Kava-Nope...

There comes a time in the life of a country in which the average person has to stand up for what he or she believes in. A time when the "leadership" needs to take stock of what "the people" really want. 

Unfortunately, in our country, we've reached the first part. But we're likely to not ever reach the second, since our government has been bought and paid for not only by lobbyists and corporations, but by Russia... Our democracy is in peril. 

We're on the verge of having a Supreme Court Justice who's temperamentally unqualified, appears to be a high-functioning alcoholic, and has been groomed, over the years, to do this very thing: irrevocably change the highest court in the land for generations to come.

I've been calling the 4 or 5 senators who might flip the vote. I'm reaching out to democrats who're in primarily red districts to tell them to keep the faith and vote for what's right. My problem is, I'm not sure it'll work. 

I'm not sure that this isn't all pre-ordained somehow. My rage and disgust are palpable. I can't sleep, I've got an upset stomach, and I'm very, very touchy. And that's not good. 

We have been divided as a nation. We have divided families. We have divided friends. It's scary what's happening and I'm afraid it might indeed be beyond repair. Not only the damage this administration(?) is doing by taking back all the regulations that are keeping our forests pristine, our water clear and our skies clean -- but the damage done to families where they're so divided by politics as to be unable to be in the same room. 

Honestly? I don't know what to say. Women I know are curled in balls, reliving memories they've tried to "live around." Women I know are criticizing those same women and telling them that they should have "done something when it mattered." 

We all got a "presidential text message" that we're not allowed to opt out of. I'm not happy about that. It's very 1984 to me, and I hope that's the last one I'll ever get. I don't need that on my phone. 

I have no words. All I can do are the actions I am doing. And to hope others are doing the same. I can hope that I don't lose a friendship (or more) in this. But I have no sure way of knowing. 

Knitting, Knitting, Knitting...

The hat is on the DPNs. I took off the Fun Fur (not fun) and in the process of getting the stitches on the DPNs, I dropped one. I found it...before it had gone too far. I'm not happy with the catywampus way the stitches are arranged, but there are so many markers that the beginning of the row (with the yellow triangular marker) is kind of in the wrong place. I have to wriggle things around a bit. The markers indicate the decreases, and I'm about to do a whole whack of 'em as I decrease the last few rows toward finishing this up. 

I've taken the mitts to work and I'm doing those at lunch. I need them for November, so I've gotta get skippy on them. 

After that, it's a polka-dot bag - have to see what's in that one and get it moving. And do another prayer shawl. And do the "prayer patches" that we're doing for church. Lots to do. Not enough time to do it in. 

Canning, Canning, Canning...

So this is the demented Pepper Pizza Sauce. This is the one that's two-thirds sweet peppers and one-third tomatoes. I suppose it'll be good; just too much pepper for me. 

I think we have at least one more batch in the fridge - and this one is mostly tomatoes! It's super-easy to do this. As a matter of fact, I could probably use this sauce here for Pasta Fagioli (a bean and tomato-based soup). That would be interesting, wouldn't it? 

Anyway, this recipe is nowhere near Blue Book standards; it's my own. But I do use the Blue Book when I'm timing it. And the Blue Book tells me to put lemon juice in the sauce to keep it acid enough to last. 

The kids will get this. I think maybe I'll bring some to work, and I'll give my mom some. It would be a good sauce for pigs-in-a-blanket (cabbage rolls) or stuffed peppers. 

But I'm not eating it. 

Quinn poses in her crown...

I got Halloween costumes for the dogs. And of course, even the "large" wasn't big enough... But I did find a cute crown. Of course, Quinn looks adorable in it. 

We entered the 2018 Howl-O-Ween contest; not in the costumes I want, but stuff I kind of threw together. Sometimes it's best this way. 

I don't like what they've done in regard to allowing people to PhotoShop stuff. It used to be that people got really creative with their costumes and the dogs played along grudgingly (or with treats!). But now people can add stuff electronically. To me, that's kind of lazy. But I'm not running it. 

We shall see. Entries are down, and that's sad. I know people are busy and distracted, but it's a great event to raise money for rescue. 

Random Picture...

Speaking of which. This was the first one we entered. And we won. We raised over $800 for the rescue with this one. We titled it, "They'll never know I'm on the couch." 

This, by the way, was Tippi. It was the first Halloween after we got her, and I literally "tossed" this one together. We'd just gotten the couch and that grey blanket was their signal that it was ok to get up there. I jokingly tossed the cover around her, her tail was exposed, and I snapped the shot. 

Everyone loved it. 

