Full Steam Ahead

When knitting with massive size 13 Addi Turbos and two strands of worsted weight yarn, there is no stopping what my hot little hands can do.  I am on fire!

Coral Cables Throw Pillow

I know you're thinking there are actual flames coming from my fingers, but not to worry.  I'm just doing what any self respecting knitter would do in this situation.  I am racing toward the finish line full steam ahead. (But I may need potholders later, if the needles start smoking again!)

Picking the yarn for this project made me launch into yarn-stash fantasy land.  I began to imagine my bed covered with assorted pillows; pillows with vast stitch pattern variations.   Like the kid on A Christmas Story, imagining a Red Rider BB gun, I had grandiose visions of pillow making fame.  Book tours & appearances at state fairs, you know.  That kind of thing.

So anyway, I may be making more pillows in the future and will be available for autographs after I finish doing the dishes.

Victory Garden

I went  to my garden plot today to weed.  It has rained and I guess it's been a while since I was there.  I barely recognized my space and had a hard time finding it.  In such a short time, the weeds had practically taken over.  Marlene told me this would happen, but my pride got in the way.  MY garden will never be taken over by weeds. Ha.  Famous last words.  So, I'm red in the face and wiser from an hour in the hot afternoon sun.  (But I love it!)

 My back yard stuff is doing fine, since I can check on it every day.


I cut apart the things from my little frame loom and put the white linen runner on the breakfast table.

I still haven't warped the loom for some fresh weaving, but it's been very busy at work and I am just too pooped at night to start a new project.

I took out some of the coral yarn and had a great idea for a cable project.  Then it hit me Coral Cables!  I'm so clever.

I'm thinking a small throw pillow would be cute, simple to knit, and just the right size since I've only got 4 skeins of yarn.  By the way.  Some people pronounce that, "skeens" and some people say, "skanes".  You can say it either way; I don't mind. ( Did you just say them both out loud?)  :-)

Part of my job, on occasion, is to help people when they are moving.  Last week we helped a lady sort through some things in her garage, as she bought a high-rise condo in the city.  She has a lake house and some stuff is going there as well, but in her downsizing (post-retirement) I received several items that I have been wanting for a few months now.  Literally.
Two of these

a bread machine

a pedicure thing-a-ma-jig

and several other things like seeds for the garden, chocolate, party trays and a beautiful tin planter.  Somebody up there likes me!!

My personal life is going through some changes right now, and my attitude is to always keep my chin up, no matter how I feel inside.  Usually, if I stay positive, my life will follow suit.  If I give in to emotion and negative feelings, I can find all sorts of things to complain about.  There's an old song that is perfect for this occasion, "Count Your Blessings".  In light of the recent bad weather, death and damages to cities all over the country, I can't complain about my circumstances.  I hope you have things to be thankful for, too.   When I hear people walking through the rubble after a tornado, say that they're happy to be alive, I realize I should be too.

Albania is somewhere between Greece and Venice

This week I spent some time with a friend/co-worker from Albania.  She has a very thick accent and is very pretty.  She works at the airport gift shop and I only get to see her on rare occasions as her hours at her other job are pretty random.  Every time I ask her to remind me where she is from, and she tells me, it is clear that she does not like being mistaken for a Latin American.  She is European, through and through and has all the language barrier issues that someone like her would be expected to have.  She innocently says funny things at work that could be (and often are) misunderstood.  That's what makes her so charming.  She's a single parent, working very hard to provide for her children, and is such a lovely person.  Men hit on her and mistake her accent for ignorance. She is very bright and a joy to be around.  I just googled Albania, and I know exactly where it is!  Maybe she'll invite me to visit her homeland with her sometime!!

As I sit at my spinning wheel, listening to a classical internet radio station from Venice, I feel so far away from home.  Transported to where the trees are more beautiful, the yarn in my hands is softer, and the cappuccino in my cup is more expensive.  It must be.

