When Lent and Mid-life Collide

My husband is so freakin’ adorable.  He is a really wonderful man and he loves his faith – we both do – and Lent is a very meaningful time for us.  So, imagine my surprise when he lamented the fact that he was exempt from the prescribed days of fast and abstinence because he was a ‘man of a certain age’.   But what a wonderful way to view aging.  To him, though, it is not about what he has ‘lost’ rather, about what he has to gain.  Does that make sense?  To keep it real, even Snoopy had his moments!

On to knitting…

Oh boy am I enjoying the All-Ways Cowl.  I am also enjoying the compliments I am receiving!  Mind you, for all the years I have been knitting, I still look at my work with hyper-critical eyes.  Sure, I have made some oops on this project, but I am reluctant to rip back because the yarn is single ply and with too much fuss becomes wild and crazy!  Honestly?  The beading is really the focal point and if I get that part correct, it will be a stunner.  Wanna see an updated photo?  or two?

The photo on the left reflects the colors best.  Regardless of the outcome, I consider a project, knitting or otherwise, a success when I come away with a better understanding of how things work.  With this one, I have learned I must be very ginger with single-ply yarn.  I have learned that there are multiple methods for adding beads to your knitting and there are reasons for each.  I have also learned that leaving my knitting out at work attracts the curious, which results in the dropped stitches that immediately follow the cry of “oooh!  let me see what you’re working on!”  :cue the sound of beads bouncing off the desk:  I don’t have to tell you that the reason employers use that speckled, low-pile carpet is because it hides a multitude of sin, and in this case, teeny-tiny beads.

Other fun things on the needles include two pairs of socks, and a baby sweater for a little girl.  I will post more on these as I make progress; right now they are in their infancy.

20180215_125417.jpgIn my glass:  Coconut water and frozen fruit cubes.  Delish!

 

 

 

In my ears:  INXS Original Sin.  You can read about this tribute album here.

Saint du Jour:  St. Berach, an Irish Abbot.  He is the patron saint of Kilbarry, County Dublin.  I’ll drink to that!

In my heart:  These guys

The Measure of a Man…

The True Measure of a Man

There is an unpublished version of this quote.  “The measure of a man is directly affected by how much snow is expected.”

I had such a nice post for today.  I wrote it bright and early this morning.  OK, so it was dark o’clock, but still lovely.   It had photos and links and everything!  I interrupt that post to bring you the following rant.

I live in New York.  Not Southern New York where they get a possible ‘wintry mix’, or Upstate New York where your eyelashes freeze when you get the mail, but the Mid-Hudson Valley where, in the summer we have warm weather and thunderstorms and in the winter, we have snow.  SNOW people…SNOW!  We don’t need dog sleds or skis to get us from point A to point B because we have plows.  Big trucks that move snow, destroy mailboxes and render lawns impossible to mow in the summer.   Oh sure, we have blizzards and other extreme weather, but a foot of snow 12 hours from now, does not warrant jackass behavior!  Driving to and from the supermarket this afternoon was a daredevil act not worth repeating.  Listen up.  In my humble opinion, nothing warrants tailgating.  Some drivers took it to another level.  If you want to drive THAT close to me, there better be a tornado chasing you.  At the supermarket, as if cashiers weZombie Minionren’t already at a premium, some dear soul in her haste, dropped a glass jar of some awful smelling somethingorother, requiring that line to shut down while another one opened, as customers argued about who was in the line first.  (This is a perfect example of why liquor should be sold in supermarkets).   The one humorous moment came when an elderly woman on the line next to me, inquired if the Zombie Apocalypse was real.  I want to kiss her whole face!!

Snow day or not, I will share my previously written post with you all tomorrow.

If you are in my neck of the woods, enjoy the day…grab a bottle, hunker down and knit.

On the ears:  Madden Football for the PS4

In the glass:  Santa Cristina Toscana

Have a wonderful evening.

Peace to you all!!

Regina

Day 4, Reason 4

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Halloween 2017 – The theme was “SCARY” so I went as a basket of my son’s dirty laundry

I would not want to spend my free time looking at my face, why would you?  I know that sounds dorky, but another reason I decided against podcasting is insecurity.  That’s legit, right?

