A Pouf of Ponchos?

I make one for my daughter.

It looks delightful.

I knit one for myself, they’re so quick and easy.

I knit one for my older daughter, sludge coloured so that she can blend in with her beloved trees. Since my mother-in-law's birthday is only a day or two away, I knit another one.

I have quite a bit of wool left over.

At the weekend, when everyone is home, I sort though my wool basket to the delight of small people who frequently believe that playing with balls of yarn makes them every bit as irresistible as kittens.

“You are knit me?”
“Pardon?”
“I need?”
“What do you need?”
“I am needing a pouf too,” he wheedles.

It certainly would be a good way to use up all the scraps and leftovers. It might help reduce global warming. It would fit in well with the recycling plan. It would be bound to come in handy when the summer days wane and everyone complains of chilliness.

“Ah! Waste not want not! Which would you prefer, greeny, purply, pink, or sludge, or red, or lemon or stripes?”

He pauses, deep in thought, “I am be have golden!” he announces with glee, as yellow is still his current favourite but his father is quicker off the mark as he pounces, “not on your nelly Sunny Jim, you’ll look like a complete......…” I lop him on his politically incorrect loaf.

Voting power?

I gave a lot of thought to this post, a whole 72 hours of cogitating. It occurred to me that this might be a way of making the concept of autism a little less ........hmm, how can I put it.....unpopular, more mainstream, shed a little light in the darkness perhaps?

Andy 29 also known as "Angela" over at "Memoirs of a Chaotic Mommy" has very kindly nominated my blog for a number of awards, quite alarming! But I'm none the less grateful, thank you so much.

You may or not be familiar with this site and it's nominations, but believe me, it's not for the faint hearted. You have to register, and then whizz off into middle earth never to see the light of day again. Quite nightmarish and I speak from personal experience here.

My first brilliant idea was to nip on over and vote for myself 7 and a half million times for each category, to guarantee success but quickly discovered that this isn't possible = rats!

Looking at the options, my techy husband says he needs to vote strategically. Why does that phrase sound so familiar?



Best of all time! In my dreams maybe dearie.



Stuff? Maybe, that largely what I write about, I think.....just stuff.



Health seems like a bit of a long shot, unless we're talking about mental health, mine not theirs.



Blogitzer? Can't even spell it!

So what do you think? If you click on any of the buttons, it whizzes you right there.

So I'll leave it here a while until I become thoroughly embarrassed but I'd be grateful for your opinion as to the possibilities of this shameless self promotion.

In the meantime I need to visit someone with a sticky post so that I can find out how to keep it stuck. Ooo the trial of bloggy skills and steep learning curves.

Grateful thanks to "Robin" from "Around the Island" and "Kevin" from "Left Brain Right Brain" for their help and patience.

Lastly, in the alternative maybe we could come up with the right collective noun for trolls, both English and American, or possibly universal? All suggestions welcome.

Here are a few that we came up with:-

A Nightmare of trolls

A Haunting of trolls

An Anonymity of trolls

A Tirade of trolls

and my personal favourite, 'A Menace of Trolls.'

Cheers dearies