tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178565992008-07-24T13:44:53.899-06:00knitsoniceKnits on Ice - Thoughts of a woman who Knits on the Ice at McMurdo Station, Antarctica and around the world, especially in Colorado USA, and New Zealand.Lynnsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314343466802450398noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17856599.post-10078582474025118272008-01-10T19:38:00.000-07:002008-01-11T00:23:49.718-07:00Sir Ed (1919-2008)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R4bkAqXYaLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NTLWkvi-6OM/s1600-h/Hillary.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R4bkAqXYaLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NTLWkvi-6OM/s320/Hillary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154057523595602098" /></a><br />Sir Edmund Hillary, a great adventurer, died today. From New Zealand, the Kiwi was the first known person to reach the summit of Mt. Everest on May 29, 1953 along with sherpa, Tenzing Norgay.<br /><br />He will be missed.Lynnsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314343466802450398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17856599.post-63062006757427563882008-01-06T21:44:00.000-07:002008-01-10T21:06:28.701-07:00Hat, sweater, Belinda and Joshua<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R4bqU6XYaQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/T0_uGOLDR-o/s1600-h/IMG_4763.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R4bqU6XYaQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/T0_uGOLDR-o/s320/IMG_4763.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154064468557719810" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R4bqVqXYaRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/W-yZdS_CeMI/s1600-h/IMG_4841.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R4bqVqXYaRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/W-yZdS_CeMI/s320/IMG_4841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154064481442621714" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R4bqWKXYaSI/AAAAAAAAAIo/VRJf38jzT_s/s1600-h/IMG_4820.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R4bqWKXYaSI/AAAAAAAAAIo/VRJf38jzT_s/s320/IMG_4820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154064490032556322" /></a><br /><br />Since I finished the sweater and had yarn leftover, I made a hat too. It will fit Joshua for about another minute. <grin> Yep, too small. But I'm really proud of the sweater. It was fun to deliver it in person and see Belinda and Josh one more time before heading back to the Ice.Lynnsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314343466802450398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17856599.post-13978323160844575062008-01-04T21:15:00.000-07:002008-01-10T21:50:19.269-07:00Socks for Tom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R4b1HqXYaTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/A-miA253m5A/s1600-h/IMG_4788.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R4b1HqXYaTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/A-miA253m5A/s320/IMG_4788.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154076335552358706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R4b1H6XYaUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/70BONwgAZ3E/s1600-h/IMG_4785.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R4b1H6XYaUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/70BONwgAZ3E/s320/IMG_4785.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154076339847326018" /></a><br />Tom and I need more socks so I started a pair for him instead of finishing my own Polar Plunge second sock. Besides second sock syndrome, I am also put off by the mess left (my own fault) from one needle gone AWOL and several stitches unraveled at least four rows. But I'll think about that later.Lynnsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314343466802450398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17856599.post-59751594817477067022008-01-03T10:03:00.000-07:002008-01-11T00:15:17.250-07:00Ni<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R4cWUaXYaVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/RkpWI_mAn7s/s1600-h/IMG_7120.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R4cWUaXYaVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/RkpWI_mAn7s/s320/IMG_7120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154112838479407442" /></a><br /><br />Who is this man? This is the boss man. He has a t-shirt. The t-shirt has a picture of a knight on a horse saying "Ni". I like it. <br /><br />Everybody Knit!Lynnsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314343466802450398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17856599.post-88071227428314816702007-12-27T16:59:00.001-07:002007-12-27T17:24:51.566-07:00No subjectLynn as she's walking by Tom on the Internet: "What are you looking at?"<br /><br />Tom: "Donald Duck's Family Tree." <br /><br />Lynn: ???<br /><br /><br />Go ahead. Google it.Lynnsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314343466802450398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17856599.post-23749314634099092692007-12-26T17:27:00.000-07:002007-12-26T17:35:23.838-07:00Sweater finished<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3Ly2qXYaII/AAAAAAAAAHc/G9iNpwpmNeY/s1600-h/IMG_4637.