I love you so much, sweet girl. Thanks for making me a Meema.
30 January 2008
29 January 2008
Cold enough for you?
Yes, and thanks for asking.
I love living in Minnesota for many reasons, winter actually being one of them. I'm one of those people that needs to see distinct seasons change in her back yard. The cold weather is not horrid; dressed appropriately, most is bearable. I once heard a winter adventurer (my memory with names is appalling, sorry) sing the praises of wearing the three "W's" - a wicking layer next to the skin, a warmth layer to hold in heat, and an outer wind layer to keep the cold air from penetrating. Believe me, it works like a charm.
My knitting self practically laughs in the face of forecasts like tonight's:
Overnight: Partly cloudy, with a low around -20F. Wind chill values between -39F and -44F. Blustery, with a west/northwest wind between 15 and 20 mph, with gusts as high as 28 mph.
HaveI ever mentioned my love affair with all things wool? If Minnesota had a state fiber, it would have to be wool.
Or maybe Thinsulate®...
28 January 2008
The Space Shuttle Challenger disaster occurred 22 years ago today - where were you? I was home sick from school, watching my favorite soap opera, and saw it live on television. I recall it feeling slightly unreal. It was hard to make an emotional connection right away; that changed in the following days.
President Ronald Reagan's national address that evening paraphrased several lines from the poem "High Flight" by John Gillespie Magee, Jr., an aviator who died during WWII:
The crew of the space shuttle Challenger honored us by the manner in which they lived their lives. We will never forget them, nor the last time we saw them, this morning, as they prepared for their journey and waved good-bye and "slipped the surly bonds of earth" to "touch the face of God."
If you know me, you can probably guess my feelings about the Reagan years, but I feel this speech was one of his better moments.
27 January 2008
photo credit: Reuben Lalish
And you thought you knit fast... See the story of the exploding knitting needles here. Who knew knitting could be a blood sport? Yowza.
Happy knitting, and, hey - let's be careful out there!
26 January 2008
I always look forward to rehearsals on Wednesday nights. The choir has grown much under Going40's leadership, and serves as a family-away-from-family for its singers; a more supportive group of musicians I have yet to find. J'aime le St. Paul's Choir!
P.S. We don't actually wear Stetsons.
P.P.S. I don't actually speak French.
P.P.P.S. You figured that out all by yourself, didn't you?
25 January 2008
Kidlet has grown adept in her position as Gift Wrap Removal Assistant; a moonlighting stint as Musical Card Appreciator is also figuring in nicely. As luck would have it, Christmas and J's birthday immediately precede Kidlet's (next week!), so her gift-unwrapping pump is primed and ready for more...
Looky there - the finished Wavy!
24 January 2008
23 January 2008
Almost each day this month she has mentioned - with visible sadness - that she spilled milk on her "beautiful sweater," and it needs to be washed and dried, and she's sorry. This happened several weeks ago, but the remorse on her face makes it seem like last night.
22 January 2008
I like water. Most of the time.
Water - so elemental, so pure - has the power to unlock enormous potential. Note the humble Chia; when given its fill of the fluid, it grows like a weed (I'm sure it's a weed in someone's yard, somewhere). I am a much happier person when I, too, am fully hydrated like the Chia of Kidlet.
My kitchen walls, ceiling, and floor, however, are NOT aficionados of water in quantity. They are saturated to the point of dripping, thanks to the power of gravity and the ancient pipes connected to my upstairs neighbor's kitchen sink.
Meema is not amused.
Meema is not fond of water out of place.
Meema smells mold.
Oh, sing with me the lament of soggy lathe and plaster!
Of course, like all stories of this nature, the tragedy began on the Friday of a three-day holiday weekend. A weekend when the landlord was out of state with his family. He has since returned, made repair to the offending pipe, and is out of town again. My neighbor still has a barely functional kitchen sink, poor girl. Now we wait for one (?) or two (?!?) weeks for it all to dry out, then needs will be assessed and repairs begin.
The bright spot? Hey, at least I don't own the place. But Nana and Papa may have visitors this weekend...
21 January 2008
Some people will only see today as a vacation day from school, or as an inconvenience because the bank/post office/stock market isn't open. I encourage you to take a moment to listen to Dr. King's speech from the March on Washington.And for bite-sized insight, visit this site to read ten of the many famous quotes of the late Martin Luther King, Jr.
20 January 2008
19 January 2008
18 January 2008
Yesterday marked two weeks since Caytie and mWAK added Baby D to their family. Wednesday evening Cate and both kids visited our church choir rehearsal, staying for almost an hout. D even endured being passed through the alto section while we were
making noise rehearsing. Perspective is an amazing thing: hearing D's stats right after he was born, I thought, "What a good-sized-almost-big baby!" But after living with and tossing around a 3-year-old, 8lbs 14oz is teeny, tiny, and downright pocket-sized. B impressed many by folding herself up into the baby seat - possibly a foreshadowing of vocation? Factoid: New Baby Smell has to be the most optimistic(?) smell around(to clarify, that's the smell on top of the head). Mmm.
