tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156181262024-03-13T08:54:22.938-04:00Textile Stockpileby Candice Hope
<br>Artist, mom, maker of things<br>Candice Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08471041557867702784noreply@blogger.comBlogger117125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15618126.post-58972976425671726622017-02-12T11:14:00.000-05:002017-02-12T11:14:33.249-05:00Garden Work<div style="color: #4a3f5a; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; padding: 0px;">
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In between the days and days of rain have been a few nice, warm, sunny days. We’ve been able to use those nice days to get our garden started. The past couple years have been pretty embarrassing in the vegetable garden department. The first full summer we, under my ambitious direction, plotted out a 20 by 26 area of our yard and dug up the grass, roto-tilled, planted tons of things and actually harvested a lot. The second year I couldn’t put the time into it that I wanted/needed to, so I grew mostly weeds. Last summer was the wedding and we knew we’d be busy and gone on our honeymoon for a whole week and didn’t plant anything. But we also didn’t do anything out there to prevent the whole 500+ square foot area from being completely consumed by weeds that eventually grew into 5 foot tall tree-type things!</div>
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So the task of clearing out the “garden” was a big one. Ryan set to work and got it cleared out in half a day’s time. The following weekend he bought landscaping timbers and started building raised beds. The weekend after that we salvaged a lot of great soil from other areas of the yard to fill our new raised beds.</div>
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Last weekend I planted cherry tomatoes, red peppers, brussel sprouts, carrots, radish, parsely, borage, thyme and oregano. Last night we filled another bed with more salvaged dirt and I planted two lemon cucumber, two bush cucumber and four zucchini. I learned my lesson with zucchini that second year. I only planted one plant and didn’t get a single zuke from it. If you only have one plant, there is nothing around for it to cross-pollinate with, and you get no fruit. (it’s still called fruit on a veggie plant, yes?) So this year I’m making sure and planting four. Because I LOVE zucchini! And I want to try to stuff and fry some zucchini blossoms, and don’t want to feel bad about picking the flowers and tiny baby zukes before they get big.</div>
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Here is how it looked out there this morning.</div>
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We have two more beds to build and need to find dirt to fill three of them. I think we can salvage more dirt from the rest of our yard, enough to fill one more bed, but then we will probably have to buy some for the last two. If we dig any more, our yard will look like a quarry. The next bed will have broccoli, cauliflower, and jalapenos. Then we’ll have one whole bed for Watermelon, since that is a vine and you need a lot of real estate just to get one or two melons. And the last bed will be for lettuce and spinach. We are also going to plant sweet corn around the west side of the garden (so as not to block sun all day) and green beans and sugar snap peas on the north side, to grow up the fence. I had such a problem with japanese beetles the last big garden year, I hope these past two years of no garden has fended them off a bit. I still got A LOT of beans that year, despite the beetles, so even if they do come back I’ll have a squirt bottle filled with soapy water at the ready!</div>
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On the rainy days, I’ve been knitting. A lot actually. I have my Whisper Cardigan about 18 rounds away from casting off for the 2nd sleeve.</div>
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I am still working on the <a href="https://web.archive.org/web/20100714062444/http://www.textilestockpile.com/snow-today-gone-tomorrow/" style="color: rgb(90, 108, 66) !important; text-decoration: none;">second toe-up sock</a>, I carry that one in my purse but rarely knit on it.<br />And for some reason, decided to start a second pair of toe-up socks using my <a href="https://web.archive.org/web/20100714062444/http://www.textilestockpile.com/well-now-what/" style="color: rgb(90, 108, 66) !important; text-decoration: none;">Twizzle</a> sock yarn that I coveted for so long.<br />I have already turned the heel on the first sock! This yarn is a bit bigger than most of my other sock yarn, so it is going really fast. I should probably be using size two needles I think. But the density of this sock will be great on size 1.</div>
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Today is only Thursday. Every day this week has felt like Friday for some reason, and I keep waking up and 3 seconds later being pretty disappointed that it still is not Friday. Looking ahead at the calendar, this weekend appears to be the last weekend we have totally free until late June. I plan to use it to it’s fullest!</div>
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I was driving back to work with my coffee when I got to a busy intersection with a McDonalds, a big box grocery and gas station and Best Buy store. <br />
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There were about ten cars all stopped at a green light. I could see something small and white in the middle of the road, not moving. I thought it was a McDonald’s bag crumpled up in the road. A woman up at the front of the line of cars got out of her car and walked around it, looking underneath and around. She must have been satisfied with whatever she was looking for and got back in her car. Just then, I saw a tiny little duck dart across the busy street. It was running back and forth under cars and stopped for a minute in the shade of another car. The duck made it into the gas station parking lot safely and the cars in the road started moving again. As I inched forward, I saw that the white object in the road was not litter. It was a duck. It was the mommy duck. It had been hit by a car and was lying belly-up in the road. </div>
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I watched as the woman at the front of the line made a last minute swerve into the left turn lane, I assumed she was going to go into the gas station and save the baby duck. I got into the left turn lane too, ready to help her. But she did not go to the gas station, just went on her way. I pulled into a parking spot and barely had the car in park when I hopped out and started running after the baby duck. A hundred thoughts were racing through my head all at once. “is it dangerous for me to touch a wild bird?” “is it dangerous to the duck for me to touch it?” “what will I do with it if I catch it?” “am I crazy to chase a duckling around a busy gas station parking lot?” “can I keep it?” So I grabbed my phone and called my office. I was so relieved when it was my fellow animal-lover co-worker who answered the phone! I asked her what to do and she said, “YES, get that baby duck!”. </div>
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I proceeded to run around the gas station parking lot, with my phone held between my ear and my shoulder, hunched over trying to grab this baby duck. He was so scared, running with his little wings splayed out to his sides. He ran back toward the road and I swerved wide around him to force him back toward the relative safety of the parking lot. Finally, as I dropped my phone, I grabbed the duck and went back to my car. I sat there for a minute, shaking, patting the duckling’s little head and telling him it would be ok. I started the car and drove for less than a mile and started crying. I found the nearest parking lot, pulled into a parking spot and totally lost it. I cried so hard. All of a sudden I realized that this little baby was an orphan. His mommy was gone and now separated from his siblings. I started to think about my own situation with my mommy gone and my sister and girlfriends who live far away and the parallel was overwhelming. </div>
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I had this crazy feeling that I found and rescued this baby duck for a reason. That we both now have no mom and must stick together and now I have to step in and raise this wild animal. I took a deep breath and called my sister. No answer. I knew she was at work and normally can’t answer her phone. So I texted her and asked her to call me. She couldn’t, so I just briefly told her what happened by text, but obviously couldn’t convey that I was loosing my shit over it. I asked her if I could keep it, and she, being the cute-and-fuzzy-lover she is replied YES.</div>
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I pulled myself together, now only sniffling a little bit, and drove back to work with the duckling still in my lap. After another deep breath I went inside and showed my co-workers my new little friend. Not leading on that I had just fallen apart over it. I put him in an empty paper box and put him near my space heater while I googled “how to raise a duckling”, texted Shannon, called Ryan, and also tried to work (luckily it was a quiet day).</div>
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While I was daydreaming about Bella having a new best friend and the little house and pond we’d have to build in the back yard, the little guy was just hanging out in his box being cute, calm and quiet. That lasted for about an hour and a half. Then he started quacking. A lot. Then he pooped. I called a local Mallard rescue and took him there on my lunch break and didn't look back. <br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: '"helvetica neue"', '"arial"', '"helvetica"', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">This post originally appeared on Textile Stockpile on May 17th, 2010. A year's worth of posts were lost when I switched servers, but they've been found and I'm updating and reposting them here. Stay tuned for more!</span></blockquote>
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<br />Candice Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08471041557867702784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15618126.post-13942997387864245502017-02-08T12:34:00.000-05:002017-02-12T11:19:21.454-05:00Mid-April<span style="background-color: white; color: #4a3f5a; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , "clean" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">April 21, 2010</span><br />
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We had a big party and it was a lot of fun! I was so busy having fun that I didn’t even pick up my camera. I brought it outside just before the first couple people arrived and set it down on a table near the food. I meant to hand it off to my dad or a friend to take pictures but didn’t. The picture above was taken at the beginning of the night by my sister Shannon with an old 70’s camera that uses FILM! So we did get a few images to capture the evening.</div>
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I finished the cabled baby cardigan I was working on. It turned out incredibly cute and got many oohs, aaahs and fondles at the party.</div>
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I got some really nice Crystal Palace yarn from my friend <a href="https://web.archive.org/web/20100714062444/http://www.etsy.com/shop/twilightsdream" style="color: rgb(90, 108, 66) !important; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="Twilight's Dream">Crystal</a> for my birthday and I have already cast on for the <a href="https://web.archive.org/web/20100714062444/http://www.interweaveknits.com/preview/2009_spring.asp" style="color: rgb(90, 108, 66) !important; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="Whisper Cardigan, Interweave Knits">Whisper Cardigan</a> from Interweave Knits. I’m only about 2 inches into the first sleeve, so no pics yet.<br />
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Recent news from the sewing room: it is clean! it is semi-organized! and it has NEW fabric! I even have new inspiration. As if the room being clean wasn’t inspiration enough! For my birthday in 2009, my mom-in-law Gayle got me a gift certificate to a great big quilt shop in Ohio called <a href="http://www.thedoormouse.com/" target="_blank">The Door Mouse</a>. It took us nearly a whole year to put it into our schedules and trek down there. It was definitely worth the wait and the drive! One reason we waited to get there until now is because this place has so much fabric, that you really have to have a project and a plan in mind when you go. So I took my great tree fabric that I bought in North Carolina about 5 years ago and had designed a quilt for it and needed supplemental fabrics for it. I think I have everything I need now, I just need to find the time to start working on it!</div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">When we got home, Gayle gave me part of my birthday present for this year. It is a signed copy of </span><a href="https://web.archive.org/web/20100714062444/http://www.friestyle.com/" style="color: rgb(90, 108, 66) !important; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="Frieda's website">Frieda</a><span style="background-color: white;"> Anderson’s book </span>Fabric to Dye For<span style="background-color: white;">.</span></div>
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Candice Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08471041557867702784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15618126.post-89823962045898576342010-03-03T11:47:00.000-05:002017-02-09T14:28:05.557-05:00Snow today, gone tomorrowLast week here in Michigan we got A LOT of snow. I'd guess it was almost a foot over a whole week. 8 inches of it was all in one day, and I even got to have a SNOW DAY from work!!! So when I saw that the temperature for the coming week was going to get into the balmy forties, I decided I should use the snow while we had it.<br />
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My mom-in-law told me about Snow Dying, she said you layer the (soda-soaked) fabric in a container however you wish, then cover with snow and pour the dye over the snow. So that's what I did. I waited until about 4:30 Saturday afternoon and soda soaked my fabric while I mixed 5 dye concentrates (I don't use a recipe or anything, I just mix between 1 tsp to 2 Tbsp dye powder with 1 cup of warm water). I set the dye concentrates outside to cool a bit while I wrung out the fabric and got my containers together. <br />
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Outside on the picnic table covered with at least 8 inches of snow, I slapped the buckets deep into the snow to keep them upright in case it got windy. The first bucket, I put about 2 inches of snow in the bottom, layered the somewhat scrunched fabric on top and then more snow. I packed it down a bit too. It was really heavy, wet snow. Good snow-man snow (and boy, you should have seen some of the pretty impressive snowmen around our house!) Then I poured the dye concentrate over the snow. The liquid was still pretty warm, so it did melt the snow a bit. <br />
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I figured for the best results, I would leave the buckets outside overnight and let them thoroughly re-freeze and make sure the dye can really get into the fiber, which I thought may have been slowed a bit by the cold temperature. The next morning I brought the buckets in and put them in the bathtub to warm up enough to scoop the snow out. </div>
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Also over the weekend, I finished my first toe-up sock! I knit around and around until the leg was about 12 inches from the heel. I was worried that the taller the sock got, the tighter it would be on my leg, so my first thought was to increase stitches. But I couldn't decide how to stick to my 2 by 2 ribbing and also add increases. So I increased every 8 stitches on one round, but changed to all knits to create a roll top sock. I did a few more increase rounds and maybe had a 1/2 inch worth of stockinette and decided I didn't like it. I ripped back to before the increases and decided all I would need to do to make the leg circumference bigger AND keep my 2 by 2 ribbing is go up one needle size. So for the last two inches of the leg, I used size 2 dpns. </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Toe-up sock #1, toe taken from IK Summer 07, heel and cast-off from Socks from the Toe Up by Wendy D. Johnson</span></div>
