I Cain't Say No...

I'm jist a girl who cain't say no,
I'm in a turrible fix
I always say "come on, le's go"
Jist when I orter say nix!

I'm jist a girl who cain't say no,
Kissin's Knittin's my favourite food
With or without the short row toe
I'm in a designing mood.

Other girls are coy and hard to catch
But other girls ain't havin' any fun
Every time I lose a wrestling match
I have a funny feeling that I won.

I never make a complaint
Till it's too late for restraint
Then when I wanna I cain't
I cain't say no!

-Rodgers & Hammerstein

OK. Let's recap.

First came Crocus Pocus. I started her in February and released the pattern on May 1st. A reasonable time span.







In April, I began design work on Iris, which made her debut at the beginning of June. Not as long as CP, but still workable. I am still trying to plow through the last few inches and get her onto the blocking board. It's hard, when other projects are calling me...


Meanwhile, back at the ranch, sunflower farm, Hydrangea is beginning to take form. (Here's where our heroine begins to slow.)

The lovely Maria has been waiting for two weeks now to begin her assault on the peak (such a violent word: assault; perhaps she is ascending the peak instead.) And the errant designer has still not provided her with the triptik (otherwise known as written directions) to begin her journey.

Clearly, something's gotta give.

So Hydrangea will be fashionably late (as in July 22nd.) After my nervous breakdown vacation.

And Sherwood? Jeez, I haven't visited the forest in weeks!

I ask you: is this any way to run a business?



Zinnia is shaping up nicely; the increases are flowing right into the concentric petal design, and I love how the bright red beading plays up the color, not pink, more like watermelon. I have the perfect red dress for her to show off her stuff against.

But not until late August, after number one son's impending nuptials.








Now one would think that between Iris, Hydrangea, and Zinnia, my current projects would have enough charms to entice any normal woman and hold her attention.

But no. I am more promiscuous than the yarn harlot. I am the yarn slut who likes to take on two, or even three at a time.

Hell, why not make it a foursome? Or a full blown orgy?

The hands are willing, but the mind is weak. I know I should just knuckle down and knit like a whirling dervish, but my brain won't let me.

I wiggle.

I squirm.

I ponder.

I look at Evelyn's stock of sea silk.

I look at bead sites (warning - black hole)

And before you know it, I'm thinking...

Sunflowers!






With three colors of beads to go with the three colors of sea silk.








And poinsettia!

In crimson, and evergreen with gold beads; rich; sumptuous; decadent like the season of plenty; all ruffles and gilding.








And bouganvillea









With Fruit Punch sea silk and white beads. Vine motifs and hanging clusters of white blossoms on the ends.










Somebody stop me...

Before I design again.