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3Ly2qXYaII/AAAAAAAAAHc/G9iNpwpmNeY/s320/IMG_4637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148444344937113730" /></a><br />The sweater is complete and will be on it's way to Joshua tomorrow. YAY!Lynnsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314343466802450398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17856599.post-23211734899631964102007-12-26T17:20:00.000-07:002007-12-26T17:26:30.331-07:00Sandwich Christmas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3Lwg6XYaHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/oopNehyJ6pE/s1600-h/santawich.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3Lwg6XYaHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/oopNehyJ6pE/s320/santawich.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148441772251703410" /></a><br />Our Ice friend Sandwich. Our little glob trotter is back in the States last I heard. I hope she's home in San Francisco now. Santawich Girl...You Rock!Lynnsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314343466802450398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17856599.post-81895717786499139202007-12-24T22:04:00.001-07:002007-12-24T22:08:52.288-07:00Hamann Christmas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CQUaXYZ7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/AY9LEsvTQnE/s1600-h/IMG_4748.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CQUaXYZ7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/AY9LEsvTQnE/s320/IMG_4748.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147773054433650610" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CQUqXYZ8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/gFIb53WwBAc/s1600-h/IMG_4749.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CQUqXYZ8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/gFIb53WwBAc/s320/IMG_4749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147773058728617922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CQU6XYZ9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/NH0UI1PRtm4/s1600-h/IMG_4750.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CQU6XYZ9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/NH0UI1PRtm4/s320/IMG_4750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147773063023585234" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CQVKXYZ-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/s28Et_6EMPE/s1600-h/IMG_4756.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CQVKXYZ-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/s28Et_6EMPE/s320/IMG_4756.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147773067318552546" /></a>Lynnsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314343466802450398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17856599.post-12125339641121346802007-12-24T21:45:00.000-07:002007-12-24T21:57:46.726-07:00Thinking of Kristan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CMk6XYZ6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/xx397W3p6ww/s1600-h/IMG_4674.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CMk6XYZ6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/xx397W3p6ww/s320/IMG_4674.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147768939854981026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CMJaXYZ5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/qC8zPmFZYHQ/s1600-h/IMG_4675.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CMJaXYZ5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/qC8zPmFZYHQ/s320/IMG_4675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147768467408578450" /></a><br />Merry Christmas to my friends on the Ice. Saw this in Fruita, Colorado last week.Lynnsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314343466802450398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17856599.post-57867886705307982022007-12-23T10:18:00.000-07:002007-12-24T23:34:10.119-07:00Dani's Scarf<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CjI6XYaFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/u8rj1OxdBGE/s1600-h/IMG_3988_1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CjI6XYaFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/u8rj1OxdBGE/s320/IMG_3988_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147793747586082898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CjJKXYaGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/U76egTbgQas/s1600-h/IMG_4677.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CjJKXYaGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/U76egTbgQas/s320/IMG_4677.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147793751881050210" /></a><br />I love to use different types of yarn and make my scarves lengthwise. Here, I cast on about 150 stitches on a big needle, say 10.5 US size, and simply knit a couple of rows in each yarn. I stop when the scarf tells me too, bind off and add fringe. This is a scarf I sent to Dani (on the right) to thank her for showing us around Transylvania during our stay in Romania. She shared her home with us too.Lynnsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314343466802450398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17856599.post-2038952691259062612007-12-22T22:16:00.000-07:002007-12-24T22:31:27.083-07:00Marti's Place<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CVoaXYaAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/FzYf33c8ugw/s1600-h/IMG_4746.