Not long ago, I whined about being born in November. Despite the fact that I share this birth month with some really cool people (like Lisa, Vicki, and Chris right off the top of my head, and many more I’m forgetting or don’t even know about, [ETA: like Jennifer who left a most entertaining comment] I’m sure!), I’ve always kind of wished I was born in some other month. In this neck of the woods, November is a very gray and brown month. Granted, the grass has not yet turned completely brown as it usually has by now, but it’s working on it. Most of the leaves have fallen, and the ones on the ground have turned — brown. The trees are gray and brown. The sky has been gray.
Too dark, too rawly cold to do much outdoors, and no real snow to do anything fun with yet. This is good weather to curl up inside with a cup of tea and a book. Or my knitting. Or all of the above. (Not that that’s happened any time recently, but I can dream, can’t I?)
So, since fiber and words are my comfort in this season, I am announcing a birthday blog contest combining the two!
Here’s the scoop:
Please share with me a favorite poem, or a quotation you really like. I love good writing!
Here’s the twist:
I have a sizeable enough stash to open a small shop, I suspect. (My husband threatens to put the yarn out on the front porch with a sign saying, “Free Yarn!” My only reassurance is it wouldn’t all fit. . . .)
So, instead of putting up as prizes some nice yarn that may not, however, be to the winner’s taste — I’d ask you to also tell me what your favorite yarn color/s, weight and type of fiber would be. And I will go into my stash and come up with something that you will like. (Not a lot of cashmere in the stash, though, be advised!)
Here’s the fine print:
Leave a comment on this post with a favorite poem or quotation. Also tell me your yarn preferences (which should be fun reading all by itself!). Deadline is November 27, the Birth Day, at noon US Central Standard Time (I have to work in the morning).
Since I am turning an age which has more than one 4 in it, there will be 4 winners.
- Behind Door Number One will be one prize for the funniest poem/quotation.
- Behind Door Number Two will be one prize for the Deepest Thought — something touching or thought-provoking. (Jack Handey Deep Thoughts would be good for Door Number One above.)
- Behind Door Number Three, will be two prizes to be randomly awarded.
(And if you’re born in November and win a prize, you get a double bonus!)
Judging for Prizes One and Two will be completely subjective and biased, though ties will be broken by applying to junior female family members for their opinion. A random number generator will be enlisted for the prizes behind Door Number Three.
Thank you for helping me celebrate my birthday, even if it is in November!
Here’s one of the good things about November — the November flower, chrysanthemums. They’re both pretty and hardy; a little frost, a little snow, no problem. And lovely colors that say “fall” to me. (I just wish I had some bronze ones right now, but those I did have, didn’t overwinter one cold and snowless year.)
I took my header photo in my garden this October, of a mum I planted. Mmmm, mums!
Hither and Yarn 
This won’t surprise you, but my favorite colors are black and purple, and my favorite yarn is sock yarn. 🙂
Hmm… Well, I suppose using the hysterectomy poem you sent me would be cheating, eh? 😉
I have a little notebook in which I write quotations that strike my fancy. I’ve just passed an enjoyable 10 minutes rereading it and have come up with the following:
“People who are going to get along really well know it almost as soon as they meet. You spend a little while talking and everyone starts to feel this conviction, you’re all equally sure that you’re at the beginning of something good. That’s how it is when you meet people you’re going to be with for a long time. –Banana Yoshimoto, “Goodbye Tsugumi”
“The great pleasure of sharing your living space with an animal…is not that it enables you to indulge your parental instincts without being answered back. The best thing about a pet is that it allows you to regress to toddlerhood – you speak in a silly voice, you buy yourself a great many brightly colored toys, allegedly for the creature, and its benign presence is a fine excuse to spend many happy hours talking to yourself.” –Anne Maxted, “Behaving Like Adults”
“…every beautiful and strange event made more poignant for having been photographed.” –Haven Kimmel, “Something Rising (Light and Swift)”
Woo! A game!! 🙂 I love quotes.
I was given a great quote at work…and since it’s at work, I don’t know who to attribute it to. But…I love it, and it’s so true for me 🙂
“I never gave anyone hell. I told them the truth, and they thought it was hell!”
Should I be so doubly blessed as to win some yarn (for my birthday is too in the dreary gray month of November…), I love bright colors, and sport yarn. Me and true sock yarn don’t agree 🙂 Should bright colors not be in the stash, my absolute favorite color is purple! 🙂
What a fun way to destash! I have a sizeable stash, but it’s all scraps…no one would want it 🙂
and lest I forget!
A VERY MERRY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
TO ME?
TO YOU!
A VERY MERRY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
TO ME?
TO YOU!
A VERY MERRY BIRTHDAY…TTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!
(sung to the tune of “Merry Unbirthday” from the Mad Hatter scene of Alice in Wonderland)
My husband’s and mil’s birthdays are also in November. It is a dreary month. Anyway, a fitting quote for the chilly month is : “No matter how big or soft or warm your bed is, you still have to get out of it.”–Grace Slick
My favorite yarn is Malabrigo. My fave colors are purples and greens and reds (not very November-y). Of course, you already knew that from the hand-dyed yarn swap, which is the reason I wandered to this area of blogland in the first place—Your yarn is cooking while we speak! I hope you like it. I like it. In fact, I made enough to keep some for myself! I’m a terrible swapper.
There are two quotes I use frequently in my signature lines because I love them.
“If the world didn’t suck, we’d all fall off”
“Beware the power of stupid people in large groups.”
The second one is actually on a t-shirt that I wear frequently, it always elicits comments.
Favorite colors: blue and/or green
Weight: Anything less than worsted.
Fiber: really not overly picky, I do love alpaca the best though.
(clears throat and steps up to microphone):
“My favorite shocker trilogy as follows.”
Willie found some dynamite.
Couldn’t understand it quite.
Curiosity seldom pays…
It rained Willie 7 days.
Willie with a thirst for gore,
Nailed his sister to the door.
Mother said with humor quaint…
“Now willie dear, don’t scratch the paint.”
Willie pushed his sister Nell,
In the family drinking well.
She’s there still because it kilt her…
Now we have to buy a filter.
