Wednesday, March 22

Constant Interruption

To date, I’m not getting much other than “administrative” work. Dishwasher no workie – there’s a clog in the pipe and, after disconnecting hoses and filters, I find that the problem is between the filter and the drain hose. Under or behind the dishwasher. Meaning that I have to pull the thing out from under the cabinet to get at it. My BF, aka The Fixer, is working on the bumper of Daughter #2’s car, which was cracked up when she hit a clay embankment – there had been a road there the last time she drove that way. Getting that car going again is Job One. Meaning that I’m not waiting around for him to do it this particular maintenance. Roof shingles are falling off the house. Front yard is covered in dandelions. Shrubs need pruning. Dogs need clipping. Taxes need paying. On and on. Oh, well.

Re: knitting. I ended up having to frog my mom’s beret. It looked like it was going to be much too close-fitting when she wanted a nice, floppy beret; confirmation came over the weekend when I went to her house and put in on her head, dpns and all. Crud. I’m starting over and will try doubling the increases in the beginning and so on until it looks like it will have the requisite flop factor.

While I was there, Nimblecrone helped me wind one (yes, one) ball of yarn from a hank I had with me. That dull little process was enough to justify/rationalize purchase of a gadget that I can ill afford at this time of the year but, it suddenly seemed IMPORTANT. I got a ball winder from the LYS – well, it’s not local for me because it’s 15 miles away – and I’m going to try it out today. It was purchased sight unseen through Nimblecrone who lives, fortunately for me, just 3 miles from this store. She has to drive to Colatown for work which is only a mile from my office (is this good fortune or not?) Although it apparatus looks mechanically sound, it appears to have been designed in the 1960s – do they all look this way? I expected something sleeker instead of this clunky, oddly colored thing. Here’s a picture – well, not there's not. It won't upload. Maybe later.

I guess I don’t really care how it looks as long as it works, but it does offend my sensibilities. My need for instant gratification prohibits my returning this one to the store and ordering another model. I must start a lace project, SOON.


Doggone it, I have got to finish the baby quilt! It’s been 9 months since its inception and the only thing keeping me from finishing is the need for more templates. I’m really very close. Maybe I should just put up a tutu picture. Please note that it is pinned to a wall and looks better under stage lighting. You can't see all the little bits of shiny gold mesh inserted amongst the pinched ruffles. No, I don’t have the headpiece. It's been cannibalized.

Sunday, March 12

The Road to You-Know-Where. . .

. . .is paved with good intentions, right? Whatever. The blog-related intentions which will speed my journey to The Hot Place are:

I intend to start sewing again, seriously. I mean really. It's been a couple of years since I've sewn anything - I did costumes for dancing daughters for the 5 or 6 years previous to this slack period. I was fried. I have a big room with a couple of nice sewing machines and a serger. I have gadgets. Irons. Stacks of fabric. Bins of patterns. A home-made cutting table. Oh, yeah, don't let me forget the books. Shelves and shelves of books, including a set my grandmother acquired from the Women's Institute of Domestic Arts & Sciences of Scranton, PA while taking a correspondence course in sewing. They're dated 1940, and the story is that her submissions were returned, ripped to shreds, with demands to resubmit (until she got it right, I guess). I guess it paid off, she could really kick it at the machine. I've got her craft books from the '70s. She would never let me touch her sewing machine, but she taught me to crochet back when I was 8 or so. But I digress.

I intend to pursue this knitting thing, which I just recently figured out through the miracle of the Internet. I'd tried over and over through the years but just couldn't make it work, which really p***** me off. I mean, knitting has been done for hundreds of years by, well, everyone but me. I discovered that there is more than one way to knit. Holy smokes! Why didn't that occur to me? Sure enough, now I'm knitting (combination!) and producing more than a screwed up mess. I love the portability of it - I can do it during evenings of TV at BF's house.

I intend to not operate in a vacuum anymore. Who knew there were knitting and sewing blogs? I thought they were all politics and rumor clearinghouses. They are, to my surprise, Useful Things.

A public Thanks! to Grumperina. She provided encouragement and "oomph" via blog and email. Go, Science Girl, go!

Friday, March 10

She Doth Begin

First post. Easy enough. On the heels of one of the most draining weeks ever, due to above-referenced Vagaries of Daily Life. Next post will occur once (if?) I can think coherently - I hope it's real soon.