Starting something new

Yesterday I knocked out a full load of chores, from dusting to pruning bushes.  It seems like there is always something I can find to be working on around the house and I love that.  I like to keep busy and I like the sense of accomplishment when I've completed a task.  Makes me happy, even if its cleaning a bathroom!

In the midst of the day, my son called on the way home from the doctor's office with news that they've scheduled the delivery of their baby!  WOO HOO!  What an awesome piece of news to get in the middle of the day!  So tomorrow I'll be at the hospital meeting my new granddaughter.  Hallelujah.  God is good.

When I gave birth to my two children, only 13 months apart, I felt like I was so young and naive and unprepared for what was ahead.  And yet, I wouldn't change a thing.  Raising kids is like going on a trip. There's no way to really know what's ahead, you just start walking and deal with things as they happen.  Life's an adventure, right?  So just jump in and don't let the unknown keep you from enjoying the ride!

We have plaid!

Since my last post about the new pink weaving project, I've made some changes you need to know about. 
First I re-rolled the whole warp in the other direction.  Not sure how to say that in technical or layman's terms.  But that's what I did.  If you think of a small loom like a scroll that you'd roll completely in one direction, then roll it completely in the other direction,....that's kind of what I did. 

Re-rolled warp

The warp has 6 white and 12 pink threads, and the weft is the same (feel free to click the picture and count them).  *Note the shuttle with the white yarn is made of cardboard. This neat little plaid that is really cute and girly!

The cable pillow is such a relaxing and mindless piece of knitting now.  Inox needles double stranded yarn that's  fairly soft after all.  This is gonna be a great pillow.

If you don't have a library card, I challenge you today to go get one.  I'm not kidding.  Do it.  Libraries today have more to offer than you probably realize.  Because of my library card, I can download audio books for free to my Kindle Fire.  Super easy.

Yesterday I got a got this book to listen to while cleaning house.  Its written by the daughter in law of Bernie Madoff.   A very candid and interesting point of view, and a good listen, since Stephanie narrates the book herself.
Everyone should make biographies and autobiographies a part of their routine.  It really makes for a richer life, like you actually know and hang out with these people.  After all, when someone writes a book about their experiences, they're basically pouring their heart out to you.  Why not take advantage of their wisdom, or lack of?

Warped Mind

Since its September, I thought I'd mention how I'm doing with my goals and resolutions for the year.  I have a list of about 20 or so and I've checked off about half of them. Woo Hoo! I think that's pretty good! 
About 5 of them are in process and that leaves me three months to get on with those last 5. One of my goals was to spin all of my existing roving and fleece.

two and a half pounds of wool!

I started spinning this huge bag of wool this week; kind of ominous looking.  I'm purposely leaving in the little bits and noils as I spin, just for arts' sake.  I want it to have a little character. This is as gray as you're ever gonna get, but its really light gray -  reminds me of dryer lint. I  cannot imagine what I'm going to make out of it.  Maybe a rug or something  sturdy. 

This morning I started a weaving project; sort of a beginner's plaid.  Its a first for me and I've had all sorts of trouble.

Warped threads 

I warped with 100% homespun - wool and mohair two-play. (Cue tense music.)

Once I'd gotten through threading the heddle, I literally sighed and thought I was in the homestretch. (Music gets more intense, kind  of like the theme from Jaws.)

stringing up the tension rod

threading the heddle

I soon realized  I had warped the whole thing in the wrong direction (top to bottom instead of bottom to top).  Then , all the threads started sticking together.   I got out all manner of rulers, sticks and hand grenades gadgets to try to make everything work.
THEN I found that one of the warp threads was about to break.  (There's probably a villain peeking around the corner smoothing his evil mustache.)

Innocent looking pink silk and white wool for the weft

I'm thinking its time for a hot shower.  Good thing I haven't watched Psycho lately!

Back to normal

Well, its that time again.  Its time to make a blog post and find something interesting, witty and original to write about.  The politicians these days can virtually make the same speech day after day, highlighting the same points over and over again while on the campaign trail.

I, on the other hand, have to be original, over and over again. I have no team of writers to give me pointers on what to write and no editors or PR people handling me and my moves.  I only have a small brain, just the right size for my little head, and this brain has mostly stuff about knitting and spinning in it.  I guess that will have to do.  The witty part may not happen.  Wit comes from looking at life without rose-colored glasses, while keeping away from pessimism.

You know, we all deal with virtually the same things, day in and day out.  I'm learning in my new Bible study that jealousy stems from a broken heart.  I'll bet that whoever you are, you've had your heart broken at least once or twice. 

Disappointment is another common bond we all have.  Everybody gets disappointed now and then.  I'm disappointed every morning when I step on the scale.

  I think only about once in the last year have I looked at the scale with anything near satisfaction.  Why do I keep doing this?  I don't know.  You'd think I'd be prepared for the let down when I look at those numbers staring back at me.  But no.  I keep thinking the chocolate cake from the night before will not show up on the scale.  Insane, I realize.

But I've digressed already.  I'm supposed to be talking about knitting and spinning, so here goes.
I finished this little cable pillow for my daughter.

Its stuffed now and needs that little turn-inside-out gap sewn up.  Maybe tomorrow afternoon.

I've started another bigger cable pillow.  Its about 108 stitches with 4 stitches knitted, purled or cabled, over and over again.  Easy knitting on large 10 1/2 needles.  Yes!

I hemmed up a couple of pairs of jeans and cleaned out the closet a bit this morning.

Every so often, its nice to just straighten things out a bit; clean up and throw out the excess!  Two bohemian skirts and a large striped t-shirt went into the charity bag.  It takes all of my will power not to imagine ways to repurpose these skirts.  I have a little grandbaby due any day now, and I keep imagining lots of little play dresses and shorts for her.  Lord, help me not to be a hoarder. And I really mean it this time!