A favorite quote:
“Do not anger the dragon for you crunchy and taste good with ketchup.”
A (new) favorite tairy fale:
Tonce upon a wime there was a gretty little pirl named Prinderella. Prinderella lived with her two sisty uglers and a micked wepstother, and she was very unhappy because they made her wean the clindows, flub the scroors, and pine the shots and shans. Now wasn’t that a shirty dame? One day the pring issued a koclamation that all gelligible irls were invited to attend a drancy fess ball. Now this made the sisty uglers and the micked wepstother very happy; but, alas, poor Prinderella couldn’t go to the drancy fess ball because all she had was a rirty drag; so she cat down and sied. Now wasn’t that a shirty dame? All of a sudden, her mairy fodgother appeared. “Why, Prinderella,” said the mairy fodgother, “matever is the whatter?” “Oh mairy fodgother,” said Prinderella, “I can’t go to the drancy fess ball because all I have is a rirty drag.” “You shall bo to the gall!” said the mairy fodgother, and in the eyeling of a twink she changed a cumpkin into a parriage, and a rirty drag into a drancy fess. There stood Prinderella, all covered with pubies and rearls. Off Prinderella went to the ball with one warning; she must be home by the moke of stridnight. All night, Prinderella danced with the cince, but at the moke of stridnight, she raced down the stalace peps and on the stottom bep she slopped her dripper! Now wasn’t that a shirty dame? The next day, the pring issued another koclamation that all gelligible irls should sly on the tripper. The sisty uglers slied on the tripper, but it fidn’t dit. Prinderella said, “Let me sly on the tripper,” and it fid dit! Well, Prinderella and the cince were married that very dame say, and they lived afterly ever happyward. But, alas, the sisty uglers and the micked wepstother were left alone to hean the clouse all by themselves. Now wasn’t that a shirty dame?
My birthday is also in November, it was the 5th. My daughter will tell you that ‘all colors’ are my favorites, and anything but cobweb lace can find a happy home here. I’m thinking my next
catastropheknitting project should be in fluffy brushed mohair to um, hide things better. ya know?Happy Birthday!!
Hey! xmascountdown is me, I was testing something else… forgot to change the login.
One of my favourite quotes is:
“Remember this,—that very little is needed to make a happy life.” — Marcus Aurelius
It seems kind of obvious, I know, but I like the reminder sometimes.
I hope you have a great birthday (even if it is in November!).
I envy your chrysanthemums.
Yarn preferences:
Colours: Blue, green, black, brown, grey, red. Yes, I think the first photo in this post would make a wonderful colourway. But I do like brighter colours too.
Weights: I use sock, sport, and worsted most often. Laceweight is a possibility, but I don’t tend to use bulky very much at all.
Types of fibre: I generally like natural fibres better than synthetics (although a bit of nylon in a sock yarn, for example, would be fine).
A birthday haiku my son wrote for me a few years back:
Today I am fifty.
It’s really, really nifty.
Give me a gifty.
A few quotes I have on the wall above my monitor:
Anyone who is not shocked by quantum theory has not understood it. (Niels Bohr)
The only thing necessary for the triumph f evil is for good men to do nothing. (Edmund Burke)
First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you. Then you win. (Gandhi)
The right to be let alone is indeed the beinning of all freedom. (Justice William O. Douglas)
In mathematics you don’t understand things. You just get used to them. (John von Neumann)
But my favorite came to me in an e-mail; I have no idea who coined it:
The object of life’s journeyu is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preerved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out and shouting, “Holy shit, what a ride!”
Any fiber except really scratchy wool. Jewel tones. Your choice.
Happy b’day!
(And now without the typos)
A birthday haiku my son wrote for me a few years back:
Today I am fifty.
It’s really, really nifty.
Give me a gifty.
A few quotes I have on the wall above my monitor:
Anyone who is not shocked by quantum theory has not understood it. (Niels Bohr)
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing. (Edmund Burke)
First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you. Then you win. (Gandhi)
The right to be let alone is indeed the beginning of all freedom. (Justice William O. Douglas)
In mathematics you don’t understand things. You just get used to them. (John von Neumann)
But my favorite came to me in an e-mail; I have no idea who coined it:
The object of life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out and shouting, “Holy shit, what a ride!”
Any fiber except really scratchy wool. Jewel tones. Your choice.
Happy b’day!
I’m delurking to wish you a Happy Birthday and submit my quotes. November 1 is my mama’s birthday — she was born on All Saints’ Day and she is saint (give or take, as the occasion requires…).
Here are my favorite quotes:
“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.” – Annie Dillard
The other I cannot attribute, but here it is:
“Resentment is like taking a dose of poison and expecting the other person to die.”
Fiber preferences: lace, sock or dk weight; animal-based; muted tones.
Thank you and happy birthday!
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Happy Birthday! I came over from Stumbing Over Chaos. Well, I’m a skydiver and I some of my favorite quotes are about skydiving. I think my very favorite is this one from Leonardo DaVinci, “…and once you have tasted flight, you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been and there you long to return.” Although Charles Lindburgh also had some great quotes about skydiving, “Why does one want to walk wings? Why force one’s body from a plane to make a parachute jump? Why should man want to fly at all? People often ask these questions. But what civilization was not founded on adventure, and how long could one exist without it? Some answer the attainment of knowledge. Some say wealth, or power, is sufficient cause. I believe the risks I take are justified by the sheer love of the life I lead.”
Of course, if you’re looking for funny, then skydiving has some great ones there too “Out of 10,000 feet of fall, always remember that the last half inch hurts the most” Captain Charles W. Purcell. Or, “When the people look like ants — Pull. When the ants look like people — Pray,” Anon. Q. What’s the difference between Golf & Skydiving ?
A. In Golf , they go WHACK…”Uh-oh!” , in Skydiving, they go “Uh-oh!”…WHACK !
As for yarn, I love sock yarns or lace or anything nice and soft and any colors except yellows and oranges. If you’re in ravelry I’m redheadskydiver there too!
Happy Birthday! One of my favorite quotations comes from Faith Ringgold’s book, Tar Beach: “Anyone can fly. All you need is somewhere to go you can’t get to any other way.”