17 January 2008
“We need to move away from more and global to less and local; from accumulation of unnecessary clutter to enjoyment of good things in life like art, music, friendship and free time. We need to shift from waste to frugality, from consuming to making, from illusion to imagination, from desire to delight and from consumption of natural resources to an appreciation of the natural.”-Satish Kumar
16 January 2008
Squeeee! I wanted to blog about this yesterday when I received it, but waited until I had a picture to accompany the text (the actual crayon masterpiece is more vivid in person than this scan would have you believe):
My darling Kidlet approached me yesterday (before going to work at The Yarnery) with this in her hands, saying, "Meema, I made you yarn!"
"Oh, no!" said Meema, "This is far too precious to sell. No one will ever buy this from me, ever!"
Kidlet beamed with pride and satisfaction. "No one at The Yarnery can buy this yarn?"
"Nope, because it's mine!"
Is this not the most exquisite handspun you have ever seen? Eat your hearts out, fellow knitters - my stash officially rocks the kasbah.
15 January 2008
Ch-ch-ch-Chia update: It's alive!! Apparently the mighty Chia is up to the challenge of residing with me; my record with houseplants has been abysmal in recent years (just ask J). Sprouts have been spotted and confirmed - see the little comma-like squiggles? Double-click on the photo, and you'll see them much closer than you ever thought necessary. Not nearly the entertainment factor of Sea Monkeys, but almost. Kidlet is still enamored with the project. Just like the Hokey Pokey, that's what it's all about.
I continue to be amazed that I'm getting paid to
hang out work at the LYSTTS (Local Yarn Shop to the Stars). I've really been enjoying the people I work with, and the atmosphere is much more - comfortable? relaxed? grounded in reality? - than my last retail gig. And congratulate me, 'cuz I haven't been buying more than I'm taking home. It's actually profitable... for now...
P.S. One ball to go on the Wavy. Woo hoo!
14 January 2008
- Please use the English alphabet.
- Specify if your entry is to be considered appropriate for a children's alphabet (G-rated), or one for adults (with saucy senses of humor, of course).
- Relevance to knitting/knitters/yarny things, as well as overall rhyme scheme of multiple sequential letters will be considered in the final evaluation.
- Submissions should be made as comments to THIS blog post.
- Deadline for submissions will be 11:59pm Central time (GMT -6:00) on Monday, January 21, 2008.And, you might ask, what about the prizes (aside from the deep respect of your fellow blog commenters)? Why, alpaca yarny goodness! Worsted hand-painted, fluffy sport weight, delicate lace weight... yum. The first place entry will have first dibs, then second, and so on. Meema endorses the concept of multiple winners.
Put on your felted thinking caps, and see you at the finish line!
ADDENDUM: A question was raised this evening about the number of letters per submission. The answer - you can enter as few or as many of the 26 as you'd like. A pair of letters (a+b, c+d, ..., w+x, y+z) would serve best for working your rhyming muscles. Want to do the whole series? Be our guest!
13 January 2008
- Still the Wavy scarf for J, although length is visibly accumulating now - there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
- Cast on the Braids & Bobbles Hat AC-60 by Fiber Trends in Cascade 220 (the same green as my Wavy scarf). - Kidlet's Christmas sweater now has the perfect buttons plus one. I found these cute yellow buttons at - where else? - The Yarnery. As I was stitching them on, she wanted to thread buttons, too. I let her play with some larger ones in my jar, and she grew quite fond of some big green 4-holes. She wanted them for her sweater, but I had to explain they were too big for the buttonholes, and there were only five buttons for the six holes. A compromise was reached, and now there is a lone green button on the left chest. Who am I to deny Kidlet's self-expression, just because she can't sew on her own buttons yet? I realize you were promised contest details this weekend, my faithful readers; I know the prizes, I just haven't fleshed out the details of how to determine the recipients. Can you feel the electric charge in the air? Stash enhancement is on the horizon. I leave you with one tantalizing word:
- Kidlet's Christmas sweater now has the perfect buttons plus one. I found these cute yellow buttons at - where else? - The Yarnery. As I was stitching them on, she wanted to thread buttons, too. I let her play with some larger ones in my jar, and she grew quite fond of some big green 4-holes. She wanted them for her sweater, but I had to explain they were too big for the buttonholes, and there were only five buttons for the six holes. A compromise was reached, and now there is a lone green button on the left chest. Who am I to deny Kidlet's self-expression, just because she can't sew on her own buttons yet?
