Thursday, May 31, 2007
Lookie here... Bill fixed the washer. He had a difficult time finding the 'spare part' he needed to trip the loose switch, but in the end he stuck with the tried and true 'jam it and swear' technique which continues to have amazing results. It sure beats having to shell out for another new 'appliance' right now, what with the mower eating it's own belts and my (ick-ick-ick) oral surgery on (ugh, ack, arrgh) Monday. Okay, now I feel sick. I'm going to go knit, because Maddie's making dinner... it's out of a box. Tres chic, non?
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
In yesterday's news... I found two, count 'em... two, cupboard/shelve-y things at the 'antique' store (junk store, though it mostly is really old junk... just not pristine, good junk, like you'd find down in Louisville, but I think they import theirs from Europe...)Anyhow, two yarn and fabric displays for a REALLY good price. It almost makes up for not being able to purchase any more of the 'Shabby Chic' bookcases from Target. I love the one I got, but it's still off-gassing paint fumes. One of the pieces is very primitive, with an old eight light storm window for a door. Once I make certain it's pest free it'll be great to keep yarns dust free, but on display. Just for the really expensive stuff. I'll take pictures of them later... it's just now getting light outside.
Lastly, this morning, I think a moment of prayer is required for my husband. For strength, for patience, and mostly, for overtime. That last one is to cover the new washer, the other two are because redrhonda has begun cataloging her stash. When she told me she now has 28 pairs of socks to knit in the queue, it instantly piqued my interest (and I like words with q in them). A thorough search was made, and in fairness... meaning I did not count the giant gobs of leftover yarn from previous socks, nor any of the store stock... at all... I have 32 pair awaiting my attention. The look of dismay on that man's face when we had made a final tally was priceless, but I don't think I'll ever call his attention to 'the stash' again. Some things are better left alone.
Later today I'm hoping to post a pic of dragonfly's (code name Miss V) FIRST pair of socks. She claims heels are next... she knows not what a slippery slope she's descending... (60 pairs in the queue, just me & redrhonda... what's in your stash?) Take a tally and let me know... more later.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
This is 'old Kaffe' waiting for 'new Kaffe' to show up, though I'm not expecting the Westminster order to show up for a few weeks. After the holiday I'll be placing multiple orders for far more yarn and fabric that I can possibly display at this time. If the children are much improved tomorrow, I can ditch them on daddy and go out 'fixture hunting' at a few of my favorite junque stores. I'm hoping to find just a few sturdy, not too ugly, old bookcases to slap some white paint on (or not, if they have character) to line the room with.
Lastly, I purchased the mother of all travel cases for the Wisconsin adventure, and couldn't wait to get it home to convert it into a knitting bag. All those keen pockets and zippered openings and handy elastics to restrain errant gew-gaws and such. Well, as I lay contemplating the move from all my little bag-ettes into the grande dame, I began to worry. If all of my tools and circular needles are in one place, I stand to lose a lot if it's misplaced or *gasp* kidnapped. So, dear reader, what would you do? Rhonda, I know you're hyperventilating and getting all hivey at the horrific query I just made... put your head down till you feel better. Okay now? Good. Here's the Grande Dame herself...
Isn't she gi-nor-mous? Like a big, pink hippopotamus. One who is fully capable of carrying a goodly amount of knitting without complaint, (there is room in Main Compartment for a baby's sweater-full of yarn, plus a few socks in progress, which I shall call SIP from now on.) but I shudder to think what I'd do if I lost it. or if she burped out a favorite gadget somewhere along our travels. Anyhow, I'm going to go bleach down the kitchen now, and wash some more laundry... and get 2nd sock off the needles and onto Eli's feet, the poor, sick baby. Knit on.
