Bitching about the Kitchener stitch, outdoor painting, 4 x 4 driving
Naw, we’re not going to talk about Steely Dan and that bitchin’ song. It’s a lazy Sunday and I’ve been editing my Amazon music playlists. Every time I remembered a song I wanted to add, a flood of memories followed. I’m sure I could spend my time better, but eh – some days are meant to while away. I have decided this is one of them.
Then it occurred to me what I could do that was…well, if not productive, then amusing for me! I’ve embedded a video detailing the most difficult part of making socks – the Kitchener Stitch. It’s not a tutorial. It’s just me snagging on about it.
In the meantime, I continue on my trial month with Outlaw Soaps as their social media content writer. I hope this turns into a regular gig, but like I said earlier, if not, then I’ll just go back to being a customer – their most important job!
With summer in full swing we’re going out with the new Jeep, and discovering areas relatively close to us – COOL! Yea, after Hawai’i, we had to have one! And yea, now we are broke, so the forays are few and far between! We also added a new rescue doggy to our family, Nala and we’re getting to know her. She’s the one smiling! This was a Saturday visit to Donner Summit – see the snow? Yea, that was earlier this month. Neat, huh?
And speaking of cool, a friend of mine and I were able to go out and do some painting. The weather has been sooo mild, it’s gorgeous! Here we are at Emigrant Gap, which is about 15 miles up the road a piece from where I live. As this happened on a weekend, we ended talking to so many people. They’d come up and talk to us, and I thought we should start charging for art lessons! In fact, I let an extremely curious little guy paint on my canvas – hey, it’s acrylic paints. No harm, no foul, and I think he enjoyed it.
Wow. This entry has been all over the place, hasn’t it?! That about sums it up, though. Hope you enjoyed your weekend!
When’s the worst time to write about a beautiful Hawaiian vacation? Why, when you have a raging migraine, of course!
Here we are, a whole week and a half since I’ve been back stateside and what have I done? I’ve been inspired to paint, but haven’t picked up a paintbrush or prepared a canvas or even glanced at the acrylics I have stashed in my special toolbox I chose just for my art. I’ve plodded away on my beautiful sweater that I started last year with all the enthusiasm of…well, plodding. I’ve finished the body and now I’m working the sleeves. Sounds exciting, right? Who am I kidding! I’m ashamed to say that most of this time has been spent in a blue funk, moping. It doesn’t help that I’ve uploaded all my Hawaiian and Bahamian pics on my Chromecast screensaver to remind me where I’m not and what I’m not doing.
Besides the obvious – I shouldn’t be writing a post about beautiful Hawaii while I’m suffering from a migraine – this appears to be the only time I can sit down in front of the computer and write. Don’t get me wrong! I live on my damned computer, but I’m generally not writing prose, and in this case, categorizing pure fustian. In the spirit of cutting short the rant, we won’t elaborate on the reef snorkeling and wild dolphin sighting outing that was cancelled because of weather, nor will I digress about the aborted Mauna Kea visit because road conditions were unmanageable past 9000′ even with a four-wheel drive auto, and any discussion is right out regarding the earthquake we experienced sitting on a washed-up log while enjoying the black sands beach in Waipi’o Valley. LOL! While these snidely remarks make me appear ungrateful, I am not. Reading about how someone had a beautiful time in a paradise is generally a deadly dull undertaking. Hearing about the travails in a personal Shangri La panders to one’s schadenfreude, a lowly endeavor, indeed, but commonly espoused by most writers of fiction and non-fiction. I mean, how freakin’ boring would most movies be without it? Hm?
Fear not, dear readers. All is not lost. Another basic part of story structure is called the denouement, or resolution. We did do many cool things and see many splendiferous sights, the most amazing was the cabin in which we stayed. Let’s not forget the “Ring of Fire” helicopter ride.* I was able to put my tootsies in black sand, get up close and personal to the pahoehoe and trip on the aptly named a’a lava rocks! (note to self: don’t wear sandals on lava rock!), get drenched, multiple times, in a tropical downpour, witness a cool photoshoot on dramatic cliffs, experience the climate diversity in the interior valley between the two dormant behemoth volcanoes, snap pics of absolutely gorgeous flowers, be lulled to sleep by the croaking frogs and legions of insects indigenous to rain forests and much more. So, yea, we had a great time, and because of the wonderfulness of air miles, we have already booked another Hawaiian vacay for next year on the North Shore in Oahu. I don’t how we’ll be able to afford it even with that flight being taken care of, but, eh. We’ve got cancellation insurance.
