My last Creative Non-Fiction workshop of the semester. I’m starting to feel the load lighten. I have a 20-ish page paper and two presentations tomorrow, then the fun stuff (I’m being sincere)–revising stories and essays. I love revision, but that’s a post for another day. I got home to find this tucked into an Air Mailed package. From Australia. I carefully opened it, and who should I find?
My new pal, custom made for me by Sooz! He is so well made; I’m impressed. Look at the teeth. Check out his tail. Her shop has lots of other cutie pies, but as you may know (I stole that phrase from my youngest goddaughter), I adore beavers (stop laughing, Mona!). You’ve read about my name meaning meadow where the beaver dwells (stop, already, I’m still being sincere) and how ever since childhood I’ve considered the critters (I know, they’re just overgrown rodents, but awfully creative and industrious) among my favorite animals. So this guy came into my life just a few weeks before the Big Road Trip Back East…and I suspect there will be photojournalism (humor me) on that trip that involves this guy. He needs a name, though. I’ll dig through my stash for a nice skein of yarn for the person who does the honors. Shall we say by Sunday morning?
In knitting news I cast on for the Shadow Shawl with my girls yesterday. As much as I learned from knitting the socks, I was worried about them the whole time…worried about getting the measurements right (my pal’s shoe size is three larger than mine, yet in inches, our feet are the same length…), worried that they are too plain to deserve to be given to someone else. I’m relieved to be knitting something that doesn’t have a deadline, that’s just for me, just for fun. Not that knitting isn’t fun in general, but sometimes it seems there is always pressure (inflicted on me by myself, of course!) to get an item finished for a particular date…and I’m looking forward to a lazy knitting project that I love.
So, yeah. Name the beaver, win some yarn. And let the countdown to the end of my semester begin (one week, if you really want to count).
Big Bad Bertha the Beaver!
Sending you de-stress vibes for end-of-semester madness.
Bucky Beaver
(but don’t send me any yarn since I won some of your yarn once before – and where did you get the row counter you sent me? I need a few more!)
Barley the beaver, in honor of Uncle Bill!
Love you,
Aly
*Pelt*
It was a little blue cylinder – the kind with the white rings that you move for the rows.
I was going to say Bucky too – for the front teeth.
Hey, PoMo, you just won a contest on my blog, so I don’t feel badly anymore about winning yarn from you if you pick Bucky! Email me.
I love your beaver (I am trying to say that with a straight face). How about Beatriz?
Your new pal is adorable. I would take him or her everywhere with me!! 🙂
How about Bizzie Beaver? 😀
(A play on my name and the term “busy as a beaver”)
Harry Beaver… just kidding. How about Purl?
I say Castor. You may say, “Well, there is no Pollux, so I don’t get it.” However, the Beaver is the sole member of the genus Castor. You also get the sly knitting reference for free.
He is VERY cool…and when I saw him, the name “Gregor” just JUMPED into my head. 🙂 How is he made? Can’t wait to see the photojournalism with B & B on your trip! And yes…I’m wheedling that Whoopie Pie recipe from my Mom…I KNOW she has one, she’s holding out on me. 🙂
I still think Purl… then you can have her column be Purl’s of Wisdom (or something of the sort).