For many knitters and crocheters in the northern hemisphere, September 22 is an auspicious date. Having taken a hiatus from the beloved craft because of the heat, September usually brings cooler temps, for some, only slightly, but it’s enough. Out come the hooks, the needles, patterns and yarn, and the crafting season is on!
I found this particularly cool crochet hat pattern while perusing Pinterest – of course! Originally designed in conjunction with Lion Brand yarns, Jennifer created this pattern for a Stomp Out Bullying campaign. I found it a bit too late to contribute, but I still had to make it. This is for a good cause, and even if we can’t send the hats in on time, we can sure spread some love.
Meanwhile, some lucky child of my friends’ will be getting this hat!
Here in the Sierra mountains our summers are punctuated with short jabs of fear when we get a whiff of acrid smoke and wonder…is it a fire? Or when we see these huge, rapidly growing clouds that don’t have anything to do with rain. Fire. Our homeowners insurance premiums are outrageous, and many of our neighbors have had theirs cut off since their companies won’t cover them anymore because of where we live. It’s considered high risk. Every time I get a letter from our agent, my heart beats a little faster as I wonder if this is our termination notification. Finding replacement insurance has become difficult, and tales of annual premiums reaching $5,000 have circulated around for a few years. For some people, that means they’ve had to sell their homes.
Welcome to Northern California.
My husband and I had ran errands all day long, and as we crested the last hill on I-80 next to our exit, I noticed a cloud. I knew it was closer to our us than I was comfortable with. I also knew I had to get home so I could check the status. Before reaching my computer, I got a call from a friend, telling me where it was. She said 25 miles, but she’s further down the road than I am. For me, that was only 16 miles. 10 minutes later, we were compiling an evacuation list, and gathering critical documents, where they still sit on the dining room table. My camera is packed and contractor bags are placed strategically around the house, copies of the list next to them.
The fire is not currently threatening any property, but it also isn’t contained and these buggers can easily get out of hand. It will be a long week, and hopefully, no one gets hurt. Good wishes, prayers – all are welcome!
Hi, there, dear reader. Glad you could drop by after my long absence. It’s been awhile, I know, so let the excuses begin!
The last several weeks I have been caught up in spring. This season makes me feel light-hearted and yet, ready to take on the world. Out in the garden everyday, buying flowers, potting soil, and seeds, spring cleaning, clearing out the fountain and raking away the tons of pine needles that threaten to take over my roses, and in general, just being outdoors; enjoying the sun after months of a typical gloomy Californian winter. Granted, in just a very short while, I will be posting about summer’s relentless, grinding heat and moaning for autumn; however, in the meantime, I will bask in this mindset and weather.
I finally finished the flame stitch bag and gave it a strengthening liner to turn it from a bag to a purse. I didn’t do the pom-poms because I am really tough on my purses. They’d need to be taken off after a week! For the handles, I purchased some at Joann Crafts and Fabrics. Attaching the handles did turn out to be problematic, but I went with it anyway!
With the temperatures climbing higher on the thermometer, all the fresh, new growth has attracted deer, especially to the aforementioned roses. I’ve babied those bushes because they have to be; the pine trees block all but about 5 hours of sun, even on the summer solstice, so I’m always sure to prune them, nourish them, ensure they’re disease-free. Anyone who has had a serious interest in roses knows how hard this can be. With the drought conditions we’ve been having, my roses have become a food mainstay for the hungry deer. To combat this, I’ve been using Must Garden natural deer repellent. During the winter, it didn’t work so well. The deer were starving. So my poor babies were beat up. I didn’t think they would make it this year. But lo, and behold, they’re blooming. Not a whole bunch, but it’s a start.
And now that we’re finished with my easy purse, I’ve moved on to another Malabrigo project. I know, I know. I love that yarn and it was on sale. At least, today’s purchase was on sale….But I digress. I’ve been working on a pattern for a sweater that I bought on Ravelry, Zweig, and I can’t wait to finish it. I’m realistically shooting for November, when I’ll need it! I intend to do some more planned pooling on a new brand of yarn – I will report the results! I’ve also got some more fan art to do. Never thought I’d be that kind of a fan at my age! LOL Life’s too short not to do the things you want when you can.
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!
Anytime I mention my neighborhood I’m always gushing about how wonderful it is. You may have noticed this in previous entries. None come to my mind right now, but I know I’ve done it because it is absolutely wonderful here. However, with all things like this, there seems to be a caveat. Living in California alone puts one at high risk of experiencing an earthquake – hopefully not a big one. I’ve been fortunate enough to experience only the hiccups. If you’re near the ocean, there is always the chance of being washed away in a tsunami. Heat exhaustion and heat stroke are also common in the sizzling hot California valley summers when the temperatures can hit the hundred teens mark. I remember driving around in my sister’s little Datsun in July of 1978. There was no air conditioning, so the windows were down. It smelled like baking bread outside and air did feel like it could have been coming from a heated oven. We drove by a bank that had a temperature marquis and I looked up to see the numbers 117. Yeah. Life is fraught with dangers of all kind, natural or manmade.
If you didn’t know, I live in the Sierra Nevada mountains, surrounded by trees. Trees that have endured four years of serious drought and are now drier than ever. In other words, tinder for a fire. Right now there is a huge fire blazing that started about 5 miles from where I live, but because of the prevailing winds, won’t be coming our way today. Sigh. So, it’s this time of year that I happen to get a little edgy, watching the horizon for smoke, checking the CalFire website, or even taking deep whiffs of air to catch a hint of smoke in it. All of us who live up in the forested mountains really look forward to the rainy season and are hoping that the meteorologists predictions of an el nino winter will actually happen because this really sucks!
I don’t know if it’s me, but I’ve been in the mood for fairly simple projects, and this one really looks like a blanket I could use pretty much throughout the year. I’m looking for some company with this one because it may be a bit tedious getting through all those easy steps – LOL! I know, I know, I said I wanted simple, I’ve got it, and it now it may be too much. Well, you all know what it’s like making an afghan, and if you don’t, join me! It’s very gratifying when it’s done and you have a useful item for around the house. And let’s not forget about the ooh’s and ah’s to assuage your ego that you will inevitably get when you casually throw this over the back of your chair at work or drape it over your neighbor’s fence to “air” it out.
The schedule for this would probably be the month of August. Don’t roll your eyes! When you see the pattern you’ll see this is done in piecework, and it doesn’t come together until the end. Use the thick blanket on your legs during the hottest part of the summer as motivation to finish. Good idea, right?
I want to hear from interested parties, so don’t be shy!
Am I out of my mind? I hope not. I found a cute tank I could knit and the pattern called for sportweight yarn, but I was able to find a comparable fingering weight. Correction: an expensive comparable fingering weight made of cotton, bamboo and silk. High definition for the pattern – not
that it’s needed; it’s a simple 3x rib. Period. I need something a little mind-numbing, and the toy rabbit still isn’t finished because I was having to do too much thinking.
Anyway, I wanted a summery top after working with all that heavy winter wool. This will also be the first article of clothing, that’s not an accessory, I’ve made in a long time. The last one I made took my three months, and it came out way too big. So I deliberately threw a wool sweater into the dryer. Now, the arms a bit short, and all the detail work is lost due to the felting effect, but I still wear it! I didn’t spend three months on that just to throw it away, dorkified or not.