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Candice Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08471041557867702784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15618126.post-25207305501052454512010-02-22T17:58:00.002-05:002010-02-22T18:02:11.927-05:00Done with one... not so successful on the otherWe spent the whole weekend finishing up the living room. I am thrilled with this room. I feel like I'm in a totally different house! Here's a quick reminder of what it looked like before:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Note the DARK green walls, blue/grey cove, and dusty purple on the inside of the doorway. Also, you can just see the edge of a weird section of wood paneling on the left. What you can't see in this picture is that whoever painted this house used flat paint. So you can see every fingerprint, smudge and scratch from anything or anyone that has ever come near these walls. No one had ever filled a nail hole and the window and base moldings don't match the rest of the house. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>New wall color is called Magnolia Spray. It's just on the yellow side of cream with just a touch of peach. It is so bright and clean. We had such a problem in here with the dark green paint, even with our big bay window it was always dark in here. We had FOUR lamps in here and with them all on, and all the kitchen lights on, it was still not light enough to read or knit comfortably. Last night I turned the lights off in the rest of the house and turned only two lamps on (and the new lights over the new breakfast nook) and it was totally bright enough to knit. Not that I was knitting...<br />
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I cast on 103 stitches Friday night during the opening ceremony and worked the 'set up' row. No problemo. I moved on to row one and proceeded to cable my little heart out. I was just using the page right out of the magazine but I photocopied it so I could use my magnetic board to keep track of what row I was on. Moving along the charts to about row 4 when I realize there are two pairs of symbols in my chart that look exactly alike. But they have different descriptions. I was totally perplexed. I stared at the photocopied chart for too long and had no idea what to make of it. So I picked up the magazine and looked closely. The symbols WERE different. My photocopy just hadn't picked up the tiny little corners that were white on one pair and grey on the other pair. In addition to that problem, I was not even sure which of the four symbols I was using where.<br />
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</div>Candice Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08471041557867702784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15618126.post-75763477666266532162010-02-13T11:42:00.000-05:002010-02-13T11:42:46.327-05:00Cozy shrug for the OlympicsI had decided a long time ago, exactly 4 years ago, that I would try again in the 2010 Knitting Olympics. I did not get a medal in 2006, so this year I have extra motivation to accomplish my goal. My first idea was to make fingerless gloves. The kind that also have a mitten part that folds back to reveal bare fingertips. I couldn't decide if that project would be too easy or too ambitious. I guess I just wasn't feelin' it. <br />
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There is a project in the very first knitting magazine I ever bought that I have always gone back to and oogled and oohed and aahed. It has cables and requires quite a bit of yarn. So I always had some excuse why I couldn't make it. Either I didn't have the money to buy enough yarn that I would actually want to touch my skin (yummy wool perhaps with silk) or I didn't think I could successfully read and follow the cable charts. <br />
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A couple weeks ago it was really cold in my house and I couldn't get warm. I couldn't keep a blanket on my shoulders and the one on my lap wasn't enough. In that moment I decided I had to finally make the Cabled Shrug from Interweave Knits Fall 2005. And with the Knitting Olympics coming up, maybe I had a better chance of actually starting it AND finishing it. And maybe even get to use it before it starts warming up this spring... haha, ok that last part is just funny. I live in Michigan, I'll still be using this thing in June.<br />
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Thursday afternoon I headed out to Knit A Round in Ann Arbor and used the gift card I got from my coworkers for Christmas. I found a gorgeous 100% wool that is softer than any pure wool I've ever felt. I couldn't believe it didn't have a bit of acrylic or silk or something in it to make it so soft. I picked out a nice rich chocolate brown but there wasn't enough. After another 20 minutes of petting each color (there had to be 25 or more colors to choose from) I decided on a green. Not quite sage, not quite celery, somewhere in between. <br />
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It is a dark, cold, rainy Sunday here. It is after 11am and I am still in bed; with my laptop, a book, knitting, and the tv all right here... going back to the palm sander feels like punishment.<br />
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</div>Candice Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08471041557867702784noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15618126.post-82247030584914665242010-01-18T10:13:00.000-05:002010-01-18T10:13:02.351-05:00The rest of '09 and looking toward '10I've had some people prodding me for an update, so here it is. Just a quick recap since October.<br />
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</div>Candice Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08471041557867702784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15618126.post-55044334168545288152009-10-21T11:11:00.000-04:002009-10-21T11:11:52.381-04:00At what point?I have come to a stopping point in nearly ALL of my knitting projects. Each one has it's own little problem that I haven't had the time, ambition or energy to tackle.<br />
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I started this Cabled Raglan Baby Sweater (free pattern for subscribers to Knitting Daily) with Louisa Harding Kimono Angora yarn. You'll never guess where I got this yarn. Tuesday Morning. Yes, the TJMaxx-ish home goods store. I found 5 balls of it, each marked 3.99. For angora yarn. There were others of the same kind there, but the colorways were particularly awful. I just hope I have enough of this pink to finish the sweater! <br />
The problem with this sweater is fairly simple to fix, I think. Each row starts with knit 5. well, about 5 rows ago, somehow I purled 5. so I have three rows that look like stockinette for the first 5 stitches instead of garter stitch. If this were in the middle of a row, I would be able to easily (as easily as possible with fuzzy angora yarn) ladder down and fix those 5 stitches. Since the problem is the first 5 stitches of the row, I'm having a hard time laddering down and rearranging the stitches so they look nice. They got all stretched out. So, I think my new solution is to rip back to before I screwed up. But the problem there is that there are all kinds of increases for the sleeves through the middle of every other row. I am not sure once I rip back that far if I'll have the right number of stitches. I really don't want to unknit 5 or 6 rows one stitch at a time. <br />
When I am only about 20 rows into a project, can I/should I rip it completely and start over?! <br />
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I bought this sock yarn with a gift certificate that Ryan gave me for my birthday in 2008. I held onto it for more than a year for some reason. I went in May before the wedding to pick something out and decided I'd need a new pair of socks to start and take with me on our Honeymoon to Wilmington, NC. It turned out I did very little knitting on our honeymoon, imagine that! So, I've been knitting on this sock very rarely (see <a href="http://textilestockpile.blogspot.com/2009/08/getting-it-back.html">this post</a> for part of the reason) and partly because it's not easy 2 by 2 ribbing and actually requires I read a pattern. <br />
Last week I noticed that I have at least three pairs of socks on the needles and while I have TONS of sock yarn and can't seem to stop acquiring more, I think I need to stick to one pair and finish it. I also realized that this yarn is not superwash. it is 100% alpaca. I do not like to hand wash my socks and this yarn seemed to be making a sock that wouldn't hug my leg and may be a tad droopy, which I really don't like. But I didn't want to frog the little bit that I had started. <br />
I left the partial sock on the needles and didn't break the yarn. I started from the other end of the ball and started a scarf. If I end up needing the whole ball, including what is started on the sock, I'll frog it then, but for now, I can't commit to the sock or the scarf.<br />
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</div>I started these Lorna's Laces toe-up socks at least a year ago. Possibly TWO years ago. The toe was fine and easy, I knit around and around for the foot until I got to 1-1/2 inches before the heel. I tried the heel twice, from two different patterns. Each one had it's own issue that I couldn't deal with (and can't remember because it was probably two years ago, and I won't bad mouth any patterns I used, because I'm not sure it was the pattern's fault). So, I frogged the heel twice (at least). A couple weeks ago, I was perusing the knitting section at Borders and saw this book by Wendy D. Johnson (pictured with sock above). It looked like it had great patterns and really great illustrations and step-by-steps. So I thought I would give it a try. It WORKS!!! I have a perfect toe-up heel with no holes and no funky issues! I am soooooo excited! I have wanted to learn toe-up socks for such a long time. <br />
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Since this is the only thing I've figured out among all the problems, this is what I've been working on. Instead of the Christmas gift socks. He's pretty used to getting a box with one sock in it for Christmas though, what's one more year. Does three years of doing the same thing make it an official Tradition?<br />
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None of this has stopped me from looking online for yarn, or wanting to start another pair of socks. And none of it has motivated me to do anything about any of it. Candice Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08471041557867702784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15618126.post-87630534075899049472009-09-30T10:08:00.009-04:002009-09-30T11:15:19.531-04:00The Adventures of a Modern SquirrelBack in my day, we had to walk to school. Up hill, both ways. In three feet of snow. Gas only cost 29 cents per gallon. A loaf of bread was a nickel. Someone delivered your newspaper to your door every morning. And squirrels ran around all autumn burying nuts in the ground. Yes, digging a hole in your lawn or your flower beds and burying a nut and carefully replacing the soil.<br /><br />But this is 2009. This is the future. The squirrels of today know that the best place to hide his or her nuts for the long winter is not in the cold, wet (not to mention dirty) earth. The best place would be somewhere dry, relatively clean, with some sort of covering to keep the snow and wind off of them. Somewhere like... our shed.<br /><br />I got home from work on Friday and Ryan and Bella met me outside for some frantic tail wagging and little howls of delight... (Bella was excited too... haha, sorry, couldn't resist). We stood in the driveway a couple minutes and then Ryan asked me if I wanted to see something funny. He took me through our back yard to the shed, only about 40 yards from our back door. Opened the door to the shed and didn't say anything, just pointed to the salvaged dresser drawers on the floor. They were full, nay, overflowing with walnuts. Every nook and cranny had walnuts packed into it. All along the walls where the angled roof meets the walls, there were 5 to 10 walnuts in every little space.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfFmvEz8b5SwapAkeFzKg33u8F3LSSSnDDc_qn0w2hkuY60nhZHdUG89bFiYESpUnx7jiSqY9MgNp1sbXZF56lVdeWqo84I9FqL-_syTEDBlO_cH67KWgIbVgUsFOBzMwyHyRg/s1600-h/DSCN0925.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfFmvEz8b5SwapAkeFzKg33u8F3LSSSnDDc_qn0w2hkuY60nhZHdUG89bFiYESpUnx7jiSqY9MgNp1sbXZF56lVdeWqo84I9FqL-_syTEDBlO_cH67KWgIbVgUsFOBzMwyHyRg/s320/DSCN0925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387266756725573714" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw-7G0yO4mstXy2qnOwOX-6HhW4BrvQ-xLFNy9RatvGTgjTq4XzLTUMx5cknoCp-JR0GbPiYe2-hyvWn30pU9G_cdhnQ0c78Z3gi015A5Dly2aY-_LbSf_JebkULjnYHXCaEkT/s1600-h/DSCN0927.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw-7G0yO4mstXy2qnOwOX-6HhW4BrvQ-xLFNy9RatvGTgjTq4XzLTUMx5cknoCp-JR0GbPiYe2-hyvWn30pU9G_cdhnQ0c78Z3gi015A5Dly2aY-_LbSf_JebkULjnYHXCaEkT/s320/DSCN0927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387266784561141330" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNLch2tDLtAeVFG7OYYQgc2GJ-fMey64qwjj2V-XngoVbtMLQdTW1jrsJyaBKlrhoq3Bf8Q65TNtlnte4uUBdP4CKk_xMjT7iIrtGGPzJhMOnNZqLmd1zNL6ucCOEEntwmjJOa/s1600-h/DSCN0926.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNLch2tDLtAeVFG7OYYQgc2GJ-fMey64qwjj2V-XngoVbtMLQdTW1jrsJyaBKlrhoq3Bf8Q65TNtlnte4uUBdP4CKk_xMjT7iIrtGGPzJhMOnNZqLmd1zNL6ucCOEEntwmjJOa/s320/DSCN0926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387266768750788850" border="0" /></a>So we stood in the doorway of the shed, flabbergasted, just laughing at how many there were. Ryan said that it only took the squirrel about two days to fill that drawer. I haven't been back in there since Friday, but I expect the next time one of us opens the door it will be like that famous episode of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtzC69mcoWQ">The Dick VanDyke Show</a> where he has a dream of opening his closet door and thousands upon thousands of walnuts pour out of the closet. (That is a youtube video, the scene I'm talking about happens around the 1:30 minute mark, but I strongly suggest you watch the whole thing. freaking hilarious.)<br /><br />Our shed is old and not in the greatest shape. I'm sure there is more than one entrance for the squirrel to get in, especially this big gap under the door.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3dVEaYeC77OcqB2wxRynhS1DfV29c4BHbYsjbvELVCLmVyve82f1cdd3cBzLaQBLUvfEu0wHGebp4p38TVlVAfVBifXD8EGPegaBOwR5s2yStCa8RZowr6nQjQ4TzPFHxKmty/s1600-h/DSCN0929.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3dVEaYeC77OcqB2wxRynhS1DfV29c4BHbYsjbvELVCLmVyve82f1cdd3cBzLaQBLUvfEu0wHGebp4p38TVlVAfVBifXD8EGPegaBOwR5s2yStCa8RZowr6nQjQ4TzPFHxKmty/s320/DSCN0929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387277882602154578" border="0" /></a>We are going to leave the walnuts, we will probably clean up a bit, but all the nuts will stay in the shed. We're not into causing squirrel starvation. And, this is a good test to see if squirrels actually do remember where their nuts are hidden. It would have to be a really incompetent squirrel to not remember this big pile!<br /><br />But he'll have to watch out, because Bella's on the hunt!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKY2vkIzi95sKB8Tv6DTX9CLpq4TnqHXAxxxZXBAKVOhP5HzOHlncPKVkGvqEQUOQBLHtn2QGy3ptt6gvXyQixFE2FL06cKA1pfON_loTGWM0mJQFMqfYlOuc2jPdHVfPiDInE/s1600-h/DSCN0930.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKY2vkIzi95sKB8Tv6DTX9CLpq4TnqHXAxxxZXBAKVOhP5HzOHlncPKVkGvqEQUOQBLHtn2QGy3ptt6gvXyQixFE2FL06cKA1pfON_loTGWM0mJQFMqfYlOuc2jPdHVfPiDInE/s320/DSCN0930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387277895175149826" border="0" /></a>Candice Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08471041557867702784noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15618126.post-25051170462758949592009-09-22T14:02:00.007-04:002009-09-22T14:57:48.091-04:00Meerkats and socks... if only it were meerkats WEARING socks!It has been a busy September for me and busy in a good way so far. The beginning of the month brought me a new job! It is kind of funny because it is also my old job, where I worked from 2003 to 2006. I am now fully employed again at a 9 to 5 office job, no longer working at home for <a href="http://www.chrisroberts-antieau.com/">Chris Roberts-Antieau</a>. Which means I once again have paid vacation and sick days and I get evenings and weekends off AND... I get my sewing room back!!! (that's what I did this past weekend, I cleaned out all of the stuff that belonged to the studio and re-arranged my room to make it more cozy and efficient for what I want to do in there, pictures to follow.) So I think this new job was the perfect change for me. I love the people at the studio and especially Chris, but there were so so so many memories there of my mom that at first were comforting but now are painful. My mom had been working at the studio for more than 10 years when she died, she was the manager, she knew everything, ran nearly the whole show. Without her, everything was kind of handed to me to handle/figure out. Some of which I wanted to do, some not so much. Most of that didn't bother me so much. It just got to the point that I would stare at the art from about 10am until 5 or 6pm and just want to cry all day. I was tired of looking at it, mostly because it just reminded me of my mom and that she's not here.<br /><br />The middle of September took me to Chicago to visit Shannon and go to the <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.renegadecraft.com/chicago">Renegade Craft Fair</a>. It was very cool. Definitely what art/craft shows SHOULD be. I love that it is kindof small, so you don't reach your absorption limit for art goodies before you've seen all the booths. I'm used to the Ann Arbor Art Fairs, that really, if you wanted to see every single booth and go into the neat stores around Main Street and South University, it would take two days at least. But this we did in an afternoon. The reason we wanted to go to the fair was to check out if I wanted to be in it next summer. I DO! My goal is to stockpile up as much stuff as I can to sell there next year. I can stay with Shannon and have very few expenses. I am already getting excited!