We came close a couple of other years, but this was my very proudest moment because she was such a good sport. This year, she's entered as well, but I'm not sure how she'll do. You never know. It's any dog's game. 

Do you dress up your dogs for Halloween? Share some pics! I'd love to see them! 

Saucy Kind of Day...

What happens when you pull stuff out of the freezer to make sauce? Let me explain...

We had a bounty of tomatoes at one point (not this year) and we cut them up and froze them. We even had cherry tomatoes coming out our ears in October and up to the first frost. Obviously more than we could eat, and people were starting to look at us funny when we'd bring yet another bag of tomatoes to church or to work. 

So we spent a weekend cutting them up and freezing them. We knew we wanted to make sauce, but we didn't have the time. We also got peppers and cut them up. It seemed like we had "only a few" bags of each, but we had...several. 


We made one batch. Today, Hubby thought we could squeeze in a second batch before I went off to teach. I set it up and started everything cooking. 

Except I grabbed two bags of peppers and one of tomato. I meant to grab 2 tomatoes, 1 pepper. Hey, it all was yellow and red, and I couldn't really tell what was what. I mean, really - look at this stuff in my sink. I can tell some things, but not everything. 

I cooked it all up like I was making spaghetti sauce, and all was well till I tasted it. WOWZA - lots of pepper in there. Mind you, sweet pepper, but pepper nonetheless. We're marking this as "Pizza Sauce" and the kids will get this and so will my mom. I don't like peppers. I like a bit of pepper. Not a lot. 


There was a lot of fiddling to get the sauce to where I thought it was "edible." Hubby loves it. I do not. 

The good new? I now have freezer space! 

As you can see, it's a nice robust-looking sauce. I used Penzey's Tuscan Spice blend. It took quite a lot. Leeks. Ten cloves of garlic. Parsley from the garden (stole it from the caterpillar!), and a large stalk of Rosemary from the garden. Salt, pepper. 4 tablespoons of vegan broth powder to give it some oomph, and some lemon juice (recommended by the canning instructions). Then I tasted it. 

And added about 3 tablespoons of coconut sugar to tame that acidic bite of the peppers. My dad used to use sugar in his sauce when needed. I hope the lemon juice still keeps it nice and bright. 

It went into a water bath for 25 minutes, so I'm pretty sure it's nice and tight. But still too peppery... Come to think of it, I probably should have added a couple stalks of celery. That might have mitigated the pepper. 

The First Soup of the Season happened yesterday...It was a chilly day and we thought soup would be good. Chicken with veggies, and I added a brown rice + quinoa mixture to it. 

The simple soup makes enough for 2 dinners. We've been trying to really cut down on what we're cooking. It's just the two of us and it's crazy to keep stuff in the freezer till we forget it's there. 

You know the drill. We're used to cooking for a family, and then as we "empty the nest," we have a hard time changing those cooking habits to be more reasonable with our food. 

So anyway, I also made biscuits. They're sour cream + rosemary from the garden. They were pretty good. The sour cream kind of was a bit dense, but it worked out ok. I did a "drop biscuit" but I rolled them into balls and then slightly flattened them. They may have been less dense if I didn't handle them as much, but there you go. 

So that was my first "meal of regular food." I'd been off rice, grains, dairy...trying to eat as cleanly as I could. Of course, I still didn't lose a pound, but I was trying to re-set my stomach. For the most part, it worked. 

You'll be happy to know that my tummy is now where it belongs. No more 50-yard dash to the bathroom...

Knitting...

The Emergency One Day Hat has, so far, taken 3 days of solid knitting on that thing. I can see where it's a one-day hat if (a) you knit faster than I do; and (b) you have nothing else to do but knit that day. 

Unfortunately, I have a life. So the hat's taken a bit longer, but I'm ok with that. I'm not on a deadline, except for the mitts. 

It's actually a bit farther along than this. This shot was this afternoon, before I taught my class. Now, I've got both rows of ridges, and I'm on the part just before I shape the crown. 

I'll pick up the mitts this week and finish the last one off, then I'm done with that project. 

I'm really liking the Encore yarn. I'm seriously jazzed with this, and it's my go-to baby yarn for afghans. This is the first hat I've made with it, and I think I may make another, just for stash. Or I'll knit up a couple of them, for Xmas for the kids. But then I have to knit 2 more for the young boys. Oy. This could be a project or a nightmare. 

Or I could knit myself another hat - I'm pretty sure I can "biggen" this one up a bit. It's so far, super simple. I'm thinking of adding an I-cord "pom-pom" on top of this one. Don't know yet. We'll see when I get there. 