I realize you were promised contest details this weekend, my faithful readers; I know the prizes, I just haven't fleshed out the details of how to determine the recipients. Can you feel the electric charge in the air? Stash enhancement is on the horizon. I leave you with one tantalizing word:alpaca. alpaca. alpaca.
12 January 2008
[Never mind. Thanks, Scott!]
Kidlet has a very Norwegian name - a Norwegian goddess, actually - followed by my uber-Norse surname. Not a drop of the blood in her, but you'd never know to hear her. Today [Saturday] she was playing with her pogo-ball-whatever and, out of the blue, said, "Uff da, this ball sure is heavy!" (No hyphen, eWAC.)
In other maternal news, Kidlet and I planted her Chia Turtle. No, I didn't buy it for her; this was my sister's doing. I can't knock it or Sis, though. Whatever Sis chooses for Kidlet turns to pure gold - the Chia, the Ten Tiny Tadpoles book which must be read every night she spends in St. Paul, the Sit-n-Spin... If you need gift suggestions for the preschool set, I'll hook ya up with my sister. Anyway, the Chia was exciting even while soaking overnight in a bowl of water, let alone smearing slimy seeds on its shell. I love this age! Watch for Chia updates to come.
Side comment on all things Chia: doesn't it seem like the logical animal to bear a growing fluffy coat would be a sheep? I'm just sayin'.
11 January 2008
10 January 2008
09 January 2008
I had a "Come-to-Jesus" moment with my yarn stash yesterday as I dug around in my closet. Looking for some DK wool for a project, I came to the sad and frightening realization that, despite the 100+ photos of fiber on my Ravelry page, I still have undocumented yarn. Yikes - I think a contest is in order here. Have a suggestion for one? Leave a comment and help build a better blogosphere. Here's to typing regularly and knitting frequently!
Here's to typing regularly and knitting frequently!
07 January 2008
A look back at my holiday knitting reveals quite a few - nay, many - felted objects. I'm prepared to call it a subconscious theme; you should do the same.
Previous posts o' mine mentioned that Going40 up and Went40 last Friday. To mark the occasion, his partner eWAC and I concocted a crafty display, inspired by this (ironically from a website featured on Going40's own Best of 2007 blog post). After felting many a thrift store sweater, I cut out letters and fashioned loops of Malabrigo yarn (40's fave - see the list again) to a rope of Misti Alpaca Super Chunky yarn and made this garland:
eWAC hung it in their home for Scooter to see on his natal morn, then transported it to the party that evening, where it hung above pictures from 40's childhood.
I really love how it turned out - squishy soft wool at every turn, and a recycled project to boot. What a wonderful world.
06 January 2008
"Not sure which pattern you should use? Let's look in the book - oh, here! Now let's get you some yarn... and needles... ooh, and a bag to keep it all in!"
Lord knows I'm constantly making a mental list for myself:
"Oh, wouldn't this yarn make a fabulous [insert object] for [insert name]," or, "I could see a reason why I might need [insert pattern] on hand someday."
Hmmm. OK, so maybe it's not a bring-home-a-paycheck situation so much as a keep-a-scary-habit-self-supporting situation. I can live with that.
05 January 2008
[rant alert for Christmas observers] Have you noticed that, all these past eleven days, you didn't hear one note of holiday music on your radio? It maddens me that our hyper-commercial culture inundates the airwaves with holiday tunes starting the day after Thanksgiving, then shuts them off at 11:59 pm on 25 December. Many people are actually convinced that the twelve days end with Christmas Day, not begin. The weeks leading up to the 25th are meant to be full of anticipation and wonder, yet as we arrive at Christmas, we're often "all Christmas-ed out." I'm just sayin'.
04 January 2008
Newsy news: Caytie and Mark with a K have a new son! He was delivered last night at 5:38 (I missed the pool on the gender card). Everyone is well and happy.
Happy Birthday today to Going40! He wears the quatrogenarian mantle well, don't you think?
In all things knitting, I have two more Woolly Nest Ornaments to make for family members. J's Wavy scarf seems not to grow, despite continual knitting - have you ever had a project like that? Frustrating and slightly unmotivating, but I refuse to let a half-knitted item become the boss of me.
03 January 2008
I will be using them just as long as I can.
Happy knitting to all, and to all a good morning!
Addendum: They were out of these at the counter, but I found them in one of the vending machines in the lobby at my P.O. Good luck in your quest!
02 January 2008
Good luck and an official Mr. McFeely wish in song to Caytie and her husband as the Pitocin starts dripping early tomorrow morning.
(My votes are a Solveig on the 3rd after 5pm. You can vote on her blog's sidebar.)
Have a great end to your week - knit something for yourself!