So....I spent several hour trying to get the Nightbird shawl to work. It requires a casting on off 293 stitches, and then knitting a row. Then start a 2 row chart that you can repeat as often as needed to make the shawl the right size. The furthest I got was the first row of the second repeat of the chart. After ripping it out 3 times, I realized that I was not capable to knitting the shawl with that particular yarn. I might try to use a different yarn later, but not for this project.
So the search was on for the next try. I looked to crochet, as it's easier to put down, wouldn't require as much concentration (assuming I picked the right pattern) and I found one that I am sure will work. It's called the Small Talk Shawl. I've managed to get to the 9th row without screwing it up, and I'm quite pleased at the results so far.
As for the second project....well....I was naughty today. Mom decided with the weather being so nice (above 15C!) it was time she left the house. She's pretty much housebound due to severe arthritis and lung issues, so when she gets to go shopping, it's an occasion. She, my dad, Daughter and I went to Michael's (which is a 40 minute drive from my place). I had consulted with Husband if there was anything he wanted (there wasn't) and if there was anything he didn't want me bringing home. He said "yarn".
I had recently (as of this week) purged about half my yarn, getting rid of anything that didn't inspire me to craft. So...with that in mind, we spent a very enjoyable afternoon browsing through the store, looking at craft and art supplies. I picked up some stitch markers (for Mom's shawl), some glue and Modge Podge (for my diamond paintings) and then took Daughter to the yarn department, as she has expressed an interest in knitting.
I showed her various yarns (mostly the soft ones) designed for beginning knitters and then we looked at other yarns that were currently available. Then I saw it. The one ball of yarn that sang to me. The one ball that cried out to be taken home and made into something wonderful. So....I bought it.
Here is the current pictures in progress:
Work So Far
Pray for me.
April 6, 2019
April 3, 2019
December 4, 2011
March 8, 2010
long time no see...
It's been over a year since my last post. Some things have stayed the same in my life. Many things have changed. Some good. Some bad.
Stuff that is the same. Cherub is still unemployed. And driving me insane in the process. Moppet is a sweet wonderful little girl, who if she keeps growing the way she has in the last two years, won't be so little anymore! She's grown 8 inches in the last 2 years! Ack! I'm still working part time, but without the in-laws continued financial support we'd have lost the house months ago.
Stuff that is different. I've gained weight. A lot of weight. I know out weigh Cherub by 40 pounds, and he's no lightweight. I've stopped looking in the mirror, because I'm so ashamed of how I look. 'nuff said. Baggins (our oldest mutant Cabbit), ran away from home in late summer. two doors down from us is a nice couple, two ladies who foster the local cat colony, and Baggins seems to be much happier there, he's lost weight, his fur is glossy and he's still alive. We have a new kitten. Her name is Kelda and she's pair bonded with ME!?! She's a calico/tabby cross and she's an imp. She's driving Precious (our oldest) tortoise/tabby cross absolutely nuts!
My mom was admitted to ICU the weekend of Aug 8 because she was having difficulty breathing. Turns out she had multiple pulmonary embolisms (also known as blood clots in the lungs), and DVT (aka clots in her legs and abdomen). They put her on blood thinners right away, but no before she came very close to a heart attack. She pulled through okay, but that resulted in the cancellation of my 40th birthday party (my decision), and she is on the long road to recovery. It was a sobering realization that my mother is getting older. When she was 40, my grandfather was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer, and she spent a lot of time taking care of him and ensuring that his final wishes were followed. My mom came very close to death (more than 80% of people with pulmonary embolisms are diagnosed on the autopsy table), and I was turning 40. The parallels were impossible to ignore.
I've been knitting a lot lately, but have had a major case of startitis. I have multiple projects on needles, waiting for me to continue, or finish, but I just can't seem to get motivated to do so. And Moppet's school is having a Spring Bazaar as their major fundraiser, and I've booked a vendor table to sell my chain maille jewelry. Anything to get some bills paid at this point in time.
I have spent a lot of time counting my blessings. I have many. A happy, healthy little girl. A (mostly) healthy husband. Both who love me very much, as I love them. We have food on our plates, clothes on our backs, and a roof over our heads. The friends that we have are loyal, trustworthy and doing their best to be supportive in our difficulties. The being said, we have no money, we're drowning in debt and there are times when I want to drop kick my husband out the door to dig ditches, so that something is coming into the house besides what little my minimum wage, part time job brings in.
I'm feeling angry and frustrated, depressed and defeated. I'm 240 pound of useless blubber, and wonder where the healthy vibrant active woman went who used to inhabit this body?
Stuff that is the same. Cherub is still unemployed. And driving me insane in the process. Moppet is a sweet wonderful little girl, who if she keeps growing the way she has in the last two years, won't be so little anymore! She's grown 8 inches in the last 2 years! Ack! I'm still working part time, but without the in-laws continued financial support we'd have lost the house months ago.
