Monday, July 15, 2019

Country Life

We have successfully moved into the new house.  Well, out of the old house, and settling into the new house.  There is still a great deal of things in storage and my Mother's basement.  Including my yarn cabinet, sewing machine, and desk.  I was able to stake my claim to the fourth bedroom (though which one evolved over time), so these items will eventually have a home in my home.  Though, I did lose the closet to other requirements.  So now, my stash will be in the room, in my yarn cabinet and bins, in full view of the world.  The stairs are narrow, steep and difficult to maneuver, so my stash should be shielded from viewing by the random guests, for family's eyes only.

All in all, we are very happy with our new home.  We have one neighbor, with another three or four about a half mile away.  We are surrounded by corn/soybean fields, woods, and quiet.  My sweetie and I are looking forward to evening walks around our own land, instead of around the old neighborhood.

With all the packing, moving and unpacking action, I have hardly had a chance to knit at all.  During the closing, I was able to knit the whole time, to the amusement of everyone in the room.  But after that, I knit exactly two rows, forty stitches, in a two week period.  That is pretty bad, but I was too busy and active to notice.  I have a two week deadline for the Ravenclaw Scarf, so that deadline is weighing on my mind.  It doesn't help that I can't knit on that one at home, or at least, not when the kids are home.  Can't have my little Ravenclaw seeing his birthday present.

Once I am more settled in the new Mommy room, I want to really evaluate my WIP's, especially the long-neglected ones.  Some have been stuck in my Mother's basement for so long, I don't even remember them.  I also want to re-evaluate my stash.  With my LYS closing two weeks ago, I scooped up some really beautiful yarns, a lot of really beautiful yarns.  And like the WIP's some of my yarns have been outside of the home so long, I have no idea what I really have.  So stay tuned for those updates.

Today, it is all about the new home, for me, my family, and my yarn.  

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

A Yarn Room to Call My Own

My sweetie and I have been house hunting for a while.  Off and on for a few years.  He has certain things in mind, which is not always in line with our budget.  It doesn't help that the market for the type of place we are looking for is very hot right now.  VERY hot.  Anything in the county, with some acreage, for under $200K, goes on the market, a crowd of impatient buyers descend like a pack of sharks on the trail of blood.  We have gone as high as $10K above asking price, only to be outbid.

Finally, we were the early bird. We swooped in and made an offer before anyone else noticed it was on the market.  After all those times of disappointment and frustration, our dreams were finally coming true.

The reality struck.  Packing.  Moving.  Oh, my!  We haven't moved since we got married, twelve years ago.  And that was just me into his bachelor house.  We have had two children since then, and amassed a lot more stuff.  I know it will all be worth it, but there will be a lot of work in the next few weeks.

Sweetie is having dreams of the large barn.  (Larger than the house, actually, which I don't think is really fair.)  I am dreaming about the fourth bedroom, on the first floor.  Right now, it is cramped, with a miniscule closet.  We have future plans to add on the side of the house, to make it a master suite, with bathroom and walk in closet.  For now, I am dreaming of an office/craft room.  A place for my yarn and sewing machine.  For twelve years I have had these things in my mother's basement.  And when I bring work home, I use the kitchen table, glaring at anyone who gets chocolate milk too close to my laptop.  I may have to elbow the kids, who keep talking about a toy room, but I am still bigger than them, and I help pay the mortgage, so I like my odds.   As long as I can resist their pleas.

Now, I just have to figure out how to camouflage my stash for the move.  Really, my sweetie doesn't need to know how much yarn I really own.

Today, it is all about the dreams.

Saturday, June 1, 2019

That's a lot of yarn

The sales have started.  She has a table that rotates on a weekly basis that is 40% off, and the rest of the store is 20% off.  The sweet part about losing my local yarn store.  So, of course, I did some shopping, with an unexpected guest.

The first day of the sales was on my anniversary, and my sweetie and I were running errands, so he was with me.  I assumed that he would just find a chair somewhere, and play on his phone while I drooled over yarn.  Nope.  He browsed right next to me.  He pointed out things I might be interested in.  Or he might be interested in.  When I found one skein of something nice, he even located the second skein for me.

Who knew?  His transformation as a knitter husband is complete.  And now I have a lot more yarn in the stash.

Today, it is all about the growth.    

Friday, April 26, 2019

A few finishes or nearly finishes

I may not have been blogging much the past few months, but I have been knitting, and I have a few pretties to show for it.