Did you know?  Directions for laundering microfiber cleaning/dusting cloths specific state NO FABRIC SOFTENER.  This is most likely because the effectiveness of these gems is in part due to static electricity.

Did you also know?  Static electricity causes fabrics to cling to each other?  You probably did.

True confession:  My husband walked around NYC for business one day wearing a dust cloth under his shirt.  He discovered it in the men’s room of a restaurant at the end of his day.  He still loves me, bless his heart.

The fourth project I finished recently was a baby blanket for the knitting art club we have at the middle school.  Every year, the art teacher provides yarn, needles and instruction to students interested in knitting a blanket for the NICU of a local hospital. It is remarkable what these kids can accomplish!  Some take to it like a fish to water.  This year she donated over 120 hand knit/crocheted items.  We were blessed with a donation of yarn this year from local yarn goddess, Jill Draper.  Please take a moment and visit her Etsy shop Jill Draper Makes Stuff  Her yarn is beautiful and her heart is expansive.

The blanket I knit was from an existing stash.  I don’t care for the yarn, it split easily, but the colors are so pretty.  I did not use a pattern, and I added cables when knitting the purple parts. I did not take a photo of the finished blanket.  I blocked it aggressively and the end result was less crinkly and more lacy.

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Willow Yarns Dappled Violets

Sipping:  Lavazzo Espresso Perfetto Blend (don’t be impressed, it’s for the Keurig)

Listening: Jessica by the Allman Brothers Band – Brothers and Sisters (can’t. get. enough.)

Saint du jour:  St. Bridgid, patron of Ireland, dairymaids, cattle, midwives, Irish nuns, and newborn babies.  I like this lady.  With Killian as a maiden name what’s not to love.  Apparently, Bridgid’s mother was baptized by St. Patrick!  Let’s keep everyone under her care close to our hearts.

Peace to all!

Regina

I posted an adorable photo of Razz here

Don’t Stop Me Now

I’m on a roll.
Two consecutive posts? I think this is a first.  I named these “Dead On My Feet” because the yarn is part of Lolodidit‘s Pretty Little Zombies, in the “I :heart: Michonne” colorway on the plush sock base.

Dead On My Feet
Dead On My Feet

I did the usual 2×2 ribbing and generic leg, two at a time magic loop on a 40″ 2 US Addi Sock Rockets.  I heard the Fish Lips Kiss Heel mentioned on a number of podcasts, so I thought I would give it a go.  I completed the sock with a round toe and kitchener finish.  If you don’t own the FLKH pattern, I recommend you do.  The designer charges $1.00 (I know!!)  and it is definitely something to keep in your bag o’ tricks.  It is easy, quick and makes a smooth turn without any gaps.  I don’t think it will replace the heel flap/gusset for me, because I am hard on my socks, but it is nice for when you want very little interruption in the pattern of your yarn.

On a different topic.  I have been toying with the idea of podcasting for about a year now.  I recorded my first episode the other day.  At the risk of disappointing the knitting world, I have decided against it.  For now.  I think it goes back to yesterday’s quote about busy-ness.  I do not fare well when my obligation/option ratio is out of whack and I certainly don’t want anything knitting related to be an obligation.  One of the designers I follow put out an all-call for test knitters.  I was not one of those selected.  Later that day I watched one of my favorite podcasts, The Gentle Knitter, and she spoke of how little she knit for pleasure because she was regularly asked to be a test knitter-knitting to deadlines, taking copious notes and unable to share her work with those who follow her program.  Not my kinda gig.  Is it yours?  If so, why?  Has there ever been a time when you didn’t enjoy knitting?  I can think of one or two times myself.  I am curious to hear your experiences.  Is this a ‘thing’?

Tomorrow, I’ll share another recently finished object and more observations on podcasting.

Trufax:  Today’s Saint of the Day is St. Aldegunais (who I have never heard of…).  She is patron of cancer suffers and wounds.  Let’s keep those who are suffering in mind today.

Be well,

Regina