Stuff that is different. I've gained weight. A lot of weight. I know out weigh Cherub by 40 pounds, and he's no lightweight. I've stopped looking in the mirror, because I'm so ashamed of how I look. 'nuff said. Baggins (our oldest mutant Cabbit), ran away from home in late summer. two doors down from us is a nice couple, two ladies who foster the local cat colony, and Baggins seems to be much happier there, he's lost weight, his fur is glossy and he's still alive. We have a new kitten. Her name is Kelda and she's pair bonded with ME!?! She's a calico/tabby cross and she's an imp. She's driving Precious (our oldest) tortoise/tabby cross absolutely nuts!
My mom was admitted to ICU the weekend of Aug 8 because she was having difficulty breathing. Turns out she had multiple pulmonary embolisms (also known as blood clots in the lungs), and DVT (aka clots in her legs and abdomen). They put her on blood thinners right away, but no before she came very close to a heart attack. She pulled through okay, but that resulted in the cancellation of my 40th birthday party (my decision), and she is on the long road to recovery. It was a sobering realization that my mother is getting older. When she was 40, my grandfather was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer, and she spent a lot of time taking care of him and ensuring that his final wishes were followed. My mom came very close to death (more than 80% of people with pulmonary embolisms are diagnosed on the autopsy table), and I was turning 40. The parallels were impossible to ignore.
I've been knitting a lot lately, but have had a major case of startitis. I have multiple projects on needles, waiting for me to continue, or finish, but I just can't seem to get motivated to do so. And Moppet's school is having a Spring Bazaar as their major fundraiser, and I've booked a vendor table to sell my chain maille jewelry. Anything to get some bills paid at this point in time.
I have spent a lot of time counting my blessings. I have many. A happy, healthy little girl. A (mostly) healthy husband. Both who love me very much, as I love them. We have food on our plates, clothes on our backs, and a roof over our heads. The friends that we have are loyal, trustworthy and doing their best to be supportive in our difficulties. The being said, we have no money, we're drowning in debt and there are times when I want to drop kick my husband out the door to dig ditches, so that something is coming into the house besides what little my minimum wage, part time job brings in.
I'm feeling angry and frustrated, depressed and defeated. I'm 240 pound of useless blubber, and wonder where the healthy vibrant active woman went who used to inhabit this body?
February 2, 2009
I am...."meme"ing?
This was stolen from Wendy Knits.
Use the first letter of your name to find a word for each of the following:
Your Name - Rowan
Four letter word - read
Boy name - Reginald
Girl name - Rhianna
Occupation - Register Nurse
Color - Red
Beverage - Root beer
Something found in a bathroom - Razor
A Place - Rhode Island
Reason for being late - Resting peacefully (RIP)
Food - Rice
Something you shout - Right On (okay I'm channelling the 70's here)
Four letter word - read
Boy name - Reginald
Girl name - Rhianna
Occupation - Register Nurse
Color - Red
Beverage - Root beer
Something found in a bathroom - Razor
A Place - Rhode Island
Reason for being late - Resting peacefully (RIP)
Food - Rice
Something you shout - Right On (okay I'm channelling the 70's here)
Well, that was...interesting.....
DH hasn't found work yet, but he did have a job interview last week. So we'll see. I'm hoping he gets the call that he's got the job. He's going insane with not working and being Mr. Mom.
Our second car (the purple '97 Ford Escort wagon, dubbed the "Barneymobile") has officially been drivin into the ground. And, living in the small city (Woodstock Ontario), we pretty much HAVE to have 2 cars, at least for on the days that I work. Cherub has started to get some serious cabin fever while I've been at work.
I'm hoping that in the next few weeks we can pare down some of our possessions (as we seem to be choking on them lately) and declutter the house a little bit. *sigh*
January 12, 2009
I am....delurking
Well, I've been up and down and all around lately.
I've gained 40 pounds since the surgery. I'm the heaviest I have EVER been.
I'm getting very good at knitting.
My DH has lost his job. Again.
I'm looking for full time work and trying to NOT be a "mouse potato".
I spend far too much time on Ravelry, reading HP fanfic, and avoiding the world.
It's time for a change.
I don't know that I can maintain it, but I am going to try.
First things first, time to cut out as much processed sugar as possible.
Next, start walking.
And I might sign up for Flylady. It couldn't hurt.
Wish me luck. I think I'll need it.
I've gained 40 pounds since the surgery. I'm the heaviest I have EVER been.
I'm getting very good at knitting.
My DH has lost his job. Again.
I'm looking for full time work and trying to NOT be a "mouse potato".
I spend far too much time on Ravelry, reading HP fanfic, and avoiding the world.
It's time for a change.
I don't know that I can maintain it, but I am going to try.
First things first, time to cut out as much processed sugar as possible.
Next, start walking.
And I might sign up for Flylady. It couldn't hurt.
Wish me luck. I think I'll need it.
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