Purses and Baby Blankets

Every time I have to jostle around in my designer purse, frantically searching for my keys, I have a big jones to make another purse, but I hate the idea of having to sew. There are a few of you that will be thinking “Wait. Aren’t you a knitter/crocheter? Why the sewing?”  This question would also lead me to believe that you haven’t made a knit or crochet purse before.  For a good, sturdy purse that will take the daily beating I give mine, I must sew a foundation.  The knit and crochet part is merely the icing on the cake.  I do have some old blue jeans in my sewing project box….that have been in there for at least two years!  This may be the opportunity I’ve been looking for.  Just this evening, after my

daughter had taken me out to a lovely Thai dinner in Nevada City and we were walking the half-mile or so back to the car, there it was.  I had to stop everything I was doing to find my damn keys and it made me so furious!  I was thinking of using the jeans material for the sides and bottom, then crocheting some funky designs on the front and back.  Any further input would be welcome!  The faster I make it, the faster I can get started on…

Baby blanket.  A friend of mine wants me to incorporate this:

somewhere onto a knit baby blanket.  Not the writing, just the skull and circle.  Now how am I going to do that?  Any experienced stranders out there?  Or am I just going to need to do duplicate stitching?  I have two other friends that are expecting, but not as far along, so, hopefully, I’ll be finished with this in time for their baby showers!

Any and all suggestions for the skull head would be greatly appreciated.

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Change of Perspective

Rachel goofing around at the World Market

Rachel goofing around at the World Market

When my daughter, Rachel, was spending her tax refund money before it burned a hole in her pocket, she and I stopped at the local Cost Plus World Market to ransack their wares.  We’d been to most of our usual haunts and couldn’t pass up visiting this perennial favorite.  There are items there that can’t be had anywhere else.  I like to buy the McVities Digestive Milk Chocolate Biscuits since it reminds me of living in England, and my husband really likes the German section since he was born in Germany.  And Rachel, well, she just likes the place!

While perusing the pickles, I noticed a couple about my age, in the same aisle.  Nothing spectacular, just your ordinary, middle-aged couple looking for some exotic pickles.  Almost immediately after seeing them, my eyes were drawn to the woman’s purse.  This purse was not your everyday purse.  No.  This purse was of a make and design that I have yearned and longed after for years.  Has anyone ever heard of Dooney & Bourke?  The Giraffe print? Yep.  However, being the absolute cheapskate I am, I refuse to

It's love!

It’s love!

pay retail on such designer products, so that means I go to eBay and look for gently used purses, and this particular design is about as hard to find as a great quality diamond at a department store. Yet here one was, in the flesh, looking oh, so pretty, and very well kept (angelic choir hitting high note).  I walked with purpose to the couple and immediately remarked on the woman’s purse.  I discovered she’d had it for 6 six years and how she loved it too.

I walked away, feeling I’d made a connection with another true Dooney & Bourke lover and didn’t think much of the conversation.

Later, (yes, we spend that much time there) I was approaching the couple again.  They were looking at the dining tables and had negligently left the cart, with the purse alone in it, in the aisle.  The husband saw me coming and, for no apparent reason, made a mad dash back to the cart as I walked by.  My brows creased in consternation…what was that all about?  And then, the only scenario I could think of popped into my head.  The husband was protecting the purse from…me.  I thought about our conversation and reviewed it for anything suspicious.  I looked at my once pretty crocheted purse,

It doesn’t look like this anymore. 😦

 

which is now battered up beyond belief because it comes everywhere with me, and it dawned me that, yes, in a parallel universe, maybe I would have thought of such a thing, but really, why would a thief alert their prey?  Was I too friendly?  Too jealous?  Huh?

I started laughing as I tried to imagine a scenario that involved me snatching the purse.  We were located about as far away from the exit as possible…well, that would be the wine section, but you get it.  There were displays, rows of products, and people milling about between me and the door.  That would just be damn stupid.  And as for a quiet switch, again, I would have to make my way out of the building before she would notice that her purse was missing.  There were so many others around, I don’t see how it could be done.