Saturday, May 26, 2007
First, to the owner of Barbara's Yarn Garden... oops, ya missed out on a huge sale. Hope your lunch run was as satisfying as it was long. I had more fun shopping the next day at 'Loop Yarn Shop' in Bayview. It's tiny and funky and the subway tiles and vintage mosaic floor just add to it's charm. There is a massive felted bag hanging way up high which is Olympic knitting if I've ever seen it, and the yarns span the color and price spectrum, so there's something for everybody. She's also savvy to the 'magic loop' technique, so, Loop-yarn-chick... you rock. My second shop of that day was Ruhama's in Whitefish Bay. I have always loved the selection there. It was there that I discovered Kiogu yarn for the first time, which cemented my fate as a knitter of socks. It was there that I first heard of EZ's passing, and can remember the painful stinging behind my eyes, the choking lump of sorrow in my throat, at the passing of knitting's greatest champion. In that shop. My knitting life history is tied up with that shop, which makes it all the more galling at how cold and disinterested the staff were. People, get a clue. You sell yarn, customers have the cash. Make an effort... look alive. Geesh, the biddies at the table debating 'gladiola' colors were more entertianing... at least they had a pulse... or pacemakers, at the very least. So, I bought, but may not go back for quite some time. End rant. Now a screeching toddler needs a bit of attention and Mommy needs a Xanax. Have a good night, y'all.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Tomorrow I will share the 'stash enhancement' from the Milwaukee trip, plus what's hot and what's NOT about yarn shops. Also, I have a story about a long-horn cow and a camel... but you'll have to come back tomorrow, reader. For now, go knit. Cami
Sunday, May 20, 2007
I'm so terribly tired that all I want to do is sit on the floor and sob into my knitting. There is so much to do in getting seven people all ready to road trip. My husband has upped the ante to keep me moving forward, though... because between here and there lay the land of 'Lorna's Laces' and the jam on this bitter, travel-hell of a pill is that I get to go inside and buy my first yarn order for the shop... just like that. A stop at the outlet mall in Kenosha has also been discussed, as we have the matter of the missing "good" ice cream spoon to attend to. (Dansk, and a spoon for tots, but I digress.)
so, ignoring the ball behind the book, we have the winning little green Kroy socks, then there are the 'groupie' socks and in front we have (on the left) the gonna-be-lace-if-it-kills-me socks for a certain mother-in-law and the very adorable Koigu socks with the firefly green heels/toes. That chartreuse yarn flew to me in Susan's shop. I knew instantly it would go with stashed yarn from (at least) five years ago... all for a new babe, the grandson of the only woman I let near my teeth.
Speaking of teeth, here are some pretty ones, attached to one very lovely Yarn Harlot, as she appeared April 21st at the book festival in KY. The 'groupie' socks, seen here, were and remain awestruck by this most powerful force of knitting. (The woman was soooo ill... can you tell it? I thought not.) Bye for now... when next we meet I shall be a knitter afoot in the wilds of Wisconsin, remote-blogging. Till then, keep your sticks in the yarn. Cami
Saturday, May 19, 2007
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Now, to overcome my sock ennui that is sucking the joy of socks right out of me, I will knit the Sheri's Lace socks from Sockbug. If there is no improvement after I've created those lush lovelies, I will move on to the Falling Leaves socks from knitty.com . Big plans coming from one who is currently more frogger than knitter, but none of the socks felt right. I really want to get needles into "little bunny foo-foo" also... but the yarn calls for something special... crazy, even... like maybe the "pomatomus" sock? I'm not sure I have brain cells left to devote to that, but I printed out the pattern for it and now can gaze at it fondly.
Some niggling part of my brain keeps begging me to dip into the Koigu stash as well. The deeply plum and olive yarn is practically throwing itself at me every time I walk through the craft room. Shameless flirt. As if I would know what to do with those colors now... silly autumnal yarn. The tropical colorway stands a much better chance. Oh, and Maddie baked a glorious double chocolate cake this evening... and tasted the bitterness of regret when said cake tumbled out of her grasp as she went to check it. For the record, it was only half-baked and made an incredible mess. Tomorrow we're doing it over, and baking cinnamon rolls for the neighbor who graded the driveway for us the other day. So, until then, knit on, if you're knitting. If you're not knitting, what the heck were you doing here? Camilla (frogger of socks)