Lavender Sparkle (not the Barbie)

Spinning this lavender would have been a drag, except for the terrific angelina fiber that I was able to incorporate when I carded the wool. As I spin, I'm pulling lots of 'bits & pieces' out that would certainly make the yarn not very smooth. I've kept a large paper cup on the floor because there are just too many little bits to vacuum up later. Whaddya think?
Pretty nifty, huh? There's not a lot of it, but I'm excited to think of the possibilities! Maybe a cute pair of gloves in the winter, or trim for a hat....

I've also worked a bit more on the chair slipcover. First some diagrams with measurements, and then the first cut of the fabric donated by my beautiful mother.
I know the fabric is sideways, so don't worry. I realized it right before I went to cutting on it! I've cut and pinned on the front/seat section and the back. I'm always nervous about that first cut.

When my kids were little, my sister was often around with her really nice camera taking really nice pictures of the kids in the most natural, un-contrived settings. The photos were just adorable, and I cherished them. As the babies became toddlers, and learned how to use scissors, they became aware that cutting those photos was a lot of fun, till mom found out. Fun over.

But the sad part to me was that the precious photos were ruined. Lots of chops and cuts all over, that made the photos impossible to scan or really salvage in any way. I kept them, but always remembered the cuts.
Our reputation is a lot like those photographs. We make sure that we look the right way and drive the right car and live in the right place and do the right things, but then we open our mouths and make little cuts all over the photograph of our reputation. There's a quote that says something to this effect, "Your actions speak so loudly, I can't hear what you're saying."
I pray that somebody will grab me and shake me the next time I start to open my mouth and ruin the reputation I'm trying so hard to preserve! We have so few chances to make an impression on someone, and the lasting effects of even one or two thoughtless words can last forever.

Modern Man

I have had a terrific week. I've recently left the white collar world of business and stepped into a flip flop, t-shirt world. The work is invigorating, but tiring. My muscles are sore at night but I feel great when I wake up; good hard work is just plain good. And I don't need to get on the treadmill anymore!

I'm learning something about our society these days, that I was not really paying attention to before. Some people are really, truly spoiled. Some people would rather criticize than look for ways to fix a problem. Personally I think it's just lazy. And the part that is unsettling for me is that the more 'religious' or 'moral' the person is, the more entitled they feel about nitpicking. Too bad.

So last night I dragged my old self home, showered, ate supper and parked on the couch with a really big cup of coffee and my knitting. My husband was upstairs working so I turned on a BBC murder mystery which nearly made me give back the spaghetti I'd just eaten. (They are way, further down the road of non-censorship in their programming! Very graphic.) I kept on knitting but had to change the channel.

This Macy's Gray throw is one of the all-time-easiest projects I've done. BIG needles, BIG yarn and rows that get longer and longer as you go around the circle.

I'm using three long circular needles like DPNs. Work stays on two circs and the third is the working needle.

It looks like a rastafari hat for an elephant!

Before I go, I have to show you my little friend here in my home office. The girl who replaced me at my last job highly recommended this and as odd as it looks, it's a great idea.

You use all your core muscles while watching tv or sitting at the computer. My friend had previously worked at an office that manufactured athletic products. She said everyone in the office had them and it's apparently the newest ergonomically beneficial thing!

I try

I love that song by Macy Gray, "I try" and I think I'm naming this little thing Macy's Gray. Okay?
It's become the project lying on the ottoman in the living room. I don't take knitting with me much anymore, although I did take it to church a couple of weeks ago and made some pret-ty good progress!

The yarn will run out soon but lo and behold, look what I found in the garage! (But wait, there's more/ I heard someone say)

The yarn is cabled but I've got some un-cabled yarn that could be plied together to make more, and I'm sure I'm gonna need it.
What can I say? I try.

Today I had to learn some new tricks and am ever aware that I'm old as dirt. In every sense of the word. My body doesn't do the things it used to do, or at least as easily. I feel like I'm in really good physical shape, for my age. Emphasis on the word age.
Fourteen year old girls can eat candy, stay up late, get up early and run around a school gym and not really complain at all. I know cause I used to be that girl. I cheered in high school and junior high, rode in buses with stinky ball players to opposing schools full of our enemies to play ball games at 7 o'clock at night. Then leave the game sweaty, go out to a steak place with all those same kids, eat awful food, pile back into the bus and head back to our hometown. I could make it home, do homework and get up and do it all again the next day. And do really well on a test.

Today is a WHOLE other ball game, so to speak. I am grouchy without coffee, complain if I can't get to bed on time, and gripe when I have to do anything taxing two days in a row. How's that for being 'fit for my age'??
Like I said, I try!

Weaving with Patti

Some people don't like Patti LaBelle but that's okay. I don't like everything she's done, but it's easy to listen to, especially when you're weaving. (keepin' it on the DL)

I spun some lovely lavender with other leftover bits of carded wool and came up with this yarn.

The loom still has lots of warp left on it, and I have found I need to use weft yarn that has a similar thread as the warp, in this case white. So the leftover yarn is plied with white.