My favorite yarns are on opposite ends of the spectrum. I love sock & lace yarns, and I also love big chunky handspuns, like thick & thin. Great idea for a contest! Enjoy your birthday!
I had thought of you the other day as our skies opened and the rain fell, lol. Ok i had to put up two.
One being written by my daughter when she was in first grade>
I love my mom, my mom loves me,
My mom, she makes me spam musubi!
But otherwise i love many Robert Frost, this one of my fav’s was one i felt was appropriate:
My November Guest
My Sorrow, when she’s here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.
Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She’s glad the birds are gone away,
She’s glad her simple worsted grady
Is silver now with clinging mist.
The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so ryly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.
Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell he so,
And they are better for her praise
Happy Birthday! Though I was not born in November, it’s my favorite month of the year. I live in the HOT south and November is when I start to feel alive and energetic again just in time for the holidays.
My favorite quote is one you’ve likely heard:
“If I have seen farther than others, it is because I was standing on the shoulders of giants.”
Although this is a very popular quote, I think that is because its truth resonates so deeply in all human pursuits. I often think of this quote when I’m opening up a stitch dictionary to design some “new” pattern for a project. In the knitting community, we are all so enriched by the stitches and techniques created or refined by knitters who came before us.
As for yarn, I just love color all mixed together in fun ways and I have enough sock yarn to makes socks for an orchestra. So something of DK or higher would be fine.
Pippicandy (Ravelry name)
I’m De-lurking to enter your contest because a) it sounds FUN, and b) my birthday was November 16th (I also have a 4 in my birthday age, and it’s not the 2nd number either)
I live in Wisconsin and also feel November is a goofy month as you mentioned. Except for the fact that I start to go into hibernation mode – cooking comfort foods and not venturing out very much – enjoying more knitting time, of course!
I like yarn in warm tones – browns, rusts, soft blacks – you could say – November colors!
My quote is from church bible class last week and it’s a good one to try to live by: Matthew, Chapter 6, Verse 34 – “Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own”.
Have a Wonderful birthday and a good Thanksgiving!
My favourite funny quote as of late is from 30 Rock, my favourite show as of late:
Tracy: “I’m gonna make you a mix tape. You like Phil Collins?”
Jack: “I have two ears and heart don’t I?”
My favourite colours are purple and peridot and my favourite weight is sock!
And Happy Birthday!
Happy upcoming birthday! Best wishes for a fantastic year, a clean house, and a remodeled kitchen/porch!!! It’s been such a delight to meet you online this year– slightly bizarre, yet wonderful to find friends on the internet!
Favorite sock-related poem from an amazing poet- Mr. Pablo Neruda:
Ode to a pair of socks
Maru Mori brought me
a pair
of socks
that she knit with her
shepherd’s hands.
Two socks as soft
as rabbit fur.
I thrust my feet
inside them
as if they were
two
little boxes
knit
from threads
of sunset
and sheepskin.
My feet were
two woolen
fish
in those outrageous socks,
two gangly,
navy-blue sharks
impaled
on a golden thread,
two giant blackbirds,
two cannons:
thus
were my feet
honored
by
those
heavenly
socks.
They were
so beautiful
I found my feet
unlovable
for the very first time,
like two crusty old
firemen, firemen
unworthy
of that embroidered
fire,
those incandescent
socks.
Nevertheless
I fought
the sharp temptation
to put them away
the way schoolboys
put
fireflies in a bottle,
the way scholars
hoard
holy writ.
I fought
the mad urge
to lock them
in a golden
cage
and feed them birdseed
and morsels of pink melon
every day.
Like jungle
explorers
who deliver a young deer
of the rarest species
to the roasting spit
then wolf it down
in shame,
I stretched
my feet forward
and pulled on
those
gorgeous
socks,
and over them
my shoes.
So this is
the moral of my ode:
beauty is beauty
twice over
and good things are doubly
good
when you’re talking about a pair of wool
socks
in the dead of winter.
taken from Odes to Common Things
(Online somewhere there’s a nice juxtoposition of this poem and a Paul Gaugain painting…. will look for you!)
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I always liked the page in “At Knit’s End” with three wee bits on why we knit socks.
(paraphrased- can’t look it up here!) Small, Portable, Turning the Heel makes you feel like a GENIOUS! 🙂
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The twist: hrm. Sock yarn, I guess. That or boatloads of cashmere– and a girl should *never* give up her wee stash of the good stuff.
(Don’t give the good stuff away in this contest!!!)
I like tightly spun merino superwash the best, and any jewel tone (Tiefer See, for example) will do. 🙂
(Don’t give away Wollmeise either!!!)
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One more- this one along the lines of humor is pain + time by Mark Twain: “The secret source of humor itself is not joy but sorrow. There is no humor in heaven.”
This is extremely short, but it has kept me on track through cancer treatments, as well as a host of other things the Universe saw fit to throw my way (like teaching high school for 20+ years — imagine a room with 38 hormone-driven individuals with the attention spans of gnats while you try to teach Shakespeare). It’s by Oscar Wilde:
Life is too important to be taken seriously.
My age has a four in it, too — but the first number is higher.
I like most yarn weights, although these days I’m thinking pink sweater.
One of my favourite quotes is by Gilda Radner: “I base most of my fashion sense on what doesn’t itch.”
And that goes for my yarn preferences, too. I love the look of Kauni, for example, but I hear that it’s for outerwear only because it’s so scratchy.
Happy birthday to you! I turned 40 much earlier this year, and it wasn’t nearly as bad as I had expected. It’s actually been a very good year so far. I guess I made most of my life mistakes in my 20s and 30s, so I can recognize them as they’re approaching now, and steer away. 🙂
I also have a “Quotes and Poems” file where I stash anything that I want to keep. But it looks like most of my stuff is more on the introspective side. (Lots of them deal with getting old.) So I’ll give you one short one that’s light, and one longer that’s more meditative. They’re both poems, because I like poems, and almost everyone else is leaving quotations. 🙂
Introspective Reflection
by Ogden Nash
I would live all my life in nonchalance and insouciance
Were it not for making a living, which is rather a nouciance.