I've got two projects pulled to do next: a scarf frogged (formerly in stash) which will be a prayer shawl, and I'm going to finish that hand-dyed scarf from the one worsted weight thing I have, the "Precious Metals" one. I'm nearly through the ball on that one, so I'd like to get it done as long as we're staring scarf-weather in the face. 

Halloween gone to the dogs...

We haven't dressed the dogs yet, but that's coming this week. Late, but it is what it is. Anyway, Hubby asked me to go to Home Depot (I was running around anyway), and "get the wolves" he'd found. He RARELY asks for decorations; in fact, he puts up with my propensity to want to decorate the outside of the house, which means he does all the work. 

I didn't find wolves. They were greyhounds. He's bummed because he wanted the wolves because, apparently, they howl. Like we don't have enough noise around here with three dogs in the first place? 

I get it. And wolves - skeletal, red-light-eyed wolves - would've been majorly cool. But the greyhounds ain't bad. Except one of them is like our Quinn. Every. Bump. Made. It. Bark. Every single stop. Every single start... It was a noisy ride home. Here they are in the front bed. When you walk past them, their jaws snap, they "bark" and their eyes glow. 

In addition, you may notice the purple glass globes with witch hats on them. They actually are solar lights, and glow orange at night. We're not done yet. The ghosts are up, around the front and back yard, and we still have The Great Pumpkin, our skeletal owls and the skeletal flamingos. 

Yes, I like Halloween. If I could, I'd dress up and hand out treats. But I'm working that day; though I did get the boss to let us dress up "as long as it's not too crazy." 

Yay!!!

Oh, and I got a raven! I'd be totally jazzed if it quoted Edgar Allen Poe. It does not. 

But it does caw and move its head and it's got beady red eyes. And it says, "Are you sure you want to go in there??" I'll move the stake a little closer to the front door, so that the trick-or-treat gang can get the full effect. 

No, I'm not 12 years old. I just want a bit of levity. After this past week, when strong women I know have been either screaming in fury at their televisions, or curled up in a ball reliving the horrors that they themselves experienced while listening to another man-baby have a meltdown because he didn't get his way? 

Oh, I'm sorry: a liar-man-baby who was groomed to take this seat on the Supreme Court and systematically reverse everything that Agent Orange and the Republican goons haven't yet overturned... That man-baby. 

Sorry - I can barely watch his testimony. My father was a drunk. He finally saw the light and got into recovery, but that's another chapter in the novel. My point is, this dude is a functioning alcoholic. The rages. The inability to accept his part in anything negative. The fury and conspiracy theories...textbook, kids. Textbook. 

So if I want to decorate my yard and kind of block it all out? Who's going to blame me. 

Random Picture...

As we started the sauce, of course we needed a canine supervisor. Because, you know, a random bit of food might hit the floor. 

Regardless of the fact that she doesn't eat veggies of any kind, Raisa needed to make sure we did it up right. 

Yes, in the walkway. Where every good Husky goes when they're watching for the safety of their humans. 

Yes, when the stick blender was activated, she was singing. Singing the song of her people... 

Crazy dog. 

How about you? How was your weekend? Do anything fun?

I'd love to chat with you about what you're reading; what you're crafting; what's going on with you. Join me! 

Knitting Not Working...

No, I don't mean "Knitting, not working." 

I mean Knitting NOT working. As in "not working as planned." It happens, in spite of what I'd like to think. I've confessed to a few knitting bloopers here and there. And I've got another one... The Emergency One Day Hat. It's getting partially frogged. 

Remember, I had the "brilliant" idea of using Fun Fur yarn? Well. I did a few rows. It turns out that all the "fur" was on the INSIDE... 

This shot is the inside. I kept hoping that it would "shake out" but it's not quite working that way. I kept on, but it was getting more and more aggravating. 

I ended up taking a size 1 DPN and pulling the fibers - what I could pull, forward. Not the best idea. I wasn't going to keep doing that 4 times per round. 

So I set it aside in favor of doing a quick little project, which I'll explain below. 

This shot here is what the OUTSIDE looks like, and as you can see, I could shake this thing till doomsday and while the Plymouth Encore has phenomenal stitch definition and will be a nice warm hat? 

The Fun Fur's gotta go. Maybe I'll fiddle with another scarf with this stuff. People like them, even though they're a pain to knit. 

But I have to do something to redeem the hat. I liked the "fun fur" idea, but maybe it's just not appropriate with the weight of this yarn. It's too stiff to knit, and I'm not spending my time pulling fur.

The project I'm working on, along with the mitts, is what our priest is calling "Prayer Squares." I call them "Prayer Patches." Either way, what she's doing is expanding our Prayer Shawl Ministry. I would love to knit more prayer shawls, but you all know I'm not the speediest knitter!

