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Thursday, May 22, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
May Cause Upset Stomach
Zippiknits asked about putting the partly knit shawl on a thread. Yes, I took it off the needles and placed it on a long piece of yarn. Not toooo scary, and I made only two, easily fixed boo boos in the process. But I had to do it. Not knowing how big it had become was driving me to crazy. (Crazy: Take exit 112)
The Azalea pattern is about the easiest lace pattern I've done. It is a twelve row repeat, and every other row is plain knit. Very sweet. And the six rows of pattern are so logical that I have not made any mistakes. That I know of. (Ms. Kinzel is known for her well-edited patterns.) There are 4 row patterns that I seem incapable of doing. But this? Piece o' cake. Really! Lace is not that hard, it just looks like it.
Bought a new weed eater this weekend and I took pictures of the pretty yard. Also took a snap of the barn. I looked for and found an actual photograph of the same barn from when we moved here, 1994.
We may not have fixed it up as much as I would like, but at least we have not let it deteriorate much.
Back then, the barn, and the back yard, contained so much junk and nasty stuff that we got $500 off the asking price because we said we'd deal with it. When I pulled a deer leg, old and dirty Pampers, and moldy bags of clothing out of a trash pile, I wished we had paid the extra money. My stomach is strong but some of this stuff was way past narsty.
The Azalea pattern is about the easiest lace pattern I've done. It is a twelve row repeat, and every other row is plain knit. Very sweet. And the six rows of pattern are so logical that I have not made any mistakes. That I know of. (Ms. Kinzel is known for her well-edited patterns.) There are 4 row patterns that I seem incapable of doing. But this? Piece o' cake. Really! Lace is not that hard, it just looks like it.
Bought a new weed eater this weekend and I took pictures of the pretty yard. Also took a snap of the barn. I looked for and found an actual photograph of the same barn from when we moved here, 1994.
We may not have fixed it up as much as I would like, but at least we have not let it deteriorate much.
Back then, the barn, and the back yard, contained so much junk and nasty stuff that we got $500 off the asking price because we said we'd deal with it. When I pulled a deer leg, old and dirty Pampers, and moldy bags of clothing out of a trash pile, I wished we had paid the extra money. My stomach is strong but some of this stuff was way past narsty.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Just Add Water
Knitting News! Yes, I do knit!
Finally placed the purple cashmere shawl on a thread, just to see how big (or small) it really is. Each morning, I am only able to complete two rows (or less) and I was despairing of ever completing the thing, let alone by August. State Fair Time, ya know. (The pattern is Azalea by Marianne Kinzel.)
So, I was happy to see a piece that measured almost four feet at its widest, in a quick pin out session on the bed. It looked so little while on the needles!
Now I know that I have plenty of yarn to finish and enough time that I can spare some mornings to work on socks. Yay!
It has been grey and damp here, but my window plants are loving it.
My former in-laws collected Hummell plates, as an investment, don't you know, and I secretly swore to never ever own anything Hummell made.
Then my dear friend Blue Acorn gifted me with this delightful pair of bunnies. Aren't they cute? They were marked, and I googled because she said they might be collectible, and - yep, they were made by a subsidiary of Hummell - early seventies. And I don't care. I love them!
Here is Hairy - or maybe Hairiette - in the back yard.
Finally placed the purple cashmere shawl on a thread, just to see how big (or small) it really is. Each morning, I am only able to complete two rows (or less) and I was despairing of ever completing the thing, let alone by August. State Fair Time, ya know. (The pattern is Azalea by Marianne Kinzel.)
So, I was happy to see a piece that measured almost four feet at its widest, in a quick pin out session on the bed. It looked so little while on the needles!
Now I know that I have plenty of yarn to finish and enough time that I can spare some mornings to work on socks. Yay!
It has been grey and damp here, but my window plants are loving it.
My former in-laws collected Hummell plates, as an investment, don't you know, and I secretly swore to never ever own anything Hummell made.
