Author: BeverlyArmyWilliams

Noelle has been joining me, her breath baited along with mine as we track the UPS progress of my Lendrum. It’s in Albuquerque. Now. As I write this. But no apartment number was added to the address, so it is not in my possession. Nor will it be until Monday. I’m a patient woman, though, so I’m keeping calm about it. Really.

Crafty Friday was lots of fun. Liz worked on her Big, Bad Baby Blanket, Trevor started the Umbilical Cord hat (his first knitting in the round project). Cari worked on designing her fair isle hat (pink reindeer would ROCK!), and Noelle spun her gorgeous Neopolitan. Allen learned to knit, and maybe because he’s a guitar player, or maybe because his gram taught him to crochet as a kid…but man, this guy had three beautiful rows of a washcloth done before he left. Great tension, even stitches. Dana worked on her cross stitch blanket.

Noelle’s doll of a hubby stopped by at the end of the night with my favorite guest (sorry everyone else), Winter. Noelle gifted me with One Skein, which I thought didn’t come out until April. It is beautiful, and there are a load of patterns that I’m excited to start.

Cari gave me a wheel warming gift, too, but I’ll wait to post a picture of that goodness until it is on the wheel. Apparently the gang was all at our LYS yesterday shopping and visiting Scout.

I enjoy my Tuesday night SnB so much, and Crafty Fridays, while only a monthly event so far, are also a lifesaver. I love to write. I love to read. I love to read about writing. I love to write about reading. You know what I mean. But sometimes I feel like I’m too much in my head, and knitting and other creating gets me out of my head, makes me feel more connected to the world at large. I feel fortunate to have a great group women (and guys) with whom to share this connection.

This came earlier in the week from Cia’s Palette. I joined the Sew? I Knit sew-along, and I’ll be making the Betsy Ross a-line skirt. I’m not confident about putting in a zipper or making an even hem, but I am so in love with this fabric that I’ll figure it out. If I have a good sized scrap I’m going to make myself a needle case. That’s how much I love this fabric.

I’m also using this for my March Project Spectrum project. And can I just mention that I think Lolly is a total doll? She comes up with the coolest ideas, including the Project Spectrum Postcard Swap. I’m going to get out my watercolors for this one!

Isn’t it pretty? All shades of green. I ordered it from Celia in Australia, and it got here in less than a week. Now to pick the pattern. I’ve thought about Dublin Bay, but I also like Cascading Leaves from the Jeannie Townsend Knitalong group. I’m waiting for Nancy Bush’s Knitting Vintage Socks before I commit to a pattern, though. Any thoughts?

Ok, I seem to get myself in trouble with this. Here’s the deal. My name, Beverly, means the meadow where the beaver dwells, or according to Behind the Name, beaver stream. Go ahead, have your giggles. I was adult before I knew there were sexual connotations to what had become my totem animal, and it’s too late now for me to change my feelings. Beavers are industrious, they’re creative. Last year while kayaking with Neal and Brian, we startled a beaver who was snacking on some ferns. He looked pretty ticked off at us, which made me like beavers even more. Nothing like seeing emotion in an animal (don’t give me that worn out attitude that animals don’t have emotions. I can’t be convinced).

Now, I’m a vegetarian. Yes, I still wear some leather, and yes, I know everything you might want to say about that. My reasons for my eating habits are a subject for another post. I don’t like the idea of animals being harmed or killed. But, man, am I ever tempted by this. Go look. It’s beaver yarn. Kind of horrible and kind of fascinating.

I am more tempted, however, by this. You saw right. Socks that Rock has a club now. I may join for just one month. I want to join for a year, but my graduate student budget is getting in the way. For that matter, I’d like to join the Dizzy Society, too. I need me a yarn sugar daddy, kids!

2/22 ETA: Apparently beavers are decended from these neato prehistoric creatures. Love me some prehistoric freaky animals!