These are little squares. They can be knitted or crocheted. A few inches wide and a few inches high. I'm doing a bunch of different sizes, and they're really going fast. Finally. I will likely stick to straight up knit, though I can do stockinette, if I put a knitted border around it. Just so they lay straight. Yes, I could crochet them, but for some reason, my crochet is curling. Would rather not have that happen. 

Mitts will be worked on this week, too... 

Progress. Bit by bit. 

Random Picture...

Yes, this is a quickie!! I was walking yesterday - taking my tummy out for a test drive, if you will. That IBS stuff is sticking around a bit longer than I'd like, even with a very clean diet. Anyway, I took a different turn, just to see where it goes, and I found another park! I also found that, after eating, a half-hour walk is about all I can tolerate till I need a bathroom. 

Lovely. 

Any rate, I found an apple tree. No idea why this tickled me so much except we're in the end of September, I haven't seen an apple tree in a while in someone's yard, and I thought it was just so "fall."

The apples aren't perfect, which is kind of cool in its own way. They're actually kind of small and gnarled. But it was neat to see the fruit peeping amongst the leaves of the tree, in various sizes, and degree of ripeness. And over-ripeness... 

Fall speaks to me in a lot of ways. In colors, temperature, scents and sometimes sounds. 

How does fall speak to you? 

Projects in Progress...

So, there've been a few things going on around here. At least in the knitting world. And today, I helped paint a bathroom - TARDIS blue, as a matter of fact!

Knitting On...

Kid #2 asked me, "When you have a chance..." to make a hat for a 3-year old girl. One of his friends has a couple of kids, and I guess I'm asked to make a hat for the youngest one. I have a pattern and I need to see what I have in stash. And I need to see if I have the needles. Why is it that it's always "I don't have those needles" even though your pile of needles is quite huge?

We shall see if I have the stuff needed. I'm looking at the "Emergency One Day Hat" from Ravelry (Celia's Basket). Of course, it'll take me more than one day - I'm not a fast knitter even in the best of circumstances. 

The priority at this point is the mitts, as they are for a birthday in November. Then I can squeeze in the hats, but I'm also working on "prayer squares" for church (more on that in a sec...).

I've finished one mitt. I've got the other one to go. It's using the Stone Tulips to match the shawl, and I did end up crocheting them, as I promised. Much faster, but boy-o-boy, crocheting with sock yarn is fiddly. 

I'm still faster in this method, but the small size of the yarn did slow me down a bit more than I thought it would. 

These are kind of blocky. But then, I'm one of those with larger hands and smaller wrists. I like the way the yarn flowed with the pattern; there wasn't a ton of pooling, and it's just enough to keep wrists and hands warm. It won't work on a frigid day, but then again, that's why one wears gloves or mittens. 


As I indicated, that first row or two are quite a challenge, and they curl like crazy. You think they're never going to straighten out, but eventually, you get it. After about row 8, you're doing just fine. There's a right and wrong, at least to my eyes. And what I seem to have trouble with, at this gauge and weight of yarn, is the tension. I'm usually the "tension queen" thanks to Granny's teaching. But this is a pain in the fingers. The first few rows are also a little tight, and I'm making a conscious effort to loosen up as I go. 

The mitts worked out to be 5.25" from the first chain, and that hits me right at the base of the knuckles. That's about right, and the length is below that bony part of your wrist (can't think of the name...maybe the Pisiform bone? That one that sticks out along the outer edge. Anyway, the mitts go below that bone. 

I wish they looked less square, but I think they'll be fine. I need to work on an actual pattern, one of these days. 

The Prayer Squares are a concoction of our priest. She used them in another parish. Instead of a whole prayer shawl, which takes some time to knit, she likes these as little "talismans" of prayer. 

She's going to be installed at our church and she's asked about the Prayer Shawl group doing these. I figured I had enough worsted weight scraps, so I started a few. That's when Kid #2 saw the purple sparkly yarn and asked about the hat. The kid may not get a purple sparkly hat, but if needed I guess I can go buy another hank of that if I don't find something else suitable in the stash. 

Anyway, I think I could do these in other yarn weights; I have bulky left, and somewhere, lots of Lion Brand chunky. 

I can do these squares over lunch, even sneaking in a walk before eating (which I want to do now that the weather is cooperating). 

But we'll see; the committee putting together her installation is meeting soon, so we can figure it all out. 

The Blue Bathroom...

So this was the bathroom in our church office, which is really a house. From the 50's we think, but we're not sure. There's a ton of work to do with the place, but we did do some emergency repairs to the bathroom, since we're working in there. And the priest and I hated the bathroom. 

