Thirty-One

Happy Halloween!  

 

Thirty

I received a lovely surprise birthday gift of yarn and the Fall issue of Interweave Knits.  I have been smiling all day just thinking about the name of this colorway.   

Twenty-Nine

I guess it all started with what I thought was an innocuous comment a couple of months ago.  We were talking about upcoming family gatherings.  What is something of a troublesome spot is whether to have the football game on the television or not.  I fall firmly on the not side of things for many reasons.  My birthday begins a cluster of birthdays (mine, a brother-in-law, a niece, a sister-in-law) that occur in the space of ten days, so we usually just have one party.  Anyway, when I joked that there should be no football because it would also be my SuperSpeshulMagicPrincess40thBirthday, I accidentally set something in motion.  My birthday celebration became its own separate party, people decided the details should be a surprise for me, and it just kept growing, with secret Pinterest boards and everything, apparently.  

I only wish my photography skills were up to capturing the wonderful job they did.  We had a great time, and I'm keeping the decorations up at least until the end of the week. 

       
 

Twenty-Eight

Well, I think my lace plan can proceed.  I just need to figure out where I was in the pattern.  It is probably too much to hope that I took notes. 

Twenty-Seven

From time to time I begin to form knitting plans that involve knitting many of one thing or something for several people.  I do not always follow through with the plan.  This is the start of one of those ideas.  I'm not quite sure about it, but I probably need to knit at least one more or sleep before I think about deciding.  Also, it isn't anything I need to figure out any time soon, so that relieves pressure, too.   

Twenty-Six

Choosing a gift for an in-law you do not live nearby or spend much time around can be a challenge.  My birthday gift from my sister-in-law arrived, and she chose well.   

Twenty-Five

The replacement knit for the donuts may be here.  What do you think about pigs with wigs?

   

Twenty-Four

Our former neighbors called us a few days ago to alert me to an estate sale nearby they thought would interest me.  I could see some weaving looms and coned yarn in the photos, so I decided to have a look this morning.  Some things I was interested in checking out were already gone.  There was still an enormous Harrisville Designs million (or maybe just ten--counting is hard) treadle floor loom.  Even if I thought I really wanted it, it is out of my budget and is enormous.  

I came across a binder of lesson plans for teaching weaving.  I believe I spotted the name of someone I know in the class list from 20-25 years ago.  I found several large boxes of loom waste.  I chuckled to myself about that feeling of being unable to throw away yarn like that, knowing it is useless but convincing yourself it is good and you will figure out something for it.  I don't think anyone else knew what I was talking about, but I was able to identify what they had in those boxes.  I saw a bee smoker, at least five children's sewing machines, and the same bathtub toy kayak my older brother used to own.  

So, with such bountiful treasures, you're probably wondering how I got it all home, eh?  Well, I managed to limit my purchases to a few things that fit in a Rubbermaid shoebox.  I think I found a few useful treasures. 

             

Twenty-Three

 
I just can't seem to help myself.  Before I had finished the first donut I had already started to think about the next one.  By the time I cast on for the second, I already had plans for the third.  The most challenging part of making these is stuffing them.  It takes a lot more fluff than I would have guessed.  I'm sure something else will capture my attention long before I knit a dozen, but for now, I am having fun. 

Twenty-Two

Nobody tells me anything.  How many times have we thought or heard that?  I find myself in a bit of a pile of that lately.  However, I am not really bothered by it.  If I need to know, I will find out eventually, and if people need for me to know sooner, it is their responsibility to tell me.  Truly, though, it is not about me, and there are good reasons why I am not always in the loop.  

For example, sometimes there are secret plans for parties.  My sister has had a growing need to transform our very informal family gatherings into something more elaborate, and she has taken my upcoming birthday as the perfect opportunity to charge full speed ahead.  Nevermind that she is recovering from surgery, feeling tremendous stress in most areas of life, and now warring with her partner in crime for the party.  No let's just forget about that.  All I need to know is that she requires I vacate my home four hours prior to the festivities.  She needs me to come to her house to watch her children.  During this time we are to somehow persuade the toddlers to take naps.  But really, what does she have planned that takes four hours?  I might be a little scared.  

At least I have knitting to calm myself.  And that brings up another reason for secrecy.  I am going to be working on a little bit of sooper-seekrit knitting.  Operating this enormously popular blog means that I must assume that the recipients of these planned projects are reading this and every entry, and therefore, I must keep quiet about the progress.  So, here you go, some yarn that will be part of one of the gifts.  We'll all just have to endure the mystery and intrigue for a bit.  I make no promises not to hint at or blog vaguely about them, but it isn't like I have actual blogging plans.  Shocking, I know.     

Twenty-One

Knitting this would have been much faster if I hadn't had so much help.  I wish I could have captured a photo of my nephew helping me with the process.  He was lying on the couch next to me with his legs in the air and the yarn running between his toes.  To his credit, he did not create a tangled mess, only a small mess. 

Twenty

Well, I am still not quite sure what I will do with this, but learning something new is always good. 

