ON MY NEEDLES
My Gray Day sweater marches onward. I was super glad to finally be finished with the almost 12 inches of stockinette that had to be done before the cable portion began. I got down to business on the cabling and was pleasantly surprised at how quickly I caught on to the order of the cables and how clear and concise the directions were. If you look closely, you can see the beginning cables. 🔍🔎🔍🔎
The camera really doesn’t do this yarn justice. It’s not brown, but a soft, grayish purple. You can check out my pattern notes here.
After putting myself on a rather severe yarn diet I ran across these lovelies on Zulily. Both are from Zen Yarn Garden.
Anyone know about these? They were a bargain, but I’m not familiar with the brand.
FROM MY WHEEL
Working hard on getting the shape just right.
Still, sometimes accidents happen and the perfect pot loaded into the kiln……..
isn’t the perfect pot when unloaded. ☹️
The mind is everything. What you think you become. Buddha
I tried something different today — I ordered groceries online and picked them up later this afternoon. I may never enter the grocery store again! Truthfully, though, Mr. iknead does most of the grocery shopping and excels at it. But, today, Mr. iknead was otherwise occupied and my insomnia was making me feel like an extra from Night of the Living Dead so I decided to try it.
Wow. Why haven’t I done this before??? I went online, picked out what I wanted and chose a time for pick up. When it was time, I drove to the store, parked, let them know I was there and a nice person brought out my stuff, put it in the car and handed me my receipt. Oh, I almost forgot the next best thing – my groceries were in real brown paper bags. 😮 I despise those plastic things but can’t remember to take the reusable cloth ones. What makes me sound more like an old lady—loving paper bags or my inability to remember about the reusable kind?
The first three online orders are free, after that, there’s a $5.00 charge. Totally worth it in my book! Yep, I’m a fan!
I believe the true function of age is memory. I’m recording as fast as I can. Rita Mae Brown
I’m definitely stuck in summer mode. I keep saying to myself “this summer, I’m going to ____________________”, as if it weren’t already September, the grands weren’t all back in school and the fall activities weren’t gearing up and the summer activities weren’t winding down. Admittedly, it seemed that this particular summer was more hectic than usual with family togetherness, minor injuries (mostly mine) with my back reminding me off and on that I’m not as young as I used to be (really??). Ahhh, no real complaints here, just the impossibility of trying to fit a year’s worth of being together and a year’s worth of activities into a six to eight week time frame. FYI – Half our grandkids and their corresponding parents live in Thailand — Bangkok to be exact and can make a trip back to the U.S. once a year, hence the compressed time frame. The rest of the grands live locally – a good thing for a grandma who needs a grandkid fix every now and then.
Now, aren’t you just dying to see a photo of our little darlings???
Five granddaughters and one grandson!
l-r: Harper, Emma, Shepherd, Charlee, Annabelle and Susannah, the one who started it all!
IN MY STUDIO
I’m working on a series of small bottles that I’m enjoying a lot. I have no plan when I sit down to throw, I just let my hands do their own thing.
These are ready for their first firing in the next few days,
ON THE FIBER FRONT
These are some singles I spun up. I don’t feel like they are crying out to be plied so aftere a nice wash and wind, I think they’ll make nice socks for someone!
The best way to pay for a lovely moment is to enjoy it. Richard Bach
After taking what felt like the Grand Tour of Dallas and the surrounding area, I’m FINALLY home, safe and sound. This trip had a little something for everyone, lost luggage, missed connections, airport closings, stormy weather and about a thousand unhappy passengers, hoping against hope that their connecting flight was still on the ground, just waiting to be reboarded to take their passengers to their final destinations. Unfortunately, I was not part of this happy group, having missed my connecting flight home, giving me the privilege of spending the night at DFW and catching the first plane that was pointed in Little Rock’s direction. The stars aligned, I boarded the first plane out and was home within the hour.
After my spouse and my dog, I was most happy to see my pottery wheel and studio. After some breakfast and a nap, I spent some QT getting my hands back into clay and starting on a small project that had been percolating in the back of my mind for a while — a set of small bottles, all different, but glazed in a similar way. I haven’t even given much thought to how many I should throw or how many bottles will make a set.
Here’s a look at my project progress so far –
Last, but most certainly not least, I scored a couple of tickets to the Honorable Ruth Bader Ginsberg lecture/interview last evening and was so happy to have Cindy to go with. RBG was amazing and was sharp as a whole truckload of tacks. Don’t let the librarian bun and her super petite frame fool you, I don’t doubt that she can go toe to toe with any of the big, well fed (her words, not mine) male Justices that occupy the bench with her, leaving them in the dust and wondering what just happened.
I want her to stay on the bench forever!
Remember yesterday’s post, Departure Countdown? Well, it’s ongoing. Yep, 11:40 p.m., DFW, August 31, still not home. In a nutshell, due to an apparently horrific storm that closed down DFW, my flight from Hong Kong to Dallas was rerouted to Houston. Only problem was that since it was an international flight, no one and nothing could get off the plane. US Customs law. After a couple of hours, we were able to go on to DFW, where the unimaginably cumbersome customs procedure threw another curve ball, with flights cancelled, postponed and just overall screwed up. Throw in a hurricane that cancelled flights from the Florida region and there you’ve got it. No way, no how am I getting out of here until tomorrow morning, when I can check in to the new flight to LR at 4 a.m. and drop off my bags. Good thing I tend to pack everything including the kitchen sink for just these situations. I charged up everything that was chargeable last night, including my two power banks, I have my knitting and reading and listening materials coming out of my ears. I even put two pairs of clean unmentionables in my carry on – just in case! Got snacks too. 😁😁😁
ON MY NEEDLES
So far, the Ariel socks are playing nice, but they’ve been slow going. Things are looking up since I purchased a nice, bright headlamp at Decathlon, a store similar to Academy Sports. I actually was at Decathlon to get a new water bottle, which I did, but apparently the placement of impulse items is universal – right next to the cash register. That bit of extra light has made a big difference, I got through the first pattern repeat last night without problems.
I’m also working on a Leksak sweater, though I find the rows and rows of stockinette boring. It makes for great plane knitting, I’ll give it that.
ON THE WHEEL
Not a thing. While I’m in Bangkok, I have to be satisfied with surfing Pinterest and making endless lists in my head of glazes and techniques to try. That reminds me, I need to order clay. I’m thinking that if I order now, it will arrive in Little Rock about the same time I do.
Here are a few photos of Iconsiam, a new mall here in Bangkok that has a replica of a floating market on the bottom floor, with traditional Thai food and crafts vendors, most wearing traditional Thai clothing. Really, the photos don’t do it justice………..
FYI – This is an escalator!
Action is the foundational key to all success. Pablo Picasso
Bare Bones Recap – First leg to Dallas delayed an hour, turning a tight layover into a stranglehold of irritation which eventually gave way to panic and anger as we missed our connection to Hong Kong, stranding the five of us at DFW with literally the clothes we stood up in AND still short the…
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