So now, we like the toilet, a nice water-saving kind with two buttons to flush... for, um, you know - whichever one you need. The white vanity was a replacement of the old one which was brown. The wallpaper is right out of Laura Ashley. The tile, remarkably, is in great shape. But that harvest gold?? Yikes. 

The priest put up a really cute tapestry of a turtle, and we got to chatting about what to do with the wallpaper. 

She said, "Paint it." Of course, normally, you'd tear it off. This house is old enough to have plaster walls. We don't know what's under the wallpaper, whether we'd have to steam/score it and what it would look like after the scoring device got done. 

Do you repair the damage to the wall and then paint it? Well, we decided to just paint it, using the leftover paint we used in the reception area.

I suppose you could call it "sapphire" blue. I prefer TARDIS blue, of course. Or "Cubbie Blue." Which it has been called, sometimes with a sneer, by those other baseball fans. 

She did most of the work (that's her, right there in the picture); I managed to drip paint on the floor, and I ended up reaching the high parts, since neither of us thought to get a real ladder. Hubby will paint the ceiling for us. That leaves the kitchen/dinette area and the hallway. The hallway will be white, since it's short and kind of dark. The kitchen/dinette will use up the rest of the blues from the reception area, with light blue, kind of a porcelain blue (you can see it sort of in the Random Picture below). And maybe using the TARDIS blue again as an accent wall. 

It's fun to paint the place; we're transforming it from an area where our church "stored stuff" to something that's warm and cozy and welcoming to people. 

New Diffuser...

I actually think I have more diffusers than I need. I just opened up my Lantern diffuser. It replaces my Dessert Mist, which will be coming home from the office soon, since they have their own kit now. And I have the Rainstone, which I've been coveting for a while. I probably should have stopped with the diffusers, since we have a small house! I might bring another one to the church office; in the kitchen, maybe. We'll see.

Anyway: Lantern in the front room. Dewdrop in the kitchen. Rainstone in one bedroom. Dessert Mist will be in the office,once I get the table cleared off; I'd like to put it by the bookshelves, but I have to go where the outlets are. Home diffuser in the larger bathroom. And a couple of spares for demonstrations. 

I like this one; it's metal and glass, so it's pretty hefty. It's got a couple different settings, and on the "low" setting, it runs for about 8 hours. The lights can be white, candle flicker, and rotating through a bunch of colors. You can also pick just one. I like to rotate them. 

Interestingly enough, I usually use distilled water, but the Rainstone says to use tap or mineral water. That might be a good test of our water! Anyway, I'll let you know how I like the Rainstone in a later post. 

We've been lucky enough to sleep with the windows open, so I see no sense in diffusing to the back yard! I'll enjoy sleeping in the cooler weather, as long as the skunks stay away! Nothing like being awakened in the wee hours having to race around closing windows before the entire house reeks. I love my essential oils, but a layer of skunk usually wrecks any attempt to sleep or breathe. 

Random Picture...

This was a stencil that Kid #2 made for me. I love the saying. Especially in these times. That blue paint is the one that we may use in the kitchen. 

Anyway, this is hanging in the church office. I look at it a lot to remind myself, especially now, when it looks like we're headed into an abyss from which our country may never recover. 

We need to vote. We need to register as many people as we can. And we need to make sure people can get to the polls. 

When we say, "vote as if your life depends on it," unfortunately, now-a-days? We mean it. 

What with the allegations against the SCOTUS nominee looking more and more dreadful, and with Congress willingly enabling the village idiot, one has to wonder what's going to happen to us. 

Really, I've been reading so many heart-wrenching posts on Facebook from friends I know - I mean KNOW, in real life. People are having to relive things they shouldn't have to. People are mentally wounded because of all of this bubbling up. 

The only power we really have (so far) is at the polls. It's all we have to cling to now. Let's make it work in November. 

Best. Purchase. Ever.

I just used something that paid for itself. Twice. And I never thought I'd have to use it.

Hubby bought me a battery charger - I mean a device which can re-charge your car's batteries. It's in lieu of jumper cables (which scare me to death anyway). I thought, "That's nice." Tossed it in my console and went on about my life. 

Till this morning, when I was running errands ahead of my haircut. My battery died. Deader than Marley's Ghost. I pushed the ignition button and .... Nothing. Click, click, click, and the entire dash went nuts. A kind county sheriff stopped next to me, I got out and said, "It is what I think it is, isn't it?" Yep. And then the guy who parked in front of me asked, "Did you leave your lights on?" I mean, it's 11 a.m...and my car is newer - the lights automatically go off. Ah well...I said no. He told the sheriff he didn't think he had cables, I went into my console and said, "You don't need them. I have this."

