It still hurts to pull off a band aid

I honestly thought that when I grew up, things would forever change.  That I would never have another pimple, that I would handle everything "like a grown up", and that somehow the things that hurt as a kid, would not hurt when I was older.  Fail. Wrong. Simply put, it still hurts to pull off a band aid, no matter how old you are.  Hurt is hurt, pain is pain.

My parents are at that age where they are facing decisions regarding the care of aging loved ones.  There are no easy answers and I'm sure that whatever choices are made, someone will feel hurt.  It doesn't quit just because you're getting old.

I went to the eye doctor this week.  He told my that my eyes were normal, and going bad because of my age.  Pooh!  I didn't want to hear that!  I wanted to hear that my eyes are extraordinary and strong and unbelievably good for someone my age.   It just seems that everywhere I look, it's staring me in the face.  I'm aging and so are those around me.  It's inevitable.

Which brings me to my latest knitting project.

 I picked the yarns last weekend and knitted a few rows of what I'm going to call Seraphine.  I saw a movie about the painter; she was a housekeeper with enormous natural artistic ability.   You can't tell how old she is by her paintings, and they are lovely!  They are ageless, even though she was at least middle aged when she was discovered as an artist.
I read in the Bible today that he who exalts himself will be humbled, and he who humbles himself will be exalted. I believe that. 

See what I mean ?

Yes, today the air feels much more like fall.  The colors of the leaves have started to change weeks ago, and many of our trees already have a little dusting of leaves on the ground below.

So today it just felt right to go outside this morning and it not feel hot and desert like.  It was 'comfortable'!  Woo hoo for the little things!

As I looked at the little tree above it totally confirmed the colors I had picked this morning for my mom's scarf.

 

The orange would be a nice complement, but it would greatly diminish the scarf's ability to go with lots of outfits.  Since I had dyed the coral wool a few weeks ago, it actually looked cute with the tan and green and yellow.  Very fall.  But I'm sticking with the subtle colors I've got.  There should be plenty left over and they might make a great pair of argyle socks. Who knows?

My kids and their spouses spent the night last night and it felt like Christmas around here.  It was downright rowdy in the kitchen with all of us talking at once as each pair arrived with their bags in hand.  Snacks on the bar, dinner ready for the grill, we thoroughly had a fun evening.   Somehow, no matter how bad your week may have been, seeing the faces of people you love, and hearing their voices can take away a world of pain.

Felonies and Misdemeanors

Every day I do good things and bad things. I like to downplay the bad things, like getting a Mocha two days in a row or speeding (ten mph above the limit). I guess you could call these misdemeanors. The felonies are things God knows about, and probably my husband, since he's around me a lot. I don't want to talk about the felonies because I'm not proud, but they would mostly have to do with things I say, in particular about other people.
"Are they blind?"
" Can't they see......?"
I find myself rehearsing the flaws of others and wishing there was some accountability in the world. And I'm sure there is, but sometimes it just doesn't seem like it, so I figure if I say it out loud enough, somebody will hear. Wishful thinking.
So goes my felony convictions. They are many.

Now for the good things I do. Although I did not walk any old ladies across the street today, I did finish the DYFLWD socks. At least up to the toe closing which will involve the dreaded Kitchener stitch. Ugh.

I think they turned out right cute, to quote Gomer Pyle. I will close the toes in a few days.

And then I will pick out some yarn to start my Mom's Christmas scarf. That's what she wants and that's what she'll get. It won't look like a Where's Waldo scarf, but it will have some hint of color change, be it ever so subtle. Since she lives at the beach, it will most likely be worn around late January on the outside of her winter coat, on a day that the temps get down to 40 degrees. It feels like cold weather is a long, long ways away. I think the temps here in Tennessee are still in the mid nineties this week. I guess it will make the fall all the more special!

Laguna Beach

I finished the first skein of the gradient blue yarns. The color was all blue with no white.
Then I carded second batch (3:1) in a loosely blended way. I wanted to the color to bleed into the neighboring colors.
The spinning gave it a beautiful beach-y look and totally reminded me of some yarn I bought in Laguna Beach years ago. I could only afford one skein so I made an iPod cover and this little sweater for my Smitty.

