Monday, June 18, 2007

Use a Notebook!

These are the pieces done on the throw-turned-skirt-now-sweater. As mentioned, there's no pattern I'm following except where my mind goes knitting it ~ which could end in a fashion crash and burn. But I'm willing to make that mistake. One should not endeavor such projects without the Knitting Notebook, however. Like the necessary towel in A Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, a notebook is paramount in recording information of the progress at hand; especially if that progress includes replicating something like a sleeve. I had a complete brain fart as to how I'd done the first sleeve and had to restart the second sleeve three (3, III) times. I'm in a good groove now that's sorted out, but I have other puzzles to sort through: I've knit this thing totally tubular ~ I'll need to figure out how it should be pieced together. Will I be knitting a yoke? The torso was originally knitted with the purple at the bottom (that's when it would have been a throw). And there's a slit at the top (that's when it would have been a skirt). So now I have this sort of bodice thing going on and I have to figure out how to make something happen with shoulders and a collar. And if I can remember to use my Knitting Notebook, I might actually be able to translate this into a pattern that others can knit in the future . . . but let's not get ahead ourselves. What's important is . . .





What Bennie will be wearing for Halloween this coming year. Yes, it may be a bit early, but I've heard of folks knitting xmas gifts about this time of year too. So I'm not off my tree altogether. Bennie is sporting a machine-sewn, velvetine screaming pink and black cat costume made for me (at about the same age) by my mother. It's safe to say this costume is about 30 years old ~ does that classify as a "Family Heirloom?" Nonetheless, once Bennie has worn it this trick or treat season, it shall bequeathed to Cousin Fiona. She should fit in it when she's about 8 years old.

Saturday, June 16, 2007

Birthday Acheived

Before Tom went out to dinner with Uncle Jim and Gran'ma yesterday, we did quick songs and cake. Do not laugh at the cake. It was made completely from scratch on minimal ingredients. With all the eggs, it was disappointing to use only one in The Joy of Cooking's One-Egg Cake recipe. (At least I can prep possum in a pinch ~ that's in The Joy of Cooking too.) I also tried a recipe for Boiled Icing; a little too sugary, but that is likely due to inexperience in this particular culinary art. After enduring my baking experiment, one I slaved over until 11:00 pm the night before, Tom went to Outback and enjoyed Shrimp on the Barbie with good company.


I am blindsided by this Teenage thing that is no longer impending. It's here with all its fury and pain, its pride and beauty. It's hard to realize we need to make reasonable suggestions rather than impose rules, provide necessities without coddling, give support and encouragement for independent choices. Tom does a fair lot on his own ~ cooking, caring for prized possessions, attending to basic hygiene. This young person is going to need less and less from us and that's the way it's supposed to be . . . Well, until he needs the car. That'll be another matter.

In the meantime, on the needles is another experiment: I think it will be a sweater. Rather forgot to take pictures of it ~ next post. Ruth will be happy to know I'm using her travelling wool. This will mark the first time I'm making something on my own, without instructions. I'm flying without a net, feeling no fear . . . maybe a little trepidation, but no fear. And, by golly, I'm on flame vigil tonight. I do enjoy my vigils!

Monday, June 11, 2007

Accomplishements

It is a sad commentary on life that my only thrill is to have an 8-month-old puppy remember to poop out of doors. For a brief moment, I rather thought it had been my only recent accomplishment, but then I took a look around . . .



I've planted tomatoes . . .













Bennie bridged to Junior Girl Scouts . . .













The Fair Isle is done . . .














And we are now Nouveaux Rock . . .
















This is not necessarily an accomplishment, but merely an indication that Dirk and I have finally gone 'round the bend. This Goldie our Colombian Rock rooster. Much to our delight, he seems to be surviving a raccoon attack. Goldie doesn't hold his head up very well, hence the rolled up T-shirt to prop him up, he is eating and doing the other thing not quite out of doors, but does it nonetheless. (Dirk gets clean-up duty on that for once.) As we are eager to see Goldie functional, we're spending an inordinate amount of time holding up his head, making sure he gets a fair feast of bugs and worms, drinking and taking in the sites out side. No crowing and no time with the ladies, but he seems in pretty good spirits otherwise.


Other things that aren't yet accomplishments, but well on the way: painting Tarot images, some Rambouillet spinning on spindle, and designing some Lithuanian symbols in knit ~ all pagan stuff begging to become Something knit-wise. I mean, check these out . . .