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"12 Days of Christmas"
und die „kleinen
Dinge“ hatten mich fest im Griff – recht viel weiter hätten auch meine
Hirnfunktionen nicht gereicht (das wirkliche Leben versucht immer
wieder, seine Klauen an mir zu wetzen). Kleine Dinge wären ja eigentlich
etwas für die Sommerhitze, wenn Frau keine warmen Wollsachen auf
dem Schoß aushalten mag. Aber: man muss die Maschen stricken,
wie sie kommen (oder so....).

Zu Weihnachten bekam ich drei
wunderhübsche Stränge Noro Cashmere Island und ich konnte
gar nicht lange widerstehen (ha!, ich habe immer noch fast 1 ½
Stränge übrig... thinking, thinking....).
Aus den ersten 1 1/2 Strängen wurde ein Neck Warmer für
mein frierendes Hälschen frei nach dem Vorbild von Drops Design.

Natürlich "musste" ich die Vorlage wieder abändern. Ich habe den Halswärmer offen gestrickt, damit beim Durchschlüpfen nicht dauernd mein wallendes Haupthaar zerzaust wird. Das wiederum hatte eine tagelange Suche nach passenden Knöpfen zur Folge. Zum guten Schluss habe ich mich dann einfach an die Häkelnadel geworfen und selber welche fabriziert.

Das Ding ist WARM. Nochmal zum Stichwort Weihnachten:
von einer anderen lieben Freundin bekam
ich einen Mäusekönig – inclusive Buch dazu, den KANN ich
euch einfach nicht vorenthalten: er hat eine richtige Krone mit
Perlen an den Zacken und er ist purpurn und gülden gewandet und
insgesamt sehr vornehm und königlich, sogar die Schnurrhaare
spreizen sich ziemlich royally ab....

Und dann eine noch andere ganz liebe
Freundin aus der Maschenmädelsgruppe verehrte mir eine
Pappmachéschale und ein Buch mit Lesezeichen (doppelt
gestrickt auf einer Nadel – wir hatten das einmal erlernt und geübt
bei der Anfertigung der Sitsters) – sie setzt solche Erkenntisse
immer sehr einfallsreich um :)
In der Schale wohnt jetzt ein wiederum
anderes Geschenk, das seinen Weg aus Wien zu mir fand:
eine wunderhübsche Spindel in
verschiedenen Holzarten und die zugehörigen Kammzug-Knollis.
Vielleicht habe ich ja kommende Woche ein bisschen Zeit, mit meinen
Weihnachtssachen zu spielen ????
Bei dem Gedanken an Freundinnen fällt
mir auch gleich noch was ein:

