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Bright ideas

I've been reading this really great (IMO) book for book club -- I happened to choose it, so I'm really happy and relieved that it's turning out to be good!  I don't often read first and then recommend, I usually choose a book that I haven't read, that looks good (often judging by the cover, I must admit), and hope for the best.  I'm pretty sure that not everyone in our club is going to think The Book of Bright Ideas is good, though, and I'm okay with that.  The last time I picked out a great (IMO) book -- Population 485: Meeting Your Neighbors One Siren at a Time -- there were a few in the club who thought it the biggest bore ever and couldn't even plod their way through half of the 256 pages, yet one member loved it so much she gave a copy to everyone she knew for Christmas.

My choice is usually pretty easy when I discover that an author is from Wisconsin and the story is set in Wisconsin (must go back to my Little House in The Big Woods, Laura Ingalls Wilder roots) and (IMVHO) these two -- Sandra Kring and Michael Perry -- are among the best.  I've enjoyed their work and have shared it when I can.

The actual "Book of Bright Ideas," as referenced in the title, is written by two little girls, from very different backgrounds, who were thrown together one summer.  The "bright ideas" are tips for life, rules to live by, observations on how to get along in the world because, they figure, no one else is going to tell them what they need to know and, they figure, by the time they reach 100 bright ideas they should know all there is to know!

Don't you just love it?!  It reminds me of seventh grade.  My parents had just separated and we had moved from a four-bedroom colonial to a three-bedroom ranch.  Behind us was another single-parented family of five in a three-bedroom ranch.  Janet was my age and had an older sister and brother, Julie and Jim.  Julie was, of course, way smarter than us.  She asked me once how many facts of life I knew and my heart sunk.  I knew that there were some vague facts and I had a vague idea of what they were about...  Not wanting to look stupid or be made fun of -- I fudged as best I could, I'm sure I was very vague.  She told me that their mom told them one fact of life every night.  I imagined that there was a book -- how big, I don't know -- with all the facts of life, numbered.  I imagined the kids in their pajamas, at their mother's feet, each night at "story time," drinking up the knowledge (fact-by-fact) that she imparted.

Ummmm, yeah, I was a bit naive then.  Now, I am Knitorious.  ; )  I know the facts of life and sometimes I have bright ideas! The latest was to pull the knitting needles from almost everything I had going and frog.

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At first glance, the moebius looked great -- I really am getting the hang of it.  It's working and I'm getting comfy with the circs and picking!  I found this huge hole, though, and I just can't think.  It's weird, but it just seems easier to rip and re-do.  Helping Beadslut pull the needles from a sock on Sunday gave me strength to do the same to my second Braided Cable Sock.  OMG, have you ever pulled the needles from someone else's work -- intentionally?  Even when they ask you to, when they're holding it out to you and begging you to, it's so HARD!  You may recall that I wasn't liking how the color was working out on that second sock, and it was Beadslut who'd commented then that I could try knitting from the other end, so I'll try.  Whatever the result, I'll live with it, but at least I tried.



Excellent job showing your projects that you're the boss. You are WAY smarter than they are!


Sometimes ripping out projects is just the thing for inspiration for new projects. Hope the sock works out better this time. And oh, my birthday present has been ordered. Squeee!


Oh no - the poor sock. May it perform better in it's next life lest it be turned into a scarf--with eyelash!


Yes, indeed you ARE knitorious!!!!!


The removal of the needles from beadslut's sock was a moving moment - six extra stitches could only be remedied one way -


Get out the old (or not so good) and get on with the new! See, you ARE a Knitorious knitter!


I rip out all the time. If it's not right - I'm not going to knit it. ;-)


PS - every time I come to your blog - even for a split second, I have Duran Duran running through my head. Just thought you should know that Ms. Knitorious


I want to be the boss of my knitting, too! Good thing I'm here at work or there might be some serious knitting carnage.


Wouldn't it be wonderful if life worked the way those little thought??


I wonder if that hole has anything to do with the part of the directions that tell you to knit into the bottom two strands of the stitch? just think, if you rip it you will get to practise the cast on again!!


I was a small town librarian in n.w. Wisconsin when "Population 485" came out. We couldn't keep it in the library -- EVERYONE wanted to read it. Sadly, I haven't gotten to it yet. So many books, so little time. I'm in 2 book groups and have found that often the best discussions are ones where someone (or ones) didn't like the book.

I love the idea of the Book of Facts of Life -- wish I had known of that idea when my kids were little, although it might have been hard to come up with a fact every day. Kinda like blogging, ya know?

Dixie Grilley, Yellow Dog

I was at Border's tues, of course looking for the "Bright Ideas", got it and then my eyes happen to light upon a book called "Moon Over Madeline Island" by Jay Gilbertson. I am deffinately going to read this next. It involves murder with an upright hoover! www.jaygilbertson.com

Sandra Kring

Hi Ms. Knitorious,

Thanks so much for mentioning my book, "The Book of Bright Ideas" on your blog! I hope your book club enjoyed it as much as you did. Thanks, too, to all your knitting friends who read my book and posted their comments.

Your website looks awesome, btw! I don't know how to knit, but when I think of knitting, I think of Grandma (who wasn't my real grandmother, but an aunt's mother). Grandma would spend a few weeks with us each year. If Grandma--who was sweet and pale as a sugar cookie--was sitting, she was knitting. One summer she tried teaching me to knit, but, in spite of her efforts every attempt I made ended up looking like a hair ball. I'm glad your website prompted me to remember this special lady from my past.

Happy reading, and happy knitting!

Sandra Kring

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