Socks and Poetry…

September 28, 2017

…mostly socks…or was it poetry? This week there was not poetry about socks…much. Perhaps there should be more poetry about knitting. There was a line in the ode to purple I wrote. The instructor enjoyed it as it was unexpected that purple saturates the sock yarn. I”m not sure the line sounds poetic even…unless you are a poet or a knitter. Alas, this week, I’m not working on purple socks…Though I almost miss them.

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“Purple saturates the yarn, hugging my feet in thousands of tiny stitches…” Also, in my defense…the Hemp purple was inspiration for a revised draft of the purple poem.

I’ve been working on socks, a cabled headband and plan to finish translating the hat pattern from Russian as soon as the school workload shows a small break. I have no idea what that term really means, but perhaps I’ll sneak one soon…When I’m not busy with other things.

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Cabled Headband beginning….1 cable worked…

I did not get much time to knit this weekend as my social time was spent driving my Little to Mackinac. I love to visit. We made it a quick visit, and still had dinner, but I still did all the driving. It was a beautiful drive and visit…it always is. I was hoping for a little more fall color, but fall is arriving a month late, and it has been hotter than blazes around here.

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Current Progress on Slip-N-Slide socks…it feels small but I’m making progress.

Speaking of heat…there was a poetry reading tonight, which I attended. The author read a poem about fall…hoping to do a fall dance, similar to a rain dance. I’m hoping it worked. Don’t get me wrong, I’m in no hurry to see winter, but I am ready to wear my knit socks and get some more done.

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Side view of Slip-N-Slide socks thank goodness for meetings today.

Now, it’s time to take stock and make plans for next week, because this girl still needs to hit the books.

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…lack of knitting, that’s what! (It’s hard to not complain when you are not knitting!)…

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Current progress on the sock (that I hadn’t knit all week).

Allow me to explain…Friday and Saturday I work…little knitting happens on workdays, unless I knit in the wee hours of the morning. I try not to knit tired. Sunday, I packed for a quilt retreat, got the laundry done and planted plants with my Little, Mariah, and coached her on painting  the second coat….and studied…I was trying to be a good girl. Monday, I drove two hours north to one of the prettiest bridges in the world, the Mighty Mac…also known as the Mackinac (pronounced Mack-in-aw) Bridge, set up my sewing space, and proceeded to pull out my niece’s quilt–because it just needed to get done. I also put in time to finish the current chapter I was reading for homework. Go Me, so I thought.016

The view from our Hotel Window…it doesn’t get much better than this…(For the record, Missing puppies and kitties and Dear James or not; NO, I didn’t want to come home!)

Tuesday, I sewed and sew-cialized(socialized for those who need help with sewing puns), and cooked dinner in a new way. Dinner came out good. I even made enough progress to finally show the quilt at show and tell on Tuesday night. June(the leader of the group) told us to get our machines smokin’ for the remainder of the night. My machine then took exception(it had been working on puttering through embroidery stitches much of the day), and required a few clean outs….I think I managed not to swear out loud. I also took the time to buy a pattern and some fabric to make it(and enough for leftovers as there was a sale).

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(I missed these big guys…who are waiting patiently for a Kong(tm) treat.)

Wednesday, I got up too early after staying up late on Tuesday(our last night together) to sew on the charmed twister bag and got through the second side panel. Then I needed to play with “DecorBond” (brand name for really stiff interfacing). Then I remembered my inability to follow patterns, directions and rules in general. So I packed it up, and toured Mackinaw city for a bit, failed to find another fabric shop(which may have saved my budget, but I found puppy stuff–so maybe not). I came home wanting a nap, and to play with the new computer…except the new block of the month and chapter were out for my Murder Mystery Quilt 2017 hosted by Deborah Christy Moebes.  So, tried to install my printer…it didn’t go well. After attempt number two, I gave up and went to my sister-in-law’s for a bonfire with herself and my nieces. I probably should have gone to bed for a nap(but naps throw off my schedule and are tougher to pull off than they sound). I had a beer and took a breather.

