sheepless in suburbia...

Late but not forgotten... Happy Earth Day!

Good Morning! Happy 3 days after Earth Day! S0 are you doing anything new since then? Any new habits?

Here are a few efforts being made in the sheepless household.

The Recycle...

The City run Blue Box program picked up our box for the very first time on Earth Day (how appropriate). We've been recycling for years now but the pickup is a bonus.

The Reduce... (yes there is always the reduce)

The Re-use...

and of course the often underrated underutilized...

 repair and renew...

... does anyone really darn socks anymore? (these are hand knit - so I guess the answer is yes).

April Haiku...

After traveling over to Val's blog, I learned that April is National Poetry Month. Additionally, Val asked us all to write a haiku.

A brief description of haiku... " a haiku is essentially the distillation of a moment. Haiku are set in nature ( in the widest possible sense) and they reflect the human response to nature. Often this is by the juxtaposition of images. Essential ingredients for haiku are simplicity of language, directness of communication, rhythm (but not rhyme) and the relative absence of the narrator".   from How to Write a Haiku.

And so, here's my Easter Haiku...

   Pink bunny Sunday
  Hops on grass early rising
Puddle reflections

From the fibre bunny...

 

Time on my hands...

 

I am on vacation. Day five of seventeen. Old Guy tells me never to count down vacation days. I try not to, I really do, but like a deer in the headlights - I just can't look away...

So what am I doing with myself?

Week One is a week of self indulgence. I am knitting lace. I am watching soaps (ahh! Jackie Boy - you are still the Man We Love to Hate! )

I am roasting chickens, making strawberry shortcakes, and getting pedicures. I am taking my Youngmen to lunch. I am surfing the breadth and depth of Ravelry, and loving it! I am reading other people's blogs, Fiberewetopia, Dis n Dat, As the Whorl Spins.

I am walking.

I have conducted my own "at home" leg waxing experiment. I discovered that just because I can pull out all my leg hair by it's roots ... doesn't mean I have to.

I am returning books to the secondhand store - and getting more books. I am reading The Outlander by Gil Adamson - a finalist in the 2009 CBC Canada Reads program.

I am being a nuisance. Case in point.

As Old Guy heads to the salt mines this morning...

"Okay, I'm going to work..."
"You mean you are weaving me?"

"Ya... well, I'll be seeing you ..."
"But... you twill be back ... "

"Okee-do-key then."  

"You see ... you're really ... all that I have ... weft..."

I just love dirty textile talk...