What does Mount Everest has to do with Christmas?
These pictures show two small stolen unfortunately not the sublime power of this almost impregnable giant. The last few days reminded me of my desk more and more to a non-adjustable creative peak. Time is running it, there is a harsh climate, my climbing partner to help me with wise sayings from stage to stage, the air is thin up there and I bite my teeth together firmly to hold on. I do not want the poor victims of this mountain belong, their lives were there in the eternal ice.
These two photos do not really show you the full power of these giants unscalable. In the past few days, my desk has been resembling to unreachable summit. Time goes by, the weather turns rough front, my climbing partner helps me along from on stage to the other with dicta of wisdom, the air gets thinner above and I grit my teeth and hold on through. I do not want to become one of the poor victims of this mountain who left their lives there in the eternal ice.
The struggle with my self-imposed to-do list to feel like the equivalent of the Iron-Man. Trained wrists, calluses on the Fingers and the will to persevere and win. Comes the familiar? Let the next Christmas Knitting-Woman-Awards? But please, not as a venue for the foot of Mount Everest!
The fight with my own to-do list feels like a training to become the next Iron Man. Trained sleek wrists win, calluscs on the fingers and the will to hold and hrough. Does that seem familiar to you? Are we going to do the Knitting Woman awards before next Christmas? But please, do not use the steps of Mount Everest as the competing grounds!
first Base camp reached:
1st base camp reached:
Black socks for a special master. This is the true sister love to get dinner with new reading glasses and still half-blind down countless fallen stitches to back up. Another proof of greater love: He can not tell how bad it was.
Black socks for a special Mister. This is the true sister-love: Picking up stitches uncountable fall blindly in the evening in spite of the new reading glasses. And even a bigger proof of love: Not to tell him how bad it was.
second Base camp reached:
2nd base camp reached:
cuffs with a pattern I have of Marion, she got it again from a friend and somewhere on the net I read that "Bremer pattern"? means. It knits easily, but has an enormous three-dimensional effect. Chapeau before the inventors in! I crocheted as a decoration or on small antique silver beads.
Wrist warmers with a pattern that I got from Marion. She in turn got it from a girl friend and I read from somewhere in the net that it is called "pattern Bremer. It's an easy knit, but it has a great effect 3-D. Chapeau for the creater! I crocheted the antique silver beads on as decoration.
3. Base camp reached: (how many base camps are actually on Mount Everest?)
3rd base camp reached: (? How many are there really base camp on Mount Everest)
This is the familiar "blossom feet" are in a new color scheme. A vinous pumpkin, served with blackberry, Rose Red and a few small swab moss green. As always with my images actually somewhat decent.
This is our old friend "Blossom Feet" in a new color combination. A bit of "Pumpkin," and with it "blackberry", "Rose Red" and a bit of moss-green droplets. Like all of my photos, it looks more decent in the reality.
4th Base camp reached: The air is thin and my sherpas in the form of chocolate or other pick-me-makers stayed in base camp 3 back
4th base camp reached : The air becomes thinner and my "Sherpa "in the form of chocolate or other happy-makers were left in the 3rd base camp.
I know it is boring, the second red wrap. This time, however appropriate and tomorrow he goes on a trip to New Zealand. Hi Elizabeth, how are you?
I know it's getting boring with The second red wrap. This time it fits and it's going off on a trip to New Zealand. Hi Elizabeth, how are you?
all I managed yet and slowly it becomes critical, starting tomorrow as my fingers to count the days. The numbers on my advent calendar every day threatening me also hang in mind. Weggehört children, by my calendar, we already have 18 (empty).
I can not manage any more than that and it's slowly becoming critical. From tomorrow on, I can count the days on my fingers. The numbers on my Advent Calendar by roll threateningly before my eyes. Kids, do not listen to this: On my calendar, we already have the 18th (alsready empty)
Actually, I'm so not so much knitting, if small Ida would have grown so quickly and I would not again start the RVO jackets. In Sauerlach where Niklausdult, a woman showed me a green Erstlingsjackerl like this with a hood. That was such a cute little midget outfit that was left of the mushroom under the midget is. Kismet? To be the next green?
Actually I do not have that much knitting to do any more work, if it were not for the little Ida growing up so fast and if I would not even have to re-start the RVO-jacket again. At the Nikolausdult in Sauerlach a lady showed me a green primer jacket, like this one, with a hood. It was such a cute little midget outfit .... only missing the flying mushroom under Which the midget would be resting. Kismet? Should the next one be green?
Well then there is still a wave sound unfinished. It is the peacock tail pattern in garter stitch knitted with a light and a dark Raku-Regenbogen. Is the weak point "only" with even the I-cord fringe flowers. Not an unusual phenomenon for me, when it reaches the end leaves me the incentive.
Well, then there is the unfinished Wave Scarf. It's the Feather and Fan pattern using garter stitch in a light and dark version of Raku-Regenbogen. It's making problem "only" on the fringes with I-Cord flowers. Not that unusual a phenomenon with me: As fast as the finishing line is approaching, so the incentive would leave me.
Finally, my eternal work, a lot of little sweaters that did not make it to the wreath. Worth it anyway, especially as this year I do not even own an Advent wreath. The obvious idea was the Christmas tree, therefore I should just like to scarves and hats and mini-mitts.
And last, my eternal work: All these tiny sweater that did not make it to the Advent wreath. It's not even worth it anyway, since I do not even have a wreath this year. The next closest idea what the Christmas tree, but for that I would still need scarves, hats and mini-mittens.
Next year, same time, we continue to talk!
We'll talk again, same time, next year!
before I play but a little gingerbread game at www.klickolaus.de
For the mean time I'm going to play a bit of the ginger bread game at
www.klickolaus.deand
and
ponder about my lack of aptitude in Christmas preparations after.
think about my failing ability learning about Christmas preparation.