I read on the Yarn Harlot's blog how  she spun her Jacob fleece, " underspun and overplied for bounce", so that's what I'm doing.  Trying to achieve bounce in my yarn.  I have a lot of flat, hard yarn that's great for socks or shawls, but I want something springy and bouncy like Tigger.  I want to squeeze it and have it go back to it's original hank position.

Update photo for proof that I really am piecing together the baby sweater.

And here's a pattern I'm seriously considering for my next project.  I need some soft, soft wool yarn - nothing scratchy, and most of what I've spun is a little scratchy, but that cannot slow me down.  I really have to pick something soon and this is the best looking candidate so far!

My back yard is looking really lovely - with little bits of color everywhere that surprise me whenever I go outside.  The little blue flowers were from seeds our children's pastor gave to all of us workers a few years ago. Forget-me-nots!  And I don't.

And the apple tree by the compost bin was a gift from my mom & dad when we finished homeschooling our kids.  It has apples again this year; two years in a row, thanks to Noah's ark levels of rain!

We had a birthday party Saturday night for my son's new wife.

At the end, my husband, son and daughter stayed up watching Grey Gardens, the original documentary.  No matter how wealthy a person is, their tastes and eccentricities vary as much as the hemline of the latest fashions.  That is one unsettling, but engrossing movie!

Skill Set

backyard at dusk

 I went to the doctor(s) recently and noticed something that really stood out to me; the skill and knowledge of those that were taking care of me, some more than others.  I noticed how some doctors and nurses were simply keeping the business going, getting me in and out the door with my insurance card.  But at least one doctor seemed incredibly interested in my well being.  She asked me all sorts of questions that at times seemed irrelevant to why I was in her office.  She was all about looking things up on the computer to find out the answer to what we were discussing.  And she seemed totally interested in bringing to me the best possible care that I would need.  I was really impressed with the level of interest she took in me as a whole person and wanted to integrate her skill with my needs.  What a perfect fit! What a refreshing change that someone would step out of the box for a moment and do a little more than expected.  Skill is a valuable commodity these days!!

As we celebrated the graduations last weekend of two young men in our family I noted that it takes a long time to earn a degree, and only about 5 seconds (I timed it!) to receive the diploma.

I am skilled at making homemade cappuccino!

 What a laugh. And yet, it is indicative of what our society values when it comes to skill and expertise.  We want McDonald's speed and price and Mercedes quality.

 As I've become a true lover of knitting, I see the great skill, expertise and man hours it takes to knit a garment.  I saw a large crocheted afghan this week that must have taken close to a year to make.

Simply beautiful! I know what went into each and every stitch made by some very skilled hands.  Amazing!  It probably looks so simple to the uneducated, but I know how hard it was to make that blanket. ( And can imagine the many loving thoughts that went through the mind of the person making it. 

I am such a slacker when it comes to my own projects - I am only just now blocking the Cocoa Bear Hoodie; maybe I can do the button bands on Tuesday or Wednesday night.  (Very long day ahead tomorrow!) I also finished the red wrap, but I can't remember if I ever named it.  Surely I could skim my old posts and find out, but as I said, I'm a little slacker, short and stout!

A New Day

 Last Thursday night my son and his wife joined us for dinner, and afterward my son helped his dad with a few work projects, while I joined my daughter in law for a little chit chat downstairs. On Friday my daughter and her husband joined us for dinner and more chit chat. They had arrived in town to pick up the key to their new place, moving back to our area after finishing school.  All six of us get along really well. Both of the boys are graduates this weekend and have an awful lot to look forward to.  Commencement speeches remind us of the big world that lays ahead, and they path they'll take to get there.

As a kid I remember my folks saying that if we didn't like the way things were, "There's the door!"  Teenagers don't like to hear that but it's probably good advice.   It prods the kids to be thinking about leaving someday and what the future will hold for them.  Often a boss will remind an employee how lucky he is to work for them, and if he doesn't like it, “There's the door!”. We are all looking for new opportunities but many times we have to walk through a door to get there.

