid it might get modified to “Loose Eclair.”
Oh! I saw those gauntlets too! They’re from The Purl Stitch (the author’s name is escaping me right now). I think I might have to have some too… though I suspect that if I go around wearing gauntlets and Charlotte’s web shawls I might find myself listening to a lot of Stevie Nicks… suspicious… very suspicious!
And relating to today’s topic, I have a teddy bear named George. He’s the thing, besides my body parts and my name that I’ve owned the longest. He’s traveled all over the world with me.
Tee hee. Loose knitters….
How come so many knitting references make our minds turn a little…um…dirty? It’s just so easy, isn’t it?
I love George. Not W. But the plant. (And when a plant has more fans than the Pres, we have a problem.)
LOVE the pink socks!
I guess I’m another sexy loose knitter, LOL!
No, not George! If he gets uprooted, maybe you can claim him and replant him. Are these the people who wanted to use the woodshed? (Thanks for the picture, by the way. Made my morning. Yeah baby, but did it see you? etc.)
Lovely socks. I used that same colorway for my mom’s socks–so very pink. Love it.
Hey, Rachael, aloe plants can do very well in giant planters…glazed ceramic are the best. I’ve transplanted them down here in Miami with a lot of success…don’t give up George!!!
happy marching…& say hi to Bethany for me..
They are indeed sexy. That Silvia.
A couple of years ago, new people who moved into the house next to my building tore down a lovely old gnarled tree that sat right outside our front windows–don’t know what kind but it had beautiful blossoms in the spring. In its place they put up a heavy dark fence and a bunch of bamboo. I can’t stand bamboo, and I missed that tree. I’m so glad I moved.
Both you and your sister should model. You’re too damn cute with your poses.
Are you leaving for your trip this weekend?
I’m sure someone else here is plant person, but George looks like he might be some sort of agave or aloe perhaps? If so its probably possible for you to take a piece (or two or three?) and cultivate the sons and daughters of George. That way if George is sacrificed to the fence his offspring can live on!
Hey Rach…think of me if you fly over Ohio on your way to DC…C and I will be at the March in spirit.
Have bunches of fun!
Woo hoo pink socks! That should distract her form impending employment.
As far as loose knitting, seems to be an epidemic! March on sister! See ya in MD!