Last month I was asked to participate in the second Carnival of Aloha. I was surprised, scared, excited, in that order. I’d never even heard of it before! I sent in my story of ti-leaf sliding down Motorcycle Hill, and it was accepted for publication! There are some fabulous blog entries in this months carnival… go checkum out!
Caution. Photo intensive! Photos taken from 2006 (which I never posted before and 2007) and combined into one story.
On September 23rd, Julie and I headed out to OFFF, one of our favorite yearly activities. It is fiber junkie’s heaven. Sensory overload. Nirvana. Continue reading
I couldn’t post this before because Julie might have read the post. Today, for her birthday, I gave her the “Walking Through the Fire” socks. Continue reading
I have been working really hard getting these socks done, and finally, last night, I grafted the toes on each sock, wove in the ends, and stopped to admire them. Continue reading
A couple of nights ago, just as Nolemana and I were going moe [sleep], my toe caught on something on the bottom sheet. I heard an ominous, albeit slight, noise. More like, “Uh oh”. But it was really late, and I was tired, so I ignored it and went to sleep.
Then I forgot about it. Continue reading
Living back home in Hawai‘i, I neva gave a thought how foa find wea I like go. Directions so easy to understand. “Eh, Lika, I like come yoa hale. Tell me how foa get dea.” Continue reading
OMG, I am so excited!! Remember my post about my new sock blockers? Chappy has begun naming her sock blockers. Try look this!!
Mokihana’s Palm Tree Sock Blockers! Has a nice ring to it, yeah?
Okay, okay. They’re not on the rocks. They’re on the flowers. They’re on the needles. But there’s no rhyme that way! I have so many socks on the needles that it’s getting embarrassing. So I decided to start taking photos of them. Continue reading
Today’s kewtness is being brought to you by…
‘Ukulele.
Da firss part of da story stay hea.
Tuesday morning I stay so upset! I wen call AAA foa come jumpstart da car so I can take um into da shop. Sposed to be hea 9:30. 9:40. Not hea. I call. Dey swamped dis morning. Da truck wen get re-routed. “Eh, dat means u wen take somebody who wen call aftah me?” Nope. But da dispatchah dunno exactly why dey no stay coming. Continue reading
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