Long Afternoon at the Edge of Little Sister Pond
by Mary Oliver
As for life
I’m humbled,
I’m without words
sufficient to say
how it has been hard as flint,
and soft as a spring pond
both of these
and over and over,
and long pale afternoons besides,
and so many mysteries
beautiful as eggs in a nest,
still unhatched
though warm and watched over
by something I have never seen—
a tree angel, perhaps,
or a ghost of holiness.
Every day I walk out into the world
to be dazzled, then to be reflective.
It suffices, it is all comfort—
along with human love,
dog love, water love, little-serpent love,
sunburst love, or love for that smallest of birds
flying among the scarlet flowers.
There is hardly time to think about
stopping, and lying down at last
to the long afterlife, to the tenderness
yet to come, when
time will brim over the singular pond, and become forever,
and we will pretend to melt away into the leaves.
As for death,
I can’t wait to be the hummingbird,
can you?
Yarn: sock or fingeringweight/laceweight is my favorite, in pretty much any color except orange and brown. 🙂
Happy Birthday! I came via Chaos, too. I was born in August, which is my least-favorite month. November is my favorite. Wanna switch?
The poem I’ll offer is one of my favorites and it applies perfectly to November:
Sonnet 73, William Shakespeare:
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consumed with that which it was nourish’d by.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Oh, yes, yarn. I’d love to try dk for socks, solid or heather, or …. you choose.
thank you!
one of my favorite passages is from the Bible “I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you”
two days after this devotional I received word I got a grant so I could proceed with the adoption of my second daughter from China. it means a lot to me and my girls….
I love sock yarn, but am open to any color!
thanks….
Happy Birthday! and Thanksgiving!
“I believe in an open mind…
but not so open that your brains fall out.”
Arthur Hay Sulzberger
Ooh, I have my standard 3 quotations, but first I have to reply to Candice’s with a shirt I recently saw in Boulder: “If I have not seen as far as others, it is because giants were standing on my shoulders.”
OK, here are the words I try to live by…
-This too shall pass.
-It seemed like a good idea at the time.
-“Ever notice that ‘what the hell’ is always the right decision?” -Marilyn Monroe
I came over from Stumbling Over Chaos and had to comment because:
a) I am also a November Baby but unless I live until I’m 144, I’ll never have two fours in my age again, and
2) because just today I put a poem up on my blog that I had stumbled across on a Web voyage. So I’ll submit my link as my entry.
My memory is too poor to hold quotes to live by but on my desk I have an old page-a-day calendar page with the quote “Keep a stiff upper chin!”
And then there is J. Peed’s Law of Life: “If you wish it would, it won’t, unless you don’t, in which case it probably will.”
And in yarn…I like soft. And red. Or other bright colors. Or many bright colors. Or pink. Blues are nice. But soft.
Happy Birthday! My mom was born in November too.
One of my favorites has always been…
“no yoga, no peace
know yoga, know peace”
as for yarn … it’s yarn, what’s not to love? 🙂 i do have a preference towards earthy shades of green, blue or purple. i have more sock yarn than i know what to do with so anything dk or bigger would do.
Happy Birthday!
Funny: People who throw kisses are hopelessly lazy. — Bob Hope
A punny joke: Did you hear about the cat who swallowed a ball of wool? She had mittens.
Others I like:
Courage does not always come in a loud roar. Sometimes courage comes as a small voice at the end of the day saying, “I’ll try again tomorrow.” — Flo Hartmann
You can never do a kindness too soon for you never know how soon it will be too late. — Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1803-1882
No metaphysician ever felt the deficiency of language so much as the grateful. — Charles Caleb Colton
Today, I understand something I didn’t see before: every blessing ignored becomes a curse. – Paulo Coelho, “The Alchemist”
One more serious, somber quote: Grief is the rope burns left behind when what we have held to most dearly is pulled out of reach, beyond our grasp. ~Stephen Levine
Yarn preferences should my name come up: Jewel tones (blue/purple/rose) or earthy or tweedy, natural fibers or a blend, lace weight to worsted.
Oh dear, I’m nowhere as deep as most people who’ve commented on here. First of all, Happy Birthday!
Second: Some of my favorite quotes (don’t worry, they’re short):
“Cleaning your kids while your children are still growning is like shoveling the driveway while it’s still snowing”
Phyllis Diller
“Shake and shake the ketchup bottle
None will come and then a lottle”
Unknown
“Balls! said the Queen. If I had to I’d be king.
And the king laughed because he had to.”
Unless you read it as:
“Balls! said the Queen. If I had two I’d be king.
And the king laughed because he had two.”
Okay, so that last one must be spoken to appreciate, it loses much in the written version.
For the twist: My favorite colors are earthy. You know, browns, rusts, subdued greens. Not only am a of shallow wit, but I’m unadventerous with color as well.
Ah, yes. Deepa to the rescue once again: http://www.stephenmitchellbooks.com/transAdapt/fullWomenExcerpt04.html
My favorite quote is:
That which the mind does not understand, it either worships or fears.
My other favorite quote (which was actually a bumper sticker I once saw) is:
If we’re not supposed to eat animals, why are they made out of meat?
Yarn…. mmmmm….
I prefer natural fibers, nothing scratchy, though. I adore anything handpainted (especially sock yarn). I’m cool with just about any color but here’s some that are NOT my favorites – pastels, purples, oranges, yellows.
Happy birthday! I love that yarny people GIVE presents for their birthdays!
I think most of my favorite poems come from Piet Hein a famous (at least to Danes) Danish writer. He also publised several poem-books (Grook) in English. My all time favorite got to be:
Love is like a pineapple
Sweet and undefinable!
My favorite yarn colors got to be blues and greens (maybe greens the most) and I really like sock weight or maybe DK weight (you know not too thin and not too thick).
Happy Birthday as well, even though there are still a few days to go! I’m an October child, so I got lucky and can enjoy good apples of the trees and the early reddening of the forest 😉
He, sorry for commenting again (I hope this does not disqualify me…), but I forgot to tell you that my favorite fiber is wool!!! (lamb or sheep or anything at all)
And just to finish off, I got a nice little Sports Night quote, that I tell myself from time to time:
Dan: You know, sometimes it’s worth it – taking all the pies in the face. Sometimes you come through it feeling good.