macht mir
unheimlich viel Spaß und vor lauter tollen Sachen komme ich
noch weniger zum Stricken – Ravelry ist ja wirklich das Maximum an
Inspiration. Wer mich dort gern besuchen kommen mag, mein Name dort
ist Maria (wie im wirklichen Leben – seltsam, dass der noch frei
war). Ich LIEBE den Button „friend activities“ der führt
mich immer weiter und weiter durch das Wild Woolly Web :) und da ist was los!
Und außerdem ganz schlimm: dieses persistierende fulminante JapanVirus!!!
Seit Beginn der Yahoo-Liste Knitting in Japan
hat sich meine Büchersucht auch
noch nach Fernost ausgeweitet.
Diese Liste (it seemed like a good idea to join at the time) beschäftigt sich mit
japanischen Strickanleitungen und da gibt es ja wirklich, wirklich
exklusives Zeuch.....und ganz tolle Muster uns dabei schöne
Schemata und und und..... Die Mailinglisten-Mitglieder sind auch
sehr hilfsbereit, es gibt verschiedene Knitalongs und weiterführende Erklärungen dazu (ich sag nur "Mondnacht", "Am Kamin", etc....) und auch in einigen Blogs kann man zu diesem Thema
viel nachlesen und erfahren.
ColourKnits
Crafting Japanese Fleegle's Blog FluffBuf
Hatena
Japanese Knitting Patterns Knit Creations
KnitBuddies
Knitting Park Blog
Run on Sentences
Sbutnarasu
Snowy Mavisy
Stitches of Violet
Stitches of Violet More book reviews and some links Whispering Pine
Wer gerne in deutscher Sprache mehr über
dieses Thema ansehen will: bei Tichiro gibt’s sehr gute
Buchbeschreibungen – danke Tina! (ein bisschen was ist auch wieder
von Yesasia zu mir unterwegs – immer wieder diese schwachen
Momente! - so ein Glück! - thinking about new bookshelves....but
where to put them is some other topic....)
Zurück zum „wirklichen Leben“
oder: „men sized plain, dark gloves“:
„irgendwie“ haben meines Sohnes
Halbhandschuhe Löcher bekommen. Es ist ein unnachvollziehbares
Mysterium. 
Daraufhin meinte er doch glatt, er hätte gerne als
Ersatz Fingerhandschuhe, dunkel und ohne Klimbim (!!!). Das erfreut
natürlich Mutterns Strickerinnenherz, wenn sie für das
geliebte Kind was stricken darf (Pullover werden immer noch
kategorisch abgelehnt – bevorzugt werden gekaufte BW-Pullover einer
gewissen skandinavischen Kette – was wiederum auch nicht schade
ist, da sie nach ein- bis zweimaligem Tragen in die Schmutzwäsche
fliegen). But I digress. Zurück zu den Fingerhandschuhen: Opal,
anthrazit, Nadelstärke 2 mm, einer ist bereits fertig. Sieht ein
bissel verzogen aus auf dem Foto (die zugrundeliegende Sofa-Lehne hat
eine gewisse Wölbung). Kommende Woche habe ich FREI und hoffe
auf etwas Strickzeit. 
Die versprochene Ausführung zur
Fearless Knitter 2008 Aktion von Knitting Daily (Interweave):
das
erste mutige Strickabenteuer in diesem Jahr habe ich bereits hinter
mir – geboren aus purer Nachlässigkeit.
Die Geschichte dazu: ich
stricke munter vor mich hin an einem Paar Broadripple-Socken für
die Geschenkekiste (muss dazu sagen, dass ich diese Wolle schon
einmal aufgetrennt hatte, da mir die Maschinen-Socke daraus nicht
gefiel und ich die Wolle dafür zu schade fand). Alsdann: ich bin
ja nicht so gewissenhaft, dass ich Reihen zählen würde wie akkurate Menschen, nein, ich verließ mich auf den Farbverlauf – muss ich
mehr sagen? Die zweite Socke hatte einen ungefähr 4 cm kürzeren
Schaft als die erste Socke - bemerkt nach dem Vernähen der Fäden. Insert
Fearlessness.... ich wollte wirklich nicht eine ganze Socke wegen
Farbfehlers auftrennen: fearless an der richtigen Stelle eine
Reihe rausgetrennt, die fehlenden Farben reingestrickt und im
Maschenstich wieder zusammengenäht – bin sehr stolz auf mich:
wer nicht weiß, wo dieses Missgeschick stattfand, wird es kaum
erkennen – besonders freut es mich, dass ich die Musterung dennoch
recht gut aufrecht erhalten konnte. Ha!!!!

Furchtloses Vorhaben: Den angefangenen Rogue muss ich noch
mal genauer inspizieren. Ich habe den Verdacht, dass dessen Ausmaße
einem Idealbild entsprechen und nicht den Maßen der
„wirklichen“ Maria – muss aber erst noch den Mut aufbringen,
diesen Tatsachen auf die Zentimeter zu blicken. Da lässt die
Fearlessness noch zu wünschen übrig – aber ich bleibe am
Ball, äh Knäuel – sprich: Kone.
7. Januar 2008
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für die nächsten Einträge sind gemacht - nur noch keine Zeit, etwas halbwegs Sinnreiches zu fabrizieren. Es bewahrheitet sich gleich im neuen Jahr: nach Weihnachten ist vor Weihnachten.... Was mir heute schon mit Freude ins Auge gestochen hat, sind die neuen Wollmeisen-Farben: einfach TRAUMHAFT! Einstweilen ein Bild meiner immer um diese Zeit erblühenden Kamelie - ich wünschte, ich hätte einen Wintergarten! 
Im nächsten Beitrag habe ich einiges zum furchtlosen Stricken zu sagen - ich habe auch schon damit angefangen! 6. Januar 2008 | | No comments for this item |
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Your Brain is Purple
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Of all the brain types, yours is the most idealistic.
You tend to think wild, amazing thoughts. Your dreams and fantasies are intense.
Your thoughts are creative, inventive, and without boundaries.
You tend to spend a lot of time thinking of fictional people and places - or a very different life for yourself.
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6. Januar 2008
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Aus den Weiten des WWW... |
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irgendwann gefunden und abgespeichert....sollte jemand wissen, von wem der Text ist, bitte melden! Zugegeben, es ist eine rührseelige Geschichte, trotzdem bin ich der festen Überzeugung, dass gute Taten "gutes Karma" anziehen und wie die Alten schon sagten: "alle Schuld rächt sich auf Erden". In letzter Zeit habe ich oft beobachtet, wie hart und unüberlegt, gleichgültig oder gar wirklich verletzend mit den Mitmenschen umgegangen wird (ich habe auch meine sehr üblen Momente) und ein bisschen Zeit, inne zu halten und auch sich selbst wieder einen Schubs in die Richtung zu geben, die man als wünschenswert sieht, könnte nur gut für das "Erdenklima" sein. In diesem Sinne: nochmals FROHE WEIHNACHTEN! Some time I found this in the WWW somewhere - I don't know, who wrote it originally. If YOU do know, please tell me - I would like to give credit, where credit is due... Christmas at the Gas
Station