But wait – let’s make this more interactive. I will post a poll of activities that will push my comfort zone. The one that gets voted the most, I will do, document and post next year! I’ll remind everyone periodically to vote, and close the poll around Thanksgiving so I can make arrangements. I will NOT do anything dangerous nor incredibly expensive, but if you see something that would make for a good laugh, you may include it as an option on the poll.
In the meantime, here’s way too many pics from around the Big Island. Enjoy!
*For the first time in 35 years, there are no active lava flows on the Big Island; nevertheless, this was FUN!I know, I know, after reading about my fear of flying, you’re probably thinking What is wrong with this woman? For me, it’s not the same as flying in a big, impersonal commercial airliner. If we had made the 2,668 mile trip in a Piper or Cessna puddle jumper, not only would it have been epic, but it would have been way more comfortable for me, if not a tad long. For me, helicopters fall in the same realm of comfortable.
I don’t know about you, but when I’m feeling a bit down I find a good laugh helps a lot. I understand this sentiment is shared by virtually everyone, but the last several days, I’ve rediscovered just how true that is. I finally had to give up the ghost on my old Xanax stash as it had been prescribed back in 2007. Aware of the addicting properties of the drug, I’ve always been very careful how I took them. Even with the current opioid hyper-awareness – scare – witch hunt – what-the-fuck-ever! my doctor prescribed me several to help me get over a few things in my life. He said that opioid addiction was one of the things he wasn’t worried about with me. I definitely wasn’t on my toes, because normally I would have responded with, “So what does worry you?” *sigh* Most likely, it was a good thing I didn’t pursue that. Anyway, he’s a good doc and also a good chat, because he made me laugh during the course of our visit, and when I did, I literally felt some tension go away. Nothing in the world like that, so I thought I’d throw in some funny yarn memes to help spread the goodness!
I don’t know why I think thought this was so funny and why I still think it’s funny, but hey – it is what it is. And I can’t wait to get that shirt! I sell my designs on CafePress and Zazzle. Since knitting and crocheting are “niche” crafts, I don’t sell that many. Or maybe they’re not as good as I think! Anyway, I am so proud of this one that I had to actually write about it. I laughed at each ridiculous stroke of the mascara and wildly applied eye shadow. I come from a family of gurners and this just seemed to fit so well with my personality. Anyway, right now CafePress is having a sell on this particular t-shirt and you can put whatever you want on it, but I’d really appreciate a thumb’s up!
What happens when you try to get a group of knitters to meet at a bar on a Sunday afternoon.
As many of you may already know, I have a local crafts Facebook group called “Colfax Stitch ‘n Bitch”. In an attempt to increase participation, I added another meeting day to include the people who couldn’t manage Thursday evenings. Sunday afternoons seemed a good thing. I also wanted to change up the venue a bit and set up a poll with possible sites and threw in a red herring. With my sense of humor being what it is, that was a given. The red herring? A local bar called The Red Frog that boasts the best mountain view that I’ve ever seen. I haven’t been to that many bars, much less those that feature views, so, take my word for it. It’s beautiful. The Red Frog was chosen, so I posted it was, and quite a few people were excited about the event. There were some members who declined because it was a bar; I get it. Otherwise, I thought I’d see a few new faces.
I showed up on time, made my way back to the patio and was surprised to see how busy it was. In general. The patio part of the bar is just that – open to the elements. With only a roof, there’s no heating, no air conditioning. You deal with what nature gives you. It was 95 degrees F that day. With the shade and a little breeze it was tolerable enough. I saw the one remaining table available and I grabbed it up.
And there I sat for 30 minutes, knitting and drinking my virgin mango margarita. It was delicious. I expected someone to say something to me. A lively bar is not where you’d expect to find a middle-aged woman knitting, but all I got were some second glances and everyone went about their drinking and/or eating. When a spot cleared up at the open viewing area, I quickly gathered up my gear, switched seats and continued to nurse my drink.
All-in-all, it wasn’t a bad time. I rather liked it and intend to return either alone or with more people. As for my group, I called them all wimps! I may not have a group much longer….
It’s that time of year again. The summer sun bears down on us earthlings with a vengeance, parching the ground, drying small ponds and sending us scuttling indoors where we shelter from the heat with our air conditioners, swamp coolers or just plain fans. The public pools smell of sunscreen and are packed with children jumping and splashing and not paying attention to where they’re doing it. A cracked skull may be in your future if this is your venue for cooling down.
If you’re lucky enough, you live close to the ocean; close to a large mass of water that regulates the temperature and cleans the air and is fun to frolic in with plenty of room. No cracked skulls there. You are fortunate. You are blessed. You are also probably wealthy, or are living in the house your great-great grandparents purchased back in the day, and it’s staying in the family. Either way, it must be sweet.
