…and some days, won’t get in. Other Days, she won’t get out…but I will come back to this story after the other events of my week.

This week, I almost didn’t get the knitting in. It’s been a busy week of a joint birthday party for my Little, Mariah and I; and borrowing my nieces-ages 12 and 14 respectively. Oh, And a half…for both of them. Their math is even mostly right, the twelve year old has two more weeks to the actual half. Alas, we gathered for celebrating my birthday(Tuesday, August 9) and Mariah’s birthday which was June 23. She turned 11 this year, and don’t you forget it;-). No, ladies, I am not disclosing my age, I enjoy that my youthful face earns so many flattering guesses. That, or those young whipper-snappers just look younger every year.

Alas, we went to Applebee’s for dessert (where I thought I had a gift card), but I must have misplaced it. The Banana Cracker Jack Cheesecake was decadent. Jessica(14) enjoyed her triple chocolate meltdown which was chocolate intoxication in the best way possible. Mariah had the oreo cookie shake, which she enjoyed immensely. Elizabeth (12) also enjoyed the Banana Cracker Jack Cheesecake, and was likely grateful she didn’t need to share much of hers, since I had some. Dessert was a nice affair, and one of the few times I’ve fed the kids dessert before dinner…but that’s part of the fun of being an aunt;-).


See, The cat doesn’t want to get in the bag, this time… (This is where I often keep the knitting so it can travel with me as well)

Now, for the knitting. No ripping out this week. In fact, as I sat down for about an hour wait today for a class requirement that was borderline insulting. It’s English 201 and I write for fun. Think about it. It’s always good to have someone else with a good eye look over your work, but this should have been extra credit, not a requirement. I would have been more willing to go if it was extra credit, because then it is a choice. Instead, I sat down with my knitting, and polished off a couple more repeats of the instep expansion. I had time for one more row earlier. I chose not to start it as it would have been a yarn over row. I prefer to save that work for when I can complete the next row when possible.


Current progress on the socks…look, look, I’m almost back to the heel!

It worked out, and since I didn’t get to more knitting this evening as I made the greens and decided how to cook the chicken with a strawberry-papaya and an avocado…well, dinner is an interesting mix of flavors. Perhaps next time I’ll leave out the amaranth and chicken broth, keep the walnuts and put it all over romaine lettuce. It’s good, but I think it will be better as a slightly warmed bit of food over crisp lettuce.


Two more, wait, no, three…or two and three-fifths more repeats to go before I start on the heel. I’ll get there.

Now, back to the socks, I thought about trying them on, but will save that for next week, when the English class “Culinary Curve Balls” are hopefully over and I get to do a happy dance and prepare for Quilt week. Which reminds me of a story…hopefully the nieces don’t read this far–but she’s already half onto me. Darn it.


The Cat, deciding whether or not she’s claiming the entire bag, or sneaking out to inform my niece about this Super-Secret fantasy project….

I was only expecting the younger niece this week, not the older one-whom I’ve been working on a Super-Secret Fantasy Project for some time. The Super Secret Fantasy project had been laid out for some time while I tweaked it and planned it. I work on the simple and portable parts at work to keep from going bonkers on breaks. I plan them out and take care of the big tweaks at home in my “spare” time.

Silly me was not prepared for a fourteen year old to investigate my craft room–which she would at some point, and not leaving it to chance, I simply banned her from the room. Not all three girls, which would have been smart–but just the one I’ve been working on the project for. Let the twenty questions begin. That cat opened the damned bag before I could tie it shut. Not entirely, but she’s a decent guesser, so I reminded her of all the things I know how to sew. I think I’m going to have to gift her some surprise scrapbook pages for the birthday or Christmas. Let’s hope I have better luck getting to the heel of these socks soon!

Ten Rows This Week…

July 22, 2016

I knit ten rows this week, or was it fifteen. Never mind, I explained math in my English paper. The paper is finally done and I’ve learned to love and hate plagiarism checkers. They’re helpful, but my work is mine, and I know if you state ten words of someone else’s, even if you paraphrase it, you quote it. The paper is not quite what I imagined, but I hope it came out better than I expected. I’m too tired to tell.


