Monthly Archives: March 2012

Bad Day

Some days, it just seems like everything goes wrong. Yesterday was that day. I woke up grumpy. I stubbed my healing broken toe on the metal wheel of my desk chair, pretty much re-breaking it. I dyed a brand new lovely cream shirt pink (accidentally) when a red wash cloth hopped on in to the white laundry basket. Nothing I tried to knit was satisfying or going well, I couldn’t run around with Athrun outside in the gorgeous weather. And when I tried to escape to the coffee shop to finally finish those minutes from that one meeting that took place ages ago, I was almost there (on my bike) when I realized I had forgotten my wallet. I was too demoralized to try again, which means the minutes still aren’t done. (You know, the ones that I had almost finished but which mysteriously got replaced with last month’s minutes . . .)

Today, I am going to try to change that. I will go to spinning group (and take knitting because the toe needs to be UP, not down on a treadle swelling to alarming proportions). I will sneak over to the coffee shop and finish the minutes. I will enjoy a lovely Sunday evening off–possibly with a glass of wine. And Monday I will wake up and be productive and happy again and it will be like Saturday never even happened.

JMF Yarn and Fiber CSA Shares are available now!

Spring is in the air, lambs are on the way and my inbox is filling up with emails asking when we will be putting our 2013 Yarn and Fiber CSA Shares go on sale. Well, the wait is over!

This year, we have added a little twist to our Cormo Yarn Shares. For the first time ever, shareholders will be able to chose between worsted weight and dk weight yarn. Shareholders in our Colored Flock will receive a light worsted weight yarn.

As always, shares in our wool harvest are in very limited supply, and most of our previous shareholders re-up their shares every year, and once they’re gone they’re gone. Please don’t wait if you’d like a share.

Knitting is good.

Alas, it was inevitable that I'd have at least one casualty in Project: UFO, but my Nutkin socks were not what I expected to end up frogging.  The beginning fit great... the Spunky in Mermaid was awesome... but somewhere along the line my tension went all crazy ass tight.  I've been wracking my brain trying to think of what I've been doing to make me all crazy ass stressed and I still can't think of a darn thing.

Bye bye Nutkin.




After picking up the buttons from my dad this afternoon (downside with shuffling stuff in and out of UFO status is that two of my buttons got knocked off the button backs- thank you dad for fixin' 'em!), I'm pleased to say that Tappan Zee is now officially finished!  Huzzah!  This is such a fantastic pattern and I've got some JMF DK to make another... it should NOT have taken me as long as it did.  It is super cute and the Silky Wool gives it a fab drape.  It even looks cute over my Snowman Dalek tshirt!

I promise, though, I am not really that scary yellow color.  Or maybe I am and I just have you fooled.

As an added bonus to today's exciting entry, I have spinning!  It's getting crazy up in here!

My Rainbow Brite yarn (otherwise known as what my unicorn farted out):

Approximately 200yds of rainbowy goodness.  Corriedale... formerly was a Grafton batt.

And my next project came about with lots of scientific pondering.  OK... it was really me walking into the spare room and sticking my hand in one of the fiber stash containers and pulling Myrtle out, but I'd rather think it was some kind of cosmic sign.  Accio Myrtle!  She seems to want to spin up kind of thick and squishy.


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This Morning in Pictures

 

knitting is good

Alas, it was inevitable that I’d have at least one casualty in Project: UFO, but my Nutkin socks were not what I expected to end up frogging.  The beginning fit great… the Spunky in Mermaid was awesome… but somewhere along the line my tension went all crazy ass tight.  I’ve been wracking my brain trying […]

Curvemaster

Flowering snowball

I’ve been reading about the curvemaster presser foot for sewing curves for a few months now and decided to give it a shot since I’m working on a quilt that is pretty much all curves. It did take some time to figure out how to assemble the various adapters for my machine and it doesn’t really come with much instruction. I found the videos helped a little but there just isn’t a lot of information out there about the foot itself, it all focuses on how to sew with it. Once assembled it’s angled a bit when your presser foot is raised but when you lower it the foot moves into position. At first I thought I had t move my needle position way to the left but it was centered after the foot was lowered.

In the photo I have one block done with a regular 1/4″ foot and loads of pins and the other block is my first attempt with the curvemaster. It takes a little  practice but this is really not a bad first attempt. I do think the seam is a little too narrow so that the block doesn’t sit flat and you get a big roll in your seam so that you’ll need fairly close quilting to keep everything in place. I might just quilt it by doing top stitching along the edges of the “petals” where that roll occurs.

Wash Day …

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Circa 1911


One of Those Encounters

I think it is generally agreed that I have my share of bizarro encounters while out and about.  I have that kind of aura, I guess.  You know how it goes – if there’s an unhinged person in line at Starbucks, I’m 100% sure to be the one they unload on.  I’m especially a sucker for the high – functioning types.  I’m generally a few exchanges into small talk with a normal seeming stranger before the crazy rears its head and it’s too late for me to back out and pretend not to notice.

Like the time a few years back when some guy at the car wash asked if I liked driving my Saab and what kind of mileage it got? And he seemed nice, if a little immature.  Until he busted out a water hose and started spraying me down with it.