Casey: Yes.
Dan: And how was your day?
Casey: Sometimes you just stand there, hip-deep in pie.
😉
I love quotes, so many- so little space! Hows about this one…..”There is nothing so useless as doing effciently that which should not be done at all.” Peter Drucker
I loves sock yarn in any color but my first love- NORO. I wish I could marry him. And a very happy happy b-day to you, may the coming year be filled with fibery goodness.
lol, this got me thinking today…those weird off humored things you remember.
From Garfield:
I have a buddy
My buddy’s a toad,
But right now my buddy is flat on the road,
But he is my buddy,
My buddy to stay
Until he dries up….and blows away!
I recently heard Garrison Keillor read this poem and I loved it. The dog part especially!
The Necessary Brevity of Pleasures
by Samuel Hazo, from A Flight to Elsewhere
Prolonged, they slacken into pain
or sadness in accordance with the law
of apples.
One apple satisfies.
Two apples cloy.
Three apples
glut.
Call it a tug-of-war between enough and more
than enough, between sufficiency
and greed, between the stay-at-homers
and globe-trotting see-the-worlders.
Like lovers seeking heaven in excess,
the hopelessly insatiable forget
how passion sharpens appetites
that gross indulgence numbs.
Result?
The haves have not
what all the have-nots have
since much of having is the need
to have.
Even my dog
knows that – and more than that.
He slumbers in a moon of sunlight,
scratches his twitches and itches
in measure, savors every bite
of grub with equal gratitude
and stays determinedly in place
unless what’s suddenly exciting
happens.
Viewing mere change
as threatening, he relishes a few
undoubtable and proven pleasures
to enjoy each day in sequence
and with canine moderation.
They’re there for him in waiting,
and he never wears them out.
Well I am a “May Baby” so no November birthdays here. One of my favourite sayings is ….
“We are not here to see through each other but to see each other through.”
Second one I love is attributed to an Aids volunteer working in a hospice in Toronto although I have no idea if it is true.
“Our purpose is to add life to their days, not days to their life.”
I just love all yarn! Favourite colours are blue or any derivative of it!! Sweater making blue is great, I guess heavier than sock yarn, although that is fine too!!!
The best wishes to you on your special day! With Thanksgiving being such a celebration of the beginning of the “holidays” in America, I can understand why you might feel that your birthday doesn’t get enough notice. You are welcome to come to Canada anytime! We have Thanksgiving in October when the harvest is fresh and in November, we are all still “thinking”about what we should buy our loved ones for Christmas! Happy, Happy Birthday!
Happy happy birthday to you!
My favorite yarn colors are earth tones (browns; plums; deep greens, reds, blue). I’m a fan of natural fibers, and I like to knit with pretty much any weight of yarn heavier than laceweight, though these days I’m in a bulky/chunky frame of mind.
And here’s my favorite quote, which seems so fitting to share with you after seeing your beautiful flower photos:
“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” (Marcel Proust)
Happy Birthday to you! I’m also in the hand-dyed yarn swap and also in the unlucky lot of people born in the dark gray month of November (did you realize that a good proportion of November babies are Valentine’s Day love born to earth? 🙂 That always brightens the month for me.)
This is my favorite quote lately, I hope you enjoy it:
If you think you are too small to be effective, you have never been in bed with a mosquito.
~ Betty Reese
I like wool that has mix-ins to make it softer in purples, blues, and or greens. I like all weights, but cold weather always makes me want to knit big bulky warm things .
Hey, my Dazzling Daughter was born in November! Her birthday’s a bright shiny spot in what CAN be a grey and dismal month here in Wisconsin. Hooray for November birthdays!
Now then: I have a favorite quote and a short favorite verse: “It’s never too late for a happy childhood!”
and
‘If ever two were one, then surely we,
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens rewards thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persevere,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.”
—Anne Bradstreet, 17th century poet
Describes my feelings exactly (Thanks, Anne!) Oh, and yarn? I like the 100% wool utilitarian stuff: Cascade 220, Lamb’s Pride, worsted or bulky — I’m a rather plebian knitter, but enthusiastic and happy!
I’m a July baby, but I’ve had so many birthdays that the 19th is just another day any more. Wasn’t fun when I was a child, mainly because I never got a celebration at school. Maybe that’s why I’m so withdrawn and inward (yeah, right).
Our long-time family minister used to say “live each day like you’re going to be here tomorrow” – I think it’s a great way to pattern one’s daily conduct as well as outlook on the world in general.
Of course, you are by now aware that RED is the only color and socks are in my blood.
Happy November birthday!
I’m in a profession that seems to value statistics excessively. My favorite quote is by Einstein:
Everything that can be counted does not necessarily count; everything that counts cannot necessarily be counted.
And my favorite colors are pink and reds, with the occasional purple. Although lately I like green. hmmm….. And one can never have too much sock yarn!
Happy Birthday!
Also here from “Stumbling over Chaos.”
November is my dad’s b-day month, and until I moved away from LA, I had no idea there were seasons…or how they’d affect my moods :).
In one of my past lives I was an English Teacher (7th grade), so I really really like this one:
“Colorless green ideas sleep furiously.” Noam Chomksy
From my sarcastical depths:
“The surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that it has never tried to contact us.” Calvin (of Calivn & Hobbes/Bill Waterson)
Because I don’t have any 4’s in my age yet, but it’s a-comin’:
“Hey, hey, hey. Don’t be mean. We don’t have to be mean because, remember, no matter where you go, there you are.” -Buckaroo Bonzai from The Adventures of Buckaroo Bonsai Across the 8th Dimension
And just because:
“Well, now that we have seen each other,” said the Unicorn, “if you believe in me, I’ll believe in you.”
–Lewis Carroll
As for yarn? I’m one of those sock-yarn collectors…as we’re heading toward super dark and gloomy in Seattle, the brighter, the better–barring neon.
And again, happy birthday!
“Find something you’re passionate about and keep tremendously interested in it.” — Julia Child
This is my signature line on the TKGA message board. I think it’s pretty great!