Am I not criminal-minded enough?  Am I a pigeon looking to be plucked?  Am I not careful enough of what I say?  Unfortunately to the last one, I believe the answer may be “yes”.  I saw a purse that I adored and thought I would remark on it.  I like when people compliment my purse, and yes, it still happens, but I don’t think they’re looking to steal it!  Maybe living in the sticks has changed my outlook?  Possibly.  Will I be more careful what I say to strangers?  I seriously doubt it!!  The moral of the story?  Don’t approach strangers and rant about how beautiful their purse is and how you’ve always wanted one, unless you’re going to anyway, then expect people to act strangely if you get near them again.

Lesson not learned.

A Freebie, An Old Friend and A Job

I know, I'm wearing short sleeves and a neck warmer...

Click on this beautiful pic of moi, and you will be directed to the pdf file.

You know how sometimes you just want to knit some wicked cables without the commitment of a sweater, cardigan, etc?  I was feeling that way for quite some time when it dawned on me that I could make a neckwarmer.  Simple, quick and utilitarian (at least when it gets cold).

A week or two ago I meandered into a Tuesday Morning shop.  For those of you unfamiliar with this particular chain, think Big Lots, Pick ‘N Save (which I believe has been out of biz forever?) and other such establishments.  I hadn’t been to one here in Northern California yet, and wanted to discover what treasure lay therein.  Oh boy.  Fifty buckaroos later, I’m walking out with 7 skeins of name brand yarn and mentally trying to rearrange the grocery shopping so I can afford this.  Oops.  Part of the haul was the yarn I used to make this neckwarmer.  I doubt you’ll be able to find the exact color, and unless you’re a ginger, you probably wouldn’t want this exact color!  Anyway, if you feel so inclined, click on the pic and you’ll be directed to the pattern.  If anyone makes it, I would totally love to see it!

Which brings me to gingers.  (Oh, hush up.  Ladies, you know how circular thought processes work!)  Years ago, I met my first ginger friend.  For those of you who aren’t blessed with pasty white skin, red hair, sandy eyebrows and eyelashes, you probably aren’t aware that we are, quite literally, a minority, and it can be difficult to hook up with another redhead.  I have been blessed with two very good ginger friends, one I hadn’t been in touch with for quite some time.  Enter:  Twitter.  I had googled my friend’s name for awhile, but search engines, especially when you’re looking for a person, have a tendency to give you local results.  I knew she wasn’t local, so after awhile, I gave up.  It wasn’t until I got a wild hair and thought to use my Twitter account.  I didn’t find her directly, but I found where she works and we’ve been trying to get together ever since.  It’s just so exciting to reconnect with someone you’ve missed, looked at those old pictures and actually have her recipes in your old, overstuffed recipe binder, that I had to write about it!

The job.

This is one of those peculiar, kismet type situations.  I really wasn’t looking for work, but I felt I needed more structure to my life.  I’m one of those people.  Anyway, I happened upon Craigslist and thought, why not look in the employment section?  For office type jobs, Craigslist listings are rife with scams, work from home garbage and generally unhelpful crap.  This one post caught my eye because it was local and was for a cannabis clinic.  Here in California, medical marijuana is legal.  Intrigued, I responded to the ad and didn’t expect an answer.  A week later, I was called in for an interview.  The interview was the most honest I’ve ever conducted.  You know what I mean.  We all do it.  It’s not deception or lying, but when you’re in an interview, you present yourself in the best light possible.  It just makes sense.  This time, I turned off the filters and threw aside the “work interview” mind mode.  The lady interviewing me identified herself as the boss, and I actually liked her, so I thought, nah.  I ain’t getting this job.  Surprise!  I went in for a working interview, and that went well.

So now I have an interesting part time job.  😀

See you in the funny pages!