Thursday, May 29, 2014

Eye Candy

All the "interesting" work is done on this sock...now it's just plain ribbing until the toe and then the toe and then finish it off.  I love it.  I love the fit, the yarn and the pattern.  I'd love to have a completed pair by the end of this weekend.

Busy day at work today, so I thought I'd just share this really quickly...still crocheting and needlepointing...still totally unfocused, but such is my life right now.

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Daddy's story:  Daddy loved keeping up with the weather.  In fact, he had little tablets that he kept next to his chair and wrote the high and low temps and the sunrise and sunset for each day.  When he was out of town he would have to "catch up."

How he would have loved computers if he hadn't been scared of them.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Genius

As I was about to start typing this post about the genius of Cookie A's sock designs, I got a text from my mom about my uncle who is in ICU ...and then as I was texting David  (who is in NC this week) to let him know I saw on Facebook that Maya Angelou just passed away.

And really, it's all related through the concept of genius.  My uncle is a genius who worked for NASA and could build computers before computers were something people had at home and taught himself to play violin after he retired.  He's young in the grand scheme of things, so I hope they can stabilize him and get him healthy to come home and have a good life.  When I stayed with him and my aunt the week I learned to weave, he stored up a good number of weaving puns to scatter on me each day as I went to my lessons.

Maya Angelou...what can one say about the beauty, complexity, and phenomenon of that woman.  I took my daughters to see her speak when they were only 9 years old despite the fact that they decidedly did NOT want to go and I think we got the last 4 tickets to the show because we were in the very back row and in the middle seats.  "Phenomenal Woman" (which I linked above) and "Still I Rise" were two of the most powerful experiences of my life.  She also had this refrain during her performance of "the walls of Jericho came tumbling down."  It was chill-inducing (though I honestly can't remember what it was connected to other than a breaking down of social barriers, which is important enough in and of itself).  Despite being in the very back middle seats, I was mesmerized (and so were my little girls) and felt like Dr. Angelou was speaking right to me. (In fact, I think Elizabeth said something to that very effect when we left)  I have cherished every piece of writing of hers that I've run my eyes across and will miss the potential of new work to come.  I will also miss the regular updates she posted on Facebook...she had a way of cutting to the core of things and exposing the heart (and sometimes cutting that up a little too) to make us THINK about our actions, thoughts, words and ways of living.  She is indeed an American Treasure, and my little memory of her is but a speck of sand on the seashore to her talent and amazing abilities.  She will be hugely missed.

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Cookie A...Cookie A is a genius of the sock design kind.  I have not met a pattern by her that did not (almost instantly) captivate me and make me want to finish it.  I even like doing stitches that I don't typically like doing if she wrote the pattern...this is something I'm having trouble understanding.  I really find 1x1 ribbing tedious unless I'm working on a Cookie A pattern and then it's amazing.  Go figure.

As I was working on my Drogon sock (pic below) I was fascinated by this very thing.  1x1 ribbing with a twisted knit stitch in a pattern that I was really struggling to understand.  There was this reverse yarn over thing that was NOT turning out right and looked strange on my needles and I couldn't seem to manage the pattern repeat and was having to look at the chart every three or four stitches.

Then...it dawned on me how much of a genius Cookie A is.  As I was working on the difficult part and said, "what's happening here and why am I having trouble with it?" I realized that the reverse yarn over was moving before the stitch it should have been after.  I know it has something to do with the way I knit and I though "this is really inconvenient and I need to just do it 'this way'" and fixed how I was doing the reverse yarn over to a regular yarn over and then twisted it around when I stitched it on the next row.

I should have read the pattern notes because that's exactly what Cookie A suggested we do...if the reverse was causing problems, then just twist it when you get to it.

And you know what happened then?  EVERYTHING fell into place with this pattern.  It was at this point I realized there was an 8 stitch repeat that I could separate with markers on my needles and that the yarnovers moved in a logical pattern that helped me remember how to do the pattern.  Twisting was part of the nature of it and I FLEW!  Simply flew.

It actually reminded me of learning to play Mozart.  Mozart wrote sonatas with rules...there are lots of scales, arpeggios and key changes, but there are rules and expectations to all of those and once you know what they are learning to play and playing them well are just a matter of practice and time.

And that's when I realized that Cookie A is a genius.  I think she spits out sock patterns like Mozart spat out sonatas!  Just think it and there they are!  And the beauty of her work is that while it is difficult, it's accessible and you learn something every single time you work on one of her patterns. (kinda like playing Mozart, huh?).  As I worked through this pattern it became so much easier and so much more fun and so beautiful.  I think this pic is about when I realized how much of a genius Cookie A is...I'm past the heel turn and well into the foot by now.


Yarn is Dragon Sock by Dragonfly Fibers in colorway "Tree of Life" (June Club color).  The pattern is Drogon which is one of the Cookie A April club patterns.

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Daddy's Story:  Daddy could talk like Donald Duck...and he would also make this noise that would make cats jump to the ceiling.  I particularly loved it when he did it around Oliver (or sweet, dumb orange beauty) because he would just keep walking like nothing happened and it was SO funny).