<br /><br />I didn't buy anything at the craft fair, (if I had, it would have been <a href="http://www.fernworks.org/jewelry.html">this</a>) but we did sneak into <a href="http://www.ninachicago.com/">Nina</a> and I did buy some yarn.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS9rNmArYmiOafwigK7UAwi-AHNtcMnUsEHCXXCYKtT0fWhZdgClRsyU7tVzqllXj_73cxiwef97yxKSLhGO47n9YRbZOnVpG-_gGhHdPW6eeanr5O759u2lp03n0C8vATfAs/s1600-h/DSCN0867.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS9rNmArYmiOafwigK7UAwi-AHNtcMnUsEHCXXCYKtT0fWhZdgClRsyU7tVzqllXj_73cxiwef97yxKSLhGO47n9YRbZOnVpG-_gGhHdPW6eeanr5O759u2lp03n0C8vATfAs/s320/DSCN0867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384360337360611058" border="0" /></a>I stayed from Friday night through Monday about noon (yay for vacation days!). On Monday we went to the Lincoln Park Zoo where we saw lots of cute animals. My favorite was the Meerkats. They are just so cute the way they snuggle together. Of course I took many pictures, here are a few.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj328pg0aGnjNLt4_DceXIjvCwUv-Why2ySTHE3gO1tJlueU4fQkZ0REyCl7aWulx1ejLNglv3NwUpgiFxhFVmkFaNU5zFjfDnF1eGMYhT00L4WuCuvczm3THIqizsCKYCYef8/s1600-h/DSCN0896.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj328pg0aGnjNLt4_DceXIjvCwUv-Why2ySTHE3gO1tJlueU4fQkZ0REyCl7aWulx1ejLNglv3NwUpgiFxhFVmkFaNU5zFjfDnF1eGMYhT00L4WuCuvczm3THIqizsCKYCYef8/s320/DSCN0896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384361414370041986" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3cLdoiDySB2Uvl17e8lEbtX7ouwzaQ0Ki6Fm296SLYg81OM18o37ehIQx3ku5Dm4ghXTEMnVBtdoK9tBQtHCIPHTdLSA48Tp1MNdGw2gny8osyPPAHyPvv7_KbqAn48v07fM/s1600-h/DSCN0900.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3cLdoiDySB2Uvl17e8lEbtX7ouwzaQ0Ki6Fm296SLYg81OM18o37ehIQx3ku5Dm4ghXTEMnVBtdoK9tBQtHCIPHTdLSA48Tp1MNdGw2gny8osyPPAHyPvv7_KbqAn48v07fM/s320/DSCN0900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384361432964093826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHqIQgETdiGdfOPPTSmXJZI5vQj5wqs0gdHBYnSQwdfSoTKJQwEFVuG8wj9LrPDmaZu8xnq10ek7dKNaaR0MzsocBqcAtZ5tDm8GZtf2eYwiag76gfclll-0-xJgUkaMBuMqk/s1600-h/DSCN0899.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHqIQgETdiGdfOPPTSmXJZI5vQj5wqs0gdHBYnSQwdfSoTKJQwEFVuG8wj9LrPDmaZu8xnq10ek7dKNaaR0MzsocBqcAtZ5tDm8GZtf2eYwiag76gfclll-0-xJgUkaMBuMqk/s320/DSCN0899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384361420716429074" border="0" /></a>It was a hot day, and we were there right about 11:30, so most of the animals were just hanging out, sleeping. Except for this guy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpOQ28ZloC3cz8AAy1H5xfe4b0DRVIsPhF1xb5VAiNFzieEto3XDBvWBB4E2QVN_4DkLa6iogMhhqXciVpVE_VfOKQ6g_lk-8Akrt_DY4qVmtQAm2Kkm8dP03T5iOa4oebeRA/s1600-h/DSCN0891.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpOQ28ZloC3cz8AAy1H5xfe4b0DRVIsPhF1xb5VAiNFzieEto3XDBvWBB4E2QVN_4DkLa6iogMhhqXciVpVE_VfOKQ6g_lk-8Akrt_DY4qVmtQAm2Kkm8dP03T5iOa4oebeRA/s320/DSCN0891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384361883716752642" border="0" /></a>I don't know what was in the corner of that little pool, but he was really interested in it. He was staring into the corner and pushing the water into the rock and it was splashing his face. He did it for a long time too. Maybe that bear has OCD?! Maybe he had to push the water into the corner 49 times before he could get out of the pool.<br /><br />Monday was also Bella's birthday! She is now 3 years old. If that makes her an adult, someone needs to tell her about it, because she is still as feisty and playful as she was 2 and a half years ago. Except much more well-behaved.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw67zYsfb-2dSJNKPDt5Qr_1hsKpFXBb6sZgt0FoC0n6MU3DDkVTbQPrFi_DpMnaHZtae-AOITLgeVhQhYDTuj1Gu4ihta6T21Xyoo3sWjaQkcCb-n_EEzowfJoCERF7jOq3s/s1600-h/DSCN0904.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw67zYsfb-2dSJNKPDt5Qr_1hsKpFXBb6sZgt0FoC0n6MU3DDkVTbQPrFi_DpMnaHZtae-AOITLgeVhQhYDTuj1Gu4ihta6T21Xyoo3sWjaQkcCb-n_EEzowfJoCERF7jOq3s/s320/DSCN0904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384362727868588322" border="0" /></a>(she moves so fast, it's hard to get a good picture of her). I brought home some of Chicago's best bacon from the Original Pancake House for her and her dad got her a stuffed lamb, a pig ear and a rawhide bone. One week later and all three are gone. She made quick work of that.<br /><br />The end of September brings ArtPeers in Grand Rapids. Ryan and I are both participating in this event that places art in participating stores throughout downtown Grand Rapids. Anyone in the area this weekend should come to <a href="http://www.clothingmatters.net/">Clothing Matters</a> to see my work and to <a href="http://www.literarylifebookstore.com/">Literary Life</a> to see <a href="http://www.rmkushdesign.com">Ryan's work</a>. <br /><br />In October, I hope to start working again on a commissioned wedding guest book quilt for a friend that we started together in 2006. I also told Shannon that I would make her a quilt for above the fireplace in her new apartment. I am going to make some really pretty fabrics and make a Chicago city skyline for her. I'm also knitting about thirteen-hunnerd things... ok... maybe like 3 socks and a baby sweater. Not counting the things on the needles that I haven't touched in at least a year and the stuff not on the needles yet that I have in bags with the yarn, pattern and needles ready to go. And I'm not making any promises that I'll finish anything before I start something else.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15618126.post-90937472879387281122009-08-23T21:22:00.007-04:002009-08-23T21:52:04.979-04:00Cabled socks, another good day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0hJ9Q1giN2wSlkmgghLa-G9hv4yTiRUZ-rRgVW7in__6Mqrma1PoKU3aR2UuXpRbT7NZCI-Ty3ptlKnuwhyphenhyphensK2__YiNu-LJNepk-LowbJomOAma-zYya6sZV9FLyAt_EXGYI/s1600-h/DSCN0843.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0hJ9Q1giN2wSlkmgghLa-G9hv4yTiRUZ-rRgVW7in__6Mqrma1PoKU3aR2UuXpRbT7NZCI-Ty3ptlKnuwhyphenhyphensK2__YiNu-LJNepk-LowbJomOAma-zYya6sZV9FLyAt_EXGYI/s320/DSCN0843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373336592765217170" border="0" /></a><br />These are Trekking XXL Cable Rib Socks from Interweave Knits Fall 2005. I have been working on these for quite a while. I have noticed a pattern, I tend to do the first sock pretty fast, then get to the heel on the second sock when all of a sudden doing the heel and especially the gussets seems like a HUGE pain in the butt. So I leave it and start something else or don't knit at all. Then when I finally get back to picking it up again, it goes so quick and I wonder why I let it sit there for so long.<br /><br />I made myself finish these socks because I have started at least three other pair since stalling at the heel months ago. I have so much new sock yarn, that I wanted to start another pair, so I told myself I couldn't start another sock until these were finished. And it only took two evenings to finish them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzkNuNglZ9LmlmI4i0WkBZnj4eEzQrFzcO5WxzlBHQyRI2ovdvSiQC1KuKSXbsGlbGMrtWYLAkWzD7iEPJ9Shacu7IUoCDKsmht5-_ZRzGtBT-rHgSQFRU_bjlLU7ZJ9tasys/s1600-h/DSCN0847.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzkNuNglZ9LmlmI4i0WkBZnj4eEzQrFzcO5WxzlBHQyRI2ovdvSiQC1KuKSXbsGlbGMrtWYLAkWzD7iEPJ9Shacu7IUoCDKsmht5-_ZRzGtBT-rHgSQFRU_bjlLU7ZJ9tasys/s320/DSCN0847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373337161873450818" border="0" /></a><br />When I started these, I was using a bamboo <a href="http://www.knitpicks.com/Options+Harmony+Wood+Cable+Knitting+Needles_AD90347.html">cable needle</a> from Knit Picks. It was big and too long, and just kind of awkward for sock yarn. So, I thought I would try to use one of those <a href="http://www.knitpicks.com/accessories/Locking_Stitch_Markers__D80592.html">row markers</a> that looks like a stubby safety pin as a cable needle. That was working ok, but I really couldn't knit the held stitches right from the marker, I had to slide them back onto the working needle. So, I was telling my mom all of that sometime last spring probably, and then the next time I saw her, she gave me this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4hbR0tCX83ee_Yq3PDiERO2gy1aJr7LD2qd0tJTKSfMWAPzIVQZ0DraeZh3f2MCKEcVgM_-jrVaepHLfAxQZHZWrKF4mFo44aZyHideaqRy1KJ_BjmA1n27EcwE9OXAsR5Ck/s1600-h/DSCN0834.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4hbR0tCX83ee_Yq3PDiERO2gy1aJr7LD2qd0tJTKSfMWAPzIVQZ0DraeZh3f2MCKEcVgM_-jrVaepHLfAxQZHZWrKF4mFo44aZyHideaqRy1KJ_BjmA1n27EcwE9OXAsR5Ck/s320/DSCN0834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373338522020939250" border="0" /></a>She was always breaking her size 1 bamboo needles. So, she took one of the broken ones and sharpened one end and sanded it real smooth and it is now my size 1 cable needle! Genius!!! It is the perfect size, obviously because I was knitting the sock with size 1 needles, but it's also the perfect length. It is short enough to not be in the way, and long enough to actually knit the held stitches right from the cable needle. It's perfect! Except that it is just small enough to get lost, or accidentally mistaken for a used toothpick and get thrown away. So I am careful to not leave it out on the table.<br /><br />When I finally got to the end of the toe and started to use the kitchener stitch for the seam, I thought I remembered how to do it. I was too lazy to get up and walk a couple feet to the sewing room to get my sock book for the instructions. I did the first four stitches of kitchener right. then must've skipped something and was knitting the purls and purling the knits, and ended up with this half 'innie' and half 'outie' toe.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrt5FHpAZA81atKSIBIClM3jYF72jZPKkpenP4MoGy-aIghKvvjHvYDvN9ot6nuXAOVjiZIuHdoFhWTQNVfsWHdW3WK5SBH_4Lh6882YQKoFiDSOf_efcKLBB7VDOwXdroHOc/s1600-h/DSCN0838.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrt5FHpAZA81atKSIBIClM3jYF72jZPKkpenP4MoGy-aIghKvvjHvYDvN9ot6nuXAOVjiZIuHdoFhWTQNVfsWHdW3WK5SBH_4Lh6882YQKoFiDSOf_efcKLBB7VDOwXdroHOc/s320/DSCN0838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373340964230065426" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicmBG93aii7tlfD_r7elFc3yQPkMKVOT77hEKcxHSABTaMTqJQW5HL1yUzIehylo6Th9fc6AZx8hNxwHB8OCsIDfaUDdHQxjirvS5K2K1Nw74xrG9ap2mAqg_86IXxeH62xsY/s1600-h/DSCN0837.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicmBG93aii7tlfD_r7elFc3yQPkMKVOT77hEKcxHSABTaMTqJQW5HL1yUzIehylo6Th9fc6AZx8hNxwHB8OCsIDfaUDdHQxjirvS5K2K1Nw74xrG9ap2mAqg_86IXxeH62xsY/s320/DSCN0837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373340961976772802" border="0" /></a><br />So today while I was waiting for the roast chicken to reach 165 degrees I un-kitchenered, and re-kitchenered. And now they are done and on my feet.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15618126.post-7170298631948700462009-08-19T08:09:00.005-04:002009-08-19T09:11:47.323-04:00Getting it backI think I had a little break-through yesterday. Since December when my mommy died I have not really wanted to do anything, and planning our wedding took up a lot of my time and brain power. Since the wedding is over I have had a lot of time and extra brain cells to do the things I used to LOVE to do in my spare time. But somehow, none of it really interested me. I would stand in my sewing room and rifle through things, flip through a pattern book, feel up my stacks of fabric, dump out a bag full of already cut-out pieces to a project and then put them all back in the bag again. Knitting had even lost it's luster for me.<br /><br />My mom and I used to talk on the phone every day. I'd tell her all the mundane details of my day and she'd listen as if I were telling her about my first African Safari and each round of a sock was a new animal I'd discovered. When all of a sudden I didn't have her to report to every day, I stopped doing things.<br /><br />Until yesterday.<br /><br />I got home from my meetings at work at about 2:30, ate lunch and took a little nap. Then while Ryan cooked dinner I sat on the couch and knit on a sock for more than an hour. Before yesterday I hadn't knit on anything for more than about 5 minutes at a time, and probably less than once a week.<br /><br />After dinner we cleaned up the kitchen and I made a bee-line (B-line? what is that expression? V-line would make sense...) to the sewing room. Ryan seemed surprised when I didn't join him on the couch after dinner and asked where I was going. I told him I was going to go play in the sewing room. I think he had been waiting for this moment too.<br /><br />So from about 8:00 until 11 I was in the sewing room working on this green shibori quilt. I started it quite a while ago, I dyed the fabric while I was still in school, the quilt top was cut and pieced when my sewing room was still in the basement. (the color in these pictures is so wrong. it's an avocado green, not so much gray)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8G426OU976yywOFUom_jXBdYZi6CaMQV7JoPOJ1jXFogL_jsFPBZy_VMovzLFtvvO_Y0PY-vIt-QcWFs3mGwKGVKPVxLPzsiEVHx89rKtscfAz2uAyrGj3j41NvKeJkX_S40/s1600-h/DSCN0823.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8G426OU976yywOFUom_jXBdYZi6CaMQV7JoPOJ1jXFogL_jsFPBZy_VMovzLFtvvO_Y0PY-vIt-QcWFs3mGwKGVKPVxLPzsiEVHx89rKtscfAz2uAyrGj3j41NvKeJkX_S40/s320/DSCN0823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371654043826351154" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I had started quilting it a couple different times on the sewing machine, but I never liked how it looked and ripped it out each time. I wanted to do something that would enhance the shibori design, not make it harder to distinguish. So I had some shiny embroidery floss in a pale yellow and tried that. I decided to use it to just make a running, almost like a basting stitch, from top to bottom. I made it wavy on purpose and left different widths between each row of stitching. A clever disguise to not-so-perfect piecing abilities.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBU8Qrh3KdYFfYBs6Az-zT84DQKHH-JLSjTL4c6USbBURbMBn9AEfIiFdlUHpIVaouPG-SSrumJX_kCrHA5HfmOBc-gz1PGyFAeV5cqIQJMrH1N7sE2wLRQQfQ45PCtqrmK0g/s1600-h/DSCN0826.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBU8Qrh3KdYFfYBs6Az-zT84DQKHH-JLSjTL4c6USbBURbMBn9AEfIiFdlUHpIVaouPG-SSrumJX_kCrHA5HfmOBc-gz1PGyFAeV5cqIQJMrH1N7sE2wLRQQfQ45PCtqrmK0g/s320/DSCN0826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371656686317071538" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A couple months ago I had found a big shoe box full of old thread. It must have been my great grandma's because the spools were all wooden. My mom could never throw anything away, so I sorted through the box and got rid of any empty and almost empty spools. I found a bunch of spools marked "pure silk" and wondered if that really meant it was silk. I don't know why I don't trust the spool, maybe it's really cotton, but they called it silk because it was really strong and shiny or something. I don't know. But I separated all the silk spools and set them aside to use some day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicYSSrxxB27NUXvOMjh9o06oYOmfI4V6qXq9eWCxceuYl6AZmSjjYbQkrfkDuo3Ij9lwNUF4dQYDEfbWJSRL6DeHzukk7vk6Pz-FsZPe6MAqW1wy0QPhufGcdRiiqvtaU6Xsk/s1600-h/DSCN0828.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicYSSrxxB27NUXvOMjh9o06oYOmfI4V6qXq9eWCxceuYl6AZmSjjYbQkrfkDuo3Ij9lwNUF4dQYDEfbWJSRL6DeHzukk7vk6Pz-FsZPe6MAqW1wy0QPhufGcdRiiqvtaU6Xsk/s320/DSCN0828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371656699107881986" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifC7S5cR0h1AXT9-38yEZFhEXdaefXTUWf_-wvxH7VKb45d-JFbORs6poujMParwQDDqn4Yo5m-5L9u355sdQUxftSHtHCGdK03r8xY7gX0p_mzcV2R1kEZydWazOnZc2YsK4/s1600-h/DSCN0830.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifC7S5cR0h1AXT9-38yEZFhEXdaefXTUWf_-wvxH7VKb45d-JFbORs6poujMParwQDDqn4Yo5m-5L9u355sdQUxftSHtHCGdK03r8xY7gX0p_mzcV2R1kEZydWazOnZc2YsK4/s320/DSCN0830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371656706227309794" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So in the spaces where I left empty pockets between rows of stitching I used the "pure silk" thread to make smaller rows of stitches . It's not that visible from a distance, but up close I think it looks neat. So far I've only used a reddish color for the smaller patches of stitching. I think I'll do the whole thing that way before I decide to add another color. I thought maybe of adding patches of some french knots. We'll see. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWTfFfPdLZtZ8Qz9sbIusmoDrji6oA-7f22sReHu343rQCdfIERyRbbyn4D-2oS4bhu8KVMGvMkicj6c0TMF8KbjVw7DlNffqLcou8Ltm9Ullojj5UNP-ocQSrOHu00lIl-kM/s1600-h/DSCN0827.