Happy Birthday, Cathy-Cate!
I don’t know the author of this one:
“Troubles come not as single soldiers, but a battalion”
This is one that helps me get stuff done:
(I guess a Chinese proverb)
“Don’t wait until you are thirsty to dig a well”
I like worsted weight yarn and bulky, natural fibers. (But if someone is giving ME a gift, “I won’t look a gift-horse in the mouth” as the saying goes 🙂 )
And a happy, happy birthday to you and remember
You’re only as old as you feel
as wise as you look
and as beautiful as you heart.
made that up on the fly just for you!!
Many Blessings, Mrs. C.
Happy Birthday!
I found this on a website,
So it’s your fortieth birthday;
Four decades have gone and passed.
They say when you get older,
Time goes twice as fast.
I wouldn’t know, of course,
Since I am still quite young,
But for you, the music is over;
Your last song has been sung.
You’re just over the hill at forty;
You went down without a fight.
Time rushes on, and soon
That “hill” will be out of sight!
Happy Birthday Anyway!
By Joanna Fuchs
If you’re not mad, my yarn preferences are anything soft, and I love bright colors!
Oops, forgot to list my yarn faves. I mostly use wool and wool-blends in worsted-weight and sock yarn. Colors: how ’bout cream or red (worsted) or blues/greens (sock)?
Being Italian, not big on English poets, so here I go with my favorite Italian poem:
Mattina by Giuseppe Ungaretti
M’illumino
d’immenso
any translation in English is going to be inadequate, but it would be:
Morning by Giuseppe Ungaretti
I light up
with the immensity
I just love it.
My preference is merino in red.
Ops, I forgot:
Happy Birthday!
I love Dorothy Parker so much – here’s one of my favorite quotes of hers: “I wish I could drink like a lady / I can take one or two at the most / Three and I’m under the table / Four and I’m under the host”. Please be advised this is in no way a reflection of me! 🙂 As for yarn, if it’s free, I’m not picky! Happy Birthday and I don’t think November is dreary at all – I love it!
My memory is useless when it comes to remembering quotations and poems, which used to embarrass me immensely when I was young as my dad is a drama teacher and director!
I do remember a mug he gave me when I went off to university, which had the quote
“the best man for the job is usually a woman”
emblazoned on it. I used to love serving tea to potential boyfriends in that mug and judging them by their comments or lack of (only kidding of course 😉 Amazingly, the mug survived 3 years in university halls of residence intact! Clearly my fellow students all recognised the truth in the statement.
My favourite poem for reciting is the Jabberwocky – I mean, who cannot smile while wrapping your tongue round lines like:
“Twas brillig and the slithy toves, did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogoves, and the mome raths outgrabe”
It’s a perfect example that the power of language has over our imagination – nonsense poetry that can elicit amazing images – watch out for those slithy toves next time you go down to the woods!
Finally, a not particularly cheerful, but quite apt poem from Thomas Hood (1844):
No sun – no moon!
No morn – no noon –
No dawn – no dusk – no proper time of day –
No sky – no earthly view –
No distance looking blue –
No road – no street – no “t’other side the way” –
No end to any Row –
No indications where the Crescents go –
No top to any steeple –
No recognitions of familiar people –
No courtesies for showing ’em –
No knowing ’em! –
No travelling at all – no locomotion,
No inkling of the way – no notion –
“No go” – by land or ocean –
No mail – no post –
No news from any foreign coast –
No Park – no Ring – no afternoon gentility –
No company – no nobility –
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member –
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds –
November!
Clearly that was not a great month for Mr Hood. I hope yours has turned out much better!
Happy birthday!
charlie.
ps – yarnwise, I tend towards skinny rather than chunky, autumn rather than spring, and sheep rather than plastic.
Not only do I have a November birthday but my birthday is also on the 27th. How odd is that?
My fav quote is by Eleanor Roosevelt: A woman is like a tea bag. You never know how strong she is until she gets in hot water.
Happy birthday! 😀 Your chrysanths are beauties. My place is looking mighty bare right now, but your pics took me right back to when my dad’s garden was full of them. I love their fragrance.
I have two quotations to share.
The first is from Orson Welles: “My doctor told me to stop having intimate dinners for four. Unless there are three other people.”
And a more thoughtful little poem from William Blake:
“He who binds himself to a joy
Doth the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sunrise.”
My preferred yarn is natural/natural-blend fingering/sock weight in any colour.
This is something my grandmother sent me in 1991! It’s by Donna Abate, who wrote for Blue Mtn Arts…those sappy poetry books! Grandmother wrote it out on a piece of stationary and it has hung on a wall someplace since… my office, my house, someplace!
May the world hug today
with its warmth and love
and whisper a joyful tune
in your heart
And may the wind
carry a voice
that tells you
there is a friend
sitting in another corner
of the world
right now
wishing you well.
Grandmother got one of her own poems published, but I can’t seem to find it right now. We put it in with her and grandfather’s ashes, or her memorial. I’ll look for it. It was about an old gray sweater that though its wearer was gone still brought comfort.
I recently got a great card (hanging in my new office!) that says ‘if drinks aren’t involved, then neither am I’.
My stash may be as big as yours…. so…. wool (but other natural fibers would be great too or blends), worsted/sport, earthy colors. Not a huge fan of blue, but I like most other colors!
What a great competition! I have so enjoyed reading all these quotations. I especially liked the sock poem. It’s so amazing that there are no repeats.
Hope you have a really happy birthday and thanks for sharing the yarny love.
My favourite ‘funny’ is a quote by Gandhi. When asked what he thought of western civilisation he replied “I think it would be a good idea”
The quote that I have come back to again and again and passed on to others for courage is from Goethe the full quotation is given but usually just the last bit is enough.
Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back– Concerning all acts of initiative and creation, there is one elementary truth the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamed would have come his way.
Whatever you can do, or dream you can do, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Begin it now.
Yarn I love soft (malabrigo) I love colourful (noro) I love freebies (anything)
I don’t know who said it first, but the voice of one of my aunts booms this line in my mind’s ear every now and then:
BLOOM WHERE YOU ARE PLANTED!