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CVoaXYaAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/FzYf33c8ugw/s320/IMG_4746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147778895589173250" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CVoqXYaBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/St_abn4BRVw/s1600-h/IMG_4723.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CVoqXYaBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/St_abn4BRVw/s320/IMG_4723.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147778899884140562" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CVo6XYaCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xtxF6mknwVo/s1600-h/IMG_4731.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CVo6XYaCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xtxF6mknwVo/s320/IMG_4731.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147778904179107874" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CVpaXYaDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/T_r7zwxhEok/s1600-h/IMG_4720.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CVpaXYaDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/T_r7zwxhEok/s320/IMG_4720.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147778912769042482" /></a><br />A Hamann family tradition is to head to the river to see the lights and have dinner at Christmas time. There, on the Kankakee shines Marti's Place as hundreds of friends, neighbors and strangers file through the eatery to dine under dozens of sparkling country Christmas decorations.Lynnsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314343466802450398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17856599.post-30776480505438443372007-12-22T14:28:00.000-07:002007-12-24T22:13:02.481-07:00Deadlines<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CRVaXYZ_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/JzYkZQQFB5U/s1600-h/IMG_4717.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CRVaXYZ_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/JzYkZQQFB5U/s320/IMG_4717.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147774171125147634" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R22HOaXYZ4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/_08b6cHlXGs/s1600-h/IMG_4632.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R22HOaXYZ4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/_08b6cHlXGs/s320/IMG_4632.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146918630819653506" /></a><br />Deadline, schmedline. I must face the fact that the Joshua sweater is not going to be under his tree in time for Christmas. I will have it finished by Christmas but the mail date is 4 days past. I could borrow the car and drive it there, but there's a big storm coming. In fact, it's been dusky grey all day in the Chicago area where I enjoy domesticity on the farm of my in-laws. I did knit for a couple of hours this morning. Then I read. I cooked. I botched the fudge. Again. I computed. I SHOULD'VE been knitting ALL day. But what good would that do at this late date? Now, as I prepare to travel to "the river" to eat dinner under, beside, around and across from every type of Christmas decoration ever created at this fabulous restaurant (a joyful tradition at this time of year) I look at the sweater and try to figure out how to break the news to my youngest friend in the world, 15 month old Josh. Sorry Joshy. I am a victim of my own short attention span and made 2 pairs of socks, 3 scarves, 2 mittens, one hat, and some other stuff while I was also knitting your sweater. My bad. I hate it when that happens.Lynnsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314343466802450398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17856599.post-76875543361796601742007-12-21T09:08:00.000-07:002007-12-24T23:17:56.953-07:00Wawel Castle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CgFKXYaEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_eHN_h8WK-k/s1600-h/IMG_4378.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R3CgFKXYaEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_eHN_h8WK-k/s320/IMG_4378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147790384626690114" /></a><br />This lid was made of a cashmere blend and is my current favorite. I used a pattern from a Swedish mitten book that is now out of print. Some of the yarn is Noro and some is Classic Elite. I wore this hat all winter on the Ice and have it on here at Wawel Castle in Krakow during our travels through Eastern Europe. It's a little too big now that it's been worn so much...stretched out.Lynnsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314343466802450398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17856599.post-8688617570649711232007-12-15T21:17:00.000-07:002007-12-15T21:19:53.742-07:00Homecoming Queen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R2SnYKXYZ0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/sAq7WNIig8s/s1600-h/Copy+of+Homecoming+067.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R2SnYKXYZ0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/sAq7WNIig8s/s320/Copy+of+Homecoming+067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144420707905070914" /></a><br />My niece. Isn't she beautiful?Lynnsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314343466802450398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17856599.post-64637513535483395822007-12-12T07:49:00.000-07:002007-12-12T07:55:56.938-07:002007 wrap up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R1_2dMlhWqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/_KwIwX8XP_o/s1600-h/astro_ack_02_lynn_hp.52486.16586.