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Meet…

…Mabelle.

My CPW

Mabelle (pronounced May-belle) is a Canadian Production Wheel.

Supports

She is a light brunette with intricate turnings who enjoys baths with Murphys, tight twist in her singles, low speed treadling and long evenings by the fire.

A single's eye view...

She made her home in Canandaigua, NY but when her former partner passed on, she decided to become a Massachusetts resident.  (yes, she also leans to the left and is just as appalled as her new partner at the R following the name of the newly elected Senator from our fair Commonwealth)

Treadle

Currently she is making friends with her new sisters, Amelia and Emma, and is attempting to charm them into not being jealous of all the attention she’s been getting lately.

Mother of All

She has undergone some cosmetic surgery over the years however, she is looking forward to a full-body scrub in the Spring.

Flyer Assembly with my First Bobbin on the CPW

A high-fiber diet is a favorite, she tries to get about 6 ounces per day.

CPW and Symphony

Amelia is trying her best to not look intimidated.  ;o)

For those wondering where I came up with the name Mabelle – my Maternal Grandmother’s name on paper was Mabel.  However, her mother pronounced it in the French-Canadian style “May-Belle” and when searching for French names for my new wheel I came across the name Mabelle which, to me, fit perfectly.

Now, to find some sunshine so I can take pictures of the yarn she and I have made together…

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Okay so maybe I’m a bit touched…

…apparently Christine thinks I’m a bit…weird. Or, she has an inkling and wants proof since she tagged me for the ‘6 Weird Things’ meme. ;o)

Okay, the rules:

“Each player of this game starts with the ‘6 weird things
about you.’ People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6
weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need
to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to
leave a comment that says ‘you are tagged’ in their comments and tell
them to read your blog.”

First things first – there will be no taggage. Not by me, anyway. Not during the last week of knitting season the Xmess…mess. There are those who did not do as I did and are knitting their little hearts out right now. I don’t want to piss off any knitters – what with them having pointy things and all ;o)

(btw, I asked RR for help with this – and received a smirk and a “there’s tons, but I can’t think of anything specific right now” har. har. isn’t he just so fricken hilarious.)

1. I’ve mentioned this before – I’m afraid of tall ceilings. Anything over three stories and I’m a puddle of jell-o and can’t move an inch. RR thought he’d be all nice when we first started dating and he brought me to Grand Central Station…

2. I have to clean my kitchen (mostly the stovetop) before I can start cooking. I’ll clean it again when I’m done, too.

3. If you are introduced to me, I will have the hardest time in the world remembering your name. However, I will remember your face for the rest of my life. I just won’t be able to get your attention across a crowded room ‘cuz your name will escape me…

4. So many people have this issue that it can’t really be considered ‘weird’ anymore – I don’t like it when my food touches, unless I *make* it touch. Like in shepherd’s pie, for instance. Or lasagne. (mmmm…lasagne…)

5. I am a very superstitious soul – I knock on wood regularly, I won’t ever, EVER put shoes on a table or a countertop, I won’t throw my sweepings out the door, God help me if a black cat circles me and there’s no way in hell you’d get me to walk under a ladder. Oh and I hold my breath when I drive by cemetaries.

6. I think I’ve mentioned this before, too – I’m afraid of crowds. If I am in the middle of a bunch of people I don’t know I get all wigged out. However, if there are people that I know in the crowd, I’m okay. It’s like, if I’m standing next to a friend who I know would clear a path for me if I start to freak, I feel safe.

So…let us revisit #3. Yesterday, I’m watching The Tick episodes that I told ya’ll about and when I start watching Episode 6 I have an epiphany. There, in a red costume with a big ‘ole C on his chest is….JONATHAN FROM FRICKEN SURVIVOR! (he has his own Wikipedia page! AND IMDB page! No, I don’t have anything better to do…why do you ask?) I almost fell over. I KNEW he looked familiar! dammit! RR didn’t believe me ’til he got home and I proved it (oh ye of little faith, eh? He should know better.) Swear to God – Jonathan whats-his-rat-fink was The Champion on The Tick. If you are a Survivor fan (or a Tick fan, or hell, if you’re bored), go watch. It’s fricken hilarious ;o) I am definitely filing this under ‘Things I Wish I Had Found Last Week’ *grin*

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Oh yeah…the knitting…

I would have loved to have posted this earlier – however, when it rains as hard as it did here today, the satellite internet connection no work-y. Very frustrating.

Anyway, had I posted earlier, I wouldn’t have had this lovely photo to share with you:

 

Guess who got the rest of her braces put on today…aaaaand guess who’s a lil cranky about it…

Isn’t she lovely? hehehe

Oh, and the knitting:

I’m most of the way through the 3rd repeat (of 5) of chart 3 (of 4) of Ene’s Scarf – almost there!

One more thing – for fans of The OfficeMichael and Dwight are bringing sexy back and it’s freaking. hilarious. ;o)

Hi – Beanie here :o) I’d like to thank everyone for their Birthday wishes and let you all know that I only woke Daddy up four times (he was pretty cranky after the second time but knew that if he didn’t let me out, we would ALL regret it). I’d also like to move in with Marina (though Momma says she’d miss me and the steak will probably kill me. I don’t care – it’s STEAK and I haven’t had red meat since…well, since last Christmas!) – and Bella? You’re pretty cute yourself! Layla – I’d love to hang out! Sitting on balls of yarn is my 2nd favorite thing to do – my first is getting tangled up in the string and dragging it across the room while Momma yells and Daddy tries to catch me ;o)

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