Then my dear friend Blue Acorn gifted me with this delightful pair of bunnies. Aren't they cute? They were marked, and I googled because she said they might be collectible, and - yep, they were made by a subsidiary of Hummell - early seventies. And I don't care. I love them!
Here is Hairy - or maybe Hairiette - in the back yard.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
May Cause Dizziness
This is a post I received about my blog entry yesterday. The author did not want to be identified. I had heard this sad tale before, and that is why I didn't call the law or make a huge fuss. I hate it, too - but life ain't fair and it often sucks. Great big donkey dicks.
"Once upon a time, I too believed that every dog deserved another chance to not be a bad guy and have his owner be responsible so he wouldn't kill and destroy.
I also thought that problems between neighbors could be solved. I was wrong then, and it cost me my best friend and riding coach, my peace of mind for months, the ill-will of several other neighbors and friends, and thousands of dollars in the sale of our house at the wrong time as we made an escape from the range war that was created.
I went to the neighbor who owned the dog [that killed my sheep], and when he refused to confine the dog and I got huffy, he began to threaten. Our attorney (another neighbor, by the way) said that was terroristic threatening, and I must not allow it, and should press charges. When I did, all the other neighbors stopped speaking to me, as "one simply didn't do that. Pressing charges against a neighbor goes too far." We eventually sold and moved, incurring large losses.
In the wake of that, I learned that bad as it sounds (and feels), you can't be fair to every dog.
It's not his fault, but just plain bad luck to end up with an irresponsible owner. Some dogs pay for that bad luck with their lives, as we now follow the 3-S rule, sometimes called the Kentucky rule, Shoot, Shovel, and Shut Up. If you've never complained, no one will suspect you, and no escalating feuds are started. This goes so against my grain it's not even funny, as I've always been a dog lover, a proponent of the fair shake, and a believer in the rule of law. But there it is, you can't always follow your instincts and life's just not fair, and it sucks."
Nuff sed.
I discovered this blog today and have added it to my RSS feed. That means that the current blog entry is posted as an email to me. If a person has high speed internet, it may not matter. But if you are like me, and two or three other people, and have dial up it is great. Some sites take for-fuckin-ever to load. Take a hint, you all, and make your photos more appropriate for web pages. I'm just saying. I would visit you more often.
For the computer-impaired go to your favorite blog. After it loads, there should be an RSS button located to the far right of their URL. Click this. Shortly, you should see a link at the side that says "Subscribe in Mail". Click that. And wait until the site loads. You should then see if there are new posts by goint to your email.
Now. This works on my Mac. I don't do PCs. You guys are on your own.
We do love our babies!
"Once upon a time, I too believed that every dog deserved another chance to not be a bad guy and have his owner be responsible so he wouldn't kill and destroy.
I also thought that problems between neighbors could be solved. I was wrong then, and it cost me my best friend and riding coach, my peace of mind for months, the ill-will of several other neighbors and friends, and thousands of dollars in the sale of our house at the wrong time as we made an escape from the range war that was created.
I went to the neighbor who owned the dog [that killed my sheep], and when he refused to confine the dog and I got huffy, he began to threaten. Our attorney (another neighbor, by the way) said that was terroristic threatening, and I must not allow it, and should press charges. When I did, all the other neighbors stopped speaking to me, as "one simply didn't do that. Pressing charges against a neighbor goes too far." We eventually sold and moved, incurring large losses.
In the wake of that, I learned that bad as it sounds (and feels), you can't be fair to every dog.
It's not his fault, but just plain bad luck to end up with an irresponsible owner. Some dogs pay for that bad luck with their lives, as we now follow the 3-S rule, sometimes called the Kentucky rule, Shoot, Shovel, and Shut Up. If you've never complained, no one will suspect you, and no escalating feuds are started. This goes so against my grain it's not even funny, as I've always been a dog lover, a proponent of the fair shake, and a believer in the rule of law. But there it is, you can't always follow your instincts and life's just not fair, and it sucks."
Nuff sed.
