Archive for the ‘Family and Friends’ Category

A New Bathroom

February 13, 2016

My little bathroom has needed a complete overhaul for quite some time.  The double sink and the tiny fiberglass shower had to go.  Then the toilet went.  There was nothing wrong with it, but Sweetums wanted a high toilet.  And, well, it’s really nice.  It fits nicely where the old shower used to be.

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The new shower is absolutely perfect!  We are so fortunate to have a home improvement guy for a friend and neighbor.

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I love having two shower heads and being able to sit and shave my legs.  The floor consists of flat pebbles that really feel good on my feet.  The walls are going to be raspberry sherbet.  Now I must shop for towels and rugs.

 

I’m Busy

November 30, 2015

It amazes how quickly the days pass when you’re busy.   I was in a rut and I needed, wanted to get out.  The past few months were fairly disastrous  for me.  I was better, but I needed more.  So I asked my rheumatologist if I could get physical therapy.  So now I am off to PT three times a week for six weeks.  I am starting to feel better and I even exercise on my off days.

I couldn’t believe all the work I accomplished today which included baking anise cookies.  My house smell wonderful!

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I finally finished my raincoat.

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These gloves are finished.  I need to take a final picture.

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I got out my crèche.  It’s ready for the birth.

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Here’s the gloves I made for a friend of mine.  There are three because she will still have two to wear when she gets a hole.  She needs them for her job.

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I made Sweetums some rolls for breakfast.

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Next project: a draft dodger for my daughter’s side door.

See you Soon.

I Should Sew, But I Just Did My Nails

October 26, 2015

And, No, I’m not going to show you.  You see I had kitten help and now, they need some work.

My WIPs:

014  Raincoat.  I thought attaching the hood was bad, but the sleeve caps were worse.

007  Cardigan.  I’m ready to start the sleeves.

001  Gloves.  I’ll probably make the other three fingers orange and black.

I still need to make my little wall hanging for November and a friend needs a new pair of gloves for work.  I’ve got some stash diving to do.  Nails are dry.  Back to the raincoat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Finally! Dress is Finished

September 17, 2015

window babs dress 005I feel that I spent entirely too much time on this dress.  It sat for a few days because I couldn’t comfortably sit at my sewing table.  Also, I had to tweak it. I’m too big in some places and too small in others.  At least now I know what to do next time.  And the best part.  There are no buttons or buttonholes, no zipper, no hand sewing.  So it’s on to my raincoat.  Well.  No.  I have to make my little wall hanging for October.  Then it’s on to my raincoat.

I went to get my stitches out this morning, but doctor said no.  Now I have to wait until Monday.  He also wanted blood work and chest x-rays.  While out, I stopped at the Amish market and loaded up.  Sweetums’ eyes glazed over when he saw the bags.  He is such a Sweetums.

Well. Just Take Me Out and Shoot Me

September 13, 2015

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I fell.  In the  street.  Face first.  Broke my new sunglasses.  My favorite hat is soaked with blood.  I’m just walking along, enjoying the day, when the macadam jumped up and hit me.  Sweetums is trying to help and not turn green.  A very nice neighbor was driving home and she stopped to help.  She even volunteered to take me to the hospital.  (Maybe she noticed how green Sweetums was.)  And me.  I was pissed.  I was planning to finish my dress!  I didn’t have time for this!  Four stitches and three hours later, I’m back home.  Nice hospital.  And, you know what?  It’s now three days later and I still haven’t finished that dress!  But I’ve gotten lots of knitting done.

 

A Surprise from Sweetums

June 7, 2015

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Silver pretties for my dresser.  One piece of glass is missing and the buff is worn down from the buffer.  I thought about getting it replaced, but it didn’t seem the right to do.  Some old things shouldn’t be ‘fixed’.  Thanks, Sweetums. You’re the best!

I’m Still A Little Teary

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.

 

Ho Hum

February 21, 2015

place mats winhat slippers snow cats 005  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.

place mats winhat slippers snow cats 004  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.

place mats winhat slippers snow cats 011  A hat for my big headed son.

place mats winhat slippers snow cats 013  Slippers for my daughter.  Currently, I am making cat  pods.  Then I’ll throw them all in the washer to felt.  Whoopee.

I Found One

February 7, 2015

socks fabirc box 009  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.

The Ravens Gloves

January 18, 2015

gloves 001  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.