When you weave, as I have learned, there is an up and down to every pass. When I pass from left to right, the reed is in the 'up' position.

From right to left, the reed is 'down'.

In order to be consistent with tension, I make a small concave shape with the yarn before beating it with the reed. To pull it tight draws in the outside warp threads.

I've enjoyed being inside during the hot part of the day today, since the temps are hitting 100 degrees or so. I watered the garden this morning and am proud of my produce. Here are some brag photos, including a cantaloupe I didn't even plant. It just came up, probably from my composted soil from last year.




I had my first deep fried Twinkie last night. Oh my. It's what you'd imagine; very rich and surely regrettable calorie wise. But very tasty anyway!
We brought homemade mint chocolate chip ice cream to the 'company picnic' last night and I never got to taste it. I'm assuming it was good, since the container was empty when I went to retrieve it before we left. I will have to make some more tomorrow after church!

Granny's Square

The last few days I've been in a nearby town doing some work with an acquaintance from my previous job. She owns a company that specializes in doing any kind of work a client might need done, and those jobs range from errands, cleaning, shopping, decorating and dog walking to waiting for the cable guy.
So she put together a team this week and I came along. We cleaned a prison.

Yes, a prison. The buildings are newly renovated and there's a lot of sheet rock dust when construction is over with. I have mopped, cleaned, wiped, carried buckets and sprayed stainless steel until my fingernails are down to nothing. I am truly, deeply tired today. And anxious to get back to my knitting.
I started this several days ago and I'm thrilled at how fast it's coming together.
The yarn is naturally colored gray wool - cabled, which means two strands of plied yarn spun back together in the same direction as the single.
The yarn is fat and the pattern is something I kind of made up. The equivalent of a knitted granny square. I got the idea from Knitting Rules.

If you noticed the beautiful chair, and I hope you did, you might like to know where it came from. It is an antique that was newly redone by my brother and my mom. The piece was my husband's grandmother's and the springs had come apart long ago. I'd always meant to fix it and never did once I went back to work.

When my son told me he was getting married, I thought it would make a lovely gift.
I took it to my parent's house in June and we re-worked the straps. The rest was done without me and that's probably why it looks so darn good. I take no credit whatsoever!

Stating the obvious

Okay, so my son got married last weekend. No need to expand on that. But for a mother, when your child leaves the country for a week and you don't hear anything, at all, your mind begins to play tricks on you. Little voices come up with scenarios that have no basis in reality. It's just a mother's worries. So there, I've gotten that off my chest.


Now, onto some knitting and spinning from the Harpeth River Spinsters. First let me say that I had no idea that the co-founder of our group, Vicki Knechtel, was the wife of Larry Knechtel. And the meetings I attented for the first several years were at Kaye's house - and Kaye bought her house from them. (Kaye and Vicki have both moved away, although Kaye did call yesterday during the meeting at Susie's to say hello to everyone; she lives in Maine now.)

Here are the pictures:





I apologize for not cropping or photo shopping anything - I know they're dark and need help but I am only now getting my programs back on my computer.

Here's what I spun:

My garden is growing pretty well, just in case you asked me, "How does your garden grow?"
I will be working in a nearby town next week so it's been good to enjoy the warm, sunny weather. I took advantage of the summer breeze this morning and set up my wheel on the patio. Perfectly lovely morning!!

Thank you, Tennessee! And thank you to the Guard-Kitty who kept all the dangerous birds from bothering me while spun this morning.

Summer at Stoney River

Today has been a God-send kind of day. Do nothing, relax, and eat junk kind of day. I’ve completed the foot of the Stoney River sock, with a start on the toe shaping.

I finished the majority while watching a DVD of Julia Child from 1962. Things were so different back then. People hosted shows based on their expertise and knowledge of the subject, not on their measurements, hair color and age (or lack of). Julia was a professional in every sense of the word. Her ability to translate a love of cooking to her audience was unmistakable.

The last episode I watched dealt with making a fish stew, very rustic by today’s standards but completely authentic to the cuisine she knew so well. This was a Mediterranean soup that let the diner remove bones and shells. That’s the way I grew up eating seafood. We ate fish off the bone, shrimp from the shell and whole crab backs were left in the gumbo. The pots and bowls were big and you needed a fork as well as a spoon to eat most meals.

Last night my husband and I made a long drive to NC and back, dropping off his father who stayed with us last week. We arrived back in time to check out an Asian restaurant for supper that served lots of seafood in its buffet. Now I know what you’re thinking. How could a girl like me possibly eat seafood from a buffet? Well, I’m here to tell you it was delicious and perfectly cooked in every way. Boiled shrimp, fried shrimp, seafood casserole and poached salmon, all quite freshly cooked. I could not have been more surprised, but will definitely go there again. Julia would have been so proud!

Anyway, getting back to knitting and the Stoney River socks. The cotton and the light blue-gray color are perfect for summer knitting. The color even reminds me of fish at a seafood market! And the bamboo needles are the right kind of summertime tool as well.