The first is my Wirbel.  The pattern was easy to reduce to the size of a postie note.  And I still love the colors.  All in all, I am pretty pleased with the overall effect.  Another shawl for my collection at the office.  
 Second was another matching set of mitts and ear warmer.  The ear warmer turned out to be more narrow that I intended, so I have actually started another, much wider one.  After it is done, I will decide which one I like better.  Another colorful accessory, one that will go nicely with my gray winter coat.
And, last, but not least, my pink charity blanket.  I am down to the third and last ball of yarn.  I received the yarn (and a lot more) free, so I felt like I should use at least some of it for charity.  I am liking the pattern, but I think it is too much of one color.  I could see having the squares alternate with a solid contrasting color.  Next time.

Today, it is all about the showing off.  

Sunday, April 14, 2019

The Evolution of a Local Yarn Store

There once was a knitting group.  It started with a couple friends who met at the local Barnes and Noble once in a while to knit.  They decided to make a regular schedule, so others could join.  I was one of those others.  As the group grew, we moved to a small ice cream store on Main Street.  Inside that shop, they had shelves. Shelves that artisans would lease to sell their wares.  An idea was born.

A few knitters combined their resources to buy some wholesale sock yarn, to put on one of those shelves.  At first, I think they just wanted to ensure a supply of quality sock yarns for themselves, and sell the rest to cover their expenses.

The sock yarn sold.  More yarn was purchased wholesale, and more yarn sold quickly.  And a yarn store was born.

Sixteen years later, that yarn store is closing.  Beth's children are grown, and she probably wishes to enjoy her retirement.  It is the end of the era.

At first, I was sad.  Then I realized that there would be sales.  Many, many yarn sales.  A few weeks ago, I told my kids that I could not buy yarn for ten years, and still be able to knit the whole time.  But how can I resist deep discounts on yarn?

The discounts on everything start Saturday.  20% off nearly the entire store.  Plus weekly pop up sales.  40% off a type of yarn, all grouped onto a table.  This week is mohair, all weights.  And I love me some mohair.  Lofty, whispy mohair.

By the time this store closes its doors for the last time, I may have twenty years of yarn.

Today it is all about the beginning of the end.

Wednesday, April 10, 2019

Hiatus

I can't believe that I haven't blogged about my knitting in several months.  I mean, I can believe it, because the dates don't lie, but still.  The same with my Ravelry page.  Not updated at all lately, not with past projects or new ones.  So today I was determined to remedy.  I plugged my phone into my computer, so I could download all of the pictures I had taken, to start updating.  Except there weren't any photos,  not for months.  Seriously?  I have been knitting, but haven't updated a single photo, yarn, pattern.  Nothing?

Ok, so I have to do better.  Even if the three people that actually read the blog weren't depending on me, this is how I keep track of my knitting.  When I start things.  When I finish.  What issues I had.  How I solved those issues.

I really have to do better.  I took some pictures tonight, and I will take some more tomorrow.  I will start blogging, and logging the progress on Ravelry.  Stay tuned!

Today, it is all about the resurgence.  

Wednesday, January 30, 2019

Blame it on the Brain

Last week, I was ice skating with the Cub Scouts.  This was the second time that I have gone ice skating in the past 25 years.  Apparently, that is not enough, because I slipped on the ice, and smacked the back of my head on the ice.  Twice.  The second time left me rather dazed.  As I was at work the next morning, it became apparent that I was not well.  Mid-morning, I was able to get out to a doctor, who confirmed that I had a mild concussion.

She gave me a long list of things to avoid:  texting and otherwise looking at a smart phone, emailing and otherwise looking at a computer screen, reading, writing, and anything that requires concentration.  Specific to me, no knitting.  That is . . . . pretty much everything I do in a day.  A forced day or two off from work wouldn't be a bad thing, but less fun if I couldn't read or knit.  I literally had to be a couch potato.

After a day or two, I risked some easy knitting: a placemat.  Garter stitch, in the round, hardly any pattern type of knitting.   I thought I would be safe.  I. Was. Wrong.  Apparently, I had misplaced one of my stitch markers.  There are four stitch markers, forming the four corners of the placemat, and I increase a stitch every knit row on either side of the marker on every knit row.  Easy  peasy, unless you lose a marker.  Ten rows later, I noticed my mistake.  Now I am tinking every row that I have knit the past week.  How discouraging.

Today, it is all about following doctor's orders.