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I think they got more treats than we did(well, kind of….Zeus-y finally gets to catch a squirrel;-)…

And still, no knitting. I have little excuse too. I had it with me. When I was talking to my sewing friends, I could have pulled out my knitting at any time and added a row or two(the worst that would happen is I’d put the cables in the wrong places–nothing I haven’t done before.

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Briannag loves her Kong(tm) treat!

So, my excuseless self came home Wednesday night to finish the studying I should have done on Tuesday, and attempt the practice exam I had scheduled for today at 3:00PM. I did terrible on the practice exam, so I decided I’d better review some more, as I worked and hoped to sort out the financial aid to keep this stress loop going. (Mainly because I want to finish sooner than later). So far, the school cash flow looks only rocky for the next two years instead of like tough or insurmountable mountains I haven’t yet learned how to climb.

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Zeus-y loves his Kong(tm) treat too…

Alas, I got though the exam today (with an “A”), did not get to bring home the other computer as planned and decided that part of the problem this week was not enough knitting. So, I sat down tonight, and said studying can wait a bit(it was going to anyways), and decided to knit a few rows. Here’s to the end of The first foot repeat and moving on to the second…we’re getting there…just not as quickly as I’d like;-). In the meantime, I even remembered the lifeline…see;-)…

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I even learned how to use “Backlighting” on my camera…we’ll call that productive enough for today.

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P.S. How exciting! Apparently this is post 200!

 

I think.

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The yarn bomb…it started off so nice and pretty.

It’s so pretty…no, pretty doesn’t give you a right to tangle if someone looks at you cross-eyed–even if you really want to or you think they deserved it. I’ve been so close to the breakthrough I want to finish, but the puppies are worried one of us will have a coronary attack if I do…they’re probably right. I don’t want to be the cause of such discomfort. It can wait, along with the food I was supposed to cook tonight.

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Happier puppy, Momma, come love me…you need some lovin’.

I’m off routine, I admit it. Right now, I’m not even sure what a routine is. The three week “damn I haven’t stopped moving yet,” course is over. So, instead of relaxing, I found my own apartment to hopefully move to in two weeks and helped my aunt pack this week.

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Mama, do you love me, I just wanna play ball.

In the meantime, while I studied for a final and sucked it up for a 95% or so on a final paper, I made progress on a sock. I still am not certain how I pulled that off, except knitting before class and sometimes when I should be reading. However, I was too busy to take a photo.

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Good progress on the sock…I’m just having a night…

I did, however, sneak in a day trip to Mackinac Island with my Little–in which I did get pictures…It’s so pretty there. I did get some knitting done in the van on the way there. Again…only photos of Mackinac Island…but we got lady slippers and Trillium in the same patch (as well as the same season). It’s said they don’t grow together very often.

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Arch rock…both stories are pretty cool….and it looks better in person, so if you get a chance, go see it and take the carriage ride to it, or ride your own horses-though they don’t come with a tour guide full of stories and lore

Now to put together two colors that will hopefully go together as beautifully, once I get calmed down from the first attempt and let myself return to the knitting. I want these socks done to start on another pair;-). Please don’t let second sock syndrome set in…

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Another view on Mackinac Island, likely from the same spot. I only got so many scenery shots that day-I could get 25-50 of any given sight if left to my own devices;-).DSCN0742

Beneath the Mackinac Bridge…Worth all of the wind and chill that day…Brrr….But oh, such a neat, cool sight…

Before I begin, yes it’s pronounced Mackinaw and spelled Mackinac…one must love their French, you have to figure out which half of the word to swallow. I’d rather have the fudge, and there was fudge.

015The Bridge as viewed from Mackinac City (south of the bridge). I wish you could have joined us.

I promise, there was knitting…in fact, there has been more knitting this week than I normally accomplish in a month. I think it’s the pressure of the intention as well as the cabling patterns. The cabling patterns encourage me to keep going. Why? I never thought you’d ask. Because it’s easier to finish on the last round of the section than to figure out just where I was when I left off, especially if I forget to mark a row. I do that often enough.

