Friday, December 21, 2012

and the winner is...

Mr. Tailor and Mr. Reporter ( both our tech-savvy guys) sat me down to hear their explanations as to why I should use a random number generator for the little contest we do here on this site once a year.  I've been rather pleased with the traditional way of going about it (by simply drawing a name out of a hat) and therefore, wasn't so easily swayed. However, the generator did look easy enough, and so I compromised and told them that we would try both.  Funny thing- both methods came up with the same recipient.  Now explain to me-just what are the odds of that?  Any mathematicians in the group?

The winner is:

Congratulations, KC!  And thank you, ladies, for playing.

PS.  So glad the world didn't end today!  Happy winter solstice.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

brambling blue giveaway

photo by Mr. Reporter
When Mr. Cook was about three years old, he went through a period of destructiveness.   He was much like the Tasmanian devil flying around the room in a whirlwind- breaking whatever unfortunate object happened to be placed within his trajectory.  This was a frustrating time for him and me and there really wasn't much I could do about it but bide the time.  If I scolded him for breaking yet another thing, he'd look at me with the greatest sadness on his chubby little toddler face, and with his head bent down, his nodding would acknowledge once again that he knew that what he'd done was wrong. His whispered sorry promised that he'd try much harder to be good-a simple act that broke my heart every time. And invariably, we'd repeat the same scenario over and over again.

I remember one morning in particular, I'd sat down at the piano to practice a measure or two when I noticed that my fingers hurt while I played. This was unusual and within seconds, it became apparent  that each of the white keys had been chipped and carried sharp edges on them.  It didn't take much detective work to figure out from the boys that Mr. Cook had been the culprit who had performed his act in crime with a butter knife for absolutely no apparent reason in the world.

What to do?

Mr. Hero has a set of dremel tools that he uses to sand his pottery pieces, and after a little sanding, the keys lost their painful touch-and Mr. Cook learned that it might be wise to learn how to play the piano at some point in his life- because he'd just inherited this one.

And while Mr. Cook couldn't find a reason for attacking the piano keys all those years ago, I tend to like finding reasons for doing things in my life. Those little grey cells tend to draw comfort from orderliness and logic that is so often hijacked within the walls of our home. Which goes to say that today as it stands being the twelfth day, twelfth month and twelfth year of this millennium, deserves a little bit of an acknowledgement or celebration even. My father reminded me earlier this morning that this date (where the 12th day, 12th month, and 12th year ) won't come around for another thousand years. I think this is rather extraordinary and so I'm offering the Brambling Blue fingerless mitts to whomever becomes the lucky winner of the drawing that will happen on December 21st (ie. the end of the world).  Just because.
And all you have to do is leave a comment.

A super-merino, hand-spun yarn, these mitts promise not to felt when you wash them. They'll fit a woman's small to medium- sized hand. The pattern is mine (a very simple one, at that), so feel free to keep them for yourself or give them away- the choice is yours.