It's early in the morning. The house is filled with the sounds of a household preparing for the day's work. My tea is beside me and my cat is on my lap. I have a quick shawl on the needles beside me and a complex stranded sweater opinion my knitting bag.
I really don't feel like working after the day I had yesterday. Some days are like that, I know, but dealing with a few irrational folks have me wanting to just hunker down with a fire in my wood stove and knit until I'm serene (or as close as I ever am to serene) again.
Why wasn't I born a Astor? Never mind, I wouldn't have had the parents I had or the childhood I largely enjoyed.
Off to figure out what to wear for work.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Monday, October 22, 2012
Why I don't have as many finished projects as I would like
Orlando reviews my work:
It's DaeDae that is my real problem. In her eyes any knitted object has to be intended as a cat bed.
And if not, why not?Sunday, October 21, 2012
Mittens
I lost my father this summer: he died as he had lived, with courage and stoicism. One of the many things we did to help mother was to begin the task of sorting his clothes and uniforms and taking them to charity. Dad, as retired Navy and a retired practicing attorney, had many lovely suits, shirts and ties.
Summer had transitioned into fall, so we went through his coats, hats and gloves . And I found the mittens. In the teeth of a hurricane my mother and father had traveled to Virginia Beach to attend my sister in law's father's funeral.
Dad, who was frail, got out of the car in a downpour to ask directions. He lost his balance on wet grass and rocks, landing on his hands. The rocks were sharp and damaged his hands badly. Surgery couldn't fully correct them, and he could not wear his gloves that year.
He complained that when he went outside he was always very cold; he had no way to and keep his hands warm.
So I went to Webs and bought some heathered navy worsted weight yarn. I Found a simple pattern and knit that yarn on needles meant for sock weight and presented him with gloves so thick they may as well have been felted. There they were, obviously well used, in his favorite coat's pockets.
I cleaned them up a little and sent them in with the coat. I hope they get a chance to keep someone else's hands warm
Summer had transitioned into fall, so we went through his coats, hats and gloves . And I found the mittens. In the teeth of a hurricane my mother and father had traveled to Virginia Beach to attend my sister in law's father's funeral.
Dad, who was frail, got out of the car in a downpour to ask directions. He lost his balance on wet grass and rocks, landing on his hands. The rocks were sharp and damaged his hands badly. Surgery couldn't fully correct them, and he could not wear his gloves that year.
He complained that when he went outside he was always very cold; he had no way to and keep his hands warm.
So I went to Webs and bought some heathered navy worsted weight yarn. I Found a simple pattern and knit that yarn on needles meant for sock weight and presented him with gloves so thick they may as well have been felted. There they were, obviously well used, in his favorite coat's pockets.
Rhinebeck (a/k/a theNew York State Sheep & Wool Festival) 2012. Mecca for the fiber arts.
My sister and I hadn't been for a few years so this fine sunny with patches of fog Saturday morning we loaded the car and took off. As it had been some time since we had gone I looked up the address and loaded it into my cell phone. 18 Nevis Road, Tivoli NY. Plugged it into Googlr maps on my IPhone and we went bravely off where thousands of people were already heading.
We had to recalculate, as my sister had left her phone at her office, but we tooled along the Barkhampstead reservoir to 44 west to 199 north to Mountain Ross Road...sort of. They don't do road names in NewYork or New England: if you don't know where you are you shouldn't be here. After 4 retracings we finally arbitrarily decided that the winding barely paved road had to be it, as the little red ball on my google map was right over it, and turned. Up the hill and through numerous twists we went, coming to a T intersection which I didn't recall seeing on the map. Checked the phone again and all was blank. No cell reception.
Tapping the phone, shaking it, and cursing did not restore it, do we took our chances, knowing we needed to head North and West, and took the westward fork of the T, which suddenly turned profoundly South East about 2 miles later. I checked the phone and Bingo! We had a signal: I asked it to calculate for 18 Nevis Road from the current location while my sister kept her eyes on the road. Directions appeared and, just as I started to tell her where to turn, well, all went blank again.
"What do I do?"
"I don't know, the reception is gone..."
Rinse and repeat 8 or 9 times , but we did make it to Nevis Road.
And discovered this was not where the festival was. We had been puzzled by Tivoli, NY but figured the show grounds had crossed the boarder.
Sis, thoroughly disgusted by the phone and probably me, stopped at a Citgo and got correct instructions. We arrived about an hour later than we planned. Once we got into the swing of things we had a blast: perfect fall weather, lovely projects, games for children to keep them happy, llamas, alpacas, cormu and Corriedale sheep, sheepdog demonstrations...and the best French fries on the planet. We even bumped into two of our favorite spinners! And on the way home we fell into a state of Silly Amusement picturing what would have happened if we had rung the bell at 18 Nevis and asked where the vendors were...
Pictures of my haul will follow later but there are 2 footnotes to this tale: we also got lead astray on the way home (one of the signs for a turn on 44 was missing) and I did locate the listing that put the NY SS&WF at 18 Nevis Road. I showed it to my sister and we laughed like fools. Next year, we remember The Dutchess County Fair Grounds and bring a back up, low tech, map!
My sister and I hadn't been for a few years so this fine sunny with patches of fog Saturday morning we loaded the car and took off. As it had been some time since we had gone I looked up the address and loaded it into my cell phone. 18 Nevis Road, Tivoli NY. Plugged it into Googlr maps on my IPhone and we went bravely off where thousands of people were already heading.
We had to recalculate, as my sister had left her phone at her office, but we tooled along the Barkhampstead reservoir to 44 west to 199 north to Mountain Ross Road...sort of. They don't do road names in NewYork or New England: if you don't know where you are you shouldn't be here. After 4 retracings we finally arbitrarily decided that the winding barely paved road had to be it, as the little red ball on my google map was right over it, and turned. Up the hill and through numerous twists we went, coming to a T intersection which I didn't recall seeing on the map. Checked the phone again and all was blank. No cell reception.
Tapping the phone, shaking it, and cursing did not restore it, do we took our chances, knowing we needed to head North and West, and took the westward fork of the T, which suddenly turned profoundly South East about 2 miles later. I checked the phone and Bingo! We had a signal: I asked it to calculate for 18 Nevis Road from the current location while my sister kept her eyes on the road. Directions appeared and, just as I started to tell her where to turn, well, all went blank again.
"What do I do?"
"I don't know, the reception is gone..."
Rinse and repeat 8 or 9 times , but we did make it to Nevis Road.
And discovered this was not where the festival was. We had been puzzled by Tivoli, NY but figured the show grounds had crossed the boarder.
Sis, thoroughly disgusted by the phone and probably me, stopped at a Citgo and got correct instructions. We arrived about an hour later than we planned. Once we got into the swing of things we had a blast: perfect fall weather, lovely projects, games for children to keep them happy, llamas, alpacas, cormu and Corriedale sheep, sheepdog demonstrations...and the best French fries on the planet. We even bumped into two of our favorite spinners! And on the way home we fell into a state of Silly Amusement picturing what would have happened if we had rung the bell at 18 Nevis and asked where the vendors were...
Pictures of my haul will follow later but there are 2 footnotes to this tale: we also got lead astray on the way home (one of the signs for a turn on 44 was missing) and I did locate the listing that put the NY SS&WF at 18 Nevis Road. I showed it to my sister and we laughed like fools. Next year, we remember The Dutchess County Fair Grounds and bring a back up, low tech, map!
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