Then there’s the creepy drive – thru guy at our Dunkin Donuts that acts like I’m his long lost love – interest every time I pull around to pay for my iced vanilla latte.  “Oh I didn’t know it was YOOOUUUU.  So……girl…..how you been, eh???” Picture him leaning half out of the window and looking all bedroom – eyed and you get the idea.  I’m pretty sure he does this to all the ladies, but it’s still annoying when my kid’s screaming in the back seat and it’s raining into my car and I just want my damn latte and he thinks it’s time to bust a move.  Note to corporate DD: I’ve stopped going there because of this.

So today’s crazy encounter didn’t seem to be out of the ordinary. At first.

I had to run to Food Lion for some lunch items for the kids and I didn’t want to be out very long because Oona was melting down.

I got my basket of things and found an open register where a woman with a few vegetables was just paying.  I thought.

She was paying for something, but not the veg.  So when she finished (and I had all my items on the belt) the cashier looked at her and said “So….we’re just waiting on him then?” 

And the girl nodded her head and I thought great. But, it happens quite a lot that people will walk away like that and make the rest of us wait.  I learned a long time ago there’s no point in getting upset over it.  So I started playing with my phone.

And waiting. And waiting some more.  And then more.  I tweeted that I was waiting, but I didn’t look up from my phone.  The cashier was obviously in a state of annoyance and I didn’t want there to be a fuss so I pretended all was well.

Then he shows up.  I pick up my head as he’s saying “Sorry I just needed this” and for some reason I will never know, he gives me the most wicked, “I love that I kept you waiting” grin.  Not knowing what to do, I smiled back feebly and looked back at my phone while he paid.  Or, while his woman paid.  At which point, while the cashier is bagging everything and making change, the guy walks around behind me, grabs a few packs of gum, walks back around in front of me again and hands it to the cashier.

The cashier says “I’m sorry, did you want to add that to your order?”

And then.  And then he says “NO.  I want to make a new order with this”.  And gives me that smile again.

And that’s when my phone rang.  Neve wanted to know if I would be home soon.  “Well”, I said, “If I ever get out of here”. 

I didn’t make eye contact, but I said it clear enough to be sure they heard me.  And I looked straight at the woman as I said it.

Then they left.  And this is where it should have ended.  With me saying “What a bunch of inconsiderate assholes” and them saying “Wow what an impatient bitch”.

But this is me, and I live in crazy -  people land.

So after I paid and left the store and got to me car I noticed another car pull up behind me.  I was just opening my door to get in and I can see it’s them.  Pointing at me.  Obviously.  And the girl is laughing with that same wicked look on her face that her male counterpart had had earlier.

I GOT IN MY CAR AND SHUT THE DOOR.

They very, very slowly, they pulled next to me, then in front of me, then left.  I didn’t look at their car to get a tag # because I had the distinct impression they were trying to pull me into something I had no desire to be a part of.

I drove home a bit rattled.

What could I have done differently?   Would it have mattered if I had not answered my phone and said anything?  I promise you if I ever kept anyone waiting in line like that someone would have read me the riot act.

Bottom line is, of course not.  They had something not right about them from the get – go.

I can tell you with absolute certainty it won’t be the last time something like this happens. I can only hope they all turn out hilariously so I can at least write about it.

 

 

 

 

 


The Calm After the Storm

We're all a little wiped out after yesterday's excitement - the sheep were sheared in spite of the rain, and we got a lot of other big jobs out of the way in the face of those intermittent rain showers.


Ruthie finished her breakfast this morning and then proceeded to start her morning nap, using my boot as a pillow.  It was hard to step away from all that sweet puppy love, so I took some time out for a scritch session.


Of course, you can't have a doggy scritch session and not expect every dog in the field to come running, so we made a little room for Vanni.  Love, love, love.


That set the tone for my morning - the rain has somehow decided to go around us, so I had time to just be with my babies... to go through the motions and tasks slowly and deliberately.  Check out my new wagon -- I treated myself since I had nearly worn out my first one.  This new wagon is the bee's knees: has a huge carrying capacity and nice new tires that roll like a dream.  It may not seem like much to a casual observer, but it makes my daily life soooo much nicer.


I got a chance to check out the sheep a little more closely, without their fleeces.  Everybody seems to be in great shape, weight wise - even without any grain supplement this year.  Considering the drought, I'm very happy to see this.  Hay prices are astronomical, but we're managing.  I didn't even have to worm this year.  The Gulf Coast sheep are super parasite-resistant, and have done beautifully, even without as much pasture rotation as I would have liked.  The real proof of the pudding is the quality of the wool, and we did amazing in that department this year.  I'm still just shaking my head.


It's forecast to be a rainy weekend, but with shearing behind us, and warmer temperatures ahead, I say, bring it on.  Got my new boots broken in, and I'm invincible.


The Gregg Salvia tells me spring is here for good, and it's time to put this crazy winter behind us. 

Weekend Reading

The new Sweet Paul Magazine is up today and it is a peach!

Smooth Moves: How Sara Blakely rehabilitated the girdle from the New  Yorker. I really enjoyed this article about the woman who invented Spanx.

The Body of Somerton Beach from Smithsonian Magazine. A detailed account of a mysterious body found in Australia in 1948—the man was never identified, and his cause of death remains unknown.

Anatomy of a Greenpoint Bike Accident from The Village Voice. This article makes me glad I don’t have to rely on bike transportation.

Nickeled and Dimed, Ten Years Later by Barbara Ehrenreich.  If you haven’t read the original, I highly recommend it as well.

 

What are you reading this week that we should know about?