On Friday night after the wedding rehearsal, I gave the June Bug wrap to my new daughter in law for a wedding present.
(blocked and dry)
I guess it wasn’t that big of a secret, but I tried my best not to knit on it out when she was around. She and my son are on their honeymoon now; a cruise to the Caribbean. I thought since the wrap was silk and white, she might be able to use it as a light shawl with a sundress.
She made a beautiful bride and is quite a lady. I was so proud of her last week, for keeping high standards when some friends really hurt her feelings. She maintained dignity and never let on how she felt. And with many friends and family members vying for answers to countless questions prior to the wedding, she kept her cool and was the picture of femininity. Only in the confines of our kitchen did she shed her little tears of frustration. God bless her!

As I took today off to regroup from the company and the obligations of last week, I made time to card some wool.
I haven’t spun in a while and I miss it. I will be going to Spinning Group on Friday and I really want to take something to spin. What a treasure to have boxes of wool in the garage, ready for my hot little hands to grasp!

Life

The last week has been a bit of a blur with my son's wedding. Company in from out of town, places to go, things to do, and of course the obligatory computer crash. Yes, my computer crashed on Saturday afternoon, so I cannot post much in the way of pictures. We had to install a new operating system so I have effectively lost all of my address book, emails, bookmarks and pretty much anything that was saved to my desktop or hard drive in the last three or four years. My husband has high hopes that he can get it all back for me, so we will see.

With all the media we are so dependent on, I have become painfully aware that whether I like it or not, I am hooked. I am reading a new book by Nicholas Carr that addresses this topic. I do love computers and the internet, but I also love audio books and paper books and my kindle. And like the mouse in Who Moved My Cheese, I usually just re-route my habits for a while when things like these happen. I've said before, be ready to embrace Plan B. (as in, Be Flexible!)

We'll be driving to NC and back tomorrow to take my father in law home. I plan to make progress (finish) Stoney River sock #2 on the drive. My parents left this morning and we had a wonderful visit, catching up and hearing new stories of days gone by. Family visits are always an encouragement to me, and the celebration of my son's marriage made it extra special... I cannot express how blessed I feel. Full and rich!


Next week I will be working all week and am taking advantage of my last week of 'freedom'. Today will be laundry and house cleaning post-party. Boxes of stuff are all around and things need to be put away as well.

Couldn't get it right

I said I was going to do it and I did. I got out that little rigid heddle loom and went for it.
There are tons (okay not literally but you get the idea) of little hanks of wool and wool blends in my stash in the garage. This little bit is linen and hemp, I think. Maybe the only one. The warp is cotton so the weft really needed to be hard as well. Anything too soft could have sent me running if it proved to be too tricky.

I'm really pleased with what I've done so far, and that's saying a lot. I am pretty hard on myself and do not like to attempt things if I don't think I'll succeed. I figure there are lots of people who do things well and I don't have to corner the market on everything. I hope I can find a few things in this world that I do well. Let all the other stuff get done by people who are really good those things!

The Stoney River heel stitches are picked up and ready to knit.
I hope to take this with me today as I have a date with my daughter and future daughter in law to get our nails done for the wedding. If I get a pedicure instead, I can knit while they're doing my toes! (I am not a pedicure kinda girl, by the way, so all you therapists out there should be proud - getting outside my safe/comfort zone!)

And here's a To-Do list project I hope to do later this summer.
This chair was prepped by a kitty cat with claws like a velociraptor, surely. But.. with a little TLC and some new fabric, I hope to bring this dainty little chair back to the future.
Rip off the old fabric, clean well and sew slipcover. Easy, right?

I feel like a heel

It's been really busy but yesterday afternoon I spent some good quality time with my socks. I had forgotten which heel I used on the first sock so the second sock may be a fraternal or identical twin. I felt sure it was a slipped stitch heel, with short rows. I found my instruction book and went for it. So excited. Even if it wasn't exactly like the first, the second would be pretty darn close.
Then, of course the inevitable other shoe (or sock) dropped.
I had been holding them together in my lap while knitting but clearly I started the heel flap way, way too soon. There's at least a quarter to a half inch difference in the leg length! Good night!

Now I must decide if I'm gonna go for perfection or let it ride. Frog the heel, or not?

But first, I have to do some minor repairs to my daughter in law's wedding dress today, alter my dress for the wedding, and my daughter's. ( I think I need to actually buy shoes; cha-ching.) We have to get some mulch for the yard and trim hedges, etc. Phone calls and emails gotta get done today, really. So much to be done that I hate the socks will just have to wait for the next quiet moment.

The wedding is Saturday and rehearsal dinner is Friday night. ( I have officially begun waking up in the middle of the night again, rehearsing all of it over and over again, mentally!)

But we had a blast last night watching fireworks in our neighborhood. Even though it's illegal in the town of Spring Hill and nearby Franklin, you'd never know it. There were more fireworks than I've seen in a very long time, and very impressive!! They lasted for hours, an incredible display of American spirit. My husband said I looked like a six year old, giddy as the little kids next door, I suppose. God bless America.