I got curious about who might be reading my blog, and where those readers might be. So, although I don’t have as wide ranging readership as my favorite TN LYS, it is cool to see some of the places:

Denver, Colorado
Palo Alto, California
Fresno, California
Tijeras, New Mexico
Auburn, Washington
Cambridge, Massachusetts
Point Harbor, North Carolina
Minneapolis, Minnesota
New York
Valley View, Texas (I once had a pen pal from there–is it you?!)
Boston, Massachusetts
Dallas, Texas
Vancouver, British Columbia
Andrews Afb, Maryland
Dodge City, Kansas
Oakland, California
East Windsor, Connecticut
Columbia, Maryland
Meriden, Connecticut
Huntington, West Virginia
Fairfield, Pennsylvania
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Ozark, Missouri
Tempe, Arizona
Tallahassee, Florida
San Francisco, California
Terre Haute, Indiana
Coventry, Rhode Island
Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts
Dallas, Texas
Oak Creek, Wisconsin
Colorado Springs, Colorado
Plano, Texas

There’s lots more, but I don’t want to go on and on. I’m no Crazy Aunt Purl, I know, but it’s cool to know that there are people out there reading. I’d love to have some of these towns posted on my Frappr map or get some friendly delurking comments.

In other news, I asked my local girlys about doing this, and now I’ll send it out into the wider knitting world. As a way to think about the Lenten season, I’m going to pull out my oldest UFO, a complicated intarsia vest that I knit for my ex. We picked out a variety of colors, and I knit for months and months. When I bound off the shoulders, and he tried it on, it was WAY too small. I mean, small enough to fit a child instead of a grown man. I kept at it and wove in the roughly ten million ends, but got stuck doing the finishing work on the edges of the armholes and button bands. So I’m going to bring the UFO to my SnB next Tuesday to show it off, and the other knitters with UFOs will bring theirs. And I’ll make a commitment to finish this baby and put it to rest. I’ll post a picture on Mardi Gras for my readers from all over the country (and “hi”, Canada!) to look at, too.

Monday usually finds me a little worn out from my exertions with the Rev. Boxing exertions. We now have four fighting chicas in our class, and it might stun you to know just how violent we are under our sweet exteriors. Or it might nauseate you how girly we can be…”that was a really good left hook just now, D.” “R, your kicks are great.” “W., that’s a good jab.” All compliments and making sure everyone knows they’re loved.

This Monday night, though, I am Bouncing Baby Beverly. ‘Cause I got some news that has me dancing. My Lendrum is wending its way to me, even as I type. ETA is Friday…just in time for Crafty Friday.

Even more exciting news…my ex-SIL is having a baby girl tomorrow. She was supposed to deliver on Friday, had a cold, and had to reschedule her C-section. Keep her and baby Shane in your thoughts, please. My gramps believed that if you prayed 12 Hail Mary’s, 12 Our Father’s, and 12 Glory Be’s on a Tuesday morning that nice things would happen. A new baby sure is a nice thing, prayers or not, don’t you think?

Noelle’s Movie Meme is out of my league. I haven’t seen a whole lot of the movies on it, but Courtney at Yarn Tootin’ made up her own list. I’ve seen more of these, so I’ll bold the ones I’ve seen, italicize the ones I want to see, then I’m going to grade student stories.

Now in Theaters
Brokeback Mountain
Walk the Line Loved this. Even if it was a Hollywood version of Johnny’s life, I loved it.

1960’s
The Sound of Music Watched this at my bachelorette party with Brian.
Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Breakfast at Tiffany’s My new blog name PoMo Golightly (to be unveiled someday) is named after this one.

1970’s
Kramer vs. Kramer
The Goodbye Girl
Grease
The Champ
The Way We Were
Rocky
Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

1980’s
On Golden Pond
Big
E.T.
Amadeus
Tootise
Say Anything the quintessential love story of my teen years. Lloyd rocks.
Fletch
Hoosiers
Legal Eagles
Top Gun
Ferris Beuller’s Day Off saw this NINE times in the movie theater. NINE.
The Breakfast Club
Sixteen Candles
The Mosquito Coast
Men Don’t Leave
Dirty Dancing saw this one in the late 90’s. I was in Australia the summer it was big and missed. Own it. No one puts Beverly in a corner. Got that?
St. Elmo’s Fire
Dead Poet’s Society
Field of Dreams
Steel Magnolias
Dances With Wolves was this the 90’s?
Running On Empty
When Harry Met Sally back before Meg started scaring me.

1990’s
The Cutting Edge
Dazed and Confused
Father of the Bride (1991) the original is funnier…
Four Weddings and a Funeral
Jerry McGuire
Quiz Show
Sliding Doors
Scent of a Woman
As Good as it Gets
Reality Bites
Good Will Hunting
Kindergarten Cop
The Man in the Moon
Muriel’s Wedding
A Few Good Men
Sleepless in Seattle
Strictly Ballroom
Before Sunrise
American Beauty

Jennifer Aniston
Office Space
Bruce Almighty
Along Came Polly

Julia Roberts
Pretty Woman Babs’s favorite movie. She owns it.
Erin Brockovich
Mona Lisa Smile I didn’t!