Putzer, protesting my dedication to homework and the resulting lack of massages…

Alas, the paper is done and progress was made on knitting. Now I can move on to a little quilting, the chapter summary and the proposal. We’ll see if the cats keep protesting the homework…see what I mean? Though they’re cute when they protest it.


Scamp, wondering just what is so interesting about books and paper(she’s a cat…books are simply toys to her).

I’m going to keep it short this week as I’m tired and need to get some sleep tonight before work tomorrow. To each of you, happy knitting. May you not have to rip anything out this week, or next.


Look at this! Look, the holes are finally going in the right direction…I so thought I was recreating the issue, just over six stitches. I’ll call this knitting magic.

Two more weeks of class, then I can pretend life returns to normal for a couple of weeks, but it doesn’t;-), it just requires less homework.


Three holes from yarn over (there’s another right beneath the marker)…it’s confirmed, 15 rows this week;-)…unless I started a section last week-I’ve got English Brain…

Two Right Socks…

July 14, 2016

…may be the knitting equivalent of two left feet, as each pattern is a dance you learn as you go, right? Ok, enough analogies and puns. I’ll spill the beans, or the sock yarn, as it seems. It’s been a week of days. Five of them. I’m hoping for it to end…but I’ve been hoping for that since sunday. I’m hoping i don’t have to wait for Saturday for these things to change…but they need to change.


My socks, before this morning…

Allow me to tell you the story of an overworked knitter who was in college. As I awoke a few minutes before my alarm and should not yet have been capable of coherent thought, I had a random thought that I’d just knit my sock all wrong. I hadn’t even thought of stretching and wandering towards the coffee pot yet…but I managed the coffee and the smoothie as I fished out the knitting bag bleary-eyed and not certain I was coherent. I now hoped my waking thought was wrong as I sat down to sip the coffee and check on the pattern.

I was ready to knit the set-up row for the heel turn. I’d just begun to wonder if this was more of an intermediate sock, rather than a master class sock. I realize where the mastery comes in-sometimes, you have to remember to knit the left sock as well as the right. I spent my coffee and smoothie time re-winding the end of the yarn on the skein. Then I checked the pattern closely to see what I needed to do and threaded a tapestry needle, once I found one.


The lifeline I should have had in long ago…and left in for this many rows…The place marker is marking the beginning of the round…

I’ve started to wonder if a knitting project isn’t a knitting project until you’ve ripped some of it out. However, if you recall the too large sock, I’ve had to rip this one out twice. I did consider that only I, you who are reading this, the designer(if ever I met her) and a few detail oriented people might know/figure it out. However, it settled on me that I would know, and I’d already decided to rip it out.


Now, I’m glad I brought the camera home and there are no cats around to assist with this process. I have documented the sock and the life-line and have to document the carnage. I did get the lifeline in before I got to class and I learned there I was supposed to do two summaries, not one. I made the case for lack of clarification–the syllabus said write a summary for the last two chapters we covered and see chapter 17 for summary, pps. 131-137. It did not tell me to write a summary, I thought it was for reference of the other summary we were working on. It worked, the instructor dropped the summary today. It’s an English class…clarification is important, in my not-so-humble opinion.


Briannag isn’t concerned about to much clarification, but seems to enjoy my singing along to old songs…more than most people.

So, back to the sock I was tinking before class, in public. I tinked back, about 4 and a half inches…that’s about 11-12 centimeters for those on the metric system, and I re-wound the yarn on the “spindle” as I went. Then I began knitting the set-up for the instep expansion…apparently, it was knit three rows, instep back to beginning of expansion this week. At least I’m not going all the way to the toe, this time. Here’s to less tinking in the future…*raises the empty glass of wine…muttering. “I thought I’d cut back this week.”


The cake my niece made for my brother, Carrot cake with a custard-like frosting. (I thought it was some sort of watermelon cake when it was in the dome).

In the meantime, I did make it to my brother’s birthday party, though my sister-in-law was distracting him on the trails…I was proud of her hour, but when I realized I may have been the cause of part of the wait, I decided not to be so specific next time. It was a pretty nice party and I did get him a fun cd(potential dvd) of Jeanne Robertson stand-up comedy. This girl is 6’2”, from the south and I haven’t heard her utter a swear word yet. She does “Don’t Send A Man To the Grocery Store.” and others on youtube. You guys gotta check this out. I’m about to go find one I haven’t heard. I need the laughs today. Y’all, she’s worth it, every second, enjoy.