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWTfFfPdLZtZ8Qz9sbIusmoDrji6oA-7f22sReHu343rQCdfIERyRbbyn4D-2oS4bhu8KVMGvMkicj6c0TMF8KbjVw7DlNffqLcou8Ltm9Ullojj5UNP-ocQSrOHu00lIl-kM/s320/DSCN0827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371657899990073426" border="0" /></a><br />What do you think so far? I'm not sure that the patches of red are even necessary. And I think my pictures are kind of crappy today, so maybe you won't even be able to tell me what you think.<br /><br />Today I will try to continue with my productivity. I have to work all day, and all of my <a href="http://www.etsy.com">Etsy</a> listings have expired, so I need to put some things on there to sell. I have quite a few new things, so I'll let you know when they are up. <a href="http://www.rmkushdesign.com">Ryan's website</a> needs to be updated with some new show info too. So, on that note... I am stepping away from the computer. Not to return until I have accomplished at least 5 hours of work. Wish me luck!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15618126.post-3165260782622555942009-08-10T08:08:00.005-04:002017-02-09T14:33:54.231-05:00Oh yeah, I got married<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms";">I haven't been blogging like I said I wanted to. I have no excuses. Just laziness. The laziness has spread to many aspects of life lately. I got a good swift kick in the pants and really need to stay on top of the blog and also MAKE the time to do the things that<span style="font-style: italic;"> I </span>want to do.<br /><br />So, In the time I've been away since January I just got married; no big whoop. 😜 hehe<br /><br />So many details and stories to tell... 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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSSTau3wGyhCAIDm5HtAHJvwedKWI7ErOWEQ4GKOMVD-8rVHcMizOfyha9MLa7C4qebvHYE22m59zMylLVAkjiOM8fqOtqbWgrK4RBLzErtGiEPvjsEYX73bgSeLnk13Ydw0g/s1600-h/Wed_1692.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368317729951001570" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSSTau3wGyhCAIDm5HtAHJvwedKWI7ErOWEQ4GKOMVD-8rVHcMizOfyha9MLa7C4qebvHYE22m59zMylLVAkjiOM8fqOtqbWgrK4RBLzErtGiEPvjsEYX73bgSeLnk13Ydw0g/s320/Wed_1692.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" /></a>When I couldn't find the cake toppers to purchase anywhere, I told Ryan what I had pictured, and he used leftovers from our first Christmas tree to hand-carve these two little birdies. He is amazing!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTnfvSdPe-GHnW3fxXlejcbU1b2qZVyd0vAB55BS2OXYDUPcb23OvBbeEQ4DwL_blRvbxkC3KNdmlSOmT3ATT1ZdV0nC5DtUGWUEzOYEEd4KQPBaWQBCuiVdtF70ljuyBNCx0/s1600-h/Wed_1710.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368317732911877362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTnfvSdPe-GHnW3fxXlejcbU1b2qZVyd0vAB55BS2OXYDUPcb23OvBbeEQ4DwL_blRvbxkC3KNdmlSOmT3ATT1ZdV0nC5DtUGWUEzOYEEd4KQPBaWQBCuiVdtF70ljuyBNCx0/s320/Wed_1710.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>mmmmmmmm cake!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3LK-p6m4-gsUZvwuy_bGFYAWM1fSaqaptskwtGchQDnkzS29HfivDrMh5rID0GK2bhRw-L0XyojXbGR8GtsHBb4OfT2PQHvCUXGM0AzzoAkJLgDZ6W63TP5rDiS5zRlpVtDo/s1600-h/Wed_1961.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368318851767440210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3LK-p6m4-gsUZvwuy_bGFYAWM1fSaqaptskwtGchQDnkzS29HfivDrMh5rID0GK2bhRw-L0XyojXbGR8GtsHBb4OfT2PQHvCUXGM0AzzoAkJLgDZ6W63TP5rDiS5zRlpVtDo/s320/Wed_1961.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>Ryan successfully retrieved the garter!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKEOxRDps-yuZarm7xIKiSktTDAb4knjjN1dTK9fKw8dVHboJOhQqBaVH4I3ulfQUisZtXZC-4jONY2FblnPRA0RRAxftz_fiIIlfvJAP9Aeb2wbQuIsoXvyfYtDDyg9My08A/s1600-h/Wed_1971.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368318854281761042" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKEOxRDps-yuZarm7xIKiSktTDAb4knjjN1dTK9fKw8dVHboJOhQqBaVH4I3ulfQUisZtXZC-4jONY2FblnPRA0RRAxftz_fiIIlfvJAP9Aeb2wbQuIsoXvyfYtDDyg9My08A/s320/Wed_1971.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" /></a><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1UkTpQcc8LZ1Wa2JHW8_XmkdArc2HlTE6gC75q7Mli4X8BiQiLAHviB33Z3DYIUUiGhsEeiyxiq0lnBhDeJo2YxvdccgoyRpjcPwAjxlI_sr62SboOyB4nWruIwhWkOY1oZ8/s1600-h/Wed_2084.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368318864606944082" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1UkTpQcc8LZ1Wa2JHW8_XmkdArc2HlTE6gC75q7Mli4X8BiQiLAHviB33Z3DYIUUiGhsEeiyxiq0lnBhDeJo2YxvdccgoyRpjcPwAjxlI_sr62SboOyB4nWruIwhWkOY1oZ8/s320/Wed_2084.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>And of course... the Chicken Dance!<br />
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So, that was our wedding... about 9 months of planning, a lot of money, a lot of misunderstandings, agreements and disagreements, for about 8 hours of fun. Totally worth it.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15618126.post-18369021206616755332009-01-15T08:47:00.013-05:002009-01-15T10:03:46.844-05:00Cheap and Not-So-Cheap ThrillsFirst things first, let's get the most important news out of the way.<br />I have new sock yarn. Yep, that's the most exciting thing going on right now, and believe me, in my current state I will take any little thrill I can get! I was reading someone's blog the other day and clicked over to a pattern and then saw a link for a contest, clicked that and saw the word "Sale" on the sock yarn store, clicked that, and only 2 minutes later I had new yarn on it's way to my house. It was such an impulse buy, but at only $24, including shipping, I got TWO skeins of Arucania sock yarn and it arrived yesterday. Perfectly timed arrival too, as I was having a shitty morning.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikp7i8wKzaPbtSmAK81xYGoFwV8p6xyB3CY5JugBdmQhpRs4PvSZXm5d6LIGHa0g-RtDyxMktmnCNrwC_y5MyEz67umjIscCkvcJ2DRtJyFq8Os_vB0f3neukTAkOwyvF3UIU/s1600-h/sockyarn.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikp7i8wKzaPbtSmAK81xYGoFwV8p6xyB3CY5JugBdmQhpRs4PvSZXm5d6LIGHa0g-RtDyxMktmnCNrwC_y5MyEz67umjIscCkvcJ2DRtJyFq8Os_vB0f3neukTAkOwyvF3UIU/s320/sockyarn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291519213890562882" border="0" /></a><br />The solid skein is actually a gorgeous dusty purple, it looks more gray in this photo. I plan to make socks and use the purple as the toe and heel. Then, I'll have to use some leftovers of another skein to make purple socks with contrasting toe and heel. (I bought my mom a ball of this yarn in a blue and purple colorway. I can use that to go with the purple, it will be PERFECT! That brings up a question for another day about an in process sock she was working on before she died.)<br /><br />On another side note, Shannon... I LOVE MY NEW CAMERA!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiubvJvL6z_vhQOyKHORsK_0RIY3Hrq8RZ9f5_IShwhih5ekblMya5gsg26XAe0mpqkQwIO_1MDDKr1nq8IlJeDxz4IMz8zSoYWPOXiBMPQbnowoTTbfCJmnl-bavruJ33t8vg/s1600-h/sock+closeup.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiubvJvL6z_vhQOyKHORsK_0RIY3Hrq8RZ9f5_IShwhih5ekblMya5gsg26XAe0mpqkQwIO_1MDDKr1nq8IlJeDxz4IMz8zSoYWPOXiBMPQbnowoTTbfCJmnl-bavruJ33t8vg/s320/sock+closeup.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291520232517099490" border="0" /></a>My old digital camera was only about 5 years old, but that is probably about 50 years in technology time.<br /><br />Ok, so there's the exciting news out of the way. Next to tell you about Christmas gifts.<br />I had many many projects to finish before Christmas. I was working on a pair of socks for Ryan using <a href="http://www.knitpicks.com/">Knit Picks</a> Risatta. He got one... the other is ready to turn the heel.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsGY9jGWbA8sDmc_F5qPTTHHk0uueRakywzFLsOsOv7dgK0xlRw444oVVnQQ67C6QSak-LSCYK5MKOtogkLzyQltbwgZLj5QxH0gG7FESY53xaMh5ikdMDjekflGeDHF7GQbA/s1600-h/Ryan+sock.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsGY9jGWbA8sDmc_F5qPTTHHk0uueRakywzFLsOsOv7dgK0xlRw444oVVnQQ67C6QSak-LSCYK5MKOtogkLzyQltbwgZLj5QxH0gG7FESY53xaMh5ikdMDjekflGeDHF7GQbA/s320/Ryan+sock.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291523687594805634" border="0" /></a><br />The other Christmas project was a pair of thrummed mittens for Shannon. One is done, the other is about 5 inches in, I'm ready to put the thumb stitches on a stitch holder.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-oMKORrTPqh-ihggpjJ0zZ8hlnR3nbkCh964U5ma8UwPzcItDXv-4LbqroQ4yreM1-J3A6KauGlL28oQ7Gd9LAiQpLkfEe2fO206q9x43vdY5fofEyQ5lcRgoZTh5qhzgY_Q/s1600-h/2nd+mitten.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-oMKORrTPqh-ihggpjJ0zZ8hlnR3nbkCh964U5ma8UwPzcItDXv-4LbqroQ4yreM1-J3A6KauGlL28oQ7Gd9LAiQpLkfEe2fO206q9x43vdY5fofEyQ5lcRgoZTh5qhzgY_Q/s320/2nd+mitten.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291524313148072738" border="0" /></a><br />I have a small box of stuff to send Shannon this week, so my goal is to get it done and include it in that box.<br /><br />But, (there's always a "but") I have been casting on new projects left and right over here. I knit a whole baby bootie that I didn't like so there won't be a second one. I cast on for a <a href="http://knitty.com/ISSUEwinter06/PATTcalorimetry.html">Calorimetry</a> using straight needles, and needed a circular to fit all 120 stitches onto, and didn't want to get up to get one, so there that project sits. Then I also cast on for a neat little headband I stumbled upon on <a href="http://pepperknit.com/blog/archives/244">Pepperknits</a> that uses leftover sock yarn. I have tons of that and boy do I need a headband! I was at the drug store last week and they wanted to charge $8 for ONE cheap-looking black spandex thing. So, I am totally enthralled and entertained by this simple 4-row repeat project. And I'm using leftover <a href="http://textilestockpile.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-august-michigan-fiber-festival.html">sock yarn</a> that I LOVE LOVE LOVE from the Michigan Fiber Festival. It is just striping way more beautifully than the socks did and I am getting such a cheap thrill from this project that I want to just work on it all day!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixk3v_hlP1XLciG35HpcHGBu1LwI1JlOr0aR4BADF5pMWcjXr2wIftOe6tvSXYOT85lHNkExP7t0PnIPC4ap-pyRVyqNktaIqwaqWeOVnSNW48coH8ze6ruAVzEJLsRu-oTsw/s1600-h/headband.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixk3v_hlP1XLciG35HpcHGBu1LwI1JlOr0aR4BADF5pMWcjXr2wIftOe6tvSXYOT85lHNkExP7t0PnIPC4ap-pyRVyqNktaIqwaqWeOVnSNW48coH8ze6ruAVzEJLsRu-oTsw/s320/headband.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291524996065233042" border="0" /></a>So that is the competition for Ryan's second sock and Shannon's second mitten (and of course, actual work I have to do for a paycheck). Pretty fierce competition.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisZ3kdWmlXGc0aWiVeVR6eg_-mLK72TatKZhas2g1P5IoQBST5g2pcKvDYkbZEtce2oFZGv6Oz2xrWNsPb9hzOgt9JdRGAJ_xRdJMyzlbwgfA8RuocGq8sBWmbNEkGYR5YvxU/s1600-h/heandband+close.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisZ3kdWmlXGc0aWiVeVR6eg_-mLK72TatKZhas2g1P5IoQBST5g2pcKvDYkbZEtce2oFZGv6Oz2xrWNsPb9hzOgt9JdRGAJ_xRdJMyzlbwgfA8RuocGq8sBWmbNEkGYR5YvxU/s320/heandband+close.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291527369346952050" border="0" /></a>LOVE the new camera! Thanks Shannon, Love you too!<br /><br />And one last little thrill. It amazes me after someone close to you dies, how important their STUFF becomes. Things they probably never looked at once it was thoughtfully placed on a shelf, their impulse purchases that they didn't like any more, their yarn that they coveted and never used because they were waiting for the PERFECT pattern. Every time I go to my mom's house since she's been gone, little things catch my eye. There are the obvious things, like, the sock box that Ryan made for her, the quilt I made for her, anything in her handwriting, old photographs and Christmas ornaments. Every time I go I come home with a bag full of stuff. Sometimes it is something that I need that now don't have to buy. Other times it's just a nick-nack that catches my eye. The most recent visit, I saw this cute little lamb, sitting on a lawn chair. He just spoke to me and I had to take him home. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT23EniQDn76yO_ripgf3V4mSndK4Gb0L-Rgg4M8VwfsRF3o0UMltSJZmd5rAWAztMhXO2rjcVzXAXxzoevsRRQjtsKQw_ApYUVddcI-c8tDe7zSy4GAK7Eh7z9vPd2B32MwE/s1600-h/mum's+lamb.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT23EniQDn76yO_ripgf3V4mSndK4Gb0L-Rgg4M8VwfsRF3o0UMltSJZmd5rAWAztMhXO2rjcVzXAXxzoevsRRQjtsKQw_ApYUVddcI-c8tDe7zSy4GAK7Eh7z9vPd2B32MwE/s320/mum's+lamb.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291528569143903570" border="0" /></a><br />So I put him on a shelf in my sewing room next to a card that I gave Mommy for Mothers day in 2001. He makes me smile when I look in his direction. <br /><br />So tonight is my first Wedding Dress Fitting! My bridesmaid Kristy is coming and so is my future Mom-in-law (I'm going to say "mom-in-law" becuase it doesn't have that bad connotation that "mother-in-law" does, because she is certainly not "one of THOSE". And I am NOT saying that because I know she reads this, Hi Gayle!) I had forgotten about the dress fitting, and on New Years Day I was changing the calendar over to January when I saw "Dress Fitting, 6pm" staring me in the face and it felt like someone punched me in the stomach. The first wedding thing that Mommy can't be here for. I panicked and immediately got on the phone with Kristy to see if she could come with me. It is going to be fun and it's really going to suck at the same time. <br />I have to make the best of the situation. This WILL be my only wedding, this will only happen once and I have to start getting excited about all the little details again. It was destined to be this way, and I have accepted that. That doesn't mean I have to like it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15618126.post-33644249883477844652009-01-09T12:10:00.011-05:002009-01-09T13:10:58.396-05:00A brand new sewing room for the new year!So, I've been taking some time off work the past couple weeks, to let my mind and body mend after the shock of losing Mom. I decided to use this time, in combination with some money I got for Christmas to get new carpet for the sewing room. I have been wanting carpet in there since before it became my sewing room in February 2007. I also wanted to get the carpet in this week so that I could clean out the sewing room and rearrange the furniture and give me a project for a couple days. So I went to the Carpet Outlet in Adrian, MI and looked for a remnant for less than $100. I found a lot of very nice things, some way out of my budget and some that were just close enough to work. So I picked out a nice off-white berber and we came back the next day with the truck to pick it up. I hadn't yet thought of how it was going to be installed, with what tools or who was going to do it. I just had to have carpet... it was going to happen.<br />So here is a before picture of the total mess that was my sewing room only two days ago.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirxVG7422k9OHNLMcEm3Ge7VFX_1TBCXTY2TgfDIzNoL9MS185ZqAU-sQDSJ2CDRX5VcQI_NgqZ-NlJh_j0qkJoQGjrGuMk2UTHF3K47GF4RJTNx3iNTviJFYYQE8BBDhbHUg/s1600-h/before.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirxVG7422k9OHNLMcEm3Ge7VFX_1TBCXTY2TgfDIzNoL9MS185ZqAU-sQDSJ2CDRX5VcQI_NgqZ-NlJh_j0qkJoQGjrGuMk2UTHF3K47GF4RJTNx3iNTviJFYYQE8BBDhbHUg/s320/before.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289349020628927362" border="0" /></a>Note the wood floors: pretty but cold and hard. Bella doesn't even like to stay in there with me during the day while I work.<br /><br />Wednesday morning I got to work packing up the sewing room. Our house is fairly small, so I had to stack everything up on top of, around and under the dining room table. We had to disassemble my sewing table, and take the doors off the closet.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRJzCUa-Nrh_md7FSLYFh8gwERg9aE4fwsJfH26hMuDXi7uxpBSPKIGzSYvm3yQFQagi233IF7glLAH92tW9wcoXFfSZRuS7L7lq299FXJTSvCNfYoXepCq-RvFhyEQonrryA/s1600-h/removetrim.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRJzCUa-Nrh_md7FSLYFh8gwERg9aE4fwsJfH26hMuDXi7uxpBSPKIGzSYvm3yQFQagi233IF7glLAH92tW9wcoXFfSZRuS7L7lq299FXJTSvCNfYoXepCq-RvFhyEQonrryA/s320/removetrim.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289351017491708882" border="0" /></a><br />Then Ryan pulled up all the trim while I drove to the lumber yard to rent the tools. It was only $30 per day to rent the big power stretcher (that we may have broken) and the knee bumper.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPSPMHIisrVY4W35C_t_ughA5So3ZBsLo6NXGQY5kXkR0UazqU9Tzbn6cDkZ9xYZrQmDO55KNLlxDr-TeOKhJ7w0rO5PNtV7vCS8kbVJ1yfj0dioDqI-aDYHrOZffmNjw6-Ms/s1600-h/poundnails.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPSPMHIisrVY4W35C_t_ughA5So3ZBsLo6NXGQY5kXkR0UazqU9Tzbn6cDkZ9xYZrQmDO55KNLlxDr-TeOKhJ7w0rO5PNtV7vCS8kbVJ1yfj0dioDqI-aDYHrOZffmNjw6-Ms/s320/poundnails.