"Does it have a charge on it?" I swear, he was trying to be nice, but really?? I said it did. He hooked it up. Voila - car started. I drove it home dutifully because the charger pack has one jolt in it and that's all - I didn't want to risk stalling out. Cancelled the hair appointment, recharged the jolter-thingie, and then charged my battery once more so I could head out to get a new battery for the vehicle. 

Yes, I'm perfectly capable of charging the battery, but you know what? It was nice that they stopped to help. The sheriff, actually, said, "Man, I wish everyone carried these in their cars!"

Best hundred bucks spent. As a matter of fact, don't tell my kids, but that's what they're getting for Christmas. 

Garden Bounty...

The garden continues to produce, and I think we have a few more months of goodies. Today, I was outside and figured I'd better thin out the carrots. Really, that should've been done 2 months ago, but better late than never. I started grabbing the smaller carrot-tops, but a few of the bigger ones came with. No problem. 

I brought them in, sorted and trimmed, and then washed what we were keeping. In reality, I tossed about 18 of the "micro" carrots - too small to even wash. The bunnies in the front yard will be happy. 

Hubby and I snacked on a few of them. Boy-o-boy -- you really need to taste a "real" carrot. So earthy, crunchy, and sweet, along with being rich and "carroty" - totally unlike the supermarket ones. 

I love the taste of these raw. I love them roasted. I enjoy putting them in juices and smoothies because they add a strong kick of flavor. 

They freeze up nicely; we usually cut the spares into medallions and use the freezer bag system where you vacuum seal everything. Keeps the colors crisp and keeps the flavor as intense as if you'd just picked them. 

This variety is "Shorty." They're meant for raised beds, because they don't get very tall. I've done "short" versions of carrots for a couple years now. My favorite is a combo of apple + carrot juice. Very refreshing, with a hint of lemon in it. 

I Hate Ribbing...

Why, oh why did I think these mitts were going to just "zip along" because they're called "simple"? They're not. They're taking an eternity. And I'm not jazzed with them. 

Endless rounds of K2, P2 ribbing. Thirty-six rows. Then 10 rows knitted flat (on DPNs - that ought to be cute). Then at least 10 more rows knitted round, in endless, boring, mind-numbing K2, P2 ribbing. 

I don't much like it on socks, except I know I only have 12 rows there. Fifteen, if I'm feeling ambitious. But these are just not making me happy. 

I have easily 380-ish yards of yarn. 

I wonder if I should frog them and crochet instead, using the Urchin Stitch. It's a beautiful stitch that I've used many times. In fact, my brown wool mitts are in that stitch. It's a simple one, the whole thing is done flat, and the best thing: I crochet much faster than I knit. 

I don't think the yarn colors will be lost in the intricacies of the stitch. It's gotta go faster than what I'm doing now. Cursing the yarn isn't making for a fun project. Perhaps this "simple" pattern is better for a heavier yarn - in sock yarn, this is pretty dismal, for me at least. 

Can you tell where this is going? 

I'm frogging - or shall I say that I've already frogged. Yes, just now. 

There's quite the pile of kinked-up yarn at my feet; but I think it's easier to just do these with the Urchin stitch, get it moving and have them in time for the birthday girl. 

I don't normally crochet a lot. I love it but I'm not good enough to do anything much more than straight squares. I find that it uses a ton of yarn, and I prefer knitting overall for garments. Crochet is outstanding for those things that are geometric, in my opinion: scarves, potholders, washcloths, baby blankets. But not much else. 

I know - the "hookers" out there are passionate about their art. And they have a right to be. I'm happy for them. I'm just not in their exalted ranks. So I think I'm chaining 50, then I'll start the pattern. I want to allow for a little negative ease, so I may end up taking that down to 48...It has to be an even number, so I've got to be careful and think about the wrist size of the person who'll be getting these, and also the fact that they have to go around the palm of the hand, too. It's always fun winging it... 

The trouble is this: the first row is usually a challenge. A size C crochet hook is tiny. And I have to be careful to not over-work my left hand. It's easy to do with crochet, but also with that small hook + yarn. 

Once I'm over this "tricksy bit" it'll go a little faster, too. What I also like about Urchin Stitch is that at the end, there'll be a lovely wavy top to the mitts. Just enough of "fancy" without having to work at it too hard. 

My Favorite Snack...