Friday, May 23, 2014

Crafting ADHD: Crisis Point?

I think I may have hit a new crisis point in my crafting ADHD...I have zero stick-to-it-tive-ness and I just don't know what to do about it.  And really I don't think I should do anything about it but then there's a niggling little part of my brain that thinks I should.

Should I shut it up?  Or should I just proceed with the way things are going and deal?

Here's the issue:  I'm not finishing anything.  Anything at all.  I'm enjoying myself.  I'm having a crazy amount of fun with my granny squares (I think I made 5 yesterday)...I'm totally enjoying my needlepoint (I even started a new one this week, abandoning the old one because it's so large and bulky and uncomfortable to work on...and I have no idea why I bought it to begin with).  I'm actually starting to think about knitting again (I know it's only been about a month, but it's been a rough month and I was worried that the psychological stress of losing my dad might take knitting away from me like Katrina took quilting away from me).

However, I'm interested in working with my club yarn--one of which came in yesterday and is so pretty and I think it'll be perfect to use to knit one pair of the Cookie A socks from April (you know, the stuff I got before the world came crashing down and I had no focus).  So there's another project that wants to get started...and I'm not sure I have enough needles to start it!

I had the thought yesterday that I just need to knit socks all the time and crochet afghans and maybe that'll take some of the stash down to size...I'm not sure what I'd do with all these socks and afghans.  David said he imagines a cartoon with me sitting underneath a mountain of socks and a Pearl hiding in there.  I can see that too...

And on some level I know that's ok.  I know it's ok to just do what makes me happy and not worry about finishing things.  I'll go on a finishing spree eventually...I always do...but in the meantime I'm starting to feel a tad stressed about it and I need to let that go.

Because really:

  • there are no deadlines
  • I'm doing this for fun and a creative outlet
  • no one is getting hurt
  • I've had an awful lot going on my plate lately and I don't need to do ANYthing that adds to the stress
  • THERE ARE NO DEADLINES.
There I feel better.

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This morning while I was drinking my coffee, Zora was sitting at my feet having a bath.  She's a very thorough bather.

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Daddy's story:  My daddy was a big player of solitaire.  He would lay in the floor each night watching tv and play game after game of solitaire.  I think shuffling the cards was almost as much fun for him as playing the game.  When I was little I watched him, learned the rules and started hanging out with him playing solitaire.  We would occasionally play double solitaire, but I'd always lose and that's not fun when you're a kid.  Anyway, one day I was playing solitaire with a friend (I was probably 9 or so) and pulled a card from one of the upside down stacks to help me along and she said, "what are you doing? that's cheating."  I said, "that's how my daddy plays and he never cheats."  Later I told my mom about it and she just laughed and laughed.

Yeah...Daddy cheated.  Big time.  He never ever lost a game of solitaire in his life, something that I was terrifically impressed with, even after I figure out why!

Thursday, May 22, 2014

More and more grannies

Definitely obsessed.  I could hardly wait to get home from dinner with our friends last night to get back to work on my grannies...and then I stayed up until almost 11, which is way past my normal bedtime these days.  And when I woke up at 4 to go to the bathroom, I almost considered going ahead and getting up because I'd have all that extra granny time, but remembered that I have to drive to work AND sit here all day (and they kind of like me awake at work) so I went back to sleep and held myself off.



I'm working from Leisure Arts book 99 Granny Squares to Crochet.  If I love a pattern I'll make several until I'm bored and then put a heart next to it so I can come back to it later.  If I like one, I'll put a check by it.  If I didn't like it at all for whatever reason, I'll put an X by it.  I'm on square 7 today :)

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This morning when I went in to make sure all cats were out of my bedroom, I found this.


 I think sweet Pearl wants to make sure I don't leave her again.

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Daddy's Story:  Despite the fact that Daddy couldn't sing well, he did sing all the time.  I really think he loved listening to music, and the music got in his head because you could say something funny and he would pop out a few lines from a song.  The tone didn't always make sense but the rhythm did.  Two songs I remember him singing were "Trailers for sale or rent/ rooms to let...50 cents" and "Don't nobody love me but my mama" (Original BB lyrics are "mother" not "mama"...but he had that "not my mama" phrase down perfect.  The funny thing is I didn't know that the BB song was actually a song until I heard it traveling out to visit last year when we bought our BB Greatest Hits.  The cut on that album is a live version and the quality isn't great.  As David and I were talking, I heard "but my mother."  And I said, WAIT!  Then rewinded the song and listened to it.  How incredibly funny it was to me that day to realize that Daddy listened to the blues!

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Granny Squares

I love the homey feel of the name "Granny Square"...and I LOVE that you can pretty much not mess up on a granny square.  As long as you're consistent and keep making the appropriate increases, pretty much anything goes.

And in my new-found interest (love, passion, obsession?) with crochet, I've gone a little wacky making granny squares.

