Archive for July, 2010

Sorry Robyn

July 29, 2010

I started these socks two days ago.  I took what I had done apart yesterday.  I really tried to like them, but I couldn’t do it.  This is the first time this  has happened.  Red Bird kits have always been so much fun, but the Jazz Dance socks are not for me.  I have a few other patterns in mind.  In the meantime, I’m making gloves for someone who lost a finger.  That should be fun.

I had my annual eye exam this morning.  My cataract is growing.  Bummer.  I have to go back in eight months.  I’ve had it for about sixty years.  My brother hit me in the eye with his slingshot.  We had recently moved into our first house and didn’t own a car.  The local doctor said I should go to Wilmer at Hopkins.  I didn’t want to go.  We would have to take a bus, a streetcar and a bus to get there.  I hated the ride.  I had been going there since I was two for “lazy eye”.  The best part was the blood on my eye.  It rolled around when I tilted my head.  It made my mother sick so I did it as much as I could.  I loved it.

Feather and Fan Socks

July 26, 2010

Another nice pair of socks.  For me.  I followed the pattern until I came to the toe and made a rounded toe.  I like it better than anything else I’ve tried.

A short swift rain storm came through yesterday evening.  The temperature has been more normal all day.  We were able to walk down to the pier this morning without passing out.  I also got some weeding in.  I’m happy, but pretty tired.

Trying Not to Sweat

July 24, 2010

We went out about an hour early this morning and it was ten degrees higher than when it is normal hot.  After one block I said I was going to the end of our road and turning back.  And I haven’t been out since then.  I fixed tuna salad for supper.  I asked Doug to get potato chips.  He tried to talk me into going to the supermarket.   I said, “No”.  So he went to Fran’s and bought chips.  Utz, of course.  He’s such a “sweetie”.   I hate that word.  And people around here use it A LOT.  Two lifetimes ago, when I lived in California, I saw commercials for Granny Goose potato chips.  A cowboy rode up on his horse,reach into in saddlebag and pull out a bag of chips.  Then he said, “My name is Granny Goose”.  I think he was also in a western TV series, but I can’t remember what it was.  I’ll have to look that up later.

I fixed a blouse this afternoon.  A tie had come loose and I didn’t want the girls wandering off.  I am a bit mad at myself for doing a lousy job when I made it so it took me a while to get around to fixing.  It wouldn’t’ve mattered so much if it was store-bought.    I also decided to add embroidery to my nightie.

What Did I Do?

July 24, 2010

I was going to sew.  I never got around to it.  I woke up thinking about blueberries.  So I made blueberry almond coffee cake for breakfast.  Doug ate two pieces.  We went for a walk, but not much of one.  It was too bleeding-ass hot.  And it wasn’t even 9AM!!!  We watched some TV and I did some knitting.  Not even the cats were outside much.  They slept most of the day, went out after supper and came back in.  I’ve been thinking about ‘What’ll I Do’ by Irving Berlin.  I think I’ll try to find  it for my iPod.  I know that it’s been recorded by a few people.  If I could find Irving singing it, I’d be happy.

I Like Pockets on my Pants

July 22, 2010

Whenever I am stupid enough to buy pants or jeans or without them I could kick myself.  Where did that term come from?  I guess you could kick yourself with your heel.  But not me.  First of all is the fear of dislodging my hip.  Dr. R would really be pissed at me.  Then, there’s the fact that I don’t think I could bend my knee that much either.  Oh.  Wait a minute.  I have two legs.  No.  That’s not going to work either.  I would still have to stand on the crappy leg to do all this.  So.  Where was I going with this?  Does it really matter?  OK.  After three years of laying in my basket,  I finally put pockets on my pink shorts.  Oh, yeah.  One sock is finished.

Stinking Up the Kitchen

July 19, 2010

I finally cooked the Italian sausage I bought about ten days ago.   I kept hoping the weather would improve.  I gave it up today and cooked the things.  I hate it when I buy meat at the supermarket and then I want to throw it out.  I have to make myself cook it.  It really was very good.  I threw spaghetti sauce on it and had fresh parmesan cheese.  I cooked tiny shells and peas.  It made a nice tasty meal.  Sometimes, I wonder what is the matter with me.  Maybe it’s the sinus headache that I had all afternoon.

Here’s a better sock picture.  I am very happy with the  stripes.  I worked on them for a little while on the porch this afternoon.  The heat and my headache drove me back inside.  I worked on my nightie, but I had to stop.  I wish I had it finished.

Doug is still ripping up the dining room.  Cora is trying to take up the carpeting, but she hasn’t quite got it figured out. Or maybe she wanted it to stay right where it was.  She’ll change her mind when she sees the nice tile floor.

Only A Nightie

July 18, 2010

I’ve been sewing for nearly sixty years.  The pattern that I made was from a nightie I had bought about fifteen years ago when I weighed about fifty pounds more than I do now.  I’m not worried about proper fit.  I know it’s comfortable.  I’ve made it six or eight times.  Precision doesn’t matter.  It’s just a nightie.

I started these socks last night.  It’s Feather and Fan from Socks Socks Socks.  I used Sockotta again.  I think this will be my last pair of cotton socks for a while.  I want to make my Red Bird kit from May and another pair for an old friend.  I also need to make a couple of pair pf gloves.

Flo thinks she’s hiding.

It’s So Embarrassing

July 16, 2010

How did I manage this?  I decided that it was more important to match the neckline than the shoulder.  I cut off the excess and, happily, the sleeve fit right in.  After all, it’s just a nightie.

My son came down yesterday.  It was his twenty-fifth birthday.  It doesn’t seem that long ago when I was pregnant.  It’s really hard sometimes to think of him as an adult.  He reminds me of Doug at times.  At other times, he’s my little brother, and sometimes, even my Daddy.  I wish Daddy had known him. I’m sure he would have loved the fact that he could look him right in the eye.  They’re both six-foot five.


Finished Tatami Socks

July 16, 2010

On to the next pair.

I think my next pair will be made with Sockotta.


July 15, 2010

It’s been too hot to be outside the last several days, so I’ve been sewing.  I fixed Doug’s jeans.  Boring.  I made covers for my lawn chairs out of vinyl/flannel.  A bitch to work with, but I’ve got this great foot that really helps.  Next, I put a patch on my shirt.  That looks good. 

I also wanted to make another nightie, but I had no idea where my pattern was.  Years ago, I had a nightie that I really liked so I made a pattern before it fell apart.  Fortunately, I’ve made it six or eight times.  So I made another pattern.  I’ll probably find it tomorrow.