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289351628300861330" border="0" /></a><br />When I got back I pounded all the nails out of the trim. It only took two nails before I asked, "How much would it cost to just buy new trim?" So I went to Lowe's.com and looked for our molding and got my answer. At least $80. That's more than we wanted to spend, so I went back to pounding the nails. Then all the holes needed to be filled, the whole thing needed to be sanded and then painted. (all things that never occurred to me when I was buying carpet)<br /><br />Ryan was in the sewing room nailing down the tack strip and stapling down the padding, and I was in the dining room pounding nails out of the trim. Bella was under the dining room table looking very worried. That was a lot of noise, and she was already nervous about me moving all of my stuff out of the sewing room. She followed us with every trip to and from the sewing room to the dining room with arm loads of books and supplies. So as soon as we laid the carpet out in the sewing room, she planted herself on it. I think she really just wanted to help.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNasf-_YyQRXFIOAG06jKKScoaCjTfTIIYvM_IzKPG47x00-uCY0AlukRbK9ezbvwWmEIoNfXop8GEVv89ERonmpGQaGByCjDpyBPfKPH42quNuVI07Y7TDGB5LxSXoUqqmf4/s1600-h/blla+helps.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNasf-_YyQRXFIOAG06jKKScoaCjTfTIIYvM_IzKPG47x00-uCY0AlukRbK9ezbvwWmEIoNfXop8GEVv89ERonmpGQaGByCjDpyBPfKPH42quNuVI07Y7TDGB5LxSXoUqqmf4/s320/blla+helps.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289353127743707570" border="0" /></a><br />Except that Ryan was on the other side of the room trying to pull the carpet into the corner. Not so easy with a 30 pound fur ball sitting on the other end.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCACrXqw8_BPPPnLi3KZmM9Mc6DGB1A77QosYqOFCfxPd42IQqAcqzJHWNesqph1ERb31LMukKLEbDPOwL9HK8vapxFrhJ_-YlFHvLWJbsa0wy8D0SaZXcEeQZ0V30tp-pntg/s1600-h/ryan+pulls.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCACrXqw8_BPPPnLi3KZmM9Mc6DGB1A77QosYqOFCfxPd42IQqAcqzJHWNesqph1ERb31LMukKLEbDPOwL9HK8vapxFrhJ_-YlFHvLWJbsa0wy8D0SaZXcEeQZ0V30tp-pntg/s320/ryan+pulls.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289353624290283906" border="0" /></a><br />At about 10:00 last night, the carpet was pulled, pounded, stretched and we think, finally in place and the trim was freshly painted and nailed back onto the wall, closet doors were back up where they belong. So we assembled my table, and moved the rest of my stuff back in. Here it is!!! (it's still pretty messy and unorganized, but it will probably never be spotless and uncluttered)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRSHRe3_PvohK6BwxI722UDzwXJSsuMpZx6vR9hoN9KXQjEHD_LgMMZ8PoVZIFkbNTqMYLNX0cyOXOMl-WBsROVRUqxDH3GfOjLZdrWYqEm3BdDvQerpEHsbTcoDNM6BCP6nI/s1600-h/finished.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRSHRe3_PvohK6BwxI722UDzwXJSsuMpZx6vR9hoN9KXQjEHD_LgMMZ8PoVZIFkbNTqMYLNX0cyOXOMl-WBsROVRUqxDH3GfOjLZdrWYqEm3BdDvQerpEHsbTcoDNM6BCP6nI/s320/finished.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289354629651291810" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And this is what a guy looks like after his first time ever laying carpet.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyO_qWCZw3utVnXkPcTQgwR-0ohE89feNimkzBWj8t0pY-7lTGZLcVWWOmK8XWshFeogakpcTUAZjBLDHDIkiPb1Z6yhMl-yPGd5WZtw7bleYkJZHuEgA3qEx7tmcJ5cKjd8I/s1600-h/pooped.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyO_qWCZw3utVnXkPcTQgwR-0ohE89feNimkzBWj8t0pY-7lTGZLcVWWOmK8XWshFeogakpcTUAZjBLDHDIkiPb1Z6yhMl-yPGd5WZtw7bleYkJZHuEgA3qEx7tmcJ5cKjd8I/s320/pooped.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289355405144244434" border="0" /></a><br />After only watching one or two videos on the This Old House website, and me saying, "I remember when my parents hired a guy to lay their carpet I saw him do this..." I'm sure that was very helpful, since I was probably 14 the last time my parents got new carpet. And I'm sure I was paying such close attention! Ryan did a great job. Never complained, never threw any tools, didn't break anything (except maybe the rented stretcher, but I think it can be fixed) and we only lost the carpet knife once; right before we needed it and found it after the room was finished. Naturally. <br /><br />What a guy. I love that I can call him on the way home from the store and say, "I just bought carpet" and less than a week later, that carpet is in our house, perfectly installed and no one is mad at the other one.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15618126.post-16178265815170510652009-01-03T09:05:00.005-05:002009-01-03T17:37:02.305-05:00The finished project of 2008The only other things I didn't mention in my previous post, are the stuff that I have this blog for, the art stuff. I had one major project that I started in April and finished in... November. It was a big one though, so I guess 6 months or so isn't too bad.<br /><br />I started with the leftover fabric that I dyed for the background of my <a href="http://textilestockpile.blogspot.com/2006/02/full-of-smartness.html">X's quilt</a>. I cut half of each color into 4.25 inch squares and then cut leaf shapes out of the other half of each color. I arranged the squares on my design wall and then fused them to the batting, with extra room all the way around.<br /><br />My original idea was to have a leaf in each background square. So I pinned them all up, varying the color combinations.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicf9TFt4HIVksTLoRbKag1d_dysS7gLFsF47V0I7Y21kC7FuOC0Mnlr2juhIBsF7QIpJyUMPW4pywQZK3DwjDOskgyNe52DjijXdmZCh0ZwNF105VhRpcLsXThxHcpeRVb5BU/s1600-h/leafinabox.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicf9TFt4HIVksTLoRbKag1d_dysS7gLFsF47V0I7Y21kC7FuOC0Mnlr2juhIBsF7QIpJyUMPW4pywQZK3DwjDOskgyNe52DjijXdmZCh0ZwNF105VhRpcLsXThxHcpeRVb5BU/s320/leafinabox.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287193193258966082" border="0" /></a>That seemed pretty boring when I finally saw it all together. I liked, it, but it wasn't anything special. So I added some more leaves and moved some around, so it looked more "messy" and I was happy with it.<br /><br />All of that only took two evenings to accomplish. The quilting was what took the most time. I used a tight satin stitch to sew the veins and stem on each leaf, and then did free motion quilting everywhere else. And the result is:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicYQcuDc6KdAWWafpRm3RmtvPXixovDh9bE0oDkEkB1dNhtncuM07kvqENYa_Czhyphenhyphen56p7_qj5OHgz6wAC_yj5MF3aXluZfwKNza2eGlVINVXf71GpOKtlLnL1Q7LffbIbLyaE/s1600-h/leaves.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicYQcuDc6KdAWWafpRm3RmtvPXixovDh9bE0oDkEkB1dNhtncuM07kvqENYa_Czhyphenhyphen56p7_qj5OHgz6wAC_yj5MF3aXluZfwKNza2eGlVINVXf71GpOKtlLnL1Q7LffbIbLyaE/s320/leaves.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287198865831245874" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghLDgBJCA6tE-tupNFhMgeNjzjnWvG7X-sbMJ9tVfYRGbPoxU4KyJpCiBgVVI6UsFZ3IpgaGCN0M3qxPPH8P2LFHXLU4p7ULaZStGow-gTOImFnmJFH6DWFDEcm9EYMsCftvc/s1600-h/close-up.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghLDgBJCA6tE-tupNFhMgeNjzjnWvG7X-sbMJ9tVfYRGbPoxU4KyJpCiBgVVI6UsFZ3IpgaGCN0M3qxPPH8P2LFHXLU4p7ULaZStGow-gTOImFnmJFH6DWFDEcm9EYMsCftvc/s320/close-up.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287198870528272050" border="0" /></a>This is one of my favorite finished projects I've done. The colors are very soothing and I think the overall design is pleasing and has interesting focal points without being too realistic or representational. The only thing I could still do to it is clip all the threads on the back. Does anyone know if that is necessary if it were to be in a show? Do the judges look at the backs of the wall quilts?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15618126.post-10619138733161209022009-01-01T16:37:00.014-05:002009-01-01T18:35:14.878-05:00The Ups and Downs of 2008The year in review, since it has been that long since I've posted.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">January 2008</span><br />Ryan has life threatening sinus infection. Needs emergency surgery. Has no health insurance.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;" >Judge's score: </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">1</span></span><br />We qualify for Charity Care discount and get most of our bills covered at 90%<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Score: 7.5</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">April 2008</span><br />April fools day, I make dinner that looks like poop in the grass, but is really meatloaf and rice.<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Score: 9.8</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz4azbU3c2PIFPUp2pP7KHC1mKw8VyDsL2ylWvuXUuTZ3H-UvFyLa7kGRHavqoBszmZaftqbYP3Xiui9I7peSSPoS36_1xmbhxlRfuu4y364chYs2-L0wDQ-oNg5f2aG1mM-c/s1600-h/dinner.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz4azbU3c2PIFPUp2pP7KHC1mKw8VyDsL2ylWvuXUuTZ3H-UvFyLa7kGRHavqoBszmZaftqbYP3Xiui9I7peSSPoS36_1xmbhxlRfuu4y364chYs2-L0wDQ-oNg5f2aG1mM-c/s320/dinner.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286444177009161474" border="0" /></a><br />My birthday: a wonderful two-day long celebration that included wine, yummy food and yarn.<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Score: 10</span><br /><br />I had a kidney stone.<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Score: 2</span><br />I have health insurance and I took lots of vicodin and slept for two days<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Score: 8</span><br />I passed the stone at home<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Score: 6 </span>(there's another stone waiting in there to wreak havoc another day)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Tlzajoc0EkciZ7yJZY0WGQbzmzliMEGEXN3Q3TQ9hvKxZPPQXWWYLybAk6gF42MGTd7hPt5GIdRCUX0gHJv1Jahnd23INFnyTwgp4Z6d0qJQyhnTAoEps9WWlChvSv5e_Sw/s1600-h/stone.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Tlzajoc0EkciZ7yJZY0WGQbzmzliMEGEXN3Q3TQ9hvKxZPPQXWWYLybAk6gF42MGTd7hPt5GIdRCUX0gHJv1Jahnd23INFnyTwgp4Z6d0qJQyhnTAoEps9WWlChvSv5e_Sw/s320/stone.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286445840913544786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">May 2008</span><br />We find a family of baby birds in our back yard that are learning to fly<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Score: 10</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpNZQRQ1lkYZhCyGX-tPi_obZLiNdaHrZir5qzsrJYt88jc3gGIuAdEMixTO1nF-MuYFmqPTgzl5EYiU-qtpZqR_eXfCIuWpTZHpPy6hgidNwoye7I2xN7vuTA1SyJzzjQKyY/s1600-h/baby+bird.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpNZQRQ1lkYZhCyGX-tPi_obZLiNdaHrZir5qzsrJYt88jc3gGIuAdEMixTO1nF-MuYFmqPTgzl5EYiU-qtpZqR_eXfCIuWpTZHpPy6hgidNwoye7I2xN7vuTA1SyJzzjQKyY/s320/baby+bird.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286451094363213810" border="0" /></a>Bella finds family of baby birds in our backyard that are learning to fly<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Score: 2</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">June 2008</span><br />Ryan has a sinus infection again. Goes to doctor for drugs and is told to go to the hospital for pre-op bloodwork.<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Score: -4</span><br />We still qualify for Charity Care discount<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Score: 8.5</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">July 2008</span><br />I get engaged! Ryan asks me to marry him on the two year anniversary of closing on our house! I say yes!<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Score: 10</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic1tXdUMcDFZyKFpQ-JDDCMJYCrFxk6pQ89HXg0KrgeQotNDPuVw9LZ-YbRxsMaRGTcAh_JqnDAcIKa5IgGMnymhDqYk20uqItDJq4ywGIlvDiSZu1uTBqdYD1ebI1uCk_aBQ/s1600-h/ring.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic1tXdUMcDFZyKFpQ-JDDCMJYCrFxk6pQ89HXg0KrgeQotNDPuVw9LZ-YbRxsMaRGTcAh_JqnDAcIKa5IgGMnymhDqYk20uqItDJq4ywGIlvDiSZu1uTBqdYD1ebI1uCk_aBQ/s320/ring.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286448949526312834" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">August 2008</span><br />I harvest the few vegetables that grew in my mostly weed covered garden<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Score: 6</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDUO-lPxbY0CmvKq7Z_T3TF0JOaIgCdGa5DQEOYaRAEtdIuDC2KQleXCyTExqThjKcFb4mnNZ3lXXUMVYDeYmH63pyWcQU0I_Y5YkZya7P-H5W0cnf9cBF1Wz4WErSKTVKRdE/s1600-h/carrot.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDUO-lPxbY0CmvKq7Z_T3TF0JOaIgCdGa5DQEOYaRAEtdIuDC2KQleXCyTExqThjKcFb4mnNZ3lXXUMVYDeYmH63pyWcQU0I_Y5YkZya7P-H5W0cnf9cBF1Wz4WErSKTVKRdE/s320/carrot.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286449466419090834" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">September 2008</span><br />Bella turns two<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Score: 9</span><br />Bella is still a puppy<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Score: 7</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcaUN7ETy5tDshFXxqG9JeDGixJvAgPyv89ShD1HAehdiRl84qx_Ibzfug2JJbPw-G-fdtB9uesieJ0GWKIxG20ouzDw1O5IXeg7rKIQqyS8V0588pe_ECATSgpkX6ppfpePU/s1600-h/bella.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcaUN7ETy5tDshFXxqG9JeDGixJvAgPyv89ShD1HAehdiRl84qx_Ibzfug2JJbPw-G-fdtB9uesieJ0GWKIxG20ouzDw1O5IXeg7rKIQqyS8V0588pe_ECATSgpkX6ppfpePU/s320/bella.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286451733427787554" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">October 2008</span><br />My mom and I pick out and purchase my wedding dress<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Score: 10</span> (no pictures, in case Ryan reads this)<br /><br />Engagement photo session with my friend and Bridesmaid Kristy<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Score: 10</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6a_VEynPZrJvAAAEML-HuWOBHKQrRUboAeHfd5PK7wpHkhNEDlHkhF0YaSnuBR5zaO7_5VWQ0D2Smpox7NyuR8gzKVsucIu6kFf8GfOSdtGkzNyEKBivkrnwTUN8X48uYM8U/s1600-h/favorite.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6a_VEynPZrJvAAAEML-HuWOBHKQrRUboAeHfd5PK7wpHkhNEDlHkhF0YaSnuBR5zaO7_5VWQ0D2Smpox7NyuR8gzKVsucIu6kFf8GfOSdtGkzNyEKBivkrnwTUN8X48uYM8U/s320/favorite.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286457100406637666" border="0" /></a><br />We are goofy<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Score: 8.5</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8lMnoa-5zI2UWJ0LvaVN_JVeibcL6ZO8pMNNk4BvtsqOdqs2sDKgKaTGUZWFIPzPP_VeVsXyp9l4AuphP5_Aed2iiSAZDmJsYMSurGZVAhOH_z6_uwIU_c17qeo9NAmCvvq4/s1600-h/goofy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8lMnoa-5zI2UWJ0LvaVN_JVeibcL6ZO8pMNNk4BvtsqOdqs2sDKgKaTGUZWFIPzPP_VeVsXyp9l4AuphP5_Aed2iiSAZDmJsYMSurGZVAhOH_z6_uwIU_c17qeo9NAmCvvq4/s320/goofy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286457103951555362" border="0" /></a><br />It must have been the windiest day of the year<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Score: 3.75</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Ue3kJp8wy0Z5xDpeElJG2WBEFdSUTX2dH1v899z-bvlCiTb8jolN5WvsholDd1VunaVO40hsWTI3k0ZWq-FBtA7Sb0FHfPZ6wL8X_gLKHosaepCRygFVEBnxkotFZgWDpys/s1600-h/windy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Ue3kJp8wy0Z5xDpeElJG2WBEFdSUTX2dH1v899z-bvlCiTb8jolN5WvsholDd1VunaVO40hsWTI3k0ZWq-FBtA7Sb0FHfPZ6wL8X_gLKHosaepCRygFVEBnxkotFZgWDpys/s320/windy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286457113018597794" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">November 2008</span><br />Shannon comes home from Chicago for Thanksgiving and Dad's birthday. We go out bowling and to a very nice Seafood restaurant in Saline.<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Score: 9 <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">(not a 10 because Leah couldn't be there too)</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">December 2008</span><br />Shannon buys tickets for she and I to go to the Lyric Opera in Chicago to see Porgy and Bess. We spend 2 whole days together shopping, laughing and eating awesome food.<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Score: 10</span><br />I ride the train both ways and DO NOT mis-read my ticket and DO catch both trains<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Score: 10</span><br /><br />Saturday the 20th. I spend the whole day, from 11am until almost midnight at my mom's house baking cookies, chatting and even threw in a trip to the new(ish) Plum Market in Ann Arbor.<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Score: 9.9 </span> (not a 10 because the day is just never long enough!)<br />Sunday the 21st. Ryan and I go bowling with his parents for his dad's birthday. I get a Turkey (that's THREE strikes in a row)! and my final score is 163! My best ever!<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Score: 10</span><br />Tuesday the 23rd. Wake up and get the kitchen cleaned up and ready for a whole day of baking bread for Christmas presents.<br />10:48 Call Mom because my kitchen Aid mixer is acting up. No answer, wonder why.<br />11:19 Text Mom to tell her Ryan fixed my mixer. No response, think it's strange.<br />noon Call Mom at home. No answer, get worried.<br />1:45 Call Mom on her cell again. No answer, really really worried.<br />2 something. my cell phone rings, it's the Washtenaw County Police, calling from my Dad's cell phone. They identify themselves and ask for Ryan. I start shaking uncontrollably.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGbK22Mr-K2tafwzfnngJ1PeGVMmv8CiIqzBWe0hOV4Hw9pclDQzfcX4R2Xhz6UnY7nlssFYK9_CVWYr_yST3Y2UP01Yhov4ZI8RW6CevSGyf4ca_SfebkCGFgF59bSUYl0zE/s1600-h/deb_schuyler.