Tuesday, February 27, 2007

It's Not Easy Spinning Green

We all have our phases, moments, lapses of reason and sanity. Picasso had his Blue Period. There's been the Dark Ages followed by a healthy Renaissance. Humanity stumbled through the Jurassic period as something else and made it on to the Neolithic and beyond. I'm stuck in Green. It is with a laser beam focus, an obsession, that I need to finish this yarn for the Fair Isle languishing on a shelf in my newly-arranged studio. I knit at friends' houses using their yarn and needles so the Green Fiber doesn't know I'm doing something other than spinning it exclusively. I tell the Green Fiber that darning socks made with Love In Every Stitch is a necessity for warm toes. It glares at me menacingly from the Millie. It bides its time, but not well. I pine for other colors, other knit projects, but the Green Fiber is a jealous fiber. There is little room for compromise.

Sad fact is, I fear the Green Phase is part of my genetics and heritage. My mother could recollect it better, but my grandmother went through her own Green Period with latex paint. I only vaguely remember it as a child ~ all of a sudden there were quite a few green objects lying about the house. Explanations for my grandmother's Green Phase have gone to the Great Beyond with her, but I have a couple of chairs with the peeling green paint. A seance would be required to understand why things went green in 197-whatever. I imagine a session might go something like:

"Grandmother, why on earth did you paint unsuspecting inanimate objects this garish Kelly Green?"

"Well, dearie, things were looking a bit shabby and it was the only color on clearance."

Some legacies need to be sanded and refinished.

Millie yawns as I load another spool of green . . .

Monday, February 26, 2007

One Half Dozen . . .

There are many times in life when one has to be happy with the Little Things. These are eggs. They aren't just ordinary store-bought eggs ~ they are our hens' eggs. Eggs they laid all by themselves without bank loans or contractors or spurious threats of roasting over an open fire. Laugh if you must, but this is an accomplishment. I'm enjoying the colors. There are a few Auracanas in our flock; hence the free Easter eggs.

More bits of happiness . . .

This is my morning kibble: organic Grape Nuts with milk, 100% pure maple syrup and butter. Normally, this isn't a big deal, but this morning I get this view . . .
The sunroom itself wouldn't be such a big deal either if it weren't for its reclamation from construction activities. The room is done enough to live in and catch stuff like this . . .
Life is good.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

What To Do On the Lunar Chinese New Year?

Make a twirly paper pig. That's just what Bennie and I did after a hefty brekkers of eggs, bacon, Potatoes O'Brien and cinnamon buns to die for ~ with coffee for me, of course. Pigs are supposed to be fun loving and generous . . . I'm rather hoping that's how this year will proceed from this point on. In honor of this new year, Ian shared a porcine joke: Spell 'pig' backwards and say,"funny colors."

There are things to do 'round here today ~ moving toilets, setting counter tops, and more. It's Sunday, so many activities are getting put off and ignored. Soon I'll be moving things in the basement. I've started unpacking my past as well. Much has been in storage for the past 9 years. Much will be chucked. Mold does serious stuff. I am lamenting the condition of my vast library already. Another bridge to cross. And then there's stuff I'm sure I've forgotten about. Either it'll be like xmas all over again or a simple releasing ceremony for the damaged object ~ the dumpster. Speaking of dumpsters, here's a funny: the dumpster company we got our present dumpster from went out of business ~ as in, "This number is no longer in service" out of business.

I think I'll just spell 'pig' backwards and worry about it in spring.

Friday, February 16, 2007

In Defense of My Absence

In short, I've been busy.

Here is a finished hearth. It would be great to light a fire in it, but the chimney is on hold awhile ~ like until the Nor'easter melts. Would have made quite a cheery photo with a burning fire, too. We'll shoot for April.














This is a working sink installed into our cool new Emerald Green glass tile (by Daltile) counter. Note the pile of clean dishes.
















These are a working pair of laundering appliances. Note the pile of socks waiting to get darned.
















And while even the Aztecs (or was it the Mayans?) had indoor plumbing, we have surpassed their technology by installing a bourgeois heated mat under the Cancun Blue glass tile (Daltile again). We've dubbed this Eric's Toilet. Not only did he gift us with this lovely bit of porcelain, but it also clogs easily. We've dubbed Ian "The Terminator." Note the brand new plunger withing easy grasp.
















This Wrecked Room became the Rec Room just yesterday. I'm not allowing TV's or video games in this space. It is here that youth and children will interact with each other, even against their wills and despite screaming and moaning, without technology.
















In the meantime, I've decided to get back to some long lost knitting projects by spinning green wool. Stick with me, my story gets better . . .

















These are the neglected items:














The striped sweater will be getting those Molly Weasley sleeves I shamelessly purchased from someone who had the time and expertise to figure out the pattern. My Brighid talisman bag needs a strap and a liner. And the Fair Isle needs sleeves ~ hence the green wool spinning. Because I ran out of the green.

And I had to bake stuff for another Brownies Bake sale. My mother is busy baking one cake which lightens my load considerably. The 1-2-3 Celebration Cake should go for $10 ~ it's an old family recipe. Not my family's, but it's cute, cuddly and easily adoptable.

I don't know when I'll have time to paint again. At least I can spin at odd moments and knit in bed ~ good clean, wholesome knitting. No G-strings, please.