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R1_2dMlhWqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/_KwIwX8XP_o/s320/astro_ack_02_lynn_hp.52486.16586.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143100280935635618" /></a><br />I am blessed. 2007. Check. Another year passed and I am still here. I have big plans for the next year and I can't wait to get started. What do I see in the future?Lynnsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314343466802450398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17856599.post-69186232506809784632007-12-10T07:58:00.000-07:002007-12-12T08:05:19.831-07:00Mittens<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R1_4jMlhWrI/AAAAAAAAAEk/N8C-EMeDFew/s1600-h/IMG_4654.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R1_4jMlhWrI/AAAAAAAAAEk/N8C-EMeDFew/s320/IMG_4654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143102583038106290" /></a><br />The mittens for charity are done. Now I have this big plan for Christmas prezzys and of course, there's that TIME thing. Time, shmime. I must plan accordingly. AAAGGKKK!Lynnsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314343466802450398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17856599.post-90319535035072262152007-12-09T19:36:00.000-07:002007-12-11T19:42:13.273-07:00stash mittens<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R19Ka8lhWpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/X_KN4YDilVE/s1600-h/IMG_4646.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R19Ka8lhWpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/X_KN4YDilVE/s320/IMG_4646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142911126280952466" /></a><br />stash leftovers made into charity mittens is the next thing started. Yes, I'm avoiding the sweater. My bad.Lynnsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314343466802450398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17856599.post-38080524412092817142007-12-06T14:18:00.000-07:002007-12-06T17:30:29.350-07:00Bresee memories<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R1iTxslhWoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vG6VpNEibsg/s1600-h/Tracy%27s+Christmas+03+donbettydonna.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R1iTxslhWoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vG6VpNEibsg/s320/Tracy%27s+Christmas+03+donbettydonna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141021456634829442" /></a><br />I heart the Bresees'. For as long as I can remember, the biggest and most fun family gatherings happened at their home. I remember swimming in the blow-up pool with Donna and Bob while the grown-ups visited on the patio. I remember backyard BBQ's with mind boggling amounts of food. I remember Christmas gatherings that sparkled. I remember the kitchen filled with generations of women. I remember the ready-for-anything pantry downstairs. I even remember setting up the projector and screen and watching home movies of family members playing actors in their own slapstick films. I remember piling in the big car and riding up to the mountains to go sledding and ice skating at Hidden Valley. I remember being a child there as well as being a grown-up watching the children. Thank you God for the Bresee family. They care about people and know how to show it. I am blessed.Lynnsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314343466802450398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17856599.post-4552130755870983302007-12-04T15:00:00.000-07:002007-12-04T17:30:56.384-07:00WUA Squares...from the most Southern place on Earth where Warm Up America Blankets are created.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R1XcNMlhWnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YjQC0c_3F6Q/s1600-h/IMG_7021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R1XcNMlhWnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YjQC0c_3F6Q/s320/IMG_7021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140256668988299890" />Erika, Wonder Knitter</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R1XZlslhWjI/AAAAAAAAADk/4VQJy0rv674/s1600-h/IMG_4617.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R1XZlslhWjI/AAAAAAAAADk/4VQJy0rv674/s320/IMG_4617.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140253791360211506" />2007 blanket</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R1XbislhWmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/cd9xUAcH4Ko/s1600-h/IMG_7020.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R1XbislhWmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/cd9xUAcH4Ko/s320/IMG_7020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140255938843859554" />2006 blanket</a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R1XaDMlhWkI/AAAAAAAAADs/VbnrJfx76Ds/s1600-h/IMG_2858.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R1XaDMlhWkI/AAAAAAAAADs/VbnrJfx76Ds/s320/IMG_2858.