We aren’t getting any younger here. As evidenced by my mom turning 73. She just kept saying she never thought she would make it to 40, let alone 73. Part of her gift was these little face cloths.
I’ve finally put the Canadian drama yarn socks to bed. After darning them 3 times, I just can’t anymore. I guess I’ll have to get on that knitting socks thing. After I finish my mom’s size 11 pair. Luckily, they are with worsted, (but still, size 11!) which is easier on my floppy paw. (I totally need a more positive name for that thing) However, I injured my left arm in the Great Sleeping Incident ’18.
When the GSI’18 happened, I warped my loom, hoping to catch up on the Spunky Eclectic Weaving Club.
You! In the back! You can stop rolling your eyes right now! I have things! In my head! That aren’t brains! It has been an exhausting and injurious month. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
In better news, our Mo has been able to donate $1200 so far to my Bike MS ride (I can’t wait until my team puts in the matching amount!) and is waiting for VAT to be paid to donate the rest. Thank you to her, everyone who bought her patterns, and that thing that happened with the Ravelry Gods. So, if you’re feeling all warm and fuzzy now, go forth and wish her a happy birthday.
Happy Thursday y’all! Or something.
A little over nine years ago, I came to Texas (the state) to visit Texas (the man) between his contracts. While here, I bought some yarn and started some mitts. It took me almost a year to finish them (because young love or something). From my notes, I apparently finished them while I was hospitalized for the first time for my NMO.
I’ve loved those mitts, and they show it. Felted in spots, holes in others. They’ve hauled wood, driven tractors, fed cows and chickens and ducks. They’ve been to CA and PA and Jersey. They’ve made long drives to Dallas and Nacogdoches. Tiny towns, metroplexes, camping, fishing, working, playing. They’ve done it all. They’ve been with me for my whole adventure here.
The time has come to replace them. I tried to make everyone knit some with me for CMMDI, but it didn’t work out. So here is the start of another pair that hopefully will last the next 9 years. I’m going with the same pattern because nostalgia and I like the simplicity. I do wish I had some appropriate red yarn, but I’ve had this Beaverslide for a while.
The yarn is far thicker than what I has before, and I will finish these, but I think I’ll be making another pair with lighter weight yarn. Hopefully I can whip out the second mitt before the next arctic front hits.
Happy Tuesday y’all!
The mitten I am working on? Hidden under the cat. /sigh
Guess I’ll fold the laundry.
2nd annual girls trip to Galveston.
The extra night was worth it. We took the duck boat tour, had amazing dinners, visited museums, walked the Strand (which is NOT on the beach).
I blame Rosie since she bought a sewing machine. The black and white one wraps a little, so I have some hand sewing to tack down the split. Because no one wants to see my undies while I’m trolling around town.
While not busy making pretty sun dresses, I’m planning a weekend camping trip. While knitting, swimming, biking, and cross stitching. I may also be going to a weaving class. That forced “vacation” has me doing ALL the things.
Life is too short y’all, go out and grab it by the balls!
While Texas’ birthday isn’t until the 29th, because of work, we took some time last weekend to do little trips and enjoy ourselves. As much as I tried, he wouldn’t wear a birthday tiara for me. But, whatever.
He did buy me some fiber. Because apparently I spin.
After he charmed the ladies here:
I will be going back to Homestead Heritage Craft Village for some rigid heddle weaving classes. I got invited to sit and knit or spin with them on Saturdays, but 88 miles – one way – for a knitting circle may be a little much. (I still haven’t made it to the one down the road at La Madeline because, well, honestly, I am me and hate people, and do I really want to mix my yarn with faux ooofy food?) Also, the lady in the wheelchair showed me how to spin on my book charka. I wish I would have gotten it out that evening and tried it.
Our plans had to be scaled back a little because someone split his hamstring and couldn’t do a lot of walking. I also had to do all of the driving. In his truck. With no lumbar support.
It did force me to be all do-it-yourself chick and I finally fixed my passenger seatbelt. Which involved pulling out the back seat a little and basically ripping out the interior rear quarter panel.
So, yeah. Life, love, laughter, and squish.
Happy Zombie Day y’all! However you celebrate (or don’t).
p.s. If you want to help us ride in the MS 150, we each need to raise $300.
Michael’s MS 150 page
My MS 150 page
My true love gave to me…. an FO because of an Aussie.
Hey, it rhymed. Julia shawl, details here. But I will tell you that it took almost a year to knit. Because life. Well, and ALL the stockinette was slightly boring.
I’m now “working” on the sweater I started last February. I only have a sleeve and the bottom edge to finish. Again, life. I’m trying to buckle down now that it is cold and the month that Cookie makes me do things. In case you were wondering, she’s been making me do things since 2013. I don’t care if she now wants to be a Cow, she’ll always be a crisp, yummy, chocolate chip with walnuts. Because I want nuts today. Yes, there is a joke in there somewhere.
Happy Wednesday y’all!
p.s. yes, I know it is the 6th.
Seven FOs for the year. In there is my first sweater (about three years in the making) and some cotton socks that sucked my will to live. There are the mitts and shawl that I had to make to match the hat I needed to knit to keep me warm after jiu jitsu. There’s the “sweaty cotton” washcloth (actually 2) that I took camping and finished at Hurricane Harbor. My favorite is the coffee hat. Lovely yarn, from a lovely friend ended with a fun and much loved knit.
In anticipation of the annual CMMDI, I tried to finish one more project.
8 rows and a cast off short. I do however predict it will be my first FO of 2016. I may have even dug out my the sweater that I cast on (and knit most of) right after I finished the first one.
Hope y’all have a happy and safe New Year’s Eve.