The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn't been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. It was just another day to him. He didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a reason to celebrate. Hewas sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped through.
Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up. "Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger. "I see you're busy, I'll just go." "Not without something hot in your belly." George said.
He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. "It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty, "Stew ... made it myself. When you're done, there's coffee and it's fresh."
Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the driveway bell. "Excuse me, be right back," George said. There in the driveway was an old '53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front. The driver was panicked. "Mister can you help me!" said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent. "My wife is with child and my car is broken."
George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead. "You ain't going in this thing," George said as he turned away.
"But Mister, please help .." The door of the office closed behind George as he went inside. He went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside. He walked around the building, opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting. "Here, take my truck," he said. "She ain't the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good."
George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night. He turned and walked back inside the office. "Glad I gave 'em the truck, their tires were shot too. That 'ol truck has brand new ......." George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone. The Thermos was on the desk, empty, with a used coffee cup beside it. "Well, at least he got something in his belly," George thought.
George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered the the block hadn't cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator. "Well, shoot, I can fix this," he said to himself. So he put a new one on.
Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through the winter either." He took the snow treads off of his wife's old Lincoln. They were like new and he wasn't going to drive the car anyway.
As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, "Please help me."
George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention. "Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. "Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin'," he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease.
"Something for pain," George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his back. "These ought to work." He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills. "You hang in there, I'm going to get you an ambulance."
The phone was dead. "Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your car." He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio.
He went back in to find the policeman sitting up. "Thanks," said the officer. "You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still in the area."
George sat down beside him, "I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain't gonna leave you." George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. "Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right through 'ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think with time your gonna be right as rain."
George got up and poured a cup of coffee. "How do you take it?" he asked. "None for me," said the officer. "Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain't got no donuts." The officer laughed and winced at the same time.
The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun. "Give me all your cash! Do it now!" the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before.
"That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the officer.
"Son, why are you doing this?" asked George, "You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt."
The young man was confused. "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot you, too. Now give me the cash!"
The cop was reaching for his gun. "Put that thing away," George said to the cop, "we got one too many in here now."
He turned his attention to the young man. "Son, it's Christmas Eve. If you need money, well then, here. It ain't much but it's all I got. Now put that pee shooter away."
George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. "I'm not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son," he went on. "I've lost my job, my rent is due, my car got repossessed last week ."
George handed the gun to the cop. Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the best we can."
He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across from the cop. "Sometimes we do stupid things." George handed the young man a cup of coffee. "Bein' stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin' in here with a gun ain't the answer. Now sit there and get warm and we'll sort this thing out."
The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. "Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I'm sorry officer."
"Shut up and drink your coffee." the cop said.
George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn. "Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops asked the wounded officer.
"Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?"
"GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?" the other cop asked as he approached the young man.
Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran."
George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other.
"That guy work here?," the wounded cop continued. "Yep," George said, "just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job."
The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, "Why?"
Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas boy ... and you too, George, and thanks for everything."
"Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some of your problems."
George went into the back room and came out with a box. He pulled out a ring box. "Here you go, something for the little woman. I don't think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day."
The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. "I can't take this," said the young man. "It means something to you."
"And now it means something to you," replied George. "I got my memories. That's all I need."
George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. "Here's something for that little man of yours."
The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier.
"And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that too," George said, "Now git home to your family."
The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. "I'll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good."
"Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George said. "See ya the day after."
George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. "Where'd you come from? I thought you left?"
"I have been here. I have always been here," said the stranger. "You say you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?"
"Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn't see what all the bother was. Puttin' up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin' cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same by myself and besides I was gettin' a little chubby."
The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder. "But you do celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor. The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself. "That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man."
George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. "And how do you know all this?" asked the old man.
"Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your days are done you will be with Martha again."
The stranger moved toward the door. "If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration planned." George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room. "You see, George ... it's My birthday. Merry Christmas."
George fell to his knees and replied, "Happy Birthday, Lord."
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Frohe, glückliche Festtage |
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wünsche ich Euch allen von Herzen, ohne Leid und Schmerz, schöne Tage im Kreise eurer Lieben, auch mit Ruhe, um in unserer hektischen Zeit zur Besinnung zu kommen, Maria
23. Dezember 2007 | | This item includes 1 comment |
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