I discovered this blog today and have added it to my RSS feed. That means that the current blog entry is posted as an email to me. If a person has high speed internet, it may not matter. But if you are like me, and two or three other people, and have dial up it is great. Some sites take for-fuckin-ever to load. Take a hint, you all, and make your photos more appropriate for web pages. I'm just saying. I would visit you more often.
For the computer-impaired go to your favorite blog. After it loads, there should be an RSS button located to the far right of their URL. Click this. Shortly, you should see a link at the side that says "Subscribe in Mail". Click that. And wait until the site loads. You should then see if there are new posts by goint to your email.
Now. This works on my Mac. I don't do PCs. You guys are on your own.
We do love our babies!
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Void where prohibited by law
I love the months of April and May.
I am able to sit on the front porch and not be pestered by the skeeters. Soon, I will have to drench myself in bug repellant in order to be outside. A major drag. I hate being so sensitive to mosquito bites - I welt up and itch like crazy. I detest the repellant, too. Damn allergies.
Winehouse's babies are thriving! A few have their eyes open, and most have erect ears. Itty bitty ears. Adorable, they are.
Outside, 8 little bunnies have been discovered living under the methodist church that abuts our back yard. Four white, two brown, and two black. Jackie Brown is the alleged mom. They have the itty bitty ears, too. Good neighbor Nancy keeps track of and feeds many of the outside kids.
The Thursday evening before my fiber event, Floppy was killed by a neighbor's dog, Red, in my good neighbor Nancy's yard. I was distraught. Floppy had just figgered out out to get of the backyard enclosure the week before. Because of her wry neck, she was not the most swift of bunnies, but still. This is not the first time that Red has summarily executed one of my kids. On my property or on my good neighbor's property. I cradled her warm body in my arms and visited Red's dad in tears.
"Jerry," I said, "Look at what your dog has done." (Again)
What followed was a drunken diatribe that boiled down to his opinion that it was my fault. Not his or his dog's. I did not threaten him, his family, or his dogs, but he did threaten Buster and my bunnies. Hearsay is that he also threatened me and Sweetie - not to my face but once I had left the area. A BB shot cracked one of our upstairs windows shortly thereafter, but we cannot prove a thing.
City dwellers will say that I should have called the police. And I did consider doing that. In the end, I decided not to involve the sheriff's office.
I did not want a tit-for-tat redneck feud.
Sweetie says he will take steps that this will not happen again.
There are times I absolutely hate this town. And this life.
But I do love my bunnies.
I am able to sit on the front porch and not be pestered by the skeeters. Soon, I will have to drench myself in bug repellant in order to be outside. A major drag. I hate being so sensitive to mosquito bites - I welt up and itch like crazy. I detest the repellant, too. Damn allergies.
Winehouse's babies are thriving! A few have their eyes open, and most have erect ears. Itty bitty ears. Adorable, they are.
Outside, 8 little bunnies have been discovered living under the methodist church that abuts our back yard. Four white, two brown, and two black. Jackie Brown is the alleged mom. They have the itty bitty ears, too. Good neighbor Nancy keeps track of and feeds many of the outside kids.
The Thursday evening before my fiber event, Floppy was killed by a neighbor's dog, Red, in my good neighbor Nancy's yard. I was distraught. Floppy had just figgered out out to get of the backyard enclosure the week before. Because of her wry neck, she was not the most swift of bunnies, but still. This is not the first time that Red has summarily executed one of my kids. On my property or on my good neighbor's property. I cradled her warm body in my arms and visited Red's dad in tears.
"Jerry," I said, "Look at what your dog has done." (Again)
What followed was a drunken diatribe that boiled down to his opinion that it was my fault. Not his or his dog's. I did not threaten him, his family, or his dogs, but he did threaten Buster and my bunnies. Hearsay is that he also threatened me and Sweetie - not to my face but once I had left the area. A BB shot cracked one of our upstairs windows shortly thereafter, but we cannot prove a thing.
