March 25, 2015
I wasn’t certain after the snow on the first day. It’s been chilly since then. It’s supposed to be warm tomorrow, but with thunderstorms. What good is that? I need to be warm. I’m tired of being cold.
Our geese seem to know it’s Spring. They’ve been getting their nest ready on our little isle. She laid her eggs a few days ago. I like to watch her plucking her down for the nest. I hope I’ll be home when they hatch.
I’ve been trying to decide what to sew. I recently bought a dress and slip pattern and a skirt pattern. I’m not one for dresses and skirts, but I really liked these patterns. I never find anything in the big name stores anymore. They are all so boring. I love going to little shops, in real life and the internet. They offer so much more than I ever imagined.
March 18, 2015
I need to make four of these and some fish placemats, but I have at least a year to do it.
Felt mules. Great for cold feet.
A door hanger for St. Patrick’s day and I’m not even Irish.
Tuna casserole. Is there a better winter meal?
This is what I do when I can’t decide what to make. I have since started a sweater using fingering weight yarn and size four needles. I can’t seem to take a picture yet that looks like anything. Maybe it will look better when I finish another section.
March 7, 2015
Last week, between the snows and ices, I went to Reisterstown. My son had invited me to an interactive murder mystery dinner theatre. It took place in a beautiful old building on Charles Street called the Grand Historic Venue in downtown Baltimore. It was originally built by the freemasons as the Grand Lodge in 1866. There was marble everywhere and even a very nice doorman, complete with top hat. The theatre was in a ballroom on the fifth floor. There were high arches over leaded glass windows and lovely chandeliers. The meal was pretty good. I have no complaints. It wasn’t too much or too little or exotic. By the time dessert came out, I was full. I only ate half of it. With my six and a half foot tall son sitting next to me, it didn’t go uneaten. The murder mystery was a lot of fun. I had never been to anything like that before and I really enjoyed myself. I have a very nice son. He still continues to surprise me.
The next day, we had freezing rain and ice with a thin layer of snow on top. Needless to say, I wasn’t going anywhere. I helped my son turn a long-sleeved shirt into short sleeves. You can’t just cut off the ends and turn up a hem. You have play with the under-arm seam so that the hem is without puckers. It can be fiddly. I talked him through the first one and he fixed the second with me just watching.
I headed home two days later, but not without stopping to visit my old friend, Joyce. It had been at least forty-five years since we had seen each other. Before then, I felt that I had known her all my life. But, you know, life gets in the way and we lost tract of each other. A month ago, she sent me an e-mail. Man. Was I surprised! After hugs and tears, we sat at the dining table with coffee and cake and talked and talked. I remember thinking that since the freezing rain wasn’t going to start until 3PM, I could stay until then. It didn’t happen. Around 1PM we heard the ice pellets hitting the window. I really didn’t want to leave, but, what could I do? After more hugs and tears I left. I was sad, but happy. I felt that there would be many more happy hours together.
February 21, 2015
Sweetums was nice enough to clear a path for the cats.
I’m not a fan of winter. It wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for ice and snow. And cold. My hundred and forty year old knees make it very hard to get around. Other than the supermarket, I haven’t gone anywhere. Not even a doggie walk. It’s the only disadvantage to living on a little tree-lined road.
Even my sewing has suffered. Here’s something I could have made when I was eight. Maybe I did make something like this. It’s been over sixty years since I first learned to sew. I can’t remember everything. I do remember Nannie drawing flowers on a handkerchief and showing me how to embroider them. It was before I learned to read and write. I had the BEST grandmother.
My knitting is suffering also. These are all no-brainers.
A hat for my big headed son.
Slippers for my daughter. Currently, I am making cat pods. Then I’ll throw them all in the washer to felt. Whoopee.
February 8, 2015
I tried to make them both the same. Honest I did. But I just couldn’t help myself. Look at this yarn. It’s super! Jaala Spiro is a genius at dyeing yarn. I think this is the third time I have joined one of her yarn clubs and I have never been disappointed. She plies her wares on Etsy under the name Knitcircus. If I weren’t so lazy, I’d put in a link. Just type in Knitcircus. You’ll find it.
Oh, yeah. The pattern. It’s from Curiosity Cabinet 3 again. My socks are longer, have a cuff and there are no slip stitches on the heel back. Otherwise, it’s the same.
February 7, 2015
And here it is! I have a place to put all those coupons I keep cutting out of the paper. Sometimes I even use them. It makes Sweetums happy.
January 29, 2015
I’ve done all the mending I care to do for a while. I still have those seersucker pants to fix. I removed three rows of stitches holding down the two-inch wide heavy-duty elastic. I need to get over to JoAnn’s or equivalent for the right elastic. So the pants will sit for a while.
I had three packs of two and a half-inch squares, so I made two fabric baskets. They were fun to make and didn’t take much time. I really don’t have any use for them, so I’ll probably give them away.
January 25, 2015
Stupid looking. Right? It doesn’t look bad on my head. Not so much my glass head. But it is about two inches smaller than mine. I don’t know why I bought this yarn. I guess I wanted to see how it looked knitted. It needs more balls. A shrug or pullover might look nice. But what do you do if a ball winds up in your armpit? Or those two places on your chest?
January 18, 2015
The things I do for my children. What a pain in the butt were these gloves! Originally, I had thoughts of just sewing up the holes, but the voices in my head started screaming, NOOO!!! So I gave in and took the whole @#$%^&* thing apart. Well, down to the bottom of the holes anyway. I saved the thumb and upper hand. I had visions of grafting them back on. Yeah. Right. I can barely tolerate grafting a dozen stitches at the top of a sock. Was I really going to graft sixty stitches? Delusions of grandeur I guess. What was I thinking? So I re-knit the rest of the glove using as much of the yarn I had un-knit. And that’s why the stripes aren’t right. You can’t have everything.
January 12, 2015
I bought the yarn at Knitters Day Out last Fall. It has all my favorite colors. The pattern is from Curiosity Cabinet 3. I should say patterns. I couldn’t make up my mind so they are different. They have the rounded toe that I like rather than what the patterns wanted.
Since Christmas, I have been in repair mode. I shortened my new pants, mended a hole in an old shirt that I can’t get rid of, and removed the elastic from two pairs of capris. I need to get some more elastic to finish them.
This is a glove that I made my daughter last year. Somehow they were caught in a hinge. I’ve got my work cut out for me.