Except I would never get in the water. I’d be hanging out at the public pools – if such a thing exists next to the beach – and taking my chances with the splashing, jumping kids. And the reason for that? Sharks. I was okay with going in the water until I turned 12. “Jaws” the book and movie changed my mind. Since then, I have learned of other, valid reasons why one shouldn’t go in the ocean, but the most dramatic and compelling justification for avoiding the open seas remains the movie. And what better way to celebrate the fact the I’m freaked out than knit a pair of cool socks during Shark Week!
The Knit-A-Long starts on the 23rd of this month, so you just may be able to get your yarn in time if you want to join the fun. This will be my first KAL and I’m excited. If you rolled your eyes at that last statement, you are not a knitter!
Yea…this post has nothing to do with A.A. Milne’s wonderful creations…
I’ve been having trouble with my FB page. It appears that I can’t properly access it, because I’m still in my personal profile. Is this happening to anyone else? I am a huge fan of progress and improvements to my digital environment, but I sometimes the changes that are effected feel like they are done just for the sake of change. I got enough damn change in my life without having to deal with superfluous modifications that don’t actually help!
Ok. Rant over. I promise.
I hope everyone had a great Easter.
For myself, my latest and greatest pattern still sits atop my yarn tray, still unfinished. Something that should have been done in 3 days max. My problem? I am sooo not in the mood to crochet! I want to knit!!! And you’re probably thinking, Grow up! Just knit something or pick up the damned hook and finish this alleged wonderful project so you can knit! (Umm….I hope you’re not really thinking that.) I don’t like more than one project going because it starts feeling too chaotic, but in instances like these, my whole creative process gets in a bottle-neck because, again, I refuse to have too many thing going at once. Oh, well. It’ll be done, I’ll show it off, and on to the next one!
making an error/finding an error in your current knit or crochet project.
What started as a joke posting on my Facebook page, actually made me do some rethinking about the 5 stages of grief. It was 3:00 am and I’d just discovered that a pattern I’d downloaded, printed up and purchased yarn for had not been written correctly. Maybe someone else who is a sharper tack than I would have caught the error and amended it before they were 3/4 of the way finished.
So, while I was frogging my project, I felt a funny should be made. You know, the kind of idea you come up with in the wee hours of the morning. Maybe it was because I was loopy with sleep that I made this connection, but I do believe it’s valid, at least to how I reacted to this particular incident.
When I first realized that it was the pattern and not a misunderstanding on my part, I thought NO WAY! (denial); rapidly followed by irritation that I’d gone through all the hoops to make this happen (anger); then I started thinking of ways to fix it at this point (bargaining); but quickly determined, with a sinking heart, that it wasn’t possible (depression); and just started with the frogging (acceptance).
I purchased some yarn for a project about two weeks ago, and I was excited to get started on it, but I’ve been working on Christmas gifts. I tried to get a head start on those back in July, but didn’t get around to it until September. Typical. They’re almost done, but I just couldn’t wait. Breaking my rule about having no more than one project going at a time (I’m usually good at keeping this rule – honest!), last night I cast on the stitches with a feeling of guilty pleasure normally reserved for chocolate. I had been working and running all day and was more than a little tired,
but I wanted to play “ketchup”. Surprisingly, I was able to get more than a few inches done, considering I’m working with 122 stitches and worsted weight yarn.
Then it hit. A busy day of activity and it’s 9:30 pm; can’t keep eyes open. Must. Knit. More.
Suddenly, my eyes open. When did they close? I look down at my hands that are still holding the needles, yarn still twined around my fingers on my right hand for proper tension. Wha…? I blink my eyes, notice that I’m further along than I remember and look around in sleepy confusion. Did the knitting elves show up and continue for me? I run a hand over my brow, now thoroughly baffled. And since I am primed to carry on, I do.
It’s not until a turn the row do I notice that the knitting elves are a confused lot because:
#1) I’m picking up dropped stitches more than once;
#2) Tension was maintained properly so the stitches that weren’t dropped are uniform in appearance.
It would be a wonderful innovation if I could fall asleep and wake up with the project half done, but I still have a few kinks to work out!
As jolly as I can be, there are times when it’s hard to hold that smile; when you’re taking pictures to show off your latest FO and angles have to be more strategic because you’re no longer 25 years-old (or even 40!), thus increasing your selfie shots to at least dozen, then it can become a chore. There are some times when you need a little help.
I have always been the guerner in my family, and it comes in handy when amusing little children and myself.