Wednesday, February 3, 2016

My Two Groovy Buttons

Because this is an experimental sweater, why not try some new things? How about some buttons that are sure to match, because THEY ARE MADE OF THE SAME YARN!?! After all, the yarn in this sweater, and the way it is working up, are very distinctive...

Shouldn't the buttons also be distinctive? And entirely matchy-matchy? Well, of course they should! Enter the Dorset Button. If you have never heard of a Dorset Button, check out this tutorial for all the how-tos, in a very simple format. If you like, google the You Tube videos, the history, and whatever else tickles your fancy, too...there is a LOT of information out there! As for me, I just wanted to try a couple of buttons. So I got some 3/4" rings (I wanted 1" rings, and I may still get some...still deciding),

and I made 2 buttons in that size.

Pretty cool, huh? Yeah they are! I've only made 2 because, as I said above (in parentheses), I think I want bigger buttons. I'll have to stop by a better craft store on the way home...I'd love to finish this sweater and wear it to knitting on Thursday! Then I could show you some photos...super yay!

In the meantime, it's just another Wacky Wednesday around here, so Hi-ho! Hi-ho! It's off to work I go! (Well technically, I've been at work for an hour now...which means that, technically, I should be there I go!)

Thanks for stopping by, and Knit (and make buttons) in Good Health! 

Saturday, January 30, 2016


When I was a younger gal, I thought I'd write a book.
I figured, "I know how to write!, so why not take a look
at what things I could write, funny, smart or sporty?
I'm sure that I can finish by the time that I am 40!"

Well, 40 came and went, and I did not have a book to publish. I do, however, have a few short narratives on life, to be specific...and I've heard it said, "Smoke 'em, if you got 'em!" Couple this with the fact that there aren't many new details on the knitting front, and the fact that I recently shared a small portion of this story with a friend who laughed until she peed (we were in the ladies room!), it seems only natural to share part of my book with you today! 

Here is chapter 4, finished in the spring of 2002, and also known as

Bunny Slippers and Granny Curlers—
There was a time that I thought I had it all together.  I was 13.  My parents were idiots.  Boy!  Did that come back to bite me in the butt!  You see, I am now the proud parent of a 13-year-old. 

I have always maintained that having children does cause a slight loss of sanity. . .as a matter of fact, I believe that memory loss can be directly linked to the number of children a woman has.  After all, before I had children, I could go to the grocery store without a list, and I could remember to pay the bills before the past due announcement arrived.  Now it’s all I can do to remember that ketchup does not count as a vegetable, and bunny slippers are not adequate outdoor shoes during an Ohio winter. 

I used to think it was no big deal.  I’d wear the slippers out to get the mail or to sweep the snow from the front stoop.  These are quick activities, and I knew that once I got inside I could slip off the wet, fuzzy slippers and put my feet near the heater.  However, I soon found myself wearing the flimsy foot coverings on longer excursions.

I finally realized that I had crossed the line when my son, then 12, looked at me in the car on the way to school and said, “Um. . .are you planning to go inside when you drop me off today, Mom?”  Well, in my defense, I was not.  But as I considered his question, I realized why he asked.  From the hot rollers in my hair to the moth-eaten (but still warm) house sweater, to the flannel jammie pants and, of course, slippers on my feet, I was not dressed to be out of the house.

“No, I’m just going to drop you off.  Did you want me to come in?”
“No,” he answered.  “Umm. . .could you let me out here?  I can just walk the last block.”

“How did this happen to me?,” I thought as I looked at myself in the mirror after I got home.  I used to have so much fashion sense that other people would ask my opinion about coordinating their wardrobe.  I used to set trends!  But, somewhere between the wedding ring and my children’s pre-teen years, I seem to have lost my mind!  In case you are thinking, “Oh, that’s nothing!  All moms go through the slippers and curlers in public stage,” consider the following day:

9:00am-I arrive at work, ready for the day. . .as soon as I stop in the ladies’ room; 9:05-the phone rings and the trip down the hall is postponed; 9:15-three messages taken, I’d better check the voice mail; 9:45-I realize I still haven’t been to the bathroom, I’ll go on my way down the hall to give the boss his letter; 10:15-three more phone calls have come in with immediate requests, the letter is still on my desk and I’m thirsty; 10:16-get a glass of water and drop off the letter, the phone rings; 10:17-run back to the office to get the phone because I am expecting an important return call; 10:18-tactfully release myself from the grip of a telemarketer; 10:20-notice that I haven’t filed the petty cash receipts; 10:30-did I drink all that water already?  I’ll get more in a minute; 11:00-Wow!  I still haven’t been to the ladies’ room, and I don’t know how much longer I can make it; 11:01-UPS guy is at the door, receive packages and deliver to the waiting parties in the building; 11:15-girlfried calls to see if I’d like to go to lunch; 11:30-she’ll be here any minute, I’d better hit that restroom.

Let me just pause for a moment here to say that, during a busy day, I have a lot of sympathy for the potty-training two-year-old who forgets to tell someone she has to go until it is too late!  After two-and-a-half hours, I had still not been to the restroom, and I had added 16 ounces of cool water to the mix.  I knew I had better go soon, or I’d end up embarrassing myself!  So, I clocked out and headed down the hall.