My son called me Sunday morning when I was getting ready for church to tell me that the baby might be on the way; he said they weren't sure if it was time yet, but the doctor said to come on in for a check, just in case. (False alarm.) But at that moment, all cohesive thought patterns flew out the window like a parakeet.  I burnt the rice, messed up my nail polish, and could not decide what to wear to church.  Mush for brains, I tell you!
Anyway, today he called his dad and the first thing he said was, "Dad, we're not on our way to the hospital."
Alright, I can deal with that. 

Falling Away

Wow, September is half over and its becoming obvious that fall has arrived.  While its not really cool outside, its considerably cooler than it has been in past weeks.


 I am so thankful for that! It makes planning knitting projects all the more fun.  And we have a new knitting store in town ~ you heard me right ~ a new knitting store.  Danger! Turn around and run for your life!  Get out while you still can.
Sorry folks, its too late.  I've been twice in the last week and I'm officially on a yarn diet as of right now.
There are little voices inside my head (in the room?) saying to me, Really?? You needed more yarn?
Okay, maybe that was me reading my husbands thoughts.  Thoughts he doesn't dare utter, because he is wise.  Getting in between an addict and their drug is dangerous business.

Its not like I don't have lots of yarn in the stash (secret location), but I bought yarn at The Joy of Knitting to be supportive, friendly, and to help them know I cared.  Or maybe just because I couldn't resist these two really lovely skeins.  That probably more like it.  So here they are.  I offer them up to you, and confess my sins.  I was off the wagon a bit this week!

Beautiful green and blue Schaeffer yarn

Knitting Progress:

fingerless glove

I cast off a small fingerless glove and I pressed the little pillow square I promised to make for my daughter. Its super tiny.  A 12" x 12" square is a lot smaller than you think.  And its a little on the thin side, so I'm going to call this a sampler or starter pillow.  They're so easy to make and take hardly any time or thought, that I'll definitely start another one tomorrow while watching the game.  This one will be much larger and thicker, just you wait.

blocked cable pillow

Spinning Progress:
I finished spinning the beautiful white linen; its plied and 'hanked', ready for a small weaving project like a runner or placemat.  Maybe a cute purse or bag...

white linen

Friends and Family:
And I promised to share the other pictures from my trip. These are photos of the orphanage my mom's dad lived in for a while when he was a boy.

back of building 2012

Front of building 2012

Back of building 1935

Front of building 1935

Inside front stairs

Inside back of stairs

 Times were hard in those days, I suppose.  I know there was family around, and my grandpa did live with various family members during harvest, etc.  Children were considered extra help or labor, in a way, and both sides of my family experienced the joy of helping their families when needed.

 My grandfather passed away many years ago when I was just a child.  My mom says he was a very hard worker and I remember him being a strong man with a very deep voice.
I think he called me Peanut, and he always patted me really hard on the top of the head and smiled.  He and my grandmother owned a sawmill like the one on The Waltons. My grandma always said they were "tripping logs" or making boards. Grandpa served in WWII in Germany.
God bless you Joseph Miller.  And may you rest in peace.

Yesterday Once More

We had a great visit with my parents last week - we drove down on Wednesday, and came back home on Friday so Thursday was our only day to spend together. 

Sunrise on Thursday morning was really beautiful.I couldn't stop taking pictures.

Sunrise.  I used to climb that tree on the left.

View from the front yard looking south (that point of land is for sale kiddos!)

We always said "front yard" when referring to the water-front side of the house.

My folks are precious to me, and it feels like I hardly ever get to see them.  We spent the entire day together on Thursday, morning till evening, and wrung out the day like a wet dish rag.  Breakfast at IHOP, sightseeing downtown (Mobile), drove across the bay to my favorite antiques place, then supper at Cracker Barrel. It was over too soon! 

Mom and  Dad (married for 52 years!)

Their lovely new house post-Katrina.

View from the front yard  looking north

Looking north from the porch swing

New friend - little Tony from NYC

While driving around downtown, we stopped by the building where my dad used to work when I was really young.  It was a great place to park when we went to Mardi Gras back in the day.  The building is in disrepair now and is owned by someone else, but they allowed us to come inside and grab a few photos.  

This is the stool my dad used for many years in the office. 

Square metal stool; mid century modern ~

See the stool just inside the opened garage?

Original light fixture

These building were once used as carriage houses!

Below is the original bakery building where the public could view bread being made and packaged on conveyer belts.  The buildings above are where the delivery trucks were serviced and painted. The red lamp above is where the old gas pumps were.

I also got to see the orphanage where my grandfather lived for a while.  It is deserving of another post, so I'll save those pics for later.

I did get a lot of knitting done on the drive to and from my parents' house.  I'm really glad I took it along.  I completed the first chart and have started the second!

Rows 1-24 of the Flower Basket Shawl

I pretty much completed the first cable pillow and need to bind off and block it. 

While we were at the antiques place, I found some really cool milking stools from Europe.  I think they were French or German.  Most all of the items in the place are from Europe, and usually from Scotland.  I had pretty much decided on a stool to use with my spinning wheel in the garage, when I changed my mind.  The price was too high and not really negotiable. My mom seemed pretty sure that there was a stool at my grandmother's house, on the back porch that I was welcome to use.  

Granny's round wooden stool

As soon as I sat on it, I knew the height was perfect to use with my spinning wheel.  And to double my joy, I knew exactly where it came from, so now there's sentimental value attached to it.  What a find!

And to round out this post, I have to share the peach wool I'm spinning.  I love this color and can see another shawl in my future......