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140254298166352450" />2005 blanket</a><br /><br />During the winter I handed off a project to Erika, the wonder knitter. She finished putting together the <a href="http://www.warmupamerica.com/home.html">WUA</a> blanket for Winter 2006. I showed her how I did it for the first charity blanket in 2005. Knowing Erika, she came up with an even better way to make squares into blankets. This is the young woman who knitted gloves as one of her first projects. I think she came out of the womb with knitting needles in her hands. She says she just learned how to knit this winter season.<br /><br />Motivated by Erika, I started crocheting the first 49 of this winter season's squares, putting them together in strips of 7 squares each. Then I crocheted the 7 strips together and finished off by crocheting a border around all four edges.<br /><br />There's one more batch of squares for the second 2007 blanket. I left them in the care of Amy on the Ice.Lynnsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314343466802450398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17856599.post-52595189918529347912007-12-03T17:00:00.000-07:002007-12-03T17:26:51.480-07:00Penguin SundayOne Sunday in January of 2007, Adelie penguins came to visit at McMurdo Station. It was the most fun I'd had so far that Austral summer. Here's a little video I got of one little guy heading back to the water. <br /><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f9ddd7c4d4463d83" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqgAAADjB7cieHmVEItu-JNF4-KLXrEmSzYUTqtYy5g2xvioP5Bp_dJ_d40Rzu2brbTu-GwDJUzEVO9QGD2UBwPQ-ZtwflztPF4NU-bdltWu5UA_3pd8xPOkcvsOcJX1agB4LL-8Adzyb5pphfB8TbEIBUHKWlUu7F0LKg2wyNXqmF3dL85pS8R66VJG7atS00U07sd6avWcRzl5P35wUQ65LQJF28Gnp9bSc1fjWgg1mWNvZ%26sigh%3DXkwljMZ1DAQ6NQnqm0WF6QJJhpg%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df9ddd7c4d4463d83%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DBWxchOxc8rzSrNe5AwWhnd4eL-0&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqgAAADjB7cieHmVEItu-JNF4-KLXrEmSzYUTqtYy5g2xvioP5Bp_dJ_d40Rzu2brbTu-GwDJUzEVO9QGD2UBwPQ-ZtwflztPF4NU-bdltWu5UA_3pd8xPOkcvsOcJX1agB4LL-8Adzyb5pphfB8TbEIBUHKWlUu7F0LKg2wyNXqmF3dL85pS8R66VJG7atS00U07sd6avWcRzl5P35wUQ65LQJF28Gnp9bSc1fjWgg1mWNvZ%26sigh%3DXkwljMZ1DAQ6NQnqm0WF6QJJhpg%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df9ddd7c4d4463d83%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DBWxchOxc8rzSrNe5AwWhnd4eL-0&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br /><br />If you know a penguin that needs a sweater (aka jumper) go to the link below where you'll find free directions for knitting penguin sweaters.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.abc.net.au/canberra/stories/s1392592.htm">penguin sweater</a>Lynnsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314343466802450398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17856599.post-78467096639854409142007-11-17T12:04:00.000-07:002007-11-17T13:13:22.307-07:00Back in the USA!I've been surfing the web for the last hour. There's all this cool new stuff...well, new to me. I'm probably the last one to know. 15 months away and I can see I have heaps of catching up to do. It's been over a month since I left Mactown. Thailand and Eastern Europe were great (more about that later). I'm at the farm of my in-laws, still going through mail (ugh) except for all the knitting magazine subscriptions (yay). The bags are unpacked. The laundry is done. Mom's Apple Pie. Check. A "real lettuce" salad. Check. Free water. Check. With ice! Check. The toilet paper is soft and public bathrooms are free. I'm still waking up at 3:00 AM and falling asleep in my chair at 6:30 PM. What is this thing called jet lag? And why am I suddenly afflicted? I look forward...'puter, Internet, knit, read, catch up with email and phone calls, knit. Holidays! And did I mention knitting. My mother-in-law is also a knitter. This afternoon there's still more to do but I'm parked here in the country with family and I feel content as a baby wrapped up in a blanket, rocking in her mother's arms. I wish everyone could feel this special.Lynnsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314343466802450398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17856599.post-62280718366810820292007-10-10T12:22:00.000-06:002007-12-14T23:00:50.025-07:00ECW Doll<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R2NtPaXYZzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/upgTOstF-ZA/s1600-h/IMG_6478.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R2NtPaXYZzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/upgTOstF-ZA/s320/IMG_6478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144075310930093874" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R2NseaXYZyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YEYbDhB82wM/s1600-h/IMG_6486.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R2NseaXYZyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YEYbDhB82wM/s320/IMG_6486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144074469116503842" /></a><br />I knit for so many reasons. Useful stuff. Okay, so the ECW (Extreme Cold Weather) doll isn't useful but it was fun. My attempt at ECW-Gear-Doll turned out to look more like a voodoo doll. Nevertheless, there it is along with some of the other stuff I made while on the Ice last season. Notice the Shackleton sweater appears again. It only took me 2 years. However, thanks to Erika N, I made most of it in one month during June of 2005 after watching Erika knit a whole sweater in a little over a week. I was impressed and motivated by her amazing energy while working one of the coldest, hardest jobs of the winter. She spent most days outside while on the construction crew of the LDB (Long Duration Balloon) building.Lynnsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314343466802450398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17856599.post-4289651800730712042007-09-02T17:38:00.000-06:002007-12-22T14:26:26.302-07:00Of Packing and People<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R21THqXYZ2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Hm5ZO-6bPX0/s1600-h/IMG_7175.