Bill Murray
Meatballs
Groundhog Day
What About Bob?
Lost in Translation

Documentary
Spellbound
Supersize Me
Fahrenheit 9/11

2000’s
American Beauty
Lost in Translation
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
In Good Company
Pay It Forward
Meet the Parents possibly the funniest movie I’d seen in a long time.
Meet the Fockers
My Big Fat Greek Wedding
Sideways
Saving Grace
Love Actually
A Mighty Wind
Garden State
Thirteen
Traffic
Miracle
Cinderella Man
40-year-old Virgin Surprisingly sweet.
Before Sunset
About a Boy
High Fidelity
Sweet Home Alabama
The Station Agent

So that’s my take on Courtney’s list. What’s yours? I’ll try to get up my courage to tackle Noelle’s soon, too!

It’s too late for me to drag out the camera and give you a picture, but while watching Must Love Dogs (yes, I’m a sucker for John Cusack in any and all situations–will any man achieve what Lloyd Dobler did?), I finished the heel flap, then turned the heel on my Jaywalker. I’m the gang’s slow knitter, I’ll be the first to admit it. C’mon, there’s even a button for me. But I may very well have a sock done for the picture on Tuesday. Here’s hoping.

Night.

I saw this on one of my UNM friend’s blog:

Top 50 books from whatshouldireadnext.com – copy it, bold what you’ve read, italicize what you plan to read. And if I haven’t marked something that you think is a great read, let me know! I’ll add it to my post- MFA list.

The Da Vinci Code – Dan Brown
The Catcher in the Rye – J.D. Salinger
The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy – Douglas Adams
The Great Gatsby – F. Scott Fitzgerald
To Kill a Mockingbird – Harper Lee
The Time Traveler’s Wife – Audrey Niffenegger
His Dark Materials – Philip Pullman
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling
Life of Pi – Yann Martel
Animal Farm: A Fairy Story – George Orwell
Catch-22 – Joseph Heller
The Hobbit – J. R. R. Tolkien
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time – Mark Haddon
Lord of the Flies – William Golding
Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen
1984 – George Orwell
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban – J.K. Rowling
One Hundred Years of Solitude – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Memoirs of a Geisha – Arthur Golden
The Kite Runner – Khaled Hosseini
The Lovely Bones – Alice Sebold
Slaughterhouse 5 – Kurt Vonnegut
Angels and Demons – Dan Brown
Fight Club – Chuck Palahniuk
Neuromancer – William Gibson
Cryptonomicon – Neal Stephenson
The Secret History – Donna Tartt
A Clockwork Orange – Anthony Burgess
Wuthering Heights – Emily Bronte
Brave New World – Aldous Huxley
American Gods – Neil Gaiman
Ender’s Game – Orson Scott Card
Snow Crash – Neal Stephenson
A Prayer for Owen Meany – John Irving
The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe – C.S. Lewis
Middlesex – Jeffrey Eugenides
Cloud Atlas – David Mitchell
The Lord of the Rings – J. R. R. Tolkien
Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte
Good Omens – Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman
Atonement – Ian McEwan
The Shadow Of The Wind – Carlos Ruiz Zafon
The Old Man and the Sea – Ernest Hemingway
The Handmaid’s Tale – Margaret Atwood
The Bell Jar – Sylvia Plath

It would be Monday again, and I’d be at my boxing lesson. And I would box better than I did. I would not flop my elbows out, I would not give my opponent a chance to zing me one. I would throw my jabs more quickly.

I saw Cher in concert, you know. She was like a Barbie doll with lots of outfits to show off.

Monday will be here soon enough. I have boxing gloves now, just little practice ones, but they look super cool. I don’t hurt my hand as much with them on. Maybe all this shadowboxing will pay off. Maybe I’ll keep my elbows where they belong.

I tried to watch Broken Flowers last night, but was too tired. Now my chance at it is over…only get 24 hours with Movielink. If I could turn back time. I would have waited to start that movie.

Jaycrawler progress: almost done with that heel flap. May even finish tonight if I get off the darn computer. By finish I mean the heel flap. NOT the sock!