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGbK22Mr-K2tafwzfnngJ1PeGVMmv8CiIqzBWe0hOV4Hw9pclDQzfcX4R2Xhz6UnY7nlssFYK9_CVWYr_yST3Y2UP01Yhov4ZI8RW6CevSGyf4ca_SfebkCGFgF59bSUYl0zE/s320/deb_schuyler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286460494780648610" border="0" /></a><br />Deborah Candice Schuyler<br />October 7, 1956 to December 23, 2008<br />My mommy, my best friend.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>The judge has no score for this one. I can barely put my thoughts together for this. I am just completely lost, discouraged, pissed, and just totally totally sad.<br /><br />The rest of Tuesday was spent waiting for Shannon to get home from Chicago, a day earlier than planned, and for Leah to get here from Grand Rapids. <br /><br />Wednesday was Christmas Eve, which we usually spend with Ryan's side of the family. I felt numb and ok enough to go with Ryan to that. It ended up being very nice to be there. I planted myself on his Mimi's couch next to my soon-to-be cousin Deanna (who recently married into the family and also lost her dad two years ago) and was able to participate in Christmas there and also zone-out when I needed to. I got a hug from every single person there and that felt great. After Mimi's party we went to Ryan's parents house for our gift exchanging. I got everything I asked for and more. And everyone else loved what we got them too. <br /><br />Christmas morning we packed up all the gifts and Bella and drove to Chelsea for my family Christmas. My mom had finished her shopping on Monday and had everything wrapped. So we still had presents to open from her. We weren't sure what to do, if we should skip it, or just go on with our usual traditions. We decided we would open things slowly. Open a few gifts, then eat breakfast, open a few more and then lounge and watch a movie. We wanted it to last as long as possible. <br /><br />The first gift I opened was a hand-knit teddy bear, wearing a tiny hand-knit scarf. We all started crying and decided it was time to stop and have breakfast. She knit me that bear and must have been so excited for me to open it on Christmas morning. She had told me a few weeks prior that her tree was up and decorated and there was only one gift under it, and it was for me. I'm sure that was the one. <br /><br />We proceeded through the day; laughing, crying, eating what little we had the appetite for. <br /><br />Friday was the visitation, Saturday the Service. SO many people said wonderful things about my Mommy. Shannon and I both wrote something to be read by Leah. She was the only one of us strong enough to stand up there and speak without crying. Every single person at the service cried. The men you thought never cried in their life were crying. My mom was beautiful, smart, a smart-ass, so creative and talented, an amazing mother, a natural care-giver. There is so much to say that I can't put into words. <br /><br />So, Because I know she loved to read my blog, because once a week was not enough of a visit for her. 2009 will be the year I start blogging again. I WILL work on my own art. I WILL make time for everything and everyone. My mom NEVER said "no" or "I don't have time" or "I can't" to her girls. When I grow up, I want to be just like her. And because you can never say it enough: Love you Mommy!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15618126.post-21806141241294913392008-01-03T10:54:00.000-05:002008-12-09T04:10:05.421-05:00Christmas Re-enactment<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsiW9XgrHyNvucjV_pkXejBpXCIWioMTklexCCWLlOBmdZQ_6iiqxIhAfl2zl-9duIQR7SJcx-moNS1Ut7LWKRO6a_-MQeIUUHSSzo692wTq0f2zYvuhio8NRJeBYwXFTjN-s/s1600-h/tree.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsiW9XgrHyNvucjV_pkXejBpXCIWioMTklexCCWLlOBmdZQ_6iiqxIhAfl2zl-9duIQR7SJcx-moNS1Ut7LWKRO6a_-MQeIUUHSSzo692wTq0f2zYvuhio8NRJeBYwXFTjN-s/s320/tree.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151280308785665138" /></a><br /><br />Here we have our Christmas Tree. It is real. I like real trees. Plus, someone else cut it down and was selling it in town. We didn't want it to die without having it's day of glory. We got the tree a little late in the month, less than a week before Christmas, so the tree is STILL up today. Not for long though. <br /><br />Last year's tree was stripped of all it's branches and the trunk was saved. Ryan kept it out in the shed until this year when he cut the top 5 inches off of it and made my christmas gift this year.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfBXX6IXrASjU3nDM9fBZ6xloVrsATumUWi_cp2f2g7KKmlhVD5dXfrzZgx3OonDzL1H-YCRP8vjIvkCHBCt4Vn_MF9EvQzHKL6wue-CiIHtNHz7e1tiDX15Zwy26Y99Og4q4/s1600-h/snowman.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfBXX6IXrASjU3nDM9fBZ6xloVrsATumUWi_cp2f2g7KKmlhVD5dXfrzZgx3OonDzL1H-YCRP8vjIvkCHBCt4Vn_MF9EvQzHKL6wue-CiIHtNHz7e1tiDX15Zwy26Y99Og4q4/s320/snowman.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151281227908666498" /></a><br /><br />Ryan carved it by hand with an exacto knife out of last year's Christmas tree. Amazing, huh?! The flash kindof washed out the detail. The body is carved in one piece and the little nose is carved too. the eyes and buttons are beads raided from my stash and the hat is fabric that he stiffened with glue. The arms are little sticks from the garden. The arms make me nervous. I try not to touch them, I feel like they will break just by looking at them.<br /><br />I made a few Christmas gifts this year, I made a great hat for my sister. The yarn is Knit Picks sock yarn and the pattern is Chapeau Marneir from <a href="http://knitty.com/ISSUEsummer07/PATTmarnier.html">Knitty</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvkufhOIPD32XDEXmczrjZlRfbklPKPUCOo1S-4HDUL1F7vVr9ZaK6nUibktbqcXH38sXJh8ZW0j9n1YLccv3xdBC4JBNFQRQ9vTFaJ77vGO9d2Hdrtmu3uew2fUeWKrcul5M/s1600-h/hat.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvkufhOIPD32XDEXmczrjZlRfbklPKPUCOo1S-4HDUL1F7vVr9ZaK6nUibktbqcXH38sXJh8ZW0j9n1YLccv3xdBC4JBNFQRQ9vTFaJ77vGO9d2Hdrtmu3uew2fUeWKrcul5M/s320/hat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151285771984065682" /></a> Fortunately her outfit on Christmas morning matched her new hat perfectly!<br /><br />I also made my mom a scarf. While I was out buying her some sock yarn for Christmas, I found some perfect blue Angora blend yarn on clearance. Whenever mom looks at yarn she immediately rubs in on her neck, makes a face, puts it down and then goes back to the sock yarn. Most yarn is too picky for her to wear around her neck. So I hoped that this would be soft enough for her. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVTuDg-c3P0aOPPOklKbZ0XjRzHqqM5nkflDiUQxY6g5jhbVXKv_k0G24AeU6ZDp-Lc4icfBzBqiT4pWDld1HqWrIGWWxEKRmUlhNsedsiLmPfzvCmcE0BO0idFtPW1d_bc0/s1600-h/scarf.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVTuDg-c3P0aOPPOklKbZ0XjRzHqqM5nkflDiUQxY6g5jhbVXKv_k0G24AeU6ZDp-Lc4icfBzBqiT4pWDld1HqWrIGWWxEKRmUlhNsedsiLmPfzvCmcE0BO0idFtPW1d_bc0/s320/scarf.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151287275222619298" /></a><br /><br />The pattern is simple:<br />Knit first three rows<br />K3, * (P2, K2, repeat, ending with a P2), K3<br />Knit back<br />End scarf with three more knit rows.<br /><br />All of the gifts I got are great, here are some highlights. From my parents, I got a Kitchen Aid Mixer!!!!! I thought I was going to have to get married to finally get one. I've already used it to make a carrot cake and it was SO FUN! I love my mixer!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWZqeZhBWWvcS4bL4d5NrJ2MsFVvvv7XVaccdCQ3ApxHxofBaEWWbZnPzgzwTzZX4MhmTCEHEyU6-tkWCi7I64F8RC3P2xHrEl2t2_PpJtHE_XeFt_4JdRFoWTO3O39me269s/s1600-h/mixer.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWZqeZhBWWvcS4bL4d5NrJ2MsFVvvv7XVaccdCQ3ApxHxofBaEWWbZnPzgzwTzZX4MhmTCEHEyU6-tkWCi7I64F8RC3P2xHrEl2t2_PpJtHE_XeFt_4JdRFoWTO3O39me269s/s320/mixer.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151288615252415666" /></a><br /><br />Also in the picture above is my new watering can. It's the tan colored camel on the left. It is metal and must be pretty old. We saw it in the window of a consignment/antique shop and I loved it, but the shop was closed. My mom went back later and found it. It is so fun to use that I am probably over-watering my plants.<br /><br />I got some great books, some that I asked for, and some that were surprises.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheS_yMeyVFwFUHtExs8X2UMJ7_zecd6apS4SoSVzQY284RRkyeAFZbmcfVu4LsbEhcSixR6WOphsxmgCux0N5h0GCBTf3Hs3BUQwQgOBnKZ5yqVCmRhMdonqWe5rlZOb037Xs/s1600-h/books.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheS_yMeyVFwFUHtExs8X2UMJ7_zecd6apS4SoSVzQY284RRkyeAFZbmcfVu4LsbEhcSixR6WOphsxmgCux0N5h0GCBTf3Hs3BUQwQgOBnKZ5yqVCmRhMdonqWe5rlZOb037Xs/s320/books.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151290539397764290" /></a><br /><br />Ryan picked out a great knitting book all by himself; the Knitting Answer Book. So far I've just flipped through it and it seems like it will be a great reference. I got another knitting book that isn't shown in the picture, because it took forever to ship and didn't arrive in time for Christmas. I think the book is Simple Knitted Gifts, or something along those lines. I know it is one I asked for, but I can't remember the title. <br /><br />And of course for Bella, we got her a 34 inch rawhide shaped like a candy cane. We let her open her gift first, so it would keep her busy all morning. She saw me wrapping it just before we left home for Christmas morning at my parents' house. So she was already really excited about it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKmllgZRMl-sbsTE_WtT3UkpKhEiSyJ0ksdrefftlJe0yT2VzfumDslSO-4qmYgTYX1kFJGEdv0SXzmgR5KPeisdo80hGMdM6Lbh_hBeVSOgkxzJ5pS42ffzt_PPlGT2nE4_I/s1600-h/bigbone.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKmllgZRMl-sbsTE_WtT3UkpKhEiSyJ0ksdrefftlJe0yT2VzfumDslSO-4qmYgTYX1kFJGEdv0SXzmgR5KPeisdo80hGMdM6Lbh_hBeVSOgkxzJ5pS42ffzt_PPlGT2nE4_I/s320/bigbone.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151291772053378274" /></a><br /><br />We had to put it in the trunk of the car so she wouldn't rip into it before we got there.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15618126.post-61958537324328717692008-01-01T12:48:00.000-05:002008-12-09T04:10:06.559-05:00Back to August: Michigan Fiber FestivalOk, getting back to posting about things that happened a long time ago now. <br /><br />My best friend Leah and I agreed that instead of getting each other birthday presents in 2007, we would go together (along with my mom too) to the Michigan Fiber Festival at the end of August and spend the money that we would have spent on each other, on ourselves. It was a GREAT TIME. None of us had ever been to this festival in Allegan County, and Leah had never been to a fiber festival at all. I took my camera with me, but didn't take any pictures. I wish we had had someone take our picture with the Alpaca though. <br /><br />We got to the fair grounds around 1:00 and had our game plan all mapped out. Since we all had a fixed amount of money we could spend there, we decided we wanted to see everything, and then go back around and buy. We got halfway thru the first barn and asked someone what time the thing was closing. When they said 4:00 we all panicked! We thought for sure we had until 6:00. Of course that assumption was based on absolutely no facts, just hope. So, we started just buying what we wanted assuming we might not have time to get back to what we wanted. <br /><br />Since this was our first time at this festival, we thought this one barn was all there was to see as far as things to buy. Somewhere there was a barn full of animals and sheering demonstrations. There was supposed to be herding dog demonstrations. We did find the barns with the animals, and on our way there found a whole other barn full of yarn to buy. I was kindof disappointed because it was 3:40 when we found it and Leah and I were out of money. We'll have to plan better next time. And definitely go on the Friday or Saturday instead of waiting until Sunday to go. <br /><br />So, this is what I ended up buying:<br />My first and last purchases: Sock yarn. I grabbed up the trekking because none of the yarn shops within an hour's drive of my house carry it. And the red colorway there is a superwash hand dye that I spent my last $18 on. I hope it looks as good knitted as it does in the skein. because I would consider NEVER knitting it if it doesn't.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGk3J7Gglhb8IshJkMABcvfIyFTvbFu5yt5u44UoR-OAt-HrCV4CZI_q1yN3GIbRjxTlpERtXeOiC_OkXPpfp0DEczK3n84tDICIrEIK4PMgXC7kp5huuXolmvY5W0fyiNFgQ/s1600-h/socks.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGk3J7Gglhb8IshJkMABcvfIyFTvbFu5yt5u44UoR-OAt-HrCV4CZI_q1yN3GIbRjxTlpERtXeOiC_OkXPpfp0DEczK3n84tDICIrEIK4PMgXC7kp5huuXolmvY5W0fyiNFgQ/s320/socks.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150575856839709666" /></a><br /><br />This was the only yarn I bought with a specific pattern in mind. I brought the book with me so I could make sure I was getting the right stuff. It is a mohair loop. It is held double for the pattern and this picture shows it already wound doubled.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN0lzU7oLu8p1A4jdRt4-KNaZIF1J1YFhD2yVW84YSRZo6igUsePm7nQv1P2dW_ysbyzRDmPoNhpDjAUs_XhUJkn6yRU3iEN4hm7npV3t21kXBES-gPi-lRPmYaoT7BKV3n8E/s1600-h/loopy.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN0lzU7oLu8p1A4jdRt4-KNaZIF1J1YFhD2yVW84YSRZo6igUsePm7nQv1P2dW_ysbyzRDmPoNhpDjAUs_XhUJkn6yRU3iEN4hm7npV3t21kXBES-gPi-lRPmYaoT7BKV3n8E/s320/loopy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150576574099248114" /></a><br /><br />This yarn is 100% wool and very soft, about a dk weight I think. Each skein has almost 500 yards on it and I hope it will be enough to make a sweater or something. The color is somewhere between these two photos.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ2WiwwRSG1FamKu2pZcZk0Cd5i9AHew75Q4LDGAlcaUVLtxcN4xe_sOgnz_KyO5yhPdFxv4nU35rP3fnGb3z6t6Wc8vuER6hKPaiOmZVU3uabLbfUqA8S2nvijA9CYJFhNAA/s1600-h/reddish.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ2WiwwRSG1FamKu2pZcZk0Cd5i9AHew75Q4LDGAlcaUVLtxcN4xe_sOgnz_KyO5yhPdFxv4nU35rP3fnGb3z6t6Wc8vuER6hKPaiOmZVU3uabLbfUqA8S2nvijA9CYJFhNAA/s320/reddish.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150584171896394834" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPFuYIEktjVv4UyvWqESpnozwOV88LODyMhKNyqk8ZjdDfDf5qKRq1arvc6vZuc9tpih86qYcuTMv4jbjtSECJBjcTphG5R-jOIJVI0_W_KlzTKongRwr1phcPnTqAm5kyYY/s1600-h/purple.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPFuYIEktjVv4UyvWqESpnozwOV88LODyMhKNyqk8ZjdDfDf5qKRq1arvc6vZuc9tpih86qYcuTMv4jbjtSECJBjcTphG5R-jOIJVI0_W_KlzTKongRwr1phcPnTqAm5kyYY/s320/purple.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150584180486329442" /></a><br /><br />And for some current material; this is what I am working on now. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrbTGi0RtFu9jQtbQMRXZ-g6DJj86z_a3kc23Lx_PM3vzy2qV7nF0jLJ3wvtZn2Bb96SJnjTnRJDlxpqaHpDS2nI6LiHkHVqNcCrMjrCD2FNXtbOI-DRhOrptD478NkXQak8o/s1600-h/hatIP.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrbTGi0RtFu9jQtbQMRXZ-g6DJj86z_a3kc23Lx_PM3vzy2qV7nF0jLJ3wvtZn2Bb96SJnjTnRJDlxpqaHpDS2nI6LiHkHVqNcCrMjrCD2FNXtbOI-DRhOrptD478NkXQak8o/s320/hatIP.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150580461044651042" /></a> I am to the point of cutting the yarn and winding it through the last 8 stitches of the mohair hat. It is supposed to be slightly felted when it is finished. When I tried the hat on at this point in the knitting, it doesn't really fit, so I decided to take some yarn from the other end of the barn and make a swatch to see how it will felt. Well, it doesn't. So it's going to stay on the needles until I decide what to do about that. (another reason why the only projects I seem to finish are socks.)<br />My other project on the needles is a pair of socks that I started on vacation in August. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQDjq3wZ1Gau-7Bc91_tTcL0suOiE9wlxuSYfLjdblRa33Ty-SHwTLHoCfW5tRPuqvIf6HLDVoMqLEGFDkbxNCwTzgh26oZPwc74XLSOm2YJKxb1oCTkrFMw7oScbb085IOp0/s1600-h/sockIP.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQDjq3wZ1Gau-7Bc91_tTcL0suOiE9wlxuSYfLjdblRa33Ty-SHwTLHoCfW5tRPuqvIf6HLDVoMqLEGFDkbxNCwTzgh26oZPwc74XLSOm2YJKxb1oCTkrFMw7oScbb085IOp0/s320/sockIP.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150581002210530354" /></a> Specifically, Hartsville, Ohio. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinYmpGujXcnz3RvKvQ0TjwCq-xvGUQa2xSa26aGJ6L_aVHkdK_GfsjPuQBjywq7OrvKRUobWSMJlHUsiULbFwsWLLdH7HtJWHZmh-uTfLe1JvEaQUxKf24G4RCndN641ZeqEk/s1600-h/mapsock.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinYmpGujXcnz3RvKvQ0TjwCq-xvGUQa2xSa26aGJ6L_aVHkdK_GfsjPuQBjywq7OrvKRUobWSMJlHUsiULbFwsWLLdH7HtJWHZmh-uTfLe1JvEaQUxKf24G4RCndN641ZeqEk/s320/mapsock.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150581075224974402" /></a><br /><br />The reason they are taking so long is because I really really dislike the colorway. I loved it in the skein, but now it is showing all the nasty browns and other pukey colors in the stripes. I know I will wear them when they are done, but they are just not fun to knit. So my new motivation is to get them done so I can start on the red hand dyed stuff from the fiber festival (see photo above). I also had to stop knitting on them to work on some Christmas knitting. That will be for next time. <br /><br />I think I have the blog updated well enough to cover the important stuff that happened while I wasn't blogging. I hope to be blogging more in 2008. I also hope to get back into the habit of using my sewing room for my own work. It has been a hard year for me as an artist. Struggling with the issues of being paid to do someone else's art. when I do that for about 35 hours a week, it is hard to stay in there and clear all that out of the way to work on my own. I know it shouldn't be hard, if I really am the artist that I think I am. So this year, I will try to stay true to my own label as an "artist", not just the "paid to be" artist that I was in 2007. Wish me luck!