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R21THqXYZ2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Hm5ZO-6bPX0/s320/IMG_7175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146861340250892130" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R21TIKXYZ3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/GUoddL-62_o/s1600-h/IMG_7338.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R21TIKXYZ3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/GUoddL-62_o/s320/IMG_7338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146861348840826738" /></a><br />I find myself anxious to get off this rock and at the same time not wanting to leave fellow Ice companions. I have learned to say goodbye and know that I will see these people again some year. However, it still stings and I hold my tears back as they board Ivan the Terrabus to leave for the runway where a C-17 waits (but not for long) to take them to the "real world" in Christchurch, NZ.<br /><br />Once some of my fellow winterovers are gone, I turn my thoughts to the Ice knitter's big dilemma: how much stash to pack and how much to leave out for the month of September. How much knitting am I truthfully going to get done with all the new faces and fun on station? How much knitting am I going to get done while I travel? How much knitting should I send "home" for after our travels. I suffer from stashosis - fear of separating from one's yarn, even for a few days and even if not currently using it. I need it with me IN CASE. <br /><br />I'll think about that later.<br /><br />New faces and returning knitters from last season are in the second floor lounge of Dorm 208 for Tuesday night Stitch n' Bitch (aka Stitch and Sip). I love knitting on the Ice.Lynnsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314343466802450398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17856599.post-2618830022768334852007-08-05T18:09:00.000-06:002007-12-04T13:43:48.167-07:00August is for W<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R1W1sclhWaI/AAAAAAAAACc/b1xvXTW6HuI/s1600-h/IMG_6551.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R1W1sclhWaI/AAAAAAAAACc/b1xvXTW6HuI/s320/IMG_6551.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140214324905728418" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R1W1s8lhWbI/AAAAAAAAACk/lp9cdwKz2Ew/s1600-h/IMG_6552.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R1W1s8lhWbI/AAAAAAAAACk/lp9cdwKz2Ew/s320/IMG_6552.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140214333495663026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R1W1tMlhWcI/AAAAAAAAACs/IV-P3bypjw8/s1600-h/IMG_6556.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/R1W1tMlhWcI/AAAAAAAAACs/IV-P3bypjw8/s320/IMG_6556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140214337790630338" /></a><br />W is for Winfly, as in Winter Fly-in and also for Winter-over, as in a person who stays in Antarctica for the Austral Winter season. <br />W is also for Warm, as in <a href="http://www.warmupamerica.com/home.html">Warm Up America</a> Yup! Even in Antarctica, women and men craft 7"x 9" squares into blankets for charity. <br /><br />People will come, daylight will be here, and blankets will be completed. Light is already eliminating night. Highway One will soon be crowded again.<br /><br />It's time to finish up the Warm Up America blanket. There's enough squares and interest and a plethora of closet knitters and crocheters (come out, come out wherever you are) so we decided to collect a few more squares for a second WUA blanket. We pin them to the bulletin board on Highway One. This winter rules! Half the staff and twice the needlework. We can do dishes too.Lynnsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314343466802450398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17856599.post-82721735158899521162007-06-25T04:14:00.000-06:002007-06-25T04:21:33.717-06:00McMurdo Station<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/Rn-XCgCTsmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3D6DpOj9H9E/s1600-h/2007%2BMcM%2Bmid%2Bwinter%2Be-mail--web%2Bsize.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zw_cYo7iMZo/Rn-XCgCTsmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3D6DpOj9H9E/s320/2007%2BMcM%2Bmid%2Bwinter%2Be-mail--web%2Bsize.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079944973912355426" /></a><br />Here's Bill Henriksen's fab photo of McMurdo. It's darker now but the stars are amazing and Jupiter is so bright. Even though it's dark at noon, there's the promise of light. We've passed the solstice and the light will be headed our way in a couple of months.Lynnsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314343466802450398noreply@blogger.com0