Showing posts from December, 2007

Stained Memories

A worn book with stained and tattered pages rests on the shelf, and despite its neglected state, it contains invaluable memories of my childhood. My mother's scrawled handwriting on the back pages and cover make the book priceless. Mom rarely tried new recipes, but she was a collector. She would clip recipes out of magazines and newspapers and tuck them into every cookbook and in the recipe box. She would write recipes she heard on the radio on the backs of envelopes and receipts. Recipe cards were stuffed in the box of foods tasted she had sampled at a neighbor's house. Her favorite recipes were used often and are linked to memories of special occasions. I am much like my mother. I have numerous cookbooks and rarely use them. I also clip recipes and file them away for the perfect occasion.

On My Toes

Since I began knitting socks, I have wanted some sock blockers. I thought it would be helpful to gauge the length of the foot, especially those socks knitted for gifts. I saw these blockers on Loopy Ewe and knew they were exactly what I wanted. They were a Christmas gift to myself. Now, I can also take clear photos of the socks I make and have made. For this sock I used the Gull Wings pattern and Lornas Laces Shepherd Sport yarn -- Cedar This easy rib-cuff sock also is from Lorna's Laces Shepherd Sport yarn -- Vera Another easy rib-cuff sock using Austermann Step, self-striping yarn. The yarn has Aloe Vera in it, so it is so nice to knit and to wear. All of the socks have been worn and laundered several times, and I am pleased with the ease of their care.

Snow Angel

Isn't this amazing! I spotted it in the backyard when I was doing dishes, and I don't have a clue how it got there. Any ideas what created this impression in the snow? The area around it is void of any tracks, and it would be extremely difficult to make something like this without disturbing the surrounding area. This phenomenon was visible until the wind drifted the snow in my backyard.

Will You Accept?

During the holiday season it is common to give gifts to family and friends. In that spirit, I offer this challenge to my readers. I saw this challenge on Rites of Passage , and I responded to Debbie's offer. By accepting her invitation, I promised to provide the same opportunity to receive a handmade gift to my blog readers. I hope that you will be moved to leave a comment and join the fun. It’s the Pay It Forward Exchange. It’s based on the concept of the movie “Pay it Forward” where acts or deeds of kindness are done without expecting something in return, just passing it on, with hope that the recipients of the acts of kindness are passed on. So, here’s how it works. I will make and send a handmade gift to the first 3 people who leave a comment to this post on my blog requesting to join this Pay It Forward exchange. I do not know what that gift will be yet, and it won’t be sent this month, but it will be sent (within 3 months) and that’s a promise! What you have to do in return,

Record Christmas Season

My Christmas spirit has been fading, so this morning I recruited some old friends to help pull me out of my “Humbug” state. It has been ages since many of these LP’s have been played. Okay, I realize that some people reading this may not know about LP’s, so let me explain. In ancient times, the 1950’s through the 1980’s, Mp3 players did not exist. CD’s did not exist. Gasp! Without these modern devices, music was played and enjoyed on something called a phonograph or a Hi-Fi. Even in those days, music was recorded on many formats: 78 rpm, 45 rpm, and 33 rpm. The 33 disks were called LP’s or long-playing records. The 45 was almost exclusively limited to new, single releases and many were sent to radio stations to allow artists to get their work “on the air.” The 78 is an older format and was nearly phased out by the time that I bought albums although I do have some from my mother’s collection. At a craft show in Kansas this fall, I was aghast that people were painting on old LP alb

Tuesday's Commitment

Tuesday night is dedicated to my knitting group. We meet faithfully at the local library in one of the multi-purpose rooms and bring our latest projects (completed and on the needles), knitting questions, newly purchased yarn, and sometimes even treats, and for two wonderful hours we are immersed in a calm atmosphere that only knitters can appreciate. The actual size of the group varies from week to week. Sometimes as many of 15 attend, other times merely a handful. LeAnn worked several weeks on the components of this felted wreath. I joined this group about a year ago, and thanks to them, I have challenged myself to try more difficult projects. I have grown as a knitter thanks to these ladies.

Sweaters for Baby Pack Project

I finished two more sweaters for the Baby Pack Project, bringing the total of finished sweaters up to six. I hope to get some socks made to match these sweaters. Since they are going to South Africa, I doubt that I will make hats to match.

Words to Live By

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain. by Emily Dickinson

Making the Rounds

Sitting in my favorite chair with a cup of steaming tea on the side table, I complete my morning routine of checking e-mail, message boards, and blogs. It has become habit, almost an obsession. The morning newspaper is on the floor, unopened and unread, waiting for its appointed time. Reflecting on my daily ritual, I recognize that the cyber world is a higher priority than my "real world." I remember watching the movie, "The Net" when it was released in 1995. The main character's (Sandra Bullock) life revolved around her computer and her job. Technology nearly erased her life. The message of this movie is sobering. Even though my existence is not threatened like Sandra Bullock's character, I have to wonder if I have I allowed technology to erase my reality?

Knitting Angel

This Knitting Angel found a soft spot in my heart and a special place on my Christmas tree. The hostess of the Knitting group, Christmas dinner crafted these cute ornaments for everyone. They would be simple to make and include: a purchased doll about 3 inches high, feather wings, toothpick needles with bead ends, and some gold cord for the hanger. They are absolutely adorable.

Learning Curve

This is my first attempt at knitting a garment, and I am pleased with the work in progress. The pattern I am using is Baby Raglan Sweater I know I made mistakes, but my learning curve is steep. The maize yarn is a Red Heart acrylic sport weight that was given to me this summer. An elderly lady gave me four or five bulging garbage bags of yarn this summer, and most of it is sport and fingering weight. I am gradually knitting baby items for charities with the stash. I will make another sweater now that I am rounding the bend on my Learning Curve. Update: The sweater is finished as is one from a different pattern. I think I am addicted.


I've felt the subtle and sometimes not so subtle tremors since mid-October when I left home. They started so slowly that they didn't even register on my warning system - the scale. Have a little piece of cake, take some licorice (it's fat free, but unfortunately not calorie free. Then I progressed to splurging on entire meals. "What do you say we go to Panda Express for some fast Chinese food?" Duh, as if that was a hard decision to make. "Want a pizza tonight?" A lovely bread crust with gobs of melted cheese? Let me think on that as I lick my fingers. Slowly my clothes became tighter, but I still didn't stop my destructive behavior. I gave in to all of those tempting treats for a month, and boy did the scale show the effect. I gained pounds and even some inches. Did I stop this behavior when I got home? Shamefully, I must say, "No." I am taking steps to get myself back on track, but it is so difficult. I am exercising every day in t