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15618126.post-43776920551108800412007-11-16T07:32:00.001-05:002008-12-09T04:10:07.150-05:00Travelling further back in time: AugustWe didn't go far, or stay for very long, but it was a lot of fun anyway! We left our little Bella with my parents for the long weekend. It was the first time we had been away from her for more than overnight. <br /><br />Our first stop was Cleveland Ohio for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. We spent the day there and saw everything. We had been talking about going there for years, pretty much since we first started dating. I thought it was interesting, but not at all what I expected. I can't describe exactly what I thought it would be like, but I can't help but feel cost of admission was a little high for what is there to be seen. It was fun though. We left as the Hall was closing and found a map and planned out how to get to the restaurant we had picked out for dinner. About an hour later, we found it. Great Lakes Brewing Company. Food was good, beer was better. <br /> <br />After we waddled out of the restaurant with full bellies, we headed toward the hotel, which instead of being on Lake Erie, like I wanted, we had to drive about 35 minutes south to a small town outside of Cleveland. We had a limited budget and couldn't spend $100/night for all three nights. The hotel was ok. No frills or anything special, just a room with a bed and a bath. All we needed. <br /><br />We hadn't quite decided what we were going to do the next day, so we browsed the tourist magazine that was in the hotel room. The only idea I had for the next day was to go on to our next destination and see the city. Our next destination was Columbus to bet on the harness races at Scioto Downs. Post time wasn't until 6:30, so we had a whole day to kill. In the magazine there was an ad for an enormous flea market only about 45 minutes away from our hotel, and somewhat on the way to Columbus. We only got lost a couple... ok, we got really lost quite a few times. But we found it. A couple of the vendors had puppies and after being away from Bella for less than two days already, I wanted to snuggle them. The sellers were pretty firm about the pups being held by SERIOUS buyers only. jerks.<br /><br />We headed toward columbus and got there just in time to plan out our first couple bets and re-familiarize ourselves with the process. Unfortunately we did not come out ahead. The first time we had been to the harness races we did really well. We had no idea how to read the program other than to read the names of the horses and what race they were in. So we just picked horses by their funny names. We did pretty well for first timers. I think we broke even that time. This time though, we had some knowledge and could pick out a little information from the program. We bet on the first 5 races trying to use that information. The last 5 races we went back to our funny name system. Neither way worked. Out of the 10 races (and us betting separately for each race, so really 20 bets) we won ONE. One single race. Good thing we were only betting $1 on each race. <br /><br />That night we stayed at the most filthy, scary, awful and not cheap hotel I've ever seen. I booked all our hotels ahead of time online. This hotel was scary. The room had a bed and a tv. that is pretty much all we had. No alarm clock, no remote control, no ice bucket, no plastic cups, no hair dryer. I think all we had was a single bar of awful hotel soap. The room reeked like paint and was visibly dirty. If I were more like my mother I would have complained and/or left and gotten my money back. I don't know where we would have stayed, we surely would have had to charge a more expensive hotel. So we ended up staying there. Even though we were tired from a long day and a lot of driving and getting lost, I couldn't get to sleep because I was thinking of all the different ways we could possibly be killed in our sleep.<br /><br />We woke up the next morning (good thing I have an alarm clock in my cell phone) in time to shower and get the hell out of there. We glanced toward the continental breakfast on the way out, we paused and looked at each other and I just said, "let's go find a bakery". So we hit the road looking for some kind of little bakery, starbucks or ANYTHING. We found a Tim Hortons a little ways down the road and loaded up on caffeine and naughty breakfast items. Things with frosting and cheese and chocolate in and on them. And headed toward the next and final destination: Cave City, Kentucky. <br /><br />We drove the 4 or 5 hours to Cave City and arrived at the hotel right at check-in. We walked in and told the woman at the hotel we had reservations. I guess we missed the time zone change sign on the freeway. It was an hour earlier than we thought. So we decided to go to the Cave first and come back to the hotel later. There were a lot of Cave tours to choose from in this part of the state. Mammoth Caves were right near our hotel, but I saw one online called The Lost River Cave, this one had a walking tour to the cave entrance and then a boat tour inside the cave! So we had to go to that one. It was amazing and I could do a whole blog post just about the cave, but I won't because this entry is already getting to be pretty lengthy. So here are some pics and brief explanations. If you want more, you'll have to go take the tour yourself. It is not expensive at all and is worth every penny.<br />This is a blue hole. One of the 5 or so places the river is above ground.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKh9JD1eXaWMCF_naaY7tqouFurWBTStmksU1zWGT8YWKIZtpdKPFl3VNt5ZhEcAtdutoKfhdwC8s_MD_ZAj63G3hYaiFYyl5px34rh1DquYtR_1TREbUBZfO_RlyqOlyJxJs/s1600-h/blue+hole.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKh9JD1eXaWMCF_naaY7tqouFurWBTStmksU1zWGT8YWKIZtpdKPFl3VNt5ZhEcAtdutoKfhdwC8s_MD_ZAj63G3hYaiFYyl5px34rh1DquYtR_1TREbUBZfO_RlyqOlyJxJs/s320/blue+hole.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133434843821295282" /></a><br /><br />This is a section of the river that was above ground. Picture was taken from just outside the mouth of the cave.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil8tjCgdNcG_-eJ_zYeypmyfq8WPSzf_1RayBO0EDHaqwAJu9GJdBESQyumWzGpEZ0OqkLFcPij8KnIs0DZWBy2Mei43HJcaaJXeAF7kL3bBKKyNFEwUJiELM8GKqp1V5WmSI/s1600-h/river.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil8tjCgdNcG_-eJ_zYeypmyfq8WPSzf_1RayBO0EDHaqwAJu9GJdBESQyumWzGpEZ0OqkLFcPij8KnIs0DZWBy2Mei43HJcaaJXeAF7kL3bBKKyNFEwUJiELM8GKqp1V5WmSI/s320/river.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133434856706197186" /></a><br /><br />After the cave tour we wandered the hiking trails and found something we could set the camera on and use the timer to get a picture of us together. It only took 4 or 5 tries to get one of me in the shot too. We were standing on some rocks in a little stream. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXmlYbOGoR71MaxYpthvYxZ8XyUSMimKYOr0kO0bVM6QoF5R-ndscRHvzoBHoJ-5x1L_G6wQPpIojcphG_UNLL6jjv_UVSygbYI4odOuv4dWrxjmdBqsHRKcuqb9LRoaE7kkE/s1600-h/pose.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXmlYbOGoR71MaxYpthvYxZ8XyUSMimKYOr0kO0bVM6QoF5R-ndscRHvzoBHoJ-5x1L_G6wQPpIojcphG_UNLL6jjv_UVSygbYI4odOuv4dWrxjmdBqsHRKcuqb9LRoaE7kkE/s320/pose.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133434865296131794" /></a><br /><br />After the cave tour we headed back to Cave City to our hotel. This was the only night we spent at a NICE hotel. This room had a King size bed and a 2 person Jacuzzi tub in the room. I also found an ad online for a nice steakhouse. I looked at pictures and a menu online. It showed $20+ steaks and lobster and all the things you expect at a fancy steakhouse. So we showered and got all dressed up and went to the steakhouse. We drive up and from the outside it doesn't look very fancy. We think maybe they just don't spend their money on the OUTSIDE. So we go in and see everyone in cutoff jeans, tank tops, SWEAT PANTS. So, we're a little overdressed. We wait to be seated and look around. The walls are 80's wood paneling, with the tables and chairs that you would have found in a Pizza Hut in 1987. There is a small, not so fancy salad bar in front of the open galley kitchen. We sit down, thinking, maybe the menu will redeem the rest of what we saw so far. We glance over the menu, looking for steaks, seafood, wine list and beer selection... We see steaks. Just your average American restaurant style dinners, and no alcohol at all. So we decide to leave before the waitress comes back. We hi-tail it out of there and drive back to the hotel. We didn't see anything else along the way. The only option looked like a steakhouse Saloon type restaurant that was attached to the hotel across the street. We go into the lobby of our hotel and ask the attendant for a recommendation. We should have asked about a fancy place or steakhouse specifically, because when we asked for a good restaurant, he immediately referred us to the little mom/pop BBQ joint practically in the parking lot behind the hotel. We also asked where we could buy some alcohol. He pretty much just laughed and said, "welcome to the bible belt". It was Sunday and there is absolutely NO ALCOHOL sold on Sundays. We were pretty bummed that we couldn't have a glass of wine or beer with dinner, on the one night of the trip we were doing our romantic type stuff. But we ended up having a really nice dinner at the hotel steakhouse across the street. After dinner we had a soak in the Jacuzzi tub and watched the ever so romantic show "Ice Road Truckers". <br /><br />Monday morning we slept in a bit and headed north toward home. Of course, I had scoped out a yarn shop and planned to hit it on the way home on Monday. It was in a little town called Bellevue right on the border between Cincinatti, Ohio and Kentucky. I had $50 set aside for splurging there. And I did. I got some nice variegated laceweight and a skein of Schaefer Anne. Turns out, I drove to Kentucky to buy laceweight yarn that is manufactured only an hour from my house.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWCvcOgwjhJ0q2xbZvTs8Z0qGpyxJnFAAeQkdRUFYzNA5ZjlpSGA53T7nSXh7vkja071VAnvKtPJPXbn5XUxF4d1MuyvIWDGeEkqsMNgjTPXcxSXVzBzAR5pNxB7wUWv-bON4/s1600-h/DSC01852.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWCvcOgwjhJ0q2xbZvTs8Z0qGpyxJnFAAeQkdRUFYzNA5ZjlpSGA53T7nSXh7vkja071VAnvKtPJPXbn5XUxF4d1MuyvIWDGeEkqsMNgjTPXcxSXVzBzAR5pNxB7wUWv-bON4/s320/DSC01852.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133453501159229154" /></a><br /><br />We returned home and unpacked the car and then I went out to check on the garden. My mom and sister had been there Saturday night to water the garden and pick anything that was ripe. I had been having a problem with Japanese Beetles on my green beans. So I had a spray bottle of soapy water out there. It just takes one squirt and they die and fall off the leaf. In the two days since Mom and Shannon had been there I had an enormous swarm of Japanese Beetles. I probably did a bit of damage to the plant by spraying so much soapy water all over it to get ALL those bugs.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6vQP3pzGGLkwBuvRq-0BFF0A7xwlyrLXW_03_E82yIXcXqRd8Bl26l4eNhkQJJuJGOi2Xamt41c2iTn3M-4SNlO4ZIZoCoC39nMHmH96Lt2gaGwRrOKt88H-a393mZJAASGU/s1600-h/bugs.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6vQP3pzGGLkwBuvRq-0BFF0A7xwlyrLXW_03_E82yIXcXqRd8Bl26l4eNhkQJJuJGOi2Xamt41c2iTn3M-4SNlO4ZIZoCoC39nMHmH96Lt2gaGwRrOKt88H-a393mZJAASGU/s320/bugs.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133459887775598322" /></a><br /><br />*shudder* makes me feel all creepy crawly.<br /><br />Next time: Continuing with August, The Michigan Fiber Festival in Allegan County.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15618126.post-17516254323022998832007-11-06T08:50:00.000-05:002008-12-09T04:10:08.079-05:002 finished objects and a dog's birthdayI have been working on these socks since last summer. I cast on after we moved into this house in August. I started working on them again over the weekend and was surprised to see how close I was to finishing them, it only had about an hours worth of knitting left. Here they are, <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ5SsVDgzNUPyuRryX5XCNHnEs8E4M5Hx0l4KkrJHKSnq_4AaCH3Q28sueWiNcxYJWQ__YJrM67xBQPpsv9-_CEBgXOlClggiulCyFVseSwnvv9V8r25ls9BwHT9FdWrSDBIE/s1600-h/DSC01843.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ5SsVDgzNUPyuRryX5XCNHnEs8E4M5Hx0l4KkrJHKSnq_4AaCH3Q28sueWiNcxYJWQ__YJrM67xBQPpsv9-_CEBgXOlClggiulCyFVseSwnvv9V8r25ls9BwHT9FdWrSDBIE/s320/DSC01843.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129727399019278146" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiaDEXns22TxQLJkW2gpexOqXeyL_SNV1ezTirXB168s-V9eWCng659E1fu5lFWnq-Im6o5LDAw6qTxAHeOkbWSJ-HTmDG2KvpAm6e54667xsrRZbd-Rtjn3gCtcsLpAHvC1E/s1600-h/DSC01844.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiaDEXns22TxQLJkW2gpexOqXeyL_SNV1ezTirXB168s-V9eWCng659E1fu5lFWnq-Im6o5LDAw6qTxAHeOkbWSJ-HTmDG2KvpAm6e54667xsrRZbd-Rtjn3gCtcsLpAHvC1E/s320/DSC01844.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129727424789081938" /></a><br />Pattern is from Interweave Knits, Winter 2005. Yarn is Lorna's Laces Shepherd Sport in Bittersweet. <br /><br />If I had to do these socks again, I would definitely not continue the lace pattern along the bottom of the foot. I think it's wasted time/effort, but also it feels kinda funky on the bottom of my feet to have all that texture. I didn't even think of making the bottoms solid stockinette until the first sock was completely done. The pattern also calls to cut the yarn after the heel and start again, I think I would change that too. I get nervous about my socks not all being one long peice of yarn. <br /><br />The thing in this house that makes me most nervous though... is this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsL6wH2AC4JvKmmDhyphenhyphenI_WqoZz9f5XtW7nZOzD0AEHKQeKf9-klwG1_708_23kq2A4nOvdtcr2ssShNT-b_sigayuAvjjGCluk73cmlotEpMQUh4Gv3p1fLnxGM0BGNukTRFmw/s1600-h/DSC01845.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsL6wH2AC4JvKmmDhyphenhyphenI_WqoZz9f5XtW7nZOzD0AEHKQeKf9-klwG1_708_23kq2A4nOvdtcr2ssShNT-b_sigayuAvjjGCluk73cmlotEpMQUh4Gv3p1fLnxGM0BGNukTRFmw/s320/DSC01845.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129728966682341218" /></a><br />AHHHHHHHHHHHH There's a sock murderer loose in my house!!! <br />These are the worst things you could possibly ever step on. The nails stick up <span style="font-style:italic;">just enough</span> to catch on a sock and RRRRRIPPPPP! I have lost quite a few socks to these strips, fortunately though, only store-bought ones. But it makes me extremely paranoid when I am wearing my knit socks. <br /><br />The next finished object is a bag that I made for a baby shower that was last Saturday. I couldn't make it to the shower because my sister Shannon was home for the weekend. I hadn't seen her since April, so I thought that was a pretty valid reason to not attend the shower. I finished it Sunday night and will give it to the recipient when I see her this Saturday. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii_AMQKjhD7ezZlm0ZMerHYuQBeSgYFXDxn73Lg6VYGg68POynrKPKqIVCf9Ate8rG03FfGuBjGozorfnNL7MQ3AmJ0qIM6gZjxkX742TIBchWM4YT6C-GwnZX9Q8cop39gD4/s1600-h/DSC01835.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii_AMQKjhD7ezZlm0ZMerHYuQBeSgYFXDxn73Lg6VYGg68POynrKPKqIVCf9Ate8rG03FfGuBjGozorfnNL7MQ3AmJ0qIM6gZjxkX742TIBchWM4YT6C-GwnZX9Q8cop39gD4/s320/DSC01835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129731032561610626" /></a><br /><br />And now we travel back in time to September 15th 2007. Since Bella is such a good girl and just loves to play with other dogs, we decided to celebrate her first birthday by throwing her a HUGE party. There was probably 35 or 40 people here and at least 15 dogs. we had People food and dog treats and I made a cake (for people) shaped like a dog bone: <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHX1fxHoxmf1X-caU7ZzXm6e8Cl5jSYGvgGbTswU4nFeOyg_9X9wWC9X89qTq_ZpundEMSZKUsSKd70sTHz4ngO0vvyZRE0fjlgZub9fALbXmclazY6NgNBdZcbLrIrLU1tVo/s1600-h/bone+cake.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHX1fxHoxmf1X-caU7ZzXm6e8Cl5jSYGvgGbTswU4nFeOyg_9X9wWC9X89qTq_ZpundEMSZKUsSKd70sTHz4ngO0vvyZRE0fjlgZub9fALbXmclazY6NgNBdZcbLrIrLU1tVo/s320/bone+cake.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129733296009375634" /></a><br /><br />It wasn't that difficult to make the cake. I used three box mixes and baked them in a 9 by 13 rectangular pan. (each separately because I only have one 9 by 13 pan) then stacked them up with cool whip in between and let them sit in the fridge overnight so they would be more solid. Then I just used a sharp knife and carved out the bone shape using a paper pattern that I drew out first. <br /><br />Here are two of the dogs that attended the party. Cricket is in front and Jada is in back. They are patiently waiting for the hand made dog cookies that are there on the picnic table. Just after the picture was snapped though, cricket jumped up onto the table and snatched as many as he could before his mom caught him. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSulPPcrmr0szfOE4qEPiEaCAmkvz2m9HsWyaCNjC51e7ugGmJidIZhK7Z5HehPD8V9YWB4rlEBxtOFgfkiLrBf8-Yhmg908mBuP4QvcwzNhfpCm1eMG4uCg871BTlCcEZmXY/s1600-h/picnic+table.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSulPPcrmr0szfOE4qEPiEaCAmkvz2m9HsWyaCNjC51e7ugGmJidIZhK7Z5HehPD8V9YWB4rlEBxtOFgfkiLrBf8-Yhmg908mBuP4QvcwzNhfpCm1eMG4uCg871BTlCcEZmXY/s320/picnic+table.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129733304599310242" /></a><br /><br />The next morning, Bella opened her birthday presents. She got quite a few balls and bones and toys. She even got some scratch-off lottery tickets. She didn't win anything though. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiusxym7se76pZbSXgPc13S4Q9AixK0uVYlmlgX3sVH7jna0QWAtXnu3oYjs9z_2V6P4iP6SKw7QNzIAA1K6Na4NvXfbHoW4gk4R7N6HxYKvIVuVxUQfC4QWEJSZRSSavofKRs/s1600-h/opening+presents.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiusxym7se76pZbSXgPc13S4Q9AixK0uVYlmlgX3sVH7jna0QWAtXnu3oYjs9z_2V6P4iP6SKw7QNzIAA1K6Na4NvXfbHoW4gk4R7N6HxYKvIVuVxUQfC4QWEJSZRSSavofKRs/s320/opening+presents.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129733317484212146" /></a><br /><br />The party was quite a success. there were only a few little scraps here and there and the only major problem was the weather. It was only about 62 degrees here. After a whole week of 75 to 80 degree weather, and then the whole week after the party it was in the 90's. We had a keg and a fire so the cold wasn't bothering me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15618126.post-90588170559733463382007-11-02T09:39:00.000-04:002008-12-09T04:10:08.562-05:00Happy Halloween (2 days later)I've taken a very LONG vacation from the blog. Long enough to get kicked off some of my Rings. So I am going to try to really make an effort to blog more than once a week. I thought I would start with Halloween and go backwards. I won't make it all the way back to April in one post though.<br /><br />I made Ryan an award winning costume this year. In early October, we were at a birthday party for a friend and we started talking about Halloween and Ryan just blurted out, "I"m going to be a pissed-off sunflower for halloween". He said he hadn't even been thinking about it, but it just came to him, right then. Everyone thought it would be hilarious and my wheels started turning about how to make the costume. I would need a costume too, so I decided I would be Marilyn Monroe and enlisted my mom to make the white dress from "The Seven Year Itch". The costumes were for a Halloween show at a local dive venue in Ypsilanti where Ryan and the guys play quite often called "the Elbow Room". <br /><br />This is him playing drums with his costume on: <br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx1QPQpK4EsBrfLYSIAsf6jme6J0DIiWtkACGLyKR6lNGxJCtdM4pOlpD_bABkkrFed1VFcm6xySe4' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />and here is a better picture of the costume.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ60Ok_5kGPJqg_ruk1C1a1LolpBWjlPx2pNxN3mjOAaNzef_K-aIFT36HD8LokIbegJ1N5tpKnSVJdbViA6VteW3yQI0uYgETN6xFCAx3QJmNsuNEemmAMHH4sklINewtyNM/s1600-h/DSC01727.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ60Ok_5kGPJqg_ruk1C1a1LolpBWjlPx2pNxN3mjOAaNzef_K-aIFT36HD8LokIbegJ1N5tpKnSVJdbViA6VteW3yQI0uYgETN6xFCAx3QJmNsuNEemmAMHH4sklINewtyNM/s320/DSC01727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128239248282074130" border="0"></a> I used felt and sewed each petal shape inside out and stuffed them with fiber-fill and sewed them all to a store-bought knit cap. Originally I started with flat petals with wire clothes hangers glued inside, but that made it really heavy, so I had the idea to use stuffed petals and it really worked well. I sewed each petal to a strip of brown felt and then sewed that to the hat by hand. then I picked a couple places on each petal to sew it either to the petal next to it or to the hat more toward the top of the head, to keep it from just flopping down in front of his face. Then to hide all my stitches, I sewed two strips of brown together and cut slits into it and sewed it around the face opening, to look like the center of a sunflower. He had the best costume at both shows he played that weekend. The second show is where he won the costume contest. It was down to him and one other guy wearing a store-bought costume tied for first place. So they arm-wrestled for it and Ryan won! First prize was a brand new iPod Shuffle! I ask you this though... Who really won? The guy who wears the costume or the gal who made it? I don't want the iPod, I already have my own, but I just want a little recognition for it! <br /><br />This is the only picture I have of me in my costume so far. I'm still waiting for a friend to send me the pictures she took with her camera.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAlbBq_mgckqFFo7FtvZzbhT7h4Huj2c-DvdTR_qYG9XZNM83-Mb_RZqvRUnYfeb9NESf79spxQvJHuocrssO3714gt13krvPTp0Ov_wy4H8FIP2WTMy9HJBb8SZmv7A0UkKs/s1600-h/Geegs+-+Marilyn.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAlbBq_mgckqFFo7FtvZzbhT7h4Huj2c-DvdTR_qYG9XZNM83-Mb_RZqvRUnYfeb9NESf79spxQvJHuocrssO3714gt13krvPTp0Ov_wy4H8FIP2WTMy9HJBb8SZmv7A0UkKs/s320/Geegs+-+Marilyn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128244346408254498" /></a><br /><br />On Halloween proper, we went to Monroe to go trick or treating with Ryan's niece and nephew. They were freaking adorable in their costumes. Ryan wore his sunflower head too and got comments from almost every person we passed. Kids laughed, older kids just said, "HA! HE's a Giant sunflower!!!!" After trick or treating we came home and charged up the camera batteries and emptied the memory stick onto the computer and gathered up some flashlights. We waited until midnight and then drove to some really old scary cemeteries. We took pictures in the pitch black hoping to see some gnarly scary ghosts on the images, but didn't really see anything. There are quite a few spots on the pictures, like glowing bubbles sort of, but I'm sure they are just light reflections off the moon or the flash or something. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyiAzrWdVD55EOJX3df5zD5tzvONwyd2L6Zb39QVSQeQfi6A4z1Clf_PYWjBi1sFJFpE5E3COwyzfxw4GREqVI8mFzQOXzK_ZYQ7VrDUsDMLanxIOuDElWBL7PEcRTtuwlXlw/s1600-h/DSC01805.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyiAzrWdVD55EOJX3df5zD5tzvONwyd2L6Zb39QVSQeQfi6A4z1Clf_PYWjBi1sFJFpE5E3COwyzfxw4GREqVI8mFzQOXzK_ZYQ7VrDUsDMLanxIOuDElWBL7PEcRTtuwlXlw/s320/DSC01805.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128246811719482418" /></a><br /><br />This picture actually has some of the spots on it, but you proably have to make it big to see them. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfRC4YgMr2z2uhDHKN_Hw3HdVOsSgEpWTgECylRzFIsFzc5BT0n14Lp6pgd38y6sYk_nfDVPAQjLYYLd0NbiM0yzcl2BlaQUYy_VHYUmmlSKfxlS3vXmfXqbowDjZ1iN5QAzc/s1600-h/DSC01807.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfRC4YgMr2z2uhDHKN_Hw3HdVOsSgEpWTgECylRzFIsFzc5BT0n14Lp6pgd38y6sYk_nfDVPAQjLYYLd0NbiM0yzcl2BlaQUYy_VHYUmmlSKfxlS3vXmfXqbowDjZ1iN5QAzc/s320/DSC01807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128246858964122690" /></a><br /><br />Nothing too scary happened while we were out. I was expecting to get really freaked out and RUN back to the car. The first cemetery was the scariest. It is really really old, it is on the side of a road near our house and just sortof in the middle of a bunch of corn fields. We got out of the car and held hands as we walked up the the stones and shined the flashlights around and saw something moving... it was an american flag at one of the grave sites. So we just sortof stood at the edge of the cemetery and took the pictures. The next cemetery was completely fenced off, so we just pulled up and took pics from the car. <br />At the last cemetery we got out and walked around a little bit. There were some houses sortof near it, but it was way out in the country. All the stones were really old, people that died in the mid 1800's. We were standing there and heard something. kindof like a metal pipe hitting soemthing else metal. we stopped and just looked at each other, still listening. We heard it bang three times and I said, "OK, I'm ready to go". We got to the car and looked back and one of the houses near the cemetery had their outside lights on and we could see someone walking around, so we were pretty sure that's where the noise came from.<br /><br />Ok, I think this post is long enough, next time I'll go backwards into September and tell you about Bella's First Birthday party!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15618126.post-90468993722389003622007-04-25T13:25:00.000-04:002008-12-09T04:10:09.092-05:00I went to Chicago and all I got was...sick, and some ribbon.<br /><br />So, I visited my sister in Chicago for the weekend and it was a lot of fun. I took the train from Jackson, Michigan Friday night, which was an hour late when it picked me up, then eventually became two hours late getting into the city because of other trains being in our way. <br /><br />Saturday we went shopping and walked around town. We went to a cute little shop in Bucktown called Soutache. It was a little store with a whole wall of ribbons, a wall of buttons and a some other findings and metal clasps and things to make dog collars and key chains and stuff. I bought one yard of this pretty ribbon and a fob attachment to make a key chain. Shannon bought some cute used clothing at an upscale "value world" type place. And I did my big sister job of not letting her spend $250+ on a pair of shoes. Actually, my job was to not let her spend more than $250 over the whole weekend. We had a nice lunch at Silver Cloud and then went home for a rest. Then we hopped onto the El and headed toward downtown with the eventual destination of The Cheesecake Factory. We stopped at a dissappointing "chicago fabric yarn and button" or something or other store that had bolts and bolts of UGLY fabric. Stopped at the BEAN; My sister said we HAD to go see the BEAN and I didn't know what she was talking about and it sure didn't sound too exciting. But it was SO cool. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjymJok3HAntQ6IrDDvE_wa9lNfnQitNeybHcKSG2liT1Pex9j-sQEraus47-WsUPCbZZ411WbEAVBz-UJafiBRex2R2Ye-o84EUhIisoG95rHiF7q2JbcTOjVltywnz4Xhp0/s1600-h/bean.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjymJok3HAntQ6IrDDvE_wa9lNfnQitNeybHcKSG2liT1Pex9j-sQEraus47-WsUPCbZZ411WbEAVBz-UJafiBRex2R2Ye-o84EUhIisoG95rHiF7q2JbcTOjVltywnz4Xhp0/s320/bean.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057555764592669218" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6hSErvCrLMX1olcLHCFod8RQws2HihbVKXC6wTbDlHeTstbSMkYPhQ49E6ERXGzZMDEcCkl02W1bhOPHYvaStSPxByiHNEW-aR-cYLqgNZd0ZcftIQtSlvxz6bzP9qZo77Xw/s1600-h/SCbean.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6hSErvCrLMX1olcLHCFod8RQws2HihbVKXC6wTbDlHeTstbSMkYPhQ49E6ERXGzZMDEcCkl02W1bhOPHYvaStSPxByiHNEW-aR-cYLqgNZd0ZcftIQtSlvxz6bzP9qZo77Xw/s320/SCbean.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057555773182603826" /></a><br />We did make it to the Cheesecake Factory for dinner. We did not order dinner. We each had a coffee drink and a piece of cheesecake for our early dinner. Shannon had Godiva Chocolate Cheesecake and I had the White Chocolate Raspberry Truffle Cheesecake. If you know anything about me, this should sound weird to you. I am a chocoholic. I didn't order the full on chocolate overload cheesecake because I also ordered a Mocha to drink, which has chocolate in it. I thought it might be too much. I was wrong. I could have handled more chocolate. But I had enough of Shannon's to get my fix and neither of us finished our huge slices. <br /><br />Sunday we started out early and went to breakfast at the Hollywood Cafe or something. I forget what it was called exactly. Then we took the EL for a while and walked for quite a while to get to the little neighborhood where our Great Grandma grew up. We had an address off of an old postcard, so Shannon mapquested it and we found our way to the house. It was kind of dissappointing to walk what was probably a mile or two from the EL stop to find a house that looks like it was built in the last decade. This is the house, about 20 feet from the railroad tracks.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivzdkKuPiMdX-lkXL2pKOnVvsqQVdeCfzyAOFcPOzADGBl3ox5V50ziyJGfn0fjsIAyt2EnoE-bzcjC1TUvtjxyUcpZaiMnf09XQMaCcYip2uSEtbXq2srdMKOPjq1ovDgK0Q/s1600-h/house.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivzdkKuPiMdX-lkXL2pKOnVvsqQVdeCfzyAOFcPOzADGBl3ox5V50ziyJGfn0fjsIAyt2EnoE-bzcjC1TUvtjxyUcpZaiMnf09XQMaCcYip2uSEtbXq2srdMKOPjq1ovDgK0Q/s320/house.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057553849037255170" /></a> This is significant because Great Grandma had a little sister named Leora. When Leora was 4, she and a friend were walking to the store and had to cross the tracks. The girls walked between the cars of a parked train and stepped out on the other side onto the second set of tracks, just as another train came. Leora was killed. So it was very eery to see how close the house was to the tracks. <br /><br />One redeeming point during our long walk to the house was this:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyR_dmrrFaF1nTUDMp6Hw4SxcsExJdsOBee-48IVpWy9RsRktW16ygc79kAVn93ezqcmiCWdYBNL_9SOl5yXKR-ef2wr-hufkM9rfSTa66tehFceLSe8IjE6VCAp_TxBZaglI/s1600-h/chicken.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyR_dmrrFaF1nTUDMp6Hw4SxcsExJdsOBee-48IVpWy9RsRktW16ygc79kAVn93ezqcmiCWdYBNL_9SOl5yXKR-ef2wr-hufkM9rfSTa66tehFceLSe8IjE6VCAp_TxBZaglI/s320/chicken.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057554282828952082" /></a><br />We were walking up a city street in a not so wonderful neighborhood very near the freeway when shannon stops and points across the street to this chicken, just mosey-ing on down the sidewalk. It was hilarious.<br /><br />After we looked at the house we were tired of walking and I was not feeling very good. I had woken up with a migraine and I don't think breakfast was agreeing with me, so we figured out the shortest distance to a bus stop. Our next stop would be "Midwest Discount Yarn". The online description said they had mill ends and discontinued yarns at discounted prices. This place was pretty far away, but it sounded worth it. So we took two busses to find it. Closed. Closed on Sunday. of course. SO we got back on the bus headed for a yarn store that Shannon knew was open and was worth the trip. We were on the second bus when I started to feel a little queasy. I took a couple deep breaths and started worrying about this busload of people who might all get to see me puke soon. I told Shannon I didn't feel good and we got off the bus. I just needed some water and I started to feel better, but wasn't ready to get back on a bus yet. We walked a couple blocks along the bus route so we could just hop on when I was ready. We finally made it home with no puking in public. But without any yarn either. Yes... I felt that bad that I gave up a trip to a new yarn shop.<br /><br />We had to leave Shannon's apartment at 5:30 to make it to Union Station so I could catch my train home. We got to Union Station at 6:19 or so and strolled toward the monitor to see what gate I should wait at. It wasn't on the monitor. So we found an amtrack employee and asked what gate the detroit train should be leaving from, he told us and we went in that direction, but the people at that gate were not even going to Michigan. I was starting to get nervous because the train was supposed to leave at 6:30. I saw another amtrack employee and whipped out my ticket and just said, "where am I supposed to be?" She said, "that train's already gone. It left at 6:00" as she pointed to the ticket where it says "6:00pm". "IT"S GONE" I mouthed to Shannon across the room. She looked puzzled. I got over to her and showed her the 6:00 on my ticket and we both said F***!. but then Shannon exclaimed, "you get to stay another night!!!" Which would have been great and awesome if I still didn't feel like crap with my stupid migraine. So we exchanged my ticket for the first train out in the morning and of course double and triple checked the time with the ticket lady. When we got outside Shannon stopped for a smoke and said I should call Ryan to tell him he doesn't have to pick me up tonight in Jackson. I just looked at her and started BALLING. I lost it. I was sick and when you're sick you just want to be at home. And honestly after only two days away, I missed Ryan and Bella and was excited about him picking me up at the train station. (Of course it's always more romantic in your head). It ended up being a good thing that I didn't take the train Sunday night. It would have been a long miserable ride with the migraine I had. Especially if I didn't get a seat to myself so I could stretch out. <br /><br />So, that was my trip to Chicago where all I got was a neat piece of ribbon.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0