I was reading Miss Eyebright's post about theadorable yarn she found, and I was reminded of how I miss knitting. This resulted in a trip to Hobby Lobby, and fifteen minutes of yarn-scavenging. I was having difficulties deciding if I should get the darker blue, which was thicker, or this lighter blue.
My awesome mom walked over and explained that this colour reminded her of the horizon when a January storm was coming. It was decided. Being one who has an adoration of rain, I now own a skein of yarn the colour of January storms. *grins happily*
So, a scarf.
With tassels.
My mom and I were thinking of hats, but after the storm comparison, I think it would make a cute scarf. What do you guys think of it? :)
I was flipping through some of my old, old posts and came across this one. It was forwarded to me in an email a few years back, and wanted to share it again. Warning: You might laugh... ;)
Pride and Prejudice Jane Austen
Mr. Darcy:
Nothing is good enough for me.
Ms. Elizabeth Bennet:
I could never marry that proud man.
(They change their minds.)
THE END. A Christmas Carol Charles Dickens
Ebenezer Scrooge:
Bah, humbug. You’ll work thirty-eight hours on Christmas Day, keep the heat at five degrees, and like it.
Ghost of Jacob Marley:
Ebenezer Scrooge, three ghosts of Christmas will come and tell you you’re mean.
Three Ghosts of Christmas:
You’re mean.
Ebenezer Scrooge:
At last, I have seen the light. Let’s dance in the streets. Have some money.
THE END.
LORD OF THE RINGS J.R.R. Tolkien
Gandalf:
Bilbo Baggins, your Ring is evil. In a couple decades, we’ll try to destroy it. In the meantime, leave it for Frodo to play with.
Bilbo Baggins:
It’s not evil. It’s mine. My precious. Mine! Mine, I tell you!
(Frodo takes it to Rivendell. Some friends come with him. They are attacked by Nazgul.)
Elrond:
Frodo Baggins, if Sauron ever gets this Ring, the world will be destroyed, and evil will reign forever. We must act quickly. Take the Ring to where he lives.
(They travel more and Gandalf dies in Moria, but comes back later.)
Boromir:
Frodo Baggins, give me the Ring.
Frodo:
No.
Boromir:
What have I done? (dies)
THE END.
THE TWO TOWERS
(Gandalf frees Theoden and overthrows Saruman. A bunch of irrelevant stuff happens. Then the plot starts up again.)
THE END.
THE RETURN OF THE KING
Aragorn:
We must travel the Paths of the Dead.
Eowyn:
You’ll die.
(They don’t.)
Gandalf:
The Hordes of Mordor will destroy Minis Tirith.
(They don’t.)
Gandalf:
We must attack Mordor. We’ll all be killed.
(They aren’t.)
Gollum:
Mmmm, yummy finger. (dies)
Frodo:
The Ring has been destroyed, but now we will die in Mordor.
Sam:
Buck up, Mr. Frodo.
(A bunch of feathered things come out of nowhere and save everybody.)
THE END.
MOBY DICK Herman Melville
Ishmael:
Call me Ish.
Captain Ahab:
Crew, we will seek the white whale and kill it, because I am insane.
Crew:
Alas, your destructive obsession will be our undoing.
(They almost find the white whale. Then they almost find the white whale. Then they find it.)
Captain Ahab:
I stab at thee. I stab at thee.
(Everybody dies except Ishmael.)
My dad bought new batteries for my camera, and I felt compelled to make sure they worked properly. This resulted in a trip to the park. *grins* We were sitting on a bench, and I was suddenly overcome with envy aware that the golf course had a delightful view of the woods. I trespassed.
On the walk back to the car, I tripped looked down and noticed a very lovely leaf on the ground...
At the pond, my mom made me aware of a bird who was staring intently at something. I have named it 'Nevermore'.
The weather was nice, and the batteries proved to be commendable. :)
See those people above? Well, I'm really blessed to have them as parents. :)
Our church is having a fall festival tonight, which my family and I are preparing for right now. My dad and I are in charge of the candy apples, which we just finished. :) Shiny...
"Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth(without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it."
...being someone who pulls over on a highway (in rush-hour traffic) to take a picture of a flower you noticed in the ditch. It means being someone who lays flat on the ground to take a macro shot of a acorn. 'Photographer' means someone who screams happily when you get a shot of a leaf with a sleeping bug on top floating down a river (the one that was perfectly focused).
It means letting the looks of puzzlement and wonder (and sometimes pity) not bother you; even after you shove an epic picture is someone's face, only to have them ask, 'What is it?'
'Photographer' means standing on the roof of your vehicle to take a picture of 'God's painting'. It means laying in the hospital and noticing that your IV tube looks like a heart when it curls up in a certain way; it means calling your nurse just so she'll bring you your camera-phone so you can get a picture of it. It can mean slowing down (even if you're an hour late) and noticing that our God is an awesome God, because he made that flower. He made that leaf, along with the sleeping bug on it. He made that snake. He made that dead tree. He also made the sunset. A photographer is someone who sees something that many would overlook, and thinks, 'That would make a beautiful picture.'