City dwellers will say that I should have called the police. And I did consider doing that. In the end, I decided not to involve the sheriff's office.
I did not want a tit-for-tat redneck feud.
Sweetie says he will take steps that this will not happen again.
There are times I absolutely hate this town. And this life.
But I do love my bunnies.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Not for Home Use
Back and recovering from the fiber festival weekend. The over-stimulus of these events does me in every time. The drive to Troy, Ohio was longer than I anticipated and the rain and horrible traffic didn't help. I arrived 90 minutes later than planned, wrung out. Hippie Art Chick (HAC) and I made the wise choice of a Super 8 Motel over camping in the rain and cold. The machete was not needed after all.
The show was good for me; I made my nut and more. Other vendors were not so fortunate. Fuzzarelly Fibers was the only booth offering brightly colored angora blends, plus discounted knitting needles. There were a lot of dyed sock yarn and roving and one interesting booth with arty totes. HAC has the best designs for rug hooking that I have ever seen.
The fairgrounds were nice. (I wish my county had such nice facilities!) This was the second annual Upper Valley Whatever, and I think I will return next year when it will be earlier in the year and a two-day thing.
My wares are not cheap (but not outrageous, either) and they are different. Those that drooled but didn't/couldn't buy may very well save their pennies and buy from me next time. Time it takes, young Jedi.
The only thing I bought was a sock darning egg-on-a-handle from the folks at SisterMade. (Maid?) Sweetie is hard on his socks, and we are frugal, so I do mend the ones I hand knit for him.
Zippiknits asked - what in the world did I do to my arm? It happened whilst I was clipping Sugar last week. With small, very sharp and pointed scissors. (If you would like a pair, let me know as I am a Gingher dealer. Then you too can stab yourself in the arm.) Somehow Sugar jumped and I grabbed and the next thing I knew, the scissors had jabbed me and the blood fountain began. It didn't get an artery, but rather a vein - possibly. I think the stab was maybe a half to three-quarter inches deep. Thank goodness that I have that padding of fat that comes with Ethel Merman underarms. The wound isn't infected so I expect the bruise will be gone shortly. When folks asked about it, I told them that I cut myself shaving.
Winehouse's babies are thriving. All of them. Amy has taken to chasing the cats - Millie especially, which just cracks me up as Millie is a constant torment to Reese's. Turnabout = fair play.
The show was good for me; I made my nut and more. Other vendors were not so fortunate. Fuzzarelly Fibers was the only booth offering brightly colored angora blends, plus discounted knitting needles. There were a lot of dyed sock yarn and roving and one interesting booth with arty totes. HAC has the best designs for rug hooking that I have ever seen.
The fairgrounds were nice. (I wish my county had such nice facilities!) This was the second annual Upper Valley Whatever, and I think I will return next year when it will be earlier in the year and a two-day thing.
My wares are not cheap (but not outrageous, either) and they are different. Those that drooled but didn't/couldn't buy may very well save their pennies and buy from me next time. Time it takes, young Jedi.
The only thing I bought was a sock darning egg-on-a-handle from the folks at SisterMade. (Maid?) Sweetie is hard on his socks, and we are frugal, so I do mend the ones I hand knit for him.
Zippiknits asked - what in the world did I do to my arm? It happened whilst I was clipping Sugar last week. With small, very sharp and pointed scissors. (If you would like a pair, let me know as I am a Gingher dealer. Then you too can stab yourself in the arm.) Somehow Sugar jumped and I grabbed and the next thing I knew, the scissors had jabbed me and the blood fountain began. It didn't get an artery, but rather a vein - possibly. I think the stab was maybe a half to three-quarter inches deep. Thank goodness that I have that padding of fat that comes with Ethel Merman underarms. The wound isn't infected so I expect the bruise will be gone shortly. When folks asked about it, I told them that I cut myself shaving.
Winehouse's babies are thriving. All of them. Amy has taken to chasing the cats - Millie especially, which just cracks me up as Millie is a constant torment to Reese's. Turnabout = fair play.
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