Every day lately is getting prettier and prettier. I would love to be at Laguna Beach today but that will have to wait. I got away for a day or so,this weekend with my hubby. We were able to see Mindy Smith at a club in a nearby town. She's a singer who is mostly know for her remake of the Dolly Parton song Jolene. Mindy's a mighty good singer and very witty on stage. I was impressed.
Anyway, I'm off to fix some lunch and head out to a meeting later this afternoon. Long day tomorrow so I'm enjoying this one before it gets away!

Where you been?

When my husband picked up the dry cleaning today, the Asian lady who owns the business asked him, "Where you been?". We used to bring a bag full of dry cleaning at least every other week before I left my old job.My husband told the lady that I didn't work in an office anymore so we didn't need to come by as often. The lady said they were struggling as a business and didn't know where their regular customers were. It made me kind of sad, as they have been so good to us, giving us lots of discounts and always very good service. I pray things improve for them!

In my garden last week, I got a little snapshot of the late summer blooms. At the bottom of the photo are some Forget-Me-Nots that I planted from seed last spring. They do really well with a lot of water. I love the shade of blue; its very close to this wool I spun. This is the darkest shade from the four batches I weighed out.

I do love to spin, but am usually pretty tired when I come home. Hot baths and knitting on the couch seem to be the best I can do right now.

This is the DYFLWD sock #2 with the heel completed and the instep begun. Its small and easy to knit at this point, with most of the effort being put into measuring where the color changes will end up.
We're going out of town soon and I want to take it with me, but I'm pretty sure I won't get to it while I'm away. I've got a new book on my kindle and its gonna have to do. My suitcase will not miss the sock, I'm sure!

I'm ready for a little R & R, fun, party time, etc. The lady I work for is a joy to be around. The girl I answer to, for the most part, is very different altogether. She makes for a very hostile work environment. When she gets in trouble, she takes it out on us. When she feels confident, she gets bossy. When she doesn't feel like working, she always seems to have some reason why we'll have to just pick up the slack 'cause she's busy with something (we're aren't privileged enough to be in on), or she just disappears altogether. And the rules seem to change depending on who's watching. There is never, ever a compliment paid on a job well done, and taking a break is frowned on. Getting a drink of water, which is the most refreshment allowed, must happen quickly and with as little fanfare as possible. All in all, no one wants to be around her and she seems oblivious to this. I guess she's awfully important and being liked or respected by your staff or co-workers is entirely over-rated.

Gradient on the Curve

In the summer issue of Spin Off, which you've probably already got if you're a knitter and reading this blog, is this terrific series of projects that come from one lacy hat pattern. One in particular has caught my eye and inspired me with my carding.


The dye-job I did last week with the white wool (peacock and coral) seemed like a great opportunity to try this technique out.
It all comes down to weights and proportions. Using my handy-dandy high school math skills which I brushed up on while homeschooling my own two kids through high school, I determined ratios for color.
There are approximately 2 ounces of each bagful with the ratios being 4:0, 3:1, 2:2, and 1:3. Four shades of blue. No white. I did not want the top of the hat to be white. I figure most people grab their hat from the top and that would mean the top of the hat would get dingy pretty fast.


Don't these clouds look like my batches of wool? I love the little bird in the bottom of this photo. I took this last night before a storm blew through. It was actually not much of a storm after all.
This week has been like that every day. Even emotionally, every day my husband and I prepared for storms when we went out for the day, and each day came home relieved that there was less drama than we anticipated. But it makes for a tense way to live.

One drama that did come about was on Thursday. I was babysitting and looked out the back window of the house where I was, and noticed that one of the bushes was on fire. Or at least smoking in several places. At first I thought someone had thrown a cigarette in the grass, but there's no way anyone could have gotten back there. The burning spot was near a large waterfall water feature. It had to be the motor burning up, I thought.
I poured several pitchers of water on the smoldering bush and by the time mommy got home, things were under control.

The lady of the house spoke with her husband later, who was out of town and I felt really bad for her. She's pregnant and already a little emotional. They're preparing to move to their other home for several months where her husband works, so she's got a lot on her mind. And he was very busy Thursday night so it felt like a lot of drama. I was glad to get home that night, and like the storm that never really surfaced yesterday, things turned out okay after all.

In Living Color

After a strange go with my garden this year, this is what I've ended up with. Two acorn squashes and an anemone looking flower growing on a vine I thought was poison ivy.

I'm so very thankful, so don't get me wrong. It's just that I've harvested pretty much nothing from anything I've planted and quite a bit from things I had nothing to do with. So does this mean I don't have a green thumb? Just asking.

