My sister has been staying with my Aunt and Uncle in New Hampshire this summer and I just found a little video of a triathalon she finished this past week. Congrats!
So these are the socks I knit during the recent + epic road trip with Tyler. Nice, huh? I thought so. I just finished the second one this morning (the socks/mile isn’t particularly efficient… I finished one during the whole road trip).
And no, for all of you concerned for my fashion well being, I didn’t wear that outside. This is one of those outfits I contemplate and then ask myself “What would Jessie do…?” and then change my mind. Ok? Ok.
There are two stories here. I was listening to Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me a few weeks ago (which is, by the way, my all time favorite radio show besides This American Life) and one of the things they talked about was a chicken rescue group who putting little sweaters on the naked, abused chickens at their rescue. Mo Rocca said he didn’t like hand knit sweaters and then he promptly got one from the ladies over at ravelry and then he apologized (and created a wave of discussion through the knitting community).
Anywho, back to what prompted this story. I sold one of my little hens (available in the etsy shop) to a very nice woman in the UK for her grandson, and she sent me the link to the Little Hen Rescue. Oh my goodness, the sweaters, the chickens, the ability to adopt such a chicken! It’s pretty fabulous.
I’ve got to confess, my sister and I were each allowed to pick out a chicken at the feedstore when we were little. We raised them and, after a while, they started to lay eggs and go about their chickeny business. I can’t remember what attempted to eat Jessie’s chicken (it was either a hawk or the dog…) all that was left was a pile of feathers until, that is, we found it crouched behind some feed bins several days later… totally naked. We took a doll sweater (and to make the visual even better, it was a Charlie Brown sweater) and stuck it on the chicken until it’s feathers grew back. It worked and after a few months all of the feathers were back!
Here’s a video of the sweater knitting action. There’s a pattern for a chicken sweater, if you wanted to knit one yourself.
So Western Oregon University has been closed down because of the whole swine flu-ness and all hell is breaking loose. Apparently there is a highly likely case of the nasties there and they may or may not be quarantined, but classes are definitely canceled. There was much chaos and kerfuffle when Mom thought they were quarantined with police cars on the highway, blocking off Jessie’s escape. It involved calling KATU and arguing with the lady who answered, and then checking the school’s website repeatedly and taking screen shots as record of what changes happened on the site over time because the school has been super shady about the whole ordeal, saying that it will be closed due to “inclement weather” aka: swine flue. Turns out that there is a possible outbreak, but the police were on the highway because there was just a big car accident and it was only “recommended” that students remain on campus. After all of the excitement, Jessie decided to stay there after all… maybe escaping when you’re allowed to isn’t as exciting as staying and possibly contracting piggie sickness. I think it’s zombies. Head for the malls before it’s too late! Or Great Wolf Lodge.
Surprise Surprise, I knit Jessie a scarf for her birthday! Yes, it IS almost spring, but I hear scarves are in style with young people these days. The yarn I used wound up turning my hands and my knitting needles blue… hopefully I soaked out all the extra dye so it doesn’t turn anything else blue.. heehee, as funny as it would be to have a blue neck. Happy birthday Jessie!
p.s. the pattern is the Morning Surf Scarf