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If I am nobody then, yes, nobody reads your blog! I may not usually comment but my day would not be complete without my "breakfast" of The Queen's comments! I realise that I must have been with you from almost the start. Some blogs have good pictures but yours has excellent prose. Thank you, Bess! Your sketches brought back such sweet memories - I remember them all.
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Sweetheart, lots of us read your blog; most just don't comment. I was terribly afraid that the last paragraph would say that you've decided to stop blogging. Please don't!
By Missed you, missed you, missed you bunches! Bess we SURE missed your smiling face on Saturday. Hope that you are felling better soon.
By When I read your blog in the mornings, I feel as if I'm having breakfast with a dear friend who shares my love of fibery goodness, but also has many other lovely stories to tell of her life. You are loved by many, Queen!
By Bess, I am one of your absolutely faithful readers and have been right from the beginning. You are as much a part of my mornings as Irish Breakfast tea and e-mail, and if I miss reading your blog my day feels incomplete.
By Not bad.
By Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Saturday, October 01, 2005 I haven’t a clue what the procedure for tagging someone is and I have never been tagged, but I do understand the concept. Suddenly follow some random instructions and see where it leads you. Cute. And this “tag” came from Donna Rules: 1. Go into your archive. 2. Find your 23rd post. 3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to). 4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions. 5. Tag five other people to do the same. Okay - here it is: Bess gets intimately involved with her knitting. Whew! It’s a reference to a cartoon. From my early days of blogging when I When I started the blog I was still a-whirl with the idea that I was actually knowledgeable about knitting - that I knew things other people wanted to know. I had just pried off the lid of the box that held my long surpressed inner school marm. I wanted to share with everybody (who might be interested) all the things that I knew, was learning, or wanted to learn. At the time my only outlet was the Knitters Review Forums and I often hogged Mbs of their computer space with my lengthy detailed posts about the joys of knitting with circular needles or the trials of the Level I of TKGA’s Master Knitter program. The forums are a wonderful place to get cozy with fellow knitters, but I began to feel as if I were sort of too present - too ... hmmm ... what? ... full of myself? Arrogant? Egotistical? I’m struggling for the word that really expresses the sudden shyness that swept over me. The consequences of the emotions, though, was to put together my own forum - or soap box, rather, since the blog is not just mine, but all about me too. Here I do feel as if I can pour it all out. I can gush or rant or ramble. I will not be gainsaid. I don’t have to worry about just how carefully I couch an opinion in soft apologies. I’m not likely to get involved in a flame war because I used the term "yarn snob". Nobody is forced to read my opinions. Nobody is even tricked into reading them by a false or misleading subject heading. Here, I am the queen. Here I am TheQueen. And I can laugh about it all I want. At the time, I hoped very much that I would develop a readership. I hoped there would be folk who really were curious about what I had to say and would be reminded, entertained, informed. But nobody reads colorless web pages. Or, rather, a colorless web page is unlikely to grab someone's attention. I was also very lighthearted about the craft of knitting - for I came to it through some extraordinarily ambitious and disastrous projects. My first was a Norwegian ski sweater and my second was an incredible Norwegian ski dress! One is lost to history and the other is a hotel for mice up in my attic. I didn’t have a lot of projects to display. I’m a dyed in the wool process knitter and am almost as happy knitting swatches as I am knitting sweaters. Also, I didn’t have a digital camera. But I had access to a scanner and simply hundreds of felt tip pens. I’m the daughter of an artist, from whom I learned the habit of sketching. Mama never moved without a sketchbook in her purse and there is an entire family history recorded in the hundreds of sketchbooks on her shelves. Whence the cartoons. They are cute enough - and true as well - and I have some favorites among them, especially the Math Magic and the Stash Justification (a.k.a. SAILBOAT). I also loved the illustrated battle scenes between self and the beautiful golden sweater named Flidas. (You can read about that in the March 03 archives.) How I struggled with that sweater. How I’ve wept since I lost it. I hope to goodness, someone, somewhere, out there in FindersKeepers Land, appreciates what a special garment it is. The blog has changed over time - as any creative effort must - and now it’s far less colorful and illustrative. I still don't have the camera and my fund of cartoon antics seems to have gone dormant. I also have learned that, even here, one must be thoughtful about what one says and remember that just because I know something doesn’t necessarily mean I ought to write about it here. People can still misinterpret, misunderstand, be hurt, or angered, by harmlessly meant, but carelessly scattered words. So I try to be wise in my posts and always apologize if the occasion requires. What’s cool about the blog, though, is that I have kept it up so long, with such regularity. I’ve often joked that I have records of the Januarys of my life going back for decades. What I can’t pull up is any information about what was happening in, say, April, or July, or even Christmas time of any given year. For some reason, having an audience makes the blog less of a monologue. Knowing that others are reading it makes me want to speak to them. To you, dear friends, who pop in of a morning and read about TheQueen. To let you know what’s going on: in my mind, in my life, on my knitting needles. So thank you all for joining me in this ether[net]eal space and prompting me to share the pixels. As for the cartoon - here it is - followed by a few other favorites from those early days.  Bess gets intimately involved with her knitting.  Bess puts her stash into perspective.  Bess' first knitting project comes back to haunt her.  Bess' creativity is imprisoned by her UFO. posted by Bess | 9:25 AM |
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