I dyed this wool a weekend ago and since it's already dark outside due to an impending storm, my camera is having a very hard time capturing the color correctly. It's a Nikon camera, but not the kodachrome film Paul Simon sang about; just digital.


Today was a fun and interesting day, and yes, I still came home very tired. I babysat for an NFL football player. Now I am ready to have a go at the Macy's Gray blanket tonight. I worked on the yellow cuff of the DYFLWD sock #2 while the baby napped today. So far so good.

Fall Stash

I'm eating leftover chicken soup and knowing that there will be a lot more chicken soup in the months ahead. Fall is nearly here and today has been super lovely. So lovely that this morning, I cleaned up the floor of my knitting area in the garage and stashed my stash!
It always feels like I have so much more, but really, that's all there is. I have some undyed fleece(s), and a little dyed wool yet to be carded.

Which brings me to the reason for all this stash. The reason for the spinning is the knitting.

The Macy's Gray blanket is still in progress, but I've also made great strides (no pun intended) on the DYFLWD socks.

My son and DIL came over last night and left today for Chattanooga. I'm so glad they came; it was impromptu but easily a very fun time. We're all watching cooking shows of late so we watched a Julia Child video that was hilarious. I love her!


We had breakfast here on the table this morning and I just had to share the little "leftovers" runner I made on my loom last year. And the apples are from my apple tree!!

Fall is coming soon, I tell you, so just get ready.

Shower the People

Watching a James Taylor concert video with my husband, and listening to the gentle music, beautiful melodies and charming jokes, it reminded me of years ago when my husband worked for a music company that would send us on retreats every year with the other songwriters. There was such mutual respect and admiration. Never a selfish word was uttered, and everyone always deferred to the others' judgment; lots and lots of laughs, friendly chatter and encouragement. There were people from all over the world and you've never met a more talented group of people. Any little kicking around of a tune led to the most beautiful music, effortlessly.

You can see that James Taylor is like that. Comfortable in his own skin, never belittling or demeaning others. He just is. The world really, really needs more people like that.

Well, anyway, I promised to share my progress on the DYFLWD* socks so here you go!
The cuff portion is about as long as the foot portion, unfolded of course. The heel has some silk and angora and is knit on needles two sizes smaller, for sturdiness.

I did some dyeing over the weekend and will post those pictures soon. The colors are really bright and vivid; just the thing to cheer you up if you need it. They're almost kool-aid colors, though I bought them from Cushing.

And I got the new Spin Off recently, and its got a great article on spinning wool with a Tahkli spindle.

When I get home in the afternoons now, I am free to spend a little time knitting, spinning or working in the garden. What a welcome change from before! And now that the weather is cooling off a bit, I am even more inspired to do some weeding and re-planting (that means moving plants that just didn't work in their current location).
P.S. I have a random acorn squash plant that's got two squashes on it right now!

* DYFLWD - do you feel like we do?

Last days of summer

My sister emailed me the other day and she said she would love to have some socks for Christmas. I will tell you there was only a slight puff of smoke left in the room as I broke land speed records getting to the garage to start picking out yarn. Making a decision on what color and type of yarn to knit proved more difficult than my mad dash to the yarn bins.

I have spent days trying to find inspiration for this pair of socks and I finally found it this morning. I woke up early and decided to have one more try at it. I looked at an old Mary Englebreit calendar that was on the shelf and knew that was it. I had all the right colors to start the socks and only needed to make a swatch to determine the stitches per inch (SPI).

I wound the hanks into center pull balls and began to do the calculations once I'd made the swatch.

I have a great sock calculator that takes all the numerical information and formulates your cast on, distances, etc. (When I lived near Asheville, I took a sock knitting class that has paid for itself countless times! )

So, I want these socks to turn out right and my sister and I have about the same size foot; her's is a 6 1/2 and I wear a 7, but it's close enough. So I measured my ankle, foot and the swatch, plugged in the numbers and filled in the blanks.

I've started with a 2x2 rib and will continue all the way to the heel flap. Then I'll switch to plain stockinette. Hopefully by Tuesday night I'll have some decent progress photos to share. I'm so excited!!!

History lesson

My son got the photographs from his wedding a little over a week ago and I've looked them over a few times; there are so many that it takes a while to really look at them closely. His bride is absolutely lovely and there are a few precious photos of our family, all together. I realized how spread out and extended our family has become and how much things change over the years.