David calls it my gypsy blanket because I'm using up my random bits of sock yarn in addition to the mini skeins I've sort of become obsessed with (can one be sort of obsessed?) and just letting the yarn run out, tying on the new color and starting...so the rounds are getting muddled and I really like the effect.

This is one of the squares I finished yesterday.


From the center:  Spring Hill cashmere sock (she's quit dying yarn which made me extremely sad), Lorna's Laces DK weight in color ? and Lorna's Laces Solemate in color ?  And I RAN OUT of the outside color just as I was tying off...which doesn't happen often...

Anyway, it's been fun working on these and I'll continue to do so as long as I'm interested.  I do find that I LOVE crocheting with sock-weight yarn....just like I love knitting with it.

And speaking of...I haven't worked on a sock in over a month. I'm feeling the pull again, which is nice.

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Daddy's Story:  Daddy wore these "green jeans" around the house most of my life.  They were some awful polyester stretchy kind of pants that were apparently the most comfortable things he ever owned...and they grew and shrunk with him magically as he gained and lost weight.  I know I saw him in them for the better part of 20 years.  They got "lost" in the move when he and mom moved out of the farm-house and into town. I don't think he ever had the love of the knit sweat pants or pajama pants that mom bought for him to replace those green jeans.

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

What's done is done...

Well, the girls are moved away and happily settling into their new home in Florida.  We had awful, and I mean awful, weather going out, but Friday morning dawned crisp and beautiful and we unpacked the Uhaul in just a couple of hours and got to the point of settling everything else in--buying a bed for Liz, food and general needs supplies for both, unpacking, helping cats adjust.

(A bit of advice for those of you about to move.  When you pack a box and label it...something more specific that "stuff" or "misc" would be helpful in sorting out where boxes initially go...but we prevailed and unpacked a good bit before the end of the day on Friday.)

The amazing:

  • There's a Publix not 5 minutes from their apartment
  • They are about 10 minutes from most of the parks (we were 15 minutes from our hotel room in the resort to their apartment parking lot)
  • They are working in Epcot (Future World attractions yea!)
  • They are hanging things on the walls and settling in in these few days before they start work-proper

They are also only a short drive from Carrabas where we had these in accompaniment to our farewell dinner Saturday night:


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On Saturday we went to Animal Kingdom where we got an up-close-and-personal view of a hippo in the water.  Look closely, you'll see him.



We also rode the train up to Rafiki's station where we got to pet some goats.  Elizabeth wouldn't let us take her picture, so it looks like it's just me, David and Alyssa at AK:


And finally, David and I went to the bar at our resort where we drank martinis in honor of our daughters' move and were very proud parents, indeed:

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I got almost no crafting done on this trip.  I think I completed two crocheted dish cloths.  I just didn't have the time or inclination to do so (and riding out there in the Uhaul was simply too bumpy to do anything).  On the way home I was just so tired and overwhelmed that I pretty much just sat there until we were home.

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Daddy's story:  I remember one Christmas part at church for Daddy's Sunday School class, and I was put in his group along with Kenneth Allen.  We were to draw to find out what day we were in the 12 days of Christmas song...we got "a patridge in a pear tree."  Daddy can't sing...at all as I mentioned earlier...neither could Kenneth.  And I was just a wee kid, old enough to be embarrassed, but not old enough to carry the group.  It was so awful, but whoever was in charge of this activity had no pity or mercy and plugged on through 12 horrible days of Christmas...I think everyone in the room was laughing so hard by the end that no one could sing their part...Poor daddy.  I'm pretty sure he was mortified!

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

The Nerve

It takes a lot of nerve to pack up everything you own and move across the country to a place where you know one other person.  (I can't imagine the amount of nerve it takes to pack up everything you own and move across the country to a place where you know NO one...but that isn't the theme of today's blog post, so those of you who have done that...wow!)

Tomorrow morning, everything that my daughters own will be in the Uhaul trailer and we'll all be driving east...kitties in crates, music turned up...and hopefully good weather and plenty of sunshine and everything else that makes driving for hours on end tolerable.

If you've packed up everything you own and moved, you know the kind of nerve it takes. You know the anxious feelings and fret and worry that go along with making such a leap.  You know the confidence that you have in yourself (despite those niggling worries and fears).  And you know that in spite of everyone else believing in you, you are scared to death because you might fail and then what...you're all the way across the country where you don't know anyone and darn if that ain't the scariest feeling in the world.

Yet, somehow, we manage.  We get across the country, we meet people, make friends, find that we indeed to have what it takes, and build an amazing self-confidence and trust in ourselves to make the right decision.  Following our dreams takes a huge amount of courage, and I am beyond proud of my daughters for taking on their dreams, packing up everything they own and moving across the country.

I'm going to miss the hell out of them, but I'm proud!

And I can't help but think back to when I did that very thing...everything in a Uhaul van and moved to Kentucky.  Not only did I learn amazing things about myself, but I became an incredible thinker and writer and teacher and made some awesome friends and had some wonderful times.

It's worth it, and every single experience we have teaches us something incredible.  Go forth and be amazing, sweet daughters!