It has other significance in our family, too, being a bit of a play on words with a surname.
Happy Birthday!
What a wonderful contest, I have completely enjoyed reading all the comments.
My favorite quote is one I have carried with me for years. I have always told my children that you have to decide the kind of person you want to be, then choose your actions so that they make you that kind of person. This quote gives a little advice on how to do that:
Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits; they become character.
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.
—Frank Outlaw
Thank you for sharing your birthday with everyone in this way! I knit with everything from laceweight to bulky, I love surprises and trying new projects. I like natural colors and blues, but just about anything has a perfect use, you just have to find it!
Happy Birthday! My DH is a November birthday too. I enjoyed browsing your blog.
One of my favorite quotes:
We all get heavier as we get older because there’s a lot more information in our heads.
So, I’m not fat, I’m just really intelligent and my head couldn’t hold anymore so it started filling up the rest of me.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!
(Garfield)
Whoops, forgot my yarn preferences. I love to felt so I like 100% wools in blues, greens, purples, burgundy.
Jane
My entry comes complete with photographs; it is the subject of this blog entry – http://purlthis.blogspot.com/2007/02/day-late.html
I really like the look of “barberpole” type handspun – when there are different colours in each ply. My favourite colours are green, purple and red, but I also like burnt orange, chocolate brown, and olive.
My son was born in November. He celebrated his 14th birthday on the 18th.
A small song:
On this delicate day in November
You celebrate the start of a year
I hope you will be happy
in good health, without any fear
We wish you so much happiness
love and lots of joy
but most of all; a birthday cake
to share with family…girl or boy
Early congrats to you from The Netherlands 😀
I was born on Thanksgiving,
Don’t call me a turkey,
I’m more energetic,
(But not really perky)
It stinks to be born,
On Thanksgiving Day,
All are assembled,
But no heed to YOU pay.
They forget to bring presents,
They did bring the wine,
They forget to bring wishes,
The turkey was fine.
But this year my birthday,
On Thanksgiving fell,
My daughter’s in college,
And was home, it was swell!
The weather here,
Was surprisingly warm.
We went for a long walk,
With no fear of a storm.
And then we made dinner,
All the things I like most.
No turkey, no potatoes.
Lasagna, garlic toast.
Then I got presents,
I am an old coot,
Earrings from hubby,
and purple rain boot(s).
It was a great day,
I have to admit,
I hope yours is too,
And your presents all fit!
Happy Birthday.
My quote: “Nothing worse than being upstaged by a dead turkey.”
And as you can tell, I too hate having a birthday in dreary November. Both of my parents, my sister, and my grandmother all had birthdays within a week of each other in April when the flowers are blooming and the sun is shining. Bah humbug.
My favorite color is purple. Then blues and reds. Never green, yellow or orange, makes me look dead. I’m mostly a sweater knitter, my favorite weight is worsted, but I use anything from sock (fingering) to bulky. I only like natural fibers – I love hand painted, but who doesn’t. I love alpaca, silk, wool, cotton, I’m less fond of mohair. I’m not a big lace weight fan either.
My favorite is from Tolkien:
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
I like jewel tones and sock yarn 🙂
And Happy Birthday! Mine is in December, which I absolutely detest. My birthday gets lost in Christmas preparations.
“The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.” –Dorothy Parker
” Life is, in fact, a battle. On this point optimists and pessimists agree. Evil is insolent and strong: beauty enchanting but rare; goodness very apt to be weak; folly very apt to be defiant; wickedness to carry the day; imbeciles to be in very great places, people of sense in small, and mankind generally, unhappy. But the world as it stands is no illusion, no phantasm, no evil dream of a night; we wake up to it again and again for ever and ever; we can neither forget it nor deny it nor dispense with it. We can welcome experience as it comes, and give it what it demands, in exchange for something which is idle to pause to call much or little so long as it contributes to swell the volume of consciousness. In this there is mingled pain and delight, but over the mysterious mixture there hovers a visible rule, that bids us learn to will and seek to understand.”
Henry James
Ivan Turgenev
“‘What’s a philosopher ?’ said Brutha. ‘Someone who’s bright enough to find a job with no heavy lifting,’ said a voice in his head.”
Terry Pratchett
Small Gods
My favorite color is a dark green, dark brown, or black, and I am currently enamored with sock yarns. Big fan of wool and alpaca, not so much of mohair or acrylic.
This will be a long post.
I love one of Robert Frost’s lesser known poems, ‘Choose Something Like a Star’
O Star (the fairest one in sight),
We grant your loftiness the right
To some obscurity of cloud —
It will not do to say of night,
Since dark is what brings out your light.
Some mystery becomes the proud.
But to be wholly taciturn
In your reserve is not allowed.
Say something to us we can learn
By heart and when alone repeat.
Say something! And it says “I burn.”
But say with what degree of heat.
Talk Fahrenheit, talk Centigrade.
Use language we can comprehend.
Tell us what elements you blend.
It gives us strangely little aid,
But does tell something in the end.
And steadfast as Keats’ Eremite,
Not even stooping from its sphere,
It asks a little of us here.
It asks of us a certain height,
So when at times the mob is swayed
To carry praise or blame too far,
We may choose something like a star
To stay our minds on and be staid.
Those last 4 lines stay with me and pop into my head whenever I feel myself getting worked up over something.
I’ve also been moved by some of the writings of Thomas Merton. A Trappist Monk, he writes in religious terms that I, a lifelong Unitarian-Universalist, sometimes stumble over. But when I look beyond the words at what he’s saying, I’m touched.
“The warblers are coming through now. Very hard to identify them all, even with field glasses and a bird book. (delete) Watching one which I took to be a Tennessee warbler. A beautiful, neat, prim little thing-seeing this beautiful thing which people do not usually see, looking into this world of birds, which is not concerned with us or with our problems, I felt very close to God or felt religious anyway. Watching those birds was as food for meditation, or as mystical reading. Perhaps better.
Also the beautuful, unidentified red flower or fruit I found on a bud yesterday. These things say so much more than words.
Mark Van Doren, when he was here, said, “The birds don’t know they have names.”