I was just looking at the photos from my original Smitten with Knittin blog; I thought I'd share them - they are from October 2004.
The top photo is a pair of fair isle mittens that didn't quite turn out the way I'd planned, but they were used that winter! The second is a felted purse (my first try) from the Booga Bag fame.

I found a couple of photos of my Two Year Old's Sunday school class from around that time and realized that these kids are now in elementary school and I probably wouldn't recognize them.



I had my favorites and the little blond in the back was one of them. She was such a cutie! My daughter took these photos; she was helping me teach the class in those days and will be a wonderful mom someday, I'm sure. I think that little girl reminded me of my daughter when she was two. Hair like peach fuzz and skin so white it was almost translucent. My daughter is all grown up and married now. She's had a pretty tough week and its been really hard to listen to her cry over the phone and not be able to hug her and dry her tears like I used to.
I'm thankful she has a wonderful husband who loves her dearly and can hug her for me.
I also found some pictures of a trip she and I took to Boston the year she graduated.

We had a blast and experienced an adventure I'll never forget - subways and trains and US history out the wazoo! Like I said in the last post, I'm very rich indeed.

Dragonfly Summer

If you didn't do much this summer, I'll bet its not because you didn't have the chance. It seemed like there was more going on in the last few months than I can recall in many recent years.
I was sitting at the LAX airport on Thursday and thinking of my connecting flight, and the previous connection I had made on Monday, and then counted all the cities I've been in or through in the last few months. I realized how blessed I am to have been so many places. I live a rich life, that's sure. I am not rich with earthly wealth, though. I've never once flown first class on a plane, I only today, for the first time have had a fridge with ice/water in the door. I've never paid $100 for a pair of shoes and have never owned a laptop computer. But I feel rich all the same. I want for nothing, and am rich with family who love me and I love them. Now there is true wealth.

My husband's aunt lost her mother to cancer this month and asked if he would be willing to do the funeral, since he is an ordained minister and, of course, family.
They took care of the details and we arrived on Monday afternoon to see family members preparing to say goodbye to Grandma Ina. She was loved by many and left a great hole in her absence. Her husband's family was wealthy by earthly standards, but she was a very wealthy woman by another standard. She cared deeply for all those around her. She was a joyous, mischievous person who lived life fully, to the very end. What a legacy; I hope to do the same.

I enjoyed myself while in CA, and without delay, I found a Starbucks more than once.




My husband took me to IKEA, and I got the famous dish towels.

I enjoyed the warm weather and got reacquainted with lots of relatives while there. The flowers are always beautiful and the people are always genuine. My husband remarked that he hated to leave, and I believe him.

There is a special place in our hearts for family out west.

Beginning and the End

They used to say all good things must come to an end. We are all trying desperately to make all those good things keep on working well past their prime. Our bodies can only do so much and can only look young for so long. At some point the Bible says to give up for lost that which is lost.
I can testify to that, with last night being a great example. When we get a little older, our bodies want to turn in a little earlier than they used to. Staying up till eleven o'clock might have been an option as a teenager, but for me today, there's no way.
Many of our knitting projects must also come to an end , no matter how we feel about them. I put the Stoney River socks away when it was time to do the kitchener stitch closing of the second toe. I was tired of doing it and kept putting off the inevitable.
Well, today I did it. I picked up those socks, grabbed a darning needle and 'closed the book' so to speak. They're done!


And I picked up an almost identical ball of yarn that I had in my stash that just seemed to be perfect for knitting with those size 2 DPNs! I had a request several weeks ago so I just may get a head start on those tomorrow.

Still working on the gray throw, but I'm in the homestretch. The rows are so long now, it's like running around the football field in P.E. - you feel like it will never end! But I know better. All good things must come to an end.
I plan to make some kind of crochet edging that resembles a scallop, just to brighten it up. I could also do a fringe, which I haven't done in years. What do you think? Too seventies?
Then it might look like a dull poncho.....but at least it would be done sooner, right?

My husband and I will be going to a funeral this week. A close relative of my husband's aunt's has gone to be with the Lord. I know that this person's life was very special and they were loved by many, many people. A passing such as this is never easy, but when a life was lived to the fullest, and there seem to be no regrets, you can't help but exhale, knowing they are in a truly better place.