Schrodinger's Kittie

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there’s some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

So, I’m making progress on the baby blanket, finally. I changed up how I wanted to do in and ripped it all out and started over. I’m doing a garter stitch border with a single ss heart that I will embroider around when I’m done.

I’m doing it Orenburg style, which I will get into another time.

I will do a ss center pane with random (and I mean random, I’m not charting placement at all) reverse ss hearts scattered around.

I think it will be nice, solid and cozy. I just hope it’s big enough. I wanted it to be a wubby, not a full blown cradle blanket….if you know what I mean.

Needles: Lantern Moon 9US/5.5mm

Yarn: Wick in cream

Pattern: my own design

Start: Well, guess that depends. I’ve ripped and redesigned so many times. But this iteration started on the 12th of August 2007.

So, I was sitting at home on Saturday – dithering about facing the horrendous allergy attack I knew awaited me should I finish mowing the front lawn. Nothing horribly exciting happening in my life at all. A very quiet, typical day.

Finding excuses to avoid doing laundry (I am so bad)…playing with the dogs and playing my game. Speaking of the game, I managed to get Enheduannah* to level 53, yesterday, due to the help of some new friends. It’s so nice when you meet just genuinely nice people.

And, out of the blue, my doorbell rings. I think to myself, as I walk to the door, “I didn’t order anything. Who the heck is ringing my bell?” Muttering to the dogs, threatening to buy muzzles and shock collars if they don’t stop barking. The threats they, of course, ignore knowing they are totally idle.

I open the door.

And, lo and behold, there is this huge bouquet of flowers. Beautiful, gorgeous, amazing bouquet with the most delightful scent. I look at the young man (almost as gorgeous as the flowers he held) and said, “What in the world?!? People don’t send me flowers!” He laughed and asked if I was the person on the invoice. Sure enough…there was my name, big as day. A friend of mine and I had been talking the day before and I’d mentioned I was feeling down. So, out of the blue, just because he wanted to cheer me up…he sent me flowers. I got all teary eyed over it.

But wouldn’t you, with flowers like these?

*As for who Enheduanna was in the real world…she was a priestess of ancient Nanna in ancient Akkad (previously Sumer) and came to love and adore Inanna above all the other gods (one has to wonder at the conflict there) and wrote many hyms to this goddess. She is known as the first known author (by name). I’ve been fascinated with Sumer for a long time, and particularly fascinated by this intriguing woman. Enheduanna, daughter of Sargon of Akkad.

From About.com: Over 53 other hymns survive that are attributed to Enheduanna, including three hymns to the moon god, Nanna, and other temples, gods, and goddesses. Surviving tablets are copies of the hymns from about 500 years after Enheduanna lived, attesting to the survival of the study of her poems in Sumer.