As both my son and son in law have graduated they are thinking about "the door" to their futures; leaving school and academia, tests and papers, projects and the like - what kind of jobs they will be entering into, and how they will approach them, they will be looking at how their skills and acquired knowledge will fit into someone else' vision and/or needs.  There are other options as well, but whether one is self employed or employed by someone else, "the door" is there to be opened, as they say.
I'm so happy for my kids and their bright futures.  (I will have to admit selfishly though that I tried never to use the door analogy with my kids 'cause I never wanted them to leave!)

I love a good collection

My daughter is in the midst of moving and she and I talked on the phone briefly while I was on my way to the doctor this morning (speakerphone, heavy morning traffic with serious rain, going through a construction zone).  She could hardly hear me and I could hardly hear her but one thing was clear.  She's just like me.   She finds comfort in organizing things.   When you organize things, you realize that you have sorted stuff, like you did at the little table when you were in kindergarten.   Some things go together, and others don't belong with this group.

Last night I finished another Harlan Coben book (not on Kindle) and found a real satisfaction moving the books on my office bookshelf to make room for Live Wire to sit next to the four other hardbacks by HC.  I do have some of his paperbacks and even something on my Kindle by him.  So I realize I now have a collection of his books.  I have Mary Higgins Clark, Harold Bell Wright,  and several others on my book shelf.   Once I find an author I like, I will pretty much ready all their works.   It probably goes back to my OCD habit of collecting things and keeping them together.  I even imagine that people will look at my things with a critical eye and wonder why all the (fill in the blank)'s aren't together in a group like they should be. Like why are the salad forks mixed in with the dinner forks?  (Of course they're not!) But that would really bother me if people thought that.

In the garage, all my spinning stuff is together, but all my knitting stuff stays in the house.  It bugs me if something gets in the wrong guy's area.  Yarn technically can go in either place.  Weaving stuff pretty much stays here in my office because I say so.  Socks go in the sock drawer, shirts go with shirts, and pants go with pants.  Got it?

And when I finish a knitting project I have to put the needles back in the zippered knitting-needle tackle-bag I bought at the Bass Pro Shop. It has one side for DPNs and one for circulars, with ziploc pouches for each size.   I had to explain my putting-back action to my husband the other day, telling him that if I didn't put them back exactly where they came from, I would never be able to find them again.  But I realized as I said it that I was justifying all this to myself.  Organizing comes from wanting to have some sense of control over my environment.  Especially when you don't feel that you have any control whatsoever over your circumstances.  This is a permanent state of mind for me, and is probably why I retreat to reading or knitting whenever I can.  Nobody messes with my knitting and nobody takes your book away while you're reading it.  Two boundaries everyone respects without having to remind them or give them a dirty look.

Now, with all this organizing I have spent little time knitting anything much lately; and that is another story altogether.  I won't chase that rabbit.
But I will chase this little Cocoa Bear Hoodie.

I've finally finished all the pieces but ran out of yarn and had to get another ball.  The front left and right will need button bands  after I press the pieces tomorrow.

I'll pick up the stitches on the left and right front pieces, and allow for buttonholes on the left side.
Then I can sew all the pieces together and do one last blocking session.

In spinning news, I spun some of this very soft, if not dirty midnight blue roving last weekend.  It is very pretty on the bobbin, don't you think?

And finally the pair of Uncle Albert socks were drying on the patio table Saturday morning.  I'm extremely grateful for any little bit of sunshine lately.  It feel like Seattle around here lately!

I will be somewhat busy the rest of the week but in a good way.  And it's good to be busy to keep your mind from worrying about other things.  Kind of like going to the beach or reading a good book.  Being busy is an escape that costs very little and serves you well!  Like organizing your collections!