My Knit Picks KIPer (knitting in public) Bags arrived Saturday and I love 'em. In fact, I love them so much I have had them outside for a photo-op so I could show the world the complete spiffiness of these bags.

This is the set of five bags.

The large, medium, and small bags, and the purse have their own shoulder strap.
The three bags have grommets and two other hickies on one side so the purse, which has matching holes for the hickies and grommets, can be attached to them.

The purse with its hickies and grommets.

This is the largest bag with the purse attached.

The next pictures are bag innards. The largest bag will hold all the yarn for a sweater for a goodish sized individual.

It is not even close to being full and there are twenty-one skeins of Knit Picks Wool of the Andes in it--I added some fabric in the pockets on each side of the yarn so they would show to better advantage--one long pocket with zipper on one side and three smaller, no zips, on the other. The smaller ones will hold many pairs of DPN's, a large pair of scissors and an extra pair of glasses.

The inside of the medium bag with twelve skeins of KP WoTA's, again with fabric in the pockets--long zippered and two zipless--and, again, not filled completely.

The small bag, yeah, I know, no yarn, but it will hold eight skeins of WoTA's and still zip easily. It has one zipper and one zipperless pocket.

The purse is large enough for a small pack of tissues, a wallet, a lipstick, $4.62 worth of change, my car keys, and has pockets for my cell phone, two pens, a thin trashy novel, and eight credit cards...eight credit cards, Yarner? Hah! I wish.

The KIPer zipper bag measures 5 1/2 X 7 1/2 inches and can hold all manner of stitchmarkers, a row counter, three crochet hooks, and a bag of Gummi Bears.

These bags would make great carry-on luggage or **shudder** diaper-and-WIP bags

The best part of getting them is stuffing them with my WIP's. The hardest part is not hurting my back because, technically, the larger bags fall into my no-no category of tote-able things but...I do lurve my KIPers.

Once upon a time I could stay up late at night. I mean, back in the day there were times I would think to myself, "If I can get two hours sleep after the party/clubbing/card game I'll be good to go." Now, however, my good-to-go is you've-GOT-to-be kidding.

Monday through Thursday I have to check on Mr. Patient twice each night. Monday night is not bad and I'm pretty perky Tuesday morning. From Tuesday night on it's all downhill. Last night I just barely remember being up at 1:00 and I waked to the 5:00 alarm in a dream-like state of, "Whaaaa?". In the bathroom mirror I discovered I have a set of tire tread marks on my face and bags under my eyes I can put clothes in.

The brain is SO not firing on all cylinders--I filled the coffee maker, turned it on, and forgot to put the coffee pot under it, I brushed my teeth with the 1% cortisone cream which was waaaay too close to the toothpaste--it worked pretty well, btw: clean teeth and my mouth doesn't itch; 'course it made the coffee I finally got cooked taste like crap.

So let this be a lesson for all of you who can stay up late and still percolate. Savor this time cuz it won't last.

And keep the cortisone cream far away from the toothpaste.

If you know who Ish Kabibble is you are showing your age, unless you're an old movie buff. There are many pretenders but only one that counts and I can well imagine Ish making ballon critters but being totally inept at magic if he were still with us.

From the Jazzprofessional:

People not in on the secret could perhaps be forgiven for thinking that this is merely yet another Hare Krishna type wail. I must agree that it certainly looks like one. In fact, Ish Kabibble was the much celebrated trumpet player in Kay Kyser's Band, of The College of Musical Knowledge fame. Real name was Merwyn Bogue, but we all knew him as Ish. At one time the band seemed to be in almost every film that came out of Hollywood. I can't remember whether Ish, or, indeed, Kyser's Band, were any good at all. It was a sort of Sid Millward and his Nitwits kind of band, and Ish was famous for one thing only, and that was his hair style. This was such that it was extremely difficult to make out whether you were looking at the front or the back of his head. It was like a brutal army haircut, put on the wrong way around. The result was that Ish looked somewhat like an Old English Sheep dog but not half as pretty. We all loved him. Johnny Hawkesworth was so taken by Ish that he even bought an Ish Kabibble wig, don't ask me where from. He used to put it on at odd times and scare the wits out of innocent passersby. This was when we were in the Tommy Sampson band together. John was a very funny guy. He often exchanged messages with Cliff Dunn, another funny guy, who'd previously played guitar in the band. I remember him once getting a telegram from Cliff containing only the two words: Neckface. Neckface.

It's a header, a banner, a whatsit made by Tacky Banners R Us. Whatcha think? Too much? Tacky? Nouveau riche? (Pretend the rest of the bloggage will match.)
Don't hurt me. ;=)

I'm STILL fiddling with the template...

I'm making template changes today and tomorrow and tomorrow and...*sigh* it might take a while.