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Yarn Police

Feb 03, 2009admin_tos

Is it a good omen when you see three mounted police officers right outside the yarn store? Does that mean they will watch how much I purchase? They stopped at the red light, then I snuck unseen into the store and when I was nicely lost amongst all the skeins, they rode on. Phew…. what luck… well, I did spend way more than I intended, but all for a good reason.

I have been meaning to knit a simple rib west for Huxley and when I saw a certain beautiful colour and yarn, I could not resist. Then of course, I had to get enough to make one for myself as well. In "matching" colours. I will attempt to photograph them today, so that I can actually show you what I got away with.

Knitting Content

Jan 27, 2009admin_tos

In a flurry of finishing, this week I sewed in threads. I'm still not completely finished, mainly it's the photography that is missing, but here is the first one Haruha Scarf, executed in my own hand dyed mulberry silk from Switzerland, together with pineapple yarn from Habu. I don't have the exact number right at my fingertips. If you need to know, I can probably pull it up, just drop me a note.

I used a 10 foot pink insulation board and furrier nails to do the pinning. And yes, i could not get the one edge to be straight, but that so does not bother me. I'm one of those free-form knitters.

Airplane wings

Jan 25, 2009admin_tos

Sitting on Bobby, arms out stretched, sun in their eyes, temperatures of minus 16 plus a windchill making it more like minus 29 or so. No sattle, getting connected with the movement of the horse. Whatever can be felt through up-teen layers of clothing. Happiness in their faces. Primo nipping Bobby's behind, bobby kicking up his legs, both children sliding off, landing in a soft mount of hay. Me giving Huxley's cousin a high-five for her first fall of a horse. Her laughing and saying "that was fun, can I do it again". Fear conquered! I'm proud.

My ride was wonderful. I really am a winter rider. Never mind that my fingers turned red and stiff when I was tacking up. Walking and trotting through amongst the heavy branches of snow in the woods, a fast gallop with the cold freezing the moisture in one nostril, a gentle, slow gallop amongst the trees. Oh, heaven. And to think that some people think that winter is not for riding. Winter wonderland. I love it.

Later, in the car, we saw a "herd" (yes I know it's called a flock" of wild turkeys. So much more beautiful than the weird creatures breed for food.

Today at home, I'm finishing knitted goodies. I sewed in ends on a quivit mobius. I washed it and not it's hanging on the washing stand. It will be glorious to wear in the cold..

Jumping

Jan 23, 2009admin_tos

Yesterday, I threw out one of Huxley's toys. A horse jumping obstacle from a set he received. Plastic. Extremely difficult to put together. Frustrating. Causing tears. This all first thing in the morning. A morning when I had gotten up and actually taken the time to do my hair as I had a rare business meeting. Later at the studio, I felt sad about Huxley's tears over the loss of the toy. But I know that he needs to learn that sometimes we are better off without the frustrating things of life. Of course, at his age, it is about something of his taken away.

Then an inspiration, a brain-flash, a trip to the hardware store on the way home from school, an excited little boy with a big smile and big plans. Three dowels, some hooks and screws. During his nap I cut the wood on the table saw. My niece coming over, joining in the fun. Sitting at the kitchen table, sanding blocks of wood, putting in hooks and screws.

Result, two children playing happily for almost 2 hours. Me, cooking dinner and feeling the day has ended very good.