Knitting

Presto Chango, FO Friday and Divaliciousness


OFF THE NEEDLES

Here’s Babymama modeling the (reversible) Hilton Field Cowl and doesn’t she wear it well?

and flipped

I think it turned out rather well, it being my first colorwork project.

ON THE NEEDLES

My Le Miz wrap is currently in time out, mostly because of unnoticed dropped stitches, leading to an incorrect number of stitches, which were finally noticed by yours truly when she decided, just for giggles, to do a quick stitch count.   FYI, if you’re going to do a project that incorporates purposely dropped stitches into the pattern, you must be extremely vigilant in counting stitches, since a huge mistake has the ability to look like a perfectly knit pattern row.  Dang.  Life goes on.  Sigh.

THE GRANDS

In the solo spotlight today is Babydiva, who is already talking a blue streak at the tender age of 20 months and definitely knows her own mind, thank you very much.

Workin’ those baby blues!

I’m linking today with Tami’s blog and Frontier Dreams.  Check them out for the best inspiration around.

Good fortune is what happens when opportunity meets with planning.  Thomas Edison

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Lost and Found


FOUND!

Remember the set of Knitpicks cables I lost a few weeks ago?  They’re found now – right where I left them, in a interchangeable pocket thing I had whipped up on the sewing machine and was “test driving”.  Oh, of course, they were found a day AFTER the new cables I had given up and ordered arrived, but that’s about par for the course, I think.  Glad to have them back, no matter what!

SPIN CYCLE

Since my last post, this:

has transformed into this:

I’m thinking shawlette, maybe Hitchhiker, but haven’t made a final decision.  Suggestions welcome.

In every man’s heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty.  Christopher Darlington Morley

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Short and Sweet


I’M BACK

With such a difficult week last week, I’ve let my blog slide and I can tell.  I’ve missed blogging and reading other’s blogs.  It’s good to be back.

GOING POTTY

Again, with all that’s gone on the last couple of weeks, I totally forgot to show off my first photoworthy wheel thrown pots.  So, without further ado, here they are.

Today’s a pottery class day.  Hopefully, I’ll have something to show off by the end of class – if I can remember to take a picture!

We are what we repeatedly do.  Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.  Aristotle

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Knitting

Release for Mom, Relief for Us


FINISH

We buried my mom yesterday in the family plot in Batesville and I think we all heaved a secret sigh of relief to have it over and done with.  Now comes the getting used to part, the part where there’s no more extra laundry, no more nursing home visits, no more knots in the pit of my stomach when the caller ID on my phone says Nursing Home.  I miss my mom, but dementia took her away long before yesterday.

Moving on……

ON THE NEEDLES

One Christmas project finished, another ready to begin and I’m feverishly trying to finish my Hilton Field Cowl.  Check this out, my first colorwork knitting that’s not stripes –

YESTERDAY’S BEST THING

The weather was beautiful, cool and sunny and I got to take a walk with the Papoose in a quiet, pretty place, her talking my ear off, giggling, giving the hand she was holding lots of kisses and saying I love you.  That’s the best thing.

The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.  Henry Miller

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This Is A Tough One


If you’ve been following my blog for a while, you know that my mom has suffered from dementia for several years.  It’s not something I blog about usually, mostly due to my mom’s extremely private nature, but also because my blog is one of my “happy places” and nothing about dementia is happy.  At times, it’s funny  because sometimes, all you can do is laugh, but it’s more often heartbreaking to see a loved one slip away, but continue to be present in body.  That being said; my mom passed away early yesterday morning from her disease.   I’ll miss my mother, even though at times we had a “prickly” relationship, but I like to think that in recent years both of us had mellowed and were able to enjoy each others company more often than not.

Again, I’ll miss my mom, but truly, her death was a release and a relief.

I love you, Mom.  R.I.P.

Life is an adventure in forgiveness.  Norman Cousins

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WIP Wednesday 10/09/13


ON THE NEEDLES

Christmas knitting is going like gangbusters.  One more evening of knitting on this particular project should wrap it up.

Les Miz scarf/shawl is moving right along, although when I took it outdoors for a picture I noticed that somehow one of the needles has pulled out, so that will be today’s Les Miz knitting.

Yesterday was a day of galloping startitis, so I caved and started Hilton Field Cowl, designed by Kate Gagnon Osborn, in a book called November Knits .  I’m using Cascade 220 that I found in the sale bin at Yarn Mart, in the colors I love.  Does it get any better than sale yarn in favorite colors?  I don’t think so.

ON THE BOBBIN

This

is in the process of becoming

this

Merino from Diamond B Sheep in Greenwood, Arkansas

Linking up with Tami’s WIPW blog and Frontier Dreams.  Visit them for inspiration overload.

Bite off more than you can chew, then chew it.  Ella Williams

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Phestival Phun, Phorget The Photos, If I Were a Knitpicks Cable


WHAT I DID AND WHAT I DIDN’T DO

Remember all the photos I promised of the Fiber Festival?  Didn’t.Take.One.  As a matter of fact, my camera didn’t even make it to the festival.  That’s right, after being obsessive about making sure I had the camera, it never even made it to the festivities.  I remembered it about the time we pulled into the parking lot.  I suppose I could have pressed Mr. Iknead into going back and getting it, but the festival and the camera were about 20 miles apart and I just didn’t have the heart to ask him to go back and get on that cold and rainy morning.  But……..

MY PHESTIVAL TAKE AWAY

Prepare to be awed:

This, my friends, is a bag of beautiful baby alpaca.  It feels like buttah.

It’s from Whirlwind Ranch in Lebanon, Missouri and cries out to be fondled.

Here we have “Raspberry Ice”, domestic wool top from

Diamond B Sheep Farm of Greenwood Arkansas

More from the Diamond B – 100% merino, just waiting to become someone’s favorite socks.

More Diamond B merino, which hasn’t decided yet what it should be, given the amazing possibilities.

A wool, Angelina, silk noil and faux cashmere batt from you know where.

Can you see the little sparklies?  I learned that those are called Angelina.

A wool, Tussah silk and bamboo batt, from my favorite Arkansas sheep farm.

All this fiber and I stayed within my budget (give or take about five bucks).  This should keep Violet and me spinning for a while!

IF I WERE A KNITPICKS INTERCHANGEABLE CABLE

Where would I be?  All I know is that all my lovely interchangeable cables are missing and I’ve pretty much exhausted all possible hiding places.  I’ve looked in every bag, basket and drawer in the knitting room, I’ve called my housekeeper, I’ve called Bigmommy and even enlisted St. Anthony.  No cables.  They may have been abducted by aliens, since I’ve ruled out someone breaking into my house, sneaking into the knitting room and taking off with a ziplock bag of cables.  Sigh.  They’re sure to turn up now, since I ordered a new set last night.  Sigh.

 Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced.  James Baldwin

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