Life's a Stitch

A goal achieved

It was something I was saving for retirement, one of the items on my very long list, but I got spooked hearing of your many tales of data loss woe. Three full weekends, four old hard drives, and 14,000 pictures later, the task is nearly finished. Backed up in duplicate on DVD's stored offsite, and on a backup drive, I can now breathe a sigh of relief.

So that accounts for the lack of knitting production, but there's some progress there, too:

So far, so good for a project that contains not one plain knit stitch nor purl rows for relief.

Discontinued

Cursed by the same affliction, my daughter and I. Just as a product fits comfortably into our life, be it hand cream or breakfast cereal, poof (!) it's no longer available. It first happened many years ago for me, with Chap-ans, a chapstick product for hands. Best hand cream ever. Shortly after its demise, there was a magazine ad for clearance tubes for $1 each. I bought a case of 12. (UPDATE: I've found a very similar hand cream - Avon Moisture Therapy - only the one in the blue and white tube, not the bottle).

My recent experience was with Head On, the product with the obnoxious commercial. Regardless, it worked for me. Last night I found it is no longer available. Rushing over to e-bay, a singe tube was over $20. Last year they could be found for $1.50.

Chocolate Bran Bits, Mission Falls 1824 yarn, my best Conair hairdryer ever, with three speeds and four heat settings, and a particular style of my most comfortable Olga bra.

Is it just us?

 

Another adventure

Dear Blog, with a twinge of guilt this week I admit to cheating on you, sort of. Embarking on an adventure, one they tell you not to do, C and I with other friends, have bought into a condo unit near Palm Springs. Sight unseen. I've seen it now, but the actual purchase was an act of blind faith. How many rules did we break? We purchased recreational property, with friends, sight unseen. And I've used another blog to post the photographic proof. Forgive me. Knitting did happen. How else was I supposed to cope with all that tension?