Ok, so I'm showing these a little early...I said tomorrow morning, but I have an appointment in St Louis then so I'm posting them now. This is my purple hair (hi, 'miah!!): And just for fun, this is me: Those are my bug-glasses. I love that big gradient tint sunglasses are back in style; I can go without makeup some days and still look groovy!  Yesterday I didn't have time to shower and style in the morning, so I tied my hair back in a black bandana and threw on those g...

This is what I started last night: I'm making it for my mom - I changed my mind about the last lacy scarf that I started and have decided to frog it (that's rip it out and use the yarn for something else in knit-speak) - and I'm using a pale lavender silky textured sport-weight yarn.  So far I'm very happy with it, and am pleased to report that it's not as hard as it looks. It's not the kind of thing that you can knit whith your eyes closed or whilst watching TV because i...

I've changed the name of my blog.  It's not 'Life as an Air Force wife' anymore.  It's now 'Confessions of a yarn junkie'. 'Life' had become...stale.  Matter of fact, my whole blogging experience has become stale of late. So, rather than give up the entire blog, I figured I'd give it a new coat of paint and re-arrange the furniture, so to speak. So, welcome to Confessions.  You can expect there to be a lot of talk about knitting and the qualities of various yarns and fi...

No, not 'tar-jay'.  TARGET.  As in bullseye.  Something to be aimed for and shot at. I don't usually make much metion of the various ans sundry rumors that I hear about my husband's career field and the way it's heading.  I figure that it's not of much interest to anyone, and that the rumors are usually just that - rumors.  However, this information I'm about to share is starting to look like it's going to become reality, and it scares me to death. There i...

It's true.  I'm thinner.  It's all the walking that does it (2 1/2 mile 5 mornings a week and another mile and a half every evening). I'm smaller, but I dunno by how much.  I'm not weighing myself for fear I'll get depressed at the numbers and then will want to self-medicate with chocolate, thus starting the whole process off again. No scales for me, thanks, but I do know that my clothes are baggier and looser. Yay!  I'm thinner!  

In the midst of all the remembering and wishing and sadness that 9/11/2001 bought about, I'd like to wish my son (Davey) a happy 12th birthday. Make the most of this year, kid.  Next year you'll be lumped into the 'teenage' demographic....and whilst that would explain some of your behaviour already, don't wish your life away. Happy birthday kid.  We love you, boyo. Oh, and happy birthday also to Rebecca V, who was actually born on 9/11/2001 and whose father was really disap...

Tom-Kat have finally laid the 'Suri doesn't exist, there is no baby, it's all a publicity scam' rumors that have been rife over the past few months to rest and have allowed the world a glimpse of their offspring, Suri. That's Suri Cruise and her parents.  I can't say who she takes after, but I can say she has a LOT of dark hair and is, to my eye anyway, absolutely gorgeous! I'll bet there are a lot of babies with hair envy right now.....

I did my usual routine this morning: get up, get the kids up, make coffee, check my email, visit JU to see what went on overnight. I usually hover my mouse over the article title so I can see who wrote it because there are bloggers who I avoid like they've got Gangrene and I've learned from experience that reading their stuff just makes for a bad start to the day.  With perhaps one or two exceptions, every article was written by the same blogger. I went to the additional 'N...

My son will be 12 next Monday.  My mum sends him a birthday gift from the UK every year, and this year his gift arrived today.  She often puts some photos or a note for me in the box, so I always open it and then find somewhere to stash Davey's present. Today I opened the box, and, alongside my son's wrapped gifts, I found a package wrapped in tissue paper with a sticker attached that said 'some of your dad's things for you.  I hope you like them - Mum'.  I didn't expect i...

Uber-spoiled very upset teen girl with a tube of Revlon Mascara in her hand:  "I've come from MAC to THIS.  I don't know what I need here!  I don't know anything about THIS!  I usually just go to the MAC counter and tell the lady what I want and she gets it for me!" Uber-spolied girl's equally spolied friend who's wearing a skirt so short you can just about see her lady-parts: "Why is she making you do this?" Uber-spolied girl:  "Beacuse she's being a mean bee-atch...

*I posted this under 'art' because I don't know where else to post it.  There's no 'hobbies' category, and 'misc' just doesn't seem right.  Besides, there are a few PC knitters who call themselves 'fiber artists', so in some sense 'art' is where this article belongs' This is the yarn I've been obsessing over for the past few days:   It's by Patons, and it's called SWS - Soy Wool Stripes.  It's 70% wool and 30% soy and is delightful to work with.&...

You get excited about a new yarn you've seen and spend an entire day searching for projects to make using it. You wake up in the night smiling having just had an awesome dream about said yarn and the fingerless mittens and matching scarf you crafted out of it. You practice saying "oh yes, isn't the coloring and texture beautiful?  I made them myself you know!" in anticipation of people asking you about the fingerless mitts and scarf you made out of the yarn you had a happy dream about...

As I dragged my long-suffering husband into a local craft store today, I saw a sign on the door advertising daytime teaching positions, for, amongst other things, knitting classes.  "That'd be about perfect for me," I said.  "I could get paid to knit!!" I did as the sign instructed and found the manager.  He said that whilst they had one knitting teacher already, they were always looking out for people to teach during the day.  He asked what hours I could work, and whe...

I spent yesterday and last night in the hospital.  I was in the shower yesterday morning (I had just completed a 2 mile walk with my dawgs) when I felt a pain in my chest.  I spread out from under my sternum and whilst it was excruciating, it got my attention.  It only lasted a minute or two, then it subsided.  I didn't think anything of it and continued on washing my hair and shaving my legs. When I was drying off and getting dressed, I had the pain again.  ...