Until I locked the stall door behind me, I did not realize how badly I truly had to go.  I grabbed my skirt to hike it up, but it wouldn’t budge.  I started to panic.  “What’s going on here?!,” I thought, “I have to go bad!  I’m not going to make it. . .”  As I continued to tug at the skirt, I got more and more flustered, and closer and closer to overflowing.  “This skirt is so loose!  Why won’t it come up?!,” I nearly shouted out loud.  In desperation, I looked down to see where I could tear the garment so that it would be easily repairable once I returned to my office.  I WAS WEARING PANTS!!! 

Disaster averted, I reversed tactics, yanked those loose-fitting trousers down and was able to go to lunch dry.  Didn’t even need the emergency sewing kit.  Whew!  That was close!

Well, for those of you who need an explanation, this is the best that I’ve got: With each child born, I propose that a certain amount of brain cells are lost.  These are probably the cells that contain information about fashion sense, common sense, and the memory of the pain of childbirth.  I theorize that these cells are actually dislocated during pregnancy to the placenta, and then lost in the afterbirth immediately following delivery of a baby, but that has yet to be proven.  The more babies you have, the more brain cells you lose.  Skeptical?  How many moms do you know, with more than one child, that still have all their mental faculties in tact beyond the age of thirty-five? 

OK, perhaps it’s not the afterbirth, as I have also known adoptive moms to have this kind of mental difficulty.  Perhaps it is more environmental.  Maybe the gradual loss of sanity and memory are due to overexposure to “O”-shaped spaghetti and sugar-laden cereal.  Mind you, I have not done any official research yet, but when I do, I’ll let you know what I find out.

For now, though, we’ll just have to be content to acknowledge the problem.  Isn’t that half the battle anyway?  Then, we can give it to God each morning with a simple prayer:

“Lord, I love you.  I know that I am fearfully and wonderfully made, according to Your design.  I don’t understand why You designed me the way You did, but I am thankful for each moment of each day that You have given to me.  Because I am sooo human, I pray that You will follow after me today.  Pick up the pieces when I am broken, give me the wisdom to look to You when I forget what I am doing and where I am going, and give me the strength to continue when I am discouraged.  Be my constant companion, and help me to glorify You in all I do, even when I leave the house in granny curlers and bunny slippers.  In Jesus’ name I pray.  Amen.”
So there you have it. A little look into the crazy that once made me want to write a book...a long time ago. I'd like to say that I am better about waiting until I am dressed to leave the house and "answering the call of nature" in a timely fashion these days. I'd like to say that, but the truth is that I still goof up on both of these fronts, often distracted by the compulsion to knit "just one more row." It's really only a matter of time until I truly DO embarrass myself (or someone else)...please pray for me.

Thanks for stopping by, and Knit in Good Health!

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Experimental Update

The Experimental Sweater is coming right along, so I thought I'd pop in to let you know how it's going. First of all, I love the way the variegated yarn is creating vertical, wavy lines of light and dark. 

Second, I love the fabric...a little lace, a little texture...yum!...and the drape is fantastic! Third, 6 rows into skein #4, the length is just about 16", which is further than I thought I'd be at this point...which means that I may be able to have a wider border, and/or a small sleeve...the possibilities are so exciting!

Lastly...if I am already at 16", the body of this sweater is way past halfway done. This may be the most exciting part of all! (Squeee!) In fact, it's probably too exciting for the average weekday morning, so I will stop writing here, and get on with this Wondrous Wednesday! 

Thanks for stopping by! I hope that your Wednesday is Wonderful, and that all of your experimental knitting ends in success!

Knit in Good Health!

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Islands of Color

"Someone asked me, if I were stranded on a desert island what book would I bring... 'How to Build a Boat'...," said Steven Wright, and this got me thinking... What book would Pretty bring? Probably something with knitting patterns and humor. Maybe "How to Make Knitting Needles With Just About Anything," or, "The Art of Spinning, With or Without the Proper Tools." After all, if I were on a desert island, I would need some knitting to pass the time...and maybe a cat.

Speaking of islands, I am currently spending a good chunk of my knitting time on Christmas Island. It's the color of my newest sock yarn (from Simply Socks Yarn Company), and it is so very bright and fun! I have added in a simple feather and fan style pattern, and these socks are sure to be a highlight of my wardrobe in the next Christmas season! 

They are so fun, that I am actually considering giving them a wear before next December...we will see. When I start into the knitting, I can barely stop. I knitted 20 rows just this morning, and I would still be going if there weren't laundry and dishes to do! 

Alas, I am not stranded on an island, and there is work to be done...but I look forward to revisiting these socks, or maybe the experimental sweater, or perhaps I will cast on something new! I have some 716 Yarn that I am just itching to knit up, but I have not picked a pattern yet. What will it be, what will it be???

Whatever it is, I am sure you will hear about it here! Be sure to stop back every week for more fun knitting, frequent family updates and the occasional opinion post. I look forward to your comments!

Thanks for stopping by, and Knit in Good Health!