I’m okay with it, really…but I knit it all wrong is not the first thought you want to have in the morning. Ladies and gents, next time, tell me, please;-)

And since we’re onto music and dance puns this week: Don’t Line Dance in the Ladies’ Room is the latest not so guilty pleasure. There are many others. She’s not paying me guys, I paid her, and will again. Enjoy some good laughs on me, this week;-). May your knitting stay in tact. DSCN0958

The spool looks good, for now….now, to get back to knitting and school work.

A little over two years ago, when I taught preschool, I got a twenty-five minute break during the day, usually during nap-time. I was working on the pink rose ribs pattern I planned to wear with my shirts and favorite jackets for sub-teaching. But in those twenty-five minutes, with a complex pattern, I often only knit two-rows. A week or two ago with only 56 stitches, I would have told you I could get five rows of simple knitting and a couple of yarn overs in one or two of the rows done in that time. Now, I’m up to 78 stitches, I believe (I’d better count again) and working the pattern a little more slowly.

I’ve also had my oldest niece over to help me set-up my house. She’d rather cook than organize, but she had to earn a surprise jacket (for Halloween) that I bought her last time I had her visit. I took her “window” shopping. Somehow, she forgot the window part, and what we thought was a jacket on clearance for $3.00 was on clearance for $10.00. I quietly double-checked the price tag, which said $10.00 and paid the bill. I even had a lady across the line offer to put in the dollar she thought I was short for it. I wasn’t, it was just more than I was expecting. But the cashier had just received change from the back that was $1.00 off. It turned out to be a fun night at quilt guild, pot luck and all…and she designed a quilt to create–though she’s not ready to start on it, and I want her to get started already.


Briannag, looking for love in all the couch places…will you love me, mom? I don’t get homework.

So, back to knitting, which I didn’t get to much of, as I was seeing to my oldest niece. She’s 14, but you still have to check in from time to time…and sometimes, you have to pull their nose out of the book so they can earn that jacket. (Sorry, no pic of the jacket…though it was all black and rather cool and goes perfectly with her planned Halloween costume).



Squib, protesting my dedication to schoolwork, or requesting to play with the knitting…one can never be sure with this cat…

Now, I’m outside of class, or just allowed in class with less than 20 minutes to spare, and I’m knitting before class. It’s part of my relaxation plan during classes–especially this class. There has been no clear communication about assignments or requirements, just re-iterations of things that weren’t very clear to begin with. I get that English is not her first language, I also get that when all of your groups ask the same question, you have failed to clarify the assignment.


Three of five I have to read and summarize this weekend to create an intro for a phantom paper…I don’t mind doing the work, but if we’re going to write a paper, let’s just write a paper. And if we’re working on summaries and sources, please make your assignment fit your goal…(Topic: History of Arts Education(Music) in K-12(primary school).

Okay, enough complaints about class, I say–looking at the stack of papers I have to review for main points and summarize in an introduction…have I lost you yet? I was nearly lost, myself. Not to mention that our sources must come from the year 2000 or later (as if no research before 2000 is viable) for our topic, it likely is. Alas, let’s go back to arts I pay for myself…I think I’m almost to the heel turn. I’d better check again…In the meantime, I hope you enjoy your knitting. DSCN0930

The easiest way to compare…Yessir, I’m almost there…Now to count stitches…soon.


…has caught on with me;-)….It’s real. I’m doing it.

It started last week(or the week before at Hunter’s while I waiting for my sister-in-law); I took my knitting to class. I’ve taken my knitting to class everyday. I don’t have a lot of reading for this class right now, but I will have loads later, I suspect. However, I still get to class early and I knit a row or two. Sometimes, I get three rows in…other days like today run away from me and I get only one or two rows in…but it’s coming…just wait.