Nineteen

Today I was amazingly productive.  I even managed to locate the pencil box of dpns.  In case you were curious, they were in a box that I walked past countless times.  Anyway, most of my productivity is particularly boring, but it is a good feeling to have those things out of the way.  It let me relax and enjoy knitting time, and allowed me to be productive with that, too.  I finished my qiviut cowl.  I think I like it.  It is still drying, but I can already tell that its dip in the bath made a difference.  Knitting with the yarn did not impress me much.  It was not unpleasant, but just did not seem very special.  It already feels softer and squishier, but I will have to wait for it to dry to know more. 

Eighteen

 
The general consensus for the qiviut yarn was a cowl, so next it was over to Rav to choose a pattern.  After a time, I finally settled on a pattern called Ziyal, and has smocked stitches.  I think this works, and hope my Monday allows me the time to finish it.   

Seventeen

Once upon a time, maybe about six months ago, there was a bit of enabling.  I saw an interesting Kickstarter campaign, was feeling rather lousy, a bit of encouragement from Bruce, and then I promptly forgot about it until summer when there was a project update.  Still, the incentive was not to arrive for a bit, so it flitted back out of my brain.  Then, the updates were more frequent, and soon the shipping had begun.  I checked in on the Rav group to read first impressions and troubleshooting.  I began to get a little excited, but mine was to be in the last shipment.  Then life got in the way, but I look forward to getting to know my Electric Eel Wheel.  I have spent a little bit of time trying it out, but there might need to be a bit of sanding here and there.  Getting right with the tension might take some time.  Reading what other people have found helpful has been good.  I just need to spend some time working on it and with it.  

Sixteen

This evening it became even more apparent to me that I need to spend some time working in the craft room.  I wasted way too much time trying to locate my pencil box of dpns, and never achieved success.  I thought picking out the yarn was going to be the tough part, but I was wrong.  Eventually I decided to give up the search for the night because I just kept retracing my steps.  For a brief moment I tried to think of someone to blame for my predicament, but I am the only person to go in that room.  I still think there is a good chance that the box is hiding in plain sight, but that is really just more reason to walk away for now.  

Well, I am still waiting to see if my lace plans will work, so I do not want to start anything big.  I came across a special skein of yarn, and now I am trying to figure out which pattern to knit.  This is the prize my mom brought back for me from her Big Alaskan Adventure.  I am thinking cowl or mitts, but I haven't figured anything out yet.  

Fifteen

Sometimes, even though it's only a tiny crescent moon, the best thing to do is throw back your head and howl.   

Fourteen

Once again, I have finished a shawl, and it feels like a success.  Why do I take breaks from lace?  Vlad is a nice, easy knit.  I may have plans for my next lace already, but there is a bit of an obstacle in the way.  I will try and take care of it soon, and hope it works.  I know you're all waiting anxiously.  

I hope you're sitting down for this.  I managed to get this in the post already.  I did not procrastinate with hopes of getting better photos.  I did not agonize over writing the right note to accompany it.  You know, getting the note right is what holds up many of my packages and emails.  I try to get it just perfect and become overwhelmed.  It is a bit ridiculous, and I am not very successful in my battles against it.  Anyway, I just jotted down a quick note, packaged it up, and got it out to the post office when I went out on cat duty today.  And while I'm on a roll letting you know how impressive I am, I'll just tell you that I also got Springtime Bandit packaged up and sent on its way, too.   

So, I am hoping for doing as little as possible tomorrow.  I think we may have been rolled over by a tsunami of rude and selfish, but we are trying to give the benefit of the doubt and call it a series of clueless folks with poor communication skills.  We're just not up for translating it.  Let's just spread a big round of Bless Their Hearts all around.         

Thirteen

I know you were starting to think that it was going to be all knitting all the time around here.  Whaddya say we change it up a bit?  I bought a walking stick.  It has a light and a compass and is purple.  I'm getting a FitBit for my birthday later this month, so that and my new stick mean I will totally be taking walks all of the time, right? 

 
    

Twelve

The rain is falling, and so is Bruce's blood sugar.  It's a bit weird, but I suppose with everything else going on, it is not surprising that this is a bit wonky, too.  It does make things a bit more challenging.  He is using the electric carts in the stores so that he can handle being up and about for longer and go where he would like and it helps him to get it a bit more walking from going out on errands with me.  That is good, except for the part where he found a mimosa tree on clearance and it became the only thing he ever wanted.  So, I planted a tree today.  

The next 36 hours or so look to be fuller than I would like.  Next time we're in the hospital, we both ought to have checks to see where your backbones have gone.  Yeah, I'm willing to take part of the responsibility, but I will also say that other people could be more considerate, too.  I need to watch out because I am in danger of popping off at the next person who annoys me.  I think it is time to sit with the quiet and some relaxing essential oils and just breathe.  Never mind, I bought ice cream.  I will take time to take care of myself some other time.  Really, I just need to spend some time chilling like these two.