I found myself with some time on my hands this week when I wasn’t driving up to the bridge with my boyfriend, aunt and two dogs. I’ll tell you all about it in a moment, I promise. It does make for an interesting trip. When I got home, tired and exhausted, I think I made some dinner(or whatever meal we were on) and then sat down to knit. I got one more cable section done, and met the traveling rows.

006Ducks at Mackinac…on Lake Michigan…see, and James’ took the dogs a short distance away before he let them try to catch one (they didn’t, they’re working dogs, not hunting dogs).

I didn’t know you could make cables travel. But I like travel. I even tolerate it well in cabling. This was a surprise. I felt as if there was a lot going on with these socks. I called this pattern more complicated than a craps game while I was in the midst of it this week. My dear James insisted it wasn’t. He doesn’t know knitting, but he does know craps. And surprisingly, he’s only heard a small amount of swearing from me this week. Most of the time I was able to pay attention to what I was supposed to be doing.

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Once the dogs got settled down, they were settled…well, mostly…the squirrels seemed to know better up here…

Just as you can only travel one mile at a time(we’re talking driving here, not flying), you can only knit one or two stitches at a time. No one has talked me into knitting 3 together yet, but I expect the day will come. There will likely be cussing that day, perhaps I should ease up on the tension first;-)…But we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.

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Looks like I’ve completed four sections of cable and traveling, with Maeve’s help.

Speaking of bridges, we went to see the bridge of bridges this weekend. We did not cross. My aunt simply wanted photos of the bridge, and some Mackinac Island Fudge. If you go to Mackniac and do not come back with fudge…well, just turn your car around, and go right back up there and wait for the shop to open. Do not quibble about price, just pick a flavor or three and pay the fee. Trust me, this is tradition. Even Michiganders follow this rule to the letter. I’ve yet to hear of anyone leaving without fudge, nor do I care to. It is a grave sin to leave without the best fudge I’ve ever had.

And photos should happen, but those can be photo-shopped or bought on postcards. You weren’t really in Mackinac until you come back with fudge. We have both photos and fudge, and I’m happy to share. In fact, let me find a clean spot of kitchen. Okay, okay, so we need to clean the kitchen…I found the lap desk. See, there’s fudge…and isn’t it a little slice of heaven.

004The fudge my dad is begging for…I told him perhaps for Father’s day…

It’s so much a little slice of heaven that it, well…. Actually, I must confess, it brings out the devil in me(just a little bit).  Upon announcing my return and posting photos on facebook Sunday night, my dad promptly demanded requested fudge. He didn’t go, and he’s still pouting that I have run over like the dutiful daughter he hoped I’d become and deliver him a slab of his favorite kind of fudge. And yes, you can buy it online, but you do not get the fresh lake air or the ducks or the bridge in the background…or this time of year– the colors of the trees. It’s an experience, and best shared.

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Oh, there was knitting…Christmas is only nine more Fridays away…and now onto the heel flap

Now, back to the knitting. And there was knitting…I managed a cable section each night for three out of four nights. Phew…the third night, I felt sick and I still tried to sew a dress. I had too many deadlines, and may have squeezed too much into this week. But life is meant to be lived, these socks are meant to be cabled and bridges must be visited in order to get more fudge while we have the time to share these adventures. I hope I have time, and I’m certain my seventy-one year old aunt has time, but it wore her out, and I think we might make this some sort of tradition.

009Ducks, Maryal and the bridge…right before we went to get fudge, and dinner…
Did I mention I’m big on tradition? If not, perhaps you know me well enough by now…and if you don’t, I’m sure you’ll soon figure it out. Now, give me one more moment to mention dinner. Dear James asked the young lady at the fudge shop for a dinner recommendation for burgers and beer. They recommended Keyhole Bar & Grill. It made for a good burger in a friendly atmosphere. We had a great trip!