Mascots at the game-7th inning stretch singing “Take Me Out to the Ball Game,”

I had a busy final move day today. I unloaded much that isn’t needed anymore and I had some help unloading some of it. It is a load off my shoulders. I’m done, I can focus on the move-in. But in the interest of doing things my little enjoys, I took her an hour and a half away to a West Michigan WhiteCaps game. (To my Grand Rapids friends, I’m sorry I stayed so quiet about this, but you guys like to drink–which is frowned upon with my little). We had a good time and saw a poorly called, poorly played game of baseball. The players were doing what they were supposed to-mostly, perhaps the other team was just better. But there was one call, at least, where I asked if the ref went to Bowling Green. It wasn’t college ball…but maybe he was from Bowling Green(somewhere in Indiana).


Please don’t look closely at my hair, I’m in the middle of a move-out of one home, now to set up another.

However, Mariah enjoyed herself, and we splurged on Burger King, sugar and hot dogs as well as a tie-dye ball we didn’t stay long enough to get signed. As she gets older and we pick a team she likes better, perhaps we’ll stay that late. She was ready to leave by 9:30…and the little turn around in the ballpark left me needing that extra few minutes to get her home. (And yes, friends, she turned into a pumpkin, but I had to resist getting a picture-she pulled her foot off my dashboard before I got her home–darn it.) She also woke up ten minutes before I got her home. No sleeping pics of the Little sleeping on the way home.

However, this blog is about knitting, not driving a sleepy 11 year old home. I took the knitting with me, of course, and let Mariah take her first photo on my new camera with only so much instruction of how to hold it. I do have a picture of this one;-)

I also have a picture of where the knitting has gotten too (or will by the time I post this).


Current progress…I think I’m at six or seven repeats of 9…class resumes Tuesday;-)…

I also knit at home, but I’m getting far more done while waiting for class or a tow truck–goodbye old truck, I won’t miss you. You cost me too much money-it sounds like an ex-husband…(No, the ex-husband cost me less or made his own money, most of the time).

Alas, this is a knitting blog….I keep having to remind myself tonight, but this is also a journey…and my journey tonight took me to places I knit in public. No photos of class knitting–sorry…oh, there’s a story there. Hold on. But I have been knitting in public.


During a ballgame…I did get to watch Kirk Gibson’s son play some tonight, on the Detroit Tiger’s apparent farm team.

So the class story–we have guest lecturers this week-who have no problem letting us out early(and for once I don’t feel cheated out of my education–we’ll discuss that later). Today’s guest lecturer was talking to us about writing intros…without realizing it, I’ve probably been writing Introductions for a while now, informally-but still an intro. We had an in class writing assignment and I chose to persuade that knitting is a great tool for mindfulness(which I’m supposed to be looking into;-)). The guest lecturer reviewed them on break, and mentioned that she, too, was a knitter and they had a group that met at Hunter’s Ale House on Thursday nights.


Getting there…in size and shape;-)…I think. Perhaps I need to do more knitting in public while waiting. Imagine the progress…I may need to cast on some vanilla socks…(so I’ll need some really fun yarn;-)).

Well, I was busy tonight, but I learned we have a knitting group only twenty minutes away where they serve Right Brain Lavender Ale(try it, please). A pint, a glass, some knitting, some girl talk, and just what the doctor ordered. No wonder the waitress didn’t bat an eyelash when I stopped in with my knitting a couple weeks ago to meet my sister-in-law after a rough day of work(which is also on my “prescription tablet,” along with quilt retreats).

What on earth do I mean? (if you choose to care). I was tested for ADHD a couple weeks ago, and learned I have symptoms but do not have ADHD, not even the inattentive type. It is much more likely that I have had anxiety, but between knitting and quilting and scrapbooking–as well as the blogging and working in front of people often, I do not qualify for anxiety either. This is supposed to be good news, but the tapes I’ve been playing in my head are over five years old and need to be changed. So, they said, get out there and socialize some. I guess I am, so long as I can take the knitting along.


Squib, always ready to help me knit…though not such a public kitten…

Perhaps next week I’ll discuss the shoppel question….Schoppel Wolle Zauberball

I’m  currently using string theory colorworks, so I was confused, but I must meet this german wool. I’m part german after all, I just focus on the Irish side, mostly. Schoppel wolle zauberball