I'm on the "eating air" diet (a/k/a Whole30) again, and I'm limited in my snacks. My schedule has been crazy, so I've had to get creative with when and what I eat. I've resurrected a childhood favorite. It might not be "exactly" Whole30, but it's close enough. As far as I'm concerned, it's not chocolate and it's not overly-sweet, so I'm good. 

It's "Ants on a Log." Or, peanut butter on celery sprinkled with raisins. I like golden raisins; they're not as hard and dry. 

Not glam. Not fussy. But filling and chewy and texturally appealing when you've been eating a lot of salad. I'm using low-sugar peanut butter. But I also have some almond butter and I have some raw cashew butter. Whatever I feel like, I guess. The raisins (ants!) stick better to peanut butter. 

I used to eat this a lot when I was a kid. My other favorite is cream cheese on celery, but I'm off dairy for a bit more. I'm hoping that the tummy troubles cease. 

As usual, the weight? Not coming off. Today, I probably should have gotten on the elliptical, but I was moving around by cleaning, running errands and the like. 

My Favorite Pen...

I'm working on working on the Essential Oils biz... I'm organizing prospects, contacts, etc. And I like to go Old School when I can. I remember more when I write things down. I can type like the wind. Do something for 30+ years, and you get good at it, right? 

But if I really want to remember, I'll jot a note. And I like good pens. Particularly fountain pens. I used to be able to use them more often, but they'd been put away for a while. Today, I took the purple one out and cleaned it, filled it with a new cartridge and started a lovely list of my "peeps" so that I had all their info at my fingertips, even if I'm nowhere near a computer. 

Anyway, this is my Precious. It's not a grand Mont Blanc or anything (though I can dream, can't I?). It's a Levenger pen. I just like the heft and feeling of it. I have a blue one that's a ballpoint and you can believe that I keep a close hand on that one. 

Pen thieves abound, especially with the extremely nice ones! 

Random Picture...

So I've been doing the Swedish Death Cleaning. Sort of, at least. I mean, I'm clearing out what I haven't used in a long while; I'm de-stashing and donating yarn that I haven't a hope of using, and getting stuff ready for the upcoming Fall Rummage Sale at church. Today, I cleared out the top rack of my closet. Some stuff, I'm keeping, but at least I'm curating it a bit better. I'm telling you: my kids have already stated that, aside from the books and guitars (and maybe our camera equipment), they're putting a dumpster at the back and when we're dead, they're emptying the house... They don't want my china. They don't want the stuff from my grandparents. Aside from a very few things? They're of the generation of Non-Acquirers. 

I found a set of corny shot glasses - from my Granny. But I know my friend Shaun would love them, since he bought a partial set at an antique store. Off they go to him. I found a bunch of things I'd stuck up there for gifts. Off they go to the Rummage Sale, but I did find a few things for my oldest friend - they're now where I know to look for them this holiday!

I found a set of wind chimes. They'll be tried out at the church office. If they drive us nuts, I'll bring them home... I found a frame emblazoned: "The Boys" -- and I have a perfect picture of the 2 kids that I want to put in there! 

There's a "Creepy Jesus Crucifix" that my mother made (on my Granny's request). My mom did some lovely ceramics when I was a kid. Creepy Jesus Crucifix isn't one of them, though and when I asked Mom what to do with it, she said, "Doesn't your church hold a rummage sale???" Off Creepy Jesus goes - into the box. 

Anyway, as I rummaged, I found this little box. A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I was a secretary in the International Business unit of a Big Corporation that no longer exists. My boss, a really nice guy, traveled a lot, as you can imagine. And one time, he brought this back for me. 

I honestly don't remember what country it's from, but I'm thinking Middle Eastern. It's not scented or anything (like a cedarwood box or the like), but it's got a lovely inlaid patter on it, and while you can't really tell, the top slides open. I think I'll take it to the office and put it on my desk. Keep the spare Vicarage key in there or something. 

Are you de-cluttering? Are you clearing space in your physical life so you have it in your emotional life? There's something eminently satisfying about having space. I'd forgotten how good it feels to do that. 

Start-itis Strikes Again...

So this thing leaped onto my needles... You remember that I had that panic with the Expressions Fiber Arts yarn and had to search high and low for more Stone Tulips just for a bind off? 

Well, I've got oodles left. So after trolling Ravelry for a long time, I found a relatively simple wrist warmer pattern. I did struggle with the choices for a while. 

Pulse warmer?

Lace glove?

Wrist/arm length?

Fingers? 

Thumb hole or not?

So I looked at the yarn, and since it's relatively busy, I nixed the idea of lace. 

The person who's getting these barely wears coats, and I'm taking a gamble on even making the wristlets. So, no fingers; length just past the wrist - like a pulse warmer. And not too busy with the pattern so that you don't see it "move" when you look at it. 