Watching them I thought: who cares what they are called? But do I have the courage not to care? Whey not be like Adam, in a new world of my own, and call them by my own names?
That would mean that I thought the names were important.
No name and no word to identify the beauty and reality of those birds today is the gift of God to me in letting me see them.”
I’m submitting this mostly for the fun of it, and don’t have any expectations or hopes of getting anything fibrous. But I am wondering if having not just any November birthday, but a November 27th birthday, would get me a triple win instead of a double?
Happy birthday!
This isn’t that cheery, but it’s a reminder that grey days don’t entirely suck. A poem, “Résumé”, by Dorothy Parker:
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
I’m not all that picky about yarn. My favorite color is purple, but I’m also drawn to blues and greens. I don’t really care for variegated or self-striping yarns that mix drastically different colors. I’d be interested in less common plant fibers if any such yarns were available options.
Hi Again,
Just a few more stanzas to my Ode to a Thanksgiving Birthday poem. By the way, I compose them on the fly – it’s more fun that way.
Thanksgiving’s my birthday,
You may think me lucky,
But let me assure you,
It’s really quite sucky.
While everyone’s thinking of
Turkey and yams,
You think of presents,
Of alpaca or lambs.
I thought of a party,
And called up to say,
But everyone said,
They were going away.
So I sit in the gloom,
That November does bring,
And think: next time around,
I’ll be born in the spring!
I realize your birthday also sometimes falls on Thanksgiving. I hope that you enjoy that more than I do. And finally:
Happy birthday to you,
May the weather be nice,
And this year at least,
No snow, rain, or ice.
Happy Merry Birthday to you!!!
My own personal (I thought it up all by my little self) quote, which I use as my signature on emails, is:
“If at first you don’t succeed….frog it and start over”!
I know, it’s not funny but it is the cause of a lot of questions from “Muggles”!
Sorry I don’t get a second entry, I’m a Leo!
Cathy,
Triggered by my uncle’s funeral last week I have been on the search for a poem read at my grandma’s funeral almost three years ago, but it has not been found. It was something that she kept on her frige and offered support for her other son that died as a teen from cancer. This was just before I was born in 1964. It was about a bird in your palm and how you must let it go.
With my uncle’s funeral, I was remembering Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken.” He went to Vietnam in 1968 and returned to the family farm until his recent death, suffering from Parkinsons, never marrying and living a bit of a solitary life. While we may have passed judgement that his life was lonely, I recognize assets of strength that ‘The Road Not Taken” speaks to, his choice, despite its lack of commonality perhaps will make all the difference.
But now I remember my favorite phrase of inspiration that I took on in college and continue to hold dear, familiar to all:
Remember yesterday, dream about tomorrow, but live today!
Happy Birthday Cathy! You have some amazing pieces to choose from. Happy November too! See you by the fireplace!
Karla
Happy Birthday Cathy!
Personally, I have very conflicting feelings about November. I don’t like the dreariness and the inevitable realization that winter is coming, but I do like Thanksgiving, and getting to start up the fireplace/hot cocoa routine again.
I would have to say that the yarn I am lusting after most recently is sock yarn, or anything fingering weight. I’m a huge solid/nearly solid color fan, though variagated is nice as long as its not a combination of rainbow-ish colors.
I’m not sure if I have a single favorite poem… its more like a favorite for my mood at the time. The one that immediately came to mind is one by Wislawa Szymborska called “The Onion”. I’m not really sure if it fits into Door #1 or Door #2…. Well anyway, here it is (sorry for the length!)
The onion, now that’s something else.
Its innards don’t exist.
Nothing but pure onionhood
fills this devout onionist.
Oniony on the inside,
onionesque it appears.
It follows its own daimonion
without our human tears.
Our skin is just a coverup
for the land where none dare go,
an internal inferno,
the anathema of anatomy.
In an onion there’s only onion
from its tip to its toe,
onionymous monomania,
unanimous omninudity.
At peace, of a piece,
internally at rest.
Inside it, there’s a smaller one
of undiminished worth.
The second holds a third one,
the third contains a fourth.
A centripetal fugue.
Polyphony compressed.
Nature’s roundest tummy,
its greatest success story,
the onion drapes itself in its
own aureoles of glory.
We hold veins, nerves, fat,
secretions’ secret sections.
Not for us such idiotic
onionoid perfections.
My favorite quote is:
The middle of the road is the worst place to drive.
I love earth tones, fall colors, and the like. No neons or anything too outrageous. Variegated/heather is nice also.
I like worsted weight and sock yarn.
I’ve always liked this Sidney Smith quote:
“What you don’t know would make a great book.”
So true!
I’m in the mood for a lace project, so I’d love some skinny yarn in a nice dark teal or plummy color. Thanks for having a contest! And happy birthday! 🙂
Francis of Assisi: Preach the Gospel, and if necessary, use words.
I have a card at HOME with a good knitting quote on it, but I can’t remember it exactly. Something about how the clicking of the needles ushers in peace. (I tried to Google it, to no avail! Once I get home after the deadline I can show you!)
And of course a few of my favorite Bible verses:
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11
Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it. Matthew 7:13-14
I LOVE purple, and any yarn that is not itchy…:-)
Happy Birthday!! My husband and one son were November babies…
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I love this entry from A YEAR IN A LANCASHIRE GARDEN by HENRY A. BRIGHT:
“November 7. The soft autumn weather still
spares what flowers the rains have left us, and here and there are signs as if of another spring. Violets along the grass walks, Strawberries in flower, and to-day a little yellow Brier Rose blossoming on an almost leafless spray, remind us of the early months of the year that is no more.
But here, too, are some of the flowers of November. The Arbutus has again opened its bunches of waxen pink, and the chrysanthemums are again blooming on the shrubbery beds. The year has all but completed its circle since first I wrote these notes, and I speak to-day of the flowers, the same, yet not the same, as those of which I wrote eleven months ago. ”
Ask my favorite color on ten different days and you’ll get 12 different answers. So today I’ll just say Sunrise or Twilight. Any sport or worsted animal fiber would be lovely.
Well, I just realised I’m a year late. How embarrassing. But I hope you enjoyed the 2007 Bday and will enjoy the 2008 bday as well.
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