When it’s 72 degrees and mostly sunny, it’s hard to be anything but happy. It was great being outside in just shirt sleeves, even though I had to watch out for wet leaves. It rained last night. Being clumsy sucks. We opened all the windows and the back doors. The animals had a grand time. Sweetums washed sheets and hung them out. I love the smell and the feel of air-dried sheets.
I tried to write. Really. Summer is over. I’m feeling better. Migraines are few and far between. Happy, happy, joy, joy. Consequently, since I feel better, I do more. I’ve been sewing.
A linen blouse for me. Tea towels for my neighbor because she insists on giving us a Christmas present. A row of snowmen for my daughter that are not red and green so she can leave them out all winter.
That’s all for now. It’s time to cook supper. Baked salmon with mango sauce and broccoli cauliflower casserole.
I told myself last May that I was going to make two vests to go with two new blouses. They would have to be quiet enough to go with several other things, too. This is not easy for me. My favorite colors are red and orange.
Since I have very little blue, except for jeans, I thought this would be a nice change. It is sock weight yarn using a size six needle with an easy lace pattern. It’s Crystal Palace Panda Soy or Maize or both. I’m not certain. I picked it up cheap somewhere.
I think I showed you this one. Anyway, the brown is some old Noro that I picked up in Gap, PA one year. The other is cotton tape that I got at Blue Heron on sale. Mitered squares are so much fun for me. I wonder if I will ever get tired of making them.
And now, I can start on my daughter’s sweater. Yeah. Sweetums made a fire this afternoon, so I wound the yarn by the fireplace. So cosy.
I’ve got plenty to keep me occupied. I made myself a pretty blouse and a nice pair of pants. Another blouse is almost complete. I found some great applique designs. The second vest is taking FOREVER. I want to get going on my daughter’s Christmas present. It is going to be beautiful. I can’t stand it. I want to start. But I can’t. I’m 3/4 finished on the vest. It would be so stupid to stop. It is so hard to finish one thing when another thing is calling so loudly. I like to finish things. It doesn’t make sense not to. Would you stop frying some chicken and cook a piece of fish instead? You can’t just leave the chicken sitting on the stove for a few days. That’s stupid. And that’s how I am. Don’t ask me to stop in the middle of something. It makes me hyperventilate. I can be so anal.
Just when I thought that I would never have to make another Hallowe’en costume, along comes my grandson. He’s in college. He’s twenty. It’s not something I expected. But, he’s full of ideas. I wonder where he gets that from? He wants it for a party. It wouldn’t surprise me one bit if he doesn’t dress up first thing in the morning and wear it to class. He’s that kind of kid. One year he got a McDonald’s uniform and went to school as McZombie. He even had a name tag.
This year, it’s Scarecrow from Batman, the super scary one in the video games.
I found these pictures on-line. See what I mean?
He has already made the thing for his hand. My daughter says he did a great job. She borrowed my glass head to make the canvas face. I was asked to make the pants and hood. My machine can handle pleather and faux suede more easily than hers. I’m also better at improvising. She likes patterns with nice directions–a ‘in the box’ sort of person. Which is fine. She gets things done. She can keep the rest of us from running amuck. And she promised to take lots of pictures.
I had completely forgotten about KDO. It’s held every September in the Harrisburg PA area. I had not been there for several years. Part of the reason was probably because twice I signed up for classes and twice I had to cancel. Was somebody trying to tell me something?
When I got Beth Brown-Reinsel’s monthly newsletter, I had an urge to go. It was too late to get into any classes, but the market had several dealers that I did not recognize. I told myself that I had already taken Beth’s classes, but Nancy Bush had one that I would have liked to take. Oh well. I would have to be happy with the market.
The trip would take an hour and a half from Reisterstown. A companion would be nice. I immediately thought of my friend Diana. After a few e-mails and a phone call, we were all set. She showed up about 15 minutes. I just knew that was going to happen, but I still didn’t manage to get myself ready on time. I reminded myself that we were just going to the market.
The trip up was a bit of a headache. US83 was had more tractor-trailers than anything else. You’ve got to watch them. There’s no telling when they will fall over on you. We managed to get to our exit without being flattened. And it was closed. CLOSED??!! Thank goodness for GPS. We made so many turns that I had no idea which direction I was going. The rest of the trip was uneventful. I am so glad Diane was with me.
The whole market took less than an hour. It was fun. Except for Manning’s, the dealers were all new. We both found something to buy so the trip was successful.
OK. Well, I’m still working on it. There were a few days I had to bash my head against the wall and do some screaming. It happens. So I changed yarn. Right in the middle of a miter. I just cut it off and started using some bumpy brown old Noro. I also changed the miter itself. Now it’s all garter and only 27 stitches at the base. I had to do that to fit it in the same space. And what do you know? I finished the miters in no time at all. Well, that ‘s the way it felt. I need to sew the shoulders and edge. I hope I left enough yarn ends to do it so I won’t have as much to weave in. I haven’t decided on the edging yet, but I’ve got three in mind.
I just wanted some new patterns. I had two lovely pieces of linen for blouses. The closest fabric store is about fifteen miles from here. I thought I would look on-line. I found BurdaStyle. I saw several blouses that I really liked. If I could, I would have ordered physical patterns. They were only $5.99. It was a simple pattern, but still had over twenty pages. I printed out the first half, flipped them, and printed out the rest in an effort to save paper. I laid them out on my cutting table and traced them on Do Sew. Then I had to add seams and hems before cutting. All this took days due to my arthritis. I was ready to scream. Putting it all together was no laughing matter either. It would have been all right if they were like their printed patterns with which I have no problem. But they weren’t. As a matter of fact, they were so poor that I pretty much it together on my own. This really upset me. I really like Burda patterns. I have several. Needless to say, I won’t be downloading any more patterns. It really saddens me because there were so many more available on-line then hard copy patterns.