Friday, November 19, 2004
about the knitting...and the yarn
This subject should be addressed, since I included it in my blog name. It could be called a passion, but my kids call it an obsession. I think it is somewhere in between those two things.
I LOVE the textures of yarn, ribbon, even heavy threads, anything stringy enough to be wrapped around a knitting needle or a crochet hook. It may be the "hook" that gets me most involved. I like the loops, the repetition, the pattern of the yarn as it makes "things." I like to try out new yarn, new patterns. If I don't like it, I like to quit and move on to something that pleases me more. Sometimes, just sometimes, I may have gotten a bit carried away with buying the yarn, then I find I don't like it as well, and it sits - and sits. And it fills up bags, boxes, storage containers, bigger bags, boxes, baskets, and eventually rooms. So it may appear that I have enough, or at least, a lot. But really the only important yarn is the yarn I have in my hands. The other stuff has to wait their turn.
This week, my dad told me that an aunt of mine asked for my mom's old yarn. (not a close aunt, not my mom's sister) My mom managed to collect quite a stash of her own, and Mom passed away 3 years ago. Dad gave me this yarn, and I've stored all but one plastic box of it in my house in the "yarn room". I was so glad that he asked me about the remaining box, as he was going to give it to Aunt Louise. I had to tell Dad that I feel rather protective of this old yarn, that I do want it. In that box there at his house, there's part of a sweater I made in the 6th grade! I could not give that up, especially since Mom saved it all those years! There's also a "granny square" afghan that had to be made by my Grandma Carrie. And part of a rose colored afghan - like the others that Mom DID complete. No, DON'T give the yarn to my Aunt! And I don't care if I never get to it - I just want it. I just may find the pieces from that unfinished sweater and put it together - after all, Lilly is already a size 4T or so. She might fit it ...in a few years.
I LOVE the textures of yarn, ribbon, even heavy threads, anything stringy enough to be wrapped around a knitting needle or a crochet hook. It may be the "hook" that gets me most involved. I like the loops, the repetition, the pattern of the yarn as it makes "things." I like to try out new yarn, new patterns. If I don't like it, I like to quit and move on to something that pleases me more. Sometimes, just sometimes, I may have gotten a bit carried away with buying the yarn, then I find I don't like it as well, and it sits - and sits. And it fills up bags, boxes, storage containers, bigger bags, boxes, baskets, and eventually rooms. So it may appear that I have enough, or at least, a lot. But really the only important yarn is the yarn I have in my hands. The other stuff has to wait their turn.
This week, my dad told me that an aunt of mine asked for my mom's old yarn. (not a close aunt, not my mom's sister) My mom managed to collect quite a stash of her own, and Mom passed away 3 years ago. Dad gave me this yarn, and I've stored all but one plastic box of it in my house in the "yarn room". I was so glad that he asked me about the remaining box, as he was going to give it to Aunt Louise. I had to tell Dad that I feel rather protective of this old yarn, that I do want it. In that box there at his house, there's part of a sweater I made in the 6th grade! I could not give that up, especially since Mom saved it all those years! There's also a "granny square" afghan that had to be made by my Grandma Carrie. And part of a rose colored afghan - like the others that Mom DID complete. No, DON'T give the yarn to my Aunt! And I don't care if I never get to it - I just want it. I just may find the pieces from that unfinished sweater and put it together - after all, Lilly is already a size 4T or so. She might fit it ...in a few years.
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Love and Christmas lights
What is love?
When you've been married almost 30 years, there are certain things that just blow me away. The assembling of a greenhouse, as mentioned, is a way. Then, to put up Christmas lights in the shape of a huge Christmast tree, from the topmost part of the roof, well, that really does it.
I'd heard on the radio about a contest the radio station was having. Now we aren't entering the contest, but I called husband Ray from my cell phone, mentioning that it was a nice warm day and, "Why couldn't we put the lights up this afternoon?" Ray, being the busy sort, asked, "Why would I want to do that?" So, I dropped it.
I worked for daughter Karen at her kiosk in the mall, and then I shopped a bit. I got home at 5 p.m., and who was up on the roof? My wonderful husband. When I asked him what he was doing, he said, "Well, you asked me to do it."
What a guy.
When you've been married almost 30 years, there are certain things that just blow me away. The assembling of a greenhouse, as mentioned, is a way. Then, to put up Christmas lights in the shape of a huge Christmast tree, from the topmost part of the roof, well, that really does it.
I'd heard on the radio about a contest the radio station was having. Now we aren't entering the contest, but I called husband Ray from my cell phone, mentioning that it was a nice warm day and, "Why couldn't we put the lights up this afternoon?" Ray, being the busy sort, asked, "Why would I want to do that?" So, I dropped it.
I worked for daughter Karen at her kiosk in the mall, and then I shopped a bit. I got home at 5 p.m., and who was up on the roof? My wonderful husband. When I asked him what he was doing, he said, "Well, you asked me to do it."
What a guy.
Monday, November 15, 2004
my own playhouse
Yep, I got a greenhouse. My own little home in the backyard. We got it almost level, set on the stone, and it will probably be finalized in a day or two. I can't believe I can start my own geraniums, store my plants for the winter, and look out and just SEE it from my kitchen window. Thanks, Ray. And thanks, too, to Phil, Tammy, my dad, Joe, and to Liz, Jeremy, and the tree-cutters, who made more sun shine through. Tammy said, "not many of my friends get to say they spent the weekend shoveling almost 3 tons of stone." Well, I better go help do some more of just that - we got three more tons today and it's just waiting to be around the outside of that cute little greenhouse! Woo-hoo!