Much like the avocado + lime green shag carpet in my bedroom as a kid...but I digress...

Simple K2, P2 rib, but of course I can't leave well enough alone. I really dislike starting a K2, P2 rib right off the bat. So I added 3 rows of knit to the beginning. A teeny-tiny curl adds a little interest. 

I may add that same curl to the end; I'll have to see how I feel. It might be uncomfortable, so I don't want to do that. This should use most of the yarn, which is cool. 

The rest goes into the "Oddments" bag for eventual Franken-socks. 

I should be able to whip these out for the birthday; I also didn't want to get into something so complex that I was "knitting under pressure." 

Knitting is fun, meditative and creative. So that's how I want to keep it if I can. 

A Little More Celery...

So I made some tuna salad for lunch the other day. For me, I like celery, hot mustard and dill relish. Used my homemade mayo and Penzey's spices. 

I pulled a couple ribs of celery, thinking they looked pretty slim. Till I started chopping. Wow - lots of celery. 

How bad could that be? Love the crunch it gives to salads and one of my favorite snacks is "ants on a log" - celery, peanut butter and raisins. 

Here's a little nutrition lesson for those who may have a throw-back idea that celery is "rabbit food" that women eat when they want to lose weight...

Celery has fiber, even though it's mostly water. Rich in Vitamin K, it also has folate, Vitamin A and Vitamin C, as well as potassium. It supports digestion, has possible anti-inflammatory properties, and it has a low glycemic index, meaning it has a nice, slow, steady effect on your blood sugar. 

All in all, not bad for rabbit food, right? I have to say, I love it raw. Not keen on it cooked, but if I dice it up enough, it's a nice peppery flavor to add to soups and stews. 

Flowers...but what kind...

These grow by my studio every year. They're lovely. And I don't know what they are. My landlord mentioned it once. Do you think I could remember?

Ha. 

I've reached out to "flower friends" to see if they could help me identify them. Heck, it took me 3 seasons to remember that "those tall pink flowers" in my garden are phlox...

I know that this thing makes seed pods and I'm told that I can take however many I want. I'm not sure how to plant them, but I'll let my students know so they can give them a shot. 

A few folks from my women's groups are also interested. They don't have a clue what it is, but they want the seeds. 

My landlord keeps our property beautifully, manicured to within an inch of its life, and he's always interested in new plants to make the place pretty. 

Contrast that with the landlord of my chiropractor... lots of -- nothing -- and a boring storefront. I know they kind of can't help it because of the configuration of the storefronts, but jeeze - tuck some flowers into the parking berms. It wouldn't kill them. 

Consume wisely...

"Consuming" is not only eating and drinking. It's what you look at on the internet, watch on TV, read, listen to... And clearly, you can see by this screen shot (ok, I took a picture of my computer screen - I'm very old-school), headlines of the different news -- or "news" in one case -- channels, telling the same story, are vastly different. 

Fox "News" (because, seriously - it's not...) claims "Failed Obama attacks successful Trump in bitter swan song" while the Washington Post says "An unexpected opportunity for Barack Obama." 

They're talking about the exact same speech. 

The. Exact. Same. Speech. 

And you wonder why we can't have a sensible conversation? Look at the headlines. Look at the words. Look at the snark. 

We need to be careful consumers. We need to discern what we're looking at and use our brains. We need to set aside our emotion and look at this stuff objectively, in spite of the partisanship of our news outlets. 

Take the time to actually think while you're consuming. I guarantee you'll be a lot happier in the long run. 

Random Picture...

Yesterday was, of course, the anniversary of the 9/11 attacks. I resisted posting for a long time. 

I'm not maudlin. I know it happened. It changed everything in this country, but sometimes looking back too much keeps you from looking forward. 

But then I remembered this... 

I think I did this piece in the year after the attacks.  It was exhibited in the National Counted Cross Stitch Show that year under the "Patriotic Designs" category. It didn't win, even though this was my original design. Some design (not original, thanks, but a popular chart) that showed an eagle with the flag won. I was kind of bummed because I thought about this design a lot. 

As I recall, I was reading about so many of the people involved and the story about Fr. Mychal Judge caught my eye. 

This was the prayer he prayed every day. He was a firehouse chaplain. He ran toward the blasts. He died helping people. 

He wanted to make sure that God got him where he needed to be. He was. He did. 

I was looking for artwork to hang at the church, and I thought this would be perfect. Hopefully, it provides inspiration where needed. I think that, even though Fr. Mychal was a Catholic and this is in an Episcopal church, he'd be ok with that.