Teaching Knitting Classes

OK, ignore the fact that I haven't posted in about a million years. Much knitting has been happening. I am teaching at Fabricate Studios Atlanta.



Fabricate is is an educational classroom space in West Midtown Atlanta offering skills-based instruction for children and adults. A lot of sewing and quilting goes on there.  And now a whole bunch of knitting as well.  You can find a schedule of classes, knitting and otherwise, HERE.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Happy Valentine's Day!

I've written before about how much I love Valentine's Day.  Better than Christmas, Easter, and Thanksgiving combined.  Knowing this, Fiance made me this amazing V-Day "Advent" calendar.  So I've been celebrating all week!

It started with the traditional "Red Dinner" (No relation to the Game of Thrones Red Wedding...that scene has made explaining my tradition a lot weirder).  It was a potluck again, and people went all-out this year!

Jello shots, chocolate covered strawberries, heart shaped cornbread.

Cheese ball.  Pink wine.

Red Pasta and yummy dessert.

Yup, that's red sushi in the shape of hearts!!! 

Homemade, heart-shaped crackers and salsa!

The week got even better with heart breakfasts.

The most intense blanket fort you've ever seen in the living room:

Look how spacious it is in there!   Held up by a camera tripod, of course.

And shrinky-dink art like you make in elementary school.

I heart it all.

Yarn Bribery

I am studying for the Bar on Friday night.

I have been studying for hours.  Days.  Weeks.  I like to shut myself into what Fiance lovely calls my Fortress of Solitude (a.k.a. The Wood Office; a.k.a. The Room of Requirement), so that the dogs won't come in and state at me, making me feel guilty for working instead of walking them (Fiance works from home, and claims that if you are by yourself long enough, the dogs will actually start talking to you).

All of the sudden, there is a knock on the door.  "Come in," I say.  Silence.  "COME IN, YOU WEIRDO!" I holler, because Fiance is the only other human in the house and is not opening the door.  More silence.

Annoyed that I have to get up from my comfy chair where I have holed myself up under my "Pussies Unite" quilt with a Trenta-sized mug of Irish breakfast tea, I grumble, push my feet into my foot sleeping bags, and shuffle to the door.  There is no one there except Breck, who gives me this look:

I also see a piece of cardboard which says, "Follow Me."  The cardboard is wrapped in beautiful blue and purple and turquoise yarn and leads downstairs, wrapped around the banister.  I roll the yarn around the card, following it down the stairs, into the living room.  There is dinner on the table, a fire in the fireplace, and Fiance in the living room wrapped in yarn.  I laugh and head over to thank her for being adorable and for making dinner for me.

Trying to untangle her from the yarn, I notice that she is shaking uncontrollably.

"What on earth is wrong with you?" I asked sensitively.

Fiance then gives a beautiful speech ending with, "And if you say yes, I will knit you a hat out of this yarn.  The colors made me think of you."

I said yes.

Moral of the story:  Bribery works.

Weekend Update: Color Run

Saturday morning, I got up with thousands of other Atlantans and ran a 5K Color Run.  This is what I looked like at the beginning of the day.

I ran with a group of students from Rollins School of Public Health.  Thanks to Laura for taking these lovely pictures that I have shamelessly stolen from your facebook page.

That's me yawning on the right there.  I am obviously way into this whole running on a Saturday morning thing.

At each kilometer mark, people along the edge of the course threw colored powder at you.

This is obviously the purple station.  There was yellow, then green, then pink, then purple.

The volunteers had buckets of the stuff.  The powder was floating down the street, coloring the cement and passing cars.

At the end, all the runners had packets of colored powder to throw up in the air.

This is what I looked like at the end of the day.

I've been washing colored powder out of my ears for three days now.  And I had to paint my nails to hide the fact that my fingers are stained pink.  My clothes seem to have washed out ok.

It would be cool to have a Color Run colorway in a nice fingering weight yarn.  I would totally knit a stole or socks that looked like this.

Weekend Update: Back in the ATL

I survived the first week back to school.  But first, my bestie came for a visit.  We went to the CNN Center:

This is the news room.  There are several hundred researchers who focus on different topic or areas of the world.  They discover news and then send it over to that big red desk in the background where it is edited and sent to the news casters.  The average turn-around time is in minutes, not hours.

Jha met Anderson Cooper.

I added to my collection of JoAnna Hugging Statutes of Older White Men (seriously, I have a reputation).  This is  Baron Pierre De Coubertin, considered the father of the modern Olympics, in the Olympic Centennial Park.

This is John Pemberton.  He founded Coca-Cola.  He's in front of the Coke Museum (World of Coca-Cola).

 The rest of my week was WAY less exciting.

Back to School

I head back to Atlanta tomorrow for round 2 of Law School Kicking My Butt.  On tap for this semester:  Constitutional Law, Property, Administrative Law, Criminal and more Legal Writing, Research, and Advocacy. 

My bestie is meeting me at the airport and keep me from panicking about having to go back to doing homework after three glorious weeks of food, napping, and pleasure-reading.  We will probably be doing some cooking, a visit to the puppetry museum and a tour of CNN. 

And then....some reading in preparation for Monday.  Sigh....

Out of Touch

Hi!  It's been a while since we've talked.  What's up?  I've been at law school.

Law school requires a bunch of reading.  It's a good thing I have smart people to study with.

These are my classmates.  They are superheroes.  Or at least they dress like superheroes.

There are lots of things to see and do in Atlanta.  This is the Carter Center.  Where you can learn about...

President Carter.  He walked in front of the GA State Capital.

I think I look pretty good doing it, too.

If you wanted to come visit me, I would take you too see cool things, too.  Like the Ebenezer Baptist Church next to the MLK museum.

The only problem?  We would have to get there by bus because I don't have a car.  And Atlanta just HATES to put bus stops in accessible, pedestrian-friendly places.

And the wild-life is pretty wacko banunu as well.  The squirrels drink from sprinkler heads.

But the people are worth getting to know.

And there is plenty of yarn to go around...of course :-)

My New Life

I just moved into the nicest place I've lived in for a long while.  My dad took video because he is a nerd.  Pardon the mess.

Law school, yo.

Woodruff is the guy that endowed the scholarship I got to be able to come to school.  Luckily there is a statue for me to take my picture next to.

This would be my inauguration of my new apartment into the world of using-your-bathroom-for-wool-related-activities.  This time, though?  I don't have to share my bathroom with anyone other than the yarn!!