tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213644192024-03-19T02:48:11.351-07:00The Viking PrincessJanicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267574121493345720noreply@blogger.comBlogger357125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21364419.post-50278568568772407822012-04-22T14:14:00.002-07:002012-04-22T19:17:54.440-07:00Woven Shibori<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I can't believe how little a mention I made in my last post about the table runner I wove last semester. It really looked like fabric! And came out as I planned and envisioned it. Winding the warp, threading the heddles, and sleying the reed takes a long time, especially for a beginner. It was really enjoyable to finally watch the fabric emerge and grow as I wove. It was a simple twill pattern, so the treadling was rhythmic.<br />
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The first project we did in Weaving 2 at City College this Spring was a woven shibori scarf. Shibori is a Japanese word that describes a way to manipulate fabric so that is is dyed with a pattern. Tie-dye is one example. For this project fabric is woven, gathered, painted, and then over-dyed.<br />
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First I dressed the loom with a white Tencel warp. The weft is white Tencel woven plain weave, plus nylon in a twill pattern. I varied the number of plain weave rows between the nylon so that the pattern got longer, and then shorter. That pattern determined the final painted design. The weaving was as rhythmic or enjoyable. The fishing line was kind of unwieldy and I had to count the number of nylon repeats as well as an expanding and contracting number of plain weave repeats.<br />
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Next the nylon threads were gathered and knotted on each side. The idea is that the fabric showing would be dyed, while the fabric on the inside would stay white. It became about a fourth of the original width. I painted one side a bright green, and the other purple. I wrapped it up in plastic wrap, let it sit overnight and then washed it out. <br />
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We spent the first month of class dyeing cotton in color wheels, and then over-dyeing and doing gradations. But my faith in my plan was a bit shaken at this point.<br />
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That's a whole lot of lime green!<br />
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Next I immersion dyed the whole piece in a medium yellow. It started getting too dark, so I shortened the process. It all looked like mud, and my color patterns appeared not to keep a trace of their purple and green-ness. But after it dried it was a perfect golden color and the purple and green somewhat as I imagined them. <br />
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I made fringe and went for a photo shoot. A very successful project, my classmates had a lot of nice things to say. I just finished a fulled shibori project last week. That will be my next post.<br />
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Edited to add a photo of it on me:<br />
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<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">RSS</div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267574121493345720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21364419.post-48886249846404138812012-03-08T21:49:00.000-08:002012-04-22T13:09:52.146-07:00HowdyThis guy lost his first tooth and that reminded me I have a blog.<br />
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Things have been super busy since I started taking art & weaving classes last fall. Mostly I'm trying to balance getting stuff done with spending these last preschool months with Kenneth. Field trips, work days at school, doing things after school. Next year the school days will be long and we won't be able to take days off for road trips.<br />
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I guess I will take a little trip back in time. You can click on the fascinating photos for a bigger view.<br />
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My birthday passed uneventfully, I didn't go to Stitches this year because classes conflicted with school. I did attend a kid's pirate party and took the opportunity to make pirate hats. They let me do the final smash of the pinata since it was my actual birthday.<br />
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Valentine's Day was crazy around here. Flowers, cake, heart-shaped cupcake cake, candy.<br />
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Around New Year's Kenneth and I went up to Oregon with the folks. Stopped at safari park.<br />
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Spent that night, New Year's Eve, in a funky motel with sister A, asleep by 11:00. Kenneth and I took the train home, we rushed to Twisted on the way to the station. K. had to have rainbow Zauberball so I knit him a sock monkey. He made all the color decisions.<br />
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I joined 12 pounds of spinning in 2012. Got 16 oz done in January and none in February. I had brought some local alpaca back from Oregon and the husband asked what it was going to become, perhaps a warm hat? So I spun it and knit him a hat for his birthday. He will not wear it because it is "too nice".<br />
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Here is the table runner I wove for my Fall final project. Scandinavian inspired.<br />
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I also did a lot of pieces for Color Theory, mostly in acrylics. Here's my final project, quilted.<br />
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Christmas was pleasant, but busy. I ended up sending New Year's cards.<br />
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Mid-December the guys went out of town for 48 hours. It was heavenly. I went to church. I ate hors d'oeuvres for dinner two nights in a row.<br />
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I did great at our annual stash exchange and gave up much more than I brought home.<br />
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We had a bit of a redneck Thanksgiving in Lakeport. A bunch of in-laws came, it was fun. I wish I could show the video of Kenneth riding his bike in his underwear on the deck. Instead here is a sunrise.<br />
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At Harvest time I knit a bunch of candy corn hats.<br />
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We made an R2D2 costume for Halloween. Kenneth had the great idea of taking the talking part of his R2D2 Trouble game, attaching it to his costume, and using it as his "voice". I knit and felted an awesome witch's hat. I was trying for friendly witch but a little girl out trick-or-treating was scared of me and had to cross the street.<br />
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Kenneth was obsessed with pom-pom yarn so I finally let him get some. He designed hats for his baby doll and himself.<br />
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In September we went to the California Wool & Fiber show. I bought a California Variegated Mutant fleece. For your pleasure here is an attempt at using the timer to get a family photo.<br />
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If you have read this far you really love me, and are probably the kind of person who would visit a:<br />
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There is so much more going on. Knitting, weaving, amazing kid feats.<div class="blogger-post-footer">RSS</div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267574121493345720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21364419.post-67257323588887921422011-11-17T21:42:00.000-08:002011-11-17T21:58:30.954-08:00Fall in Oregon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMvGMrVH1Ml4dpTFMePrCIaWbJimKgmVlNA-7M88Dwu7_2NGjMMzhtiOD4CXUu83t-QZeo-5odZTNkyurXMGygH4rSIjZqwiuA9IQM0no3q5XfimNEnW_uOkZU5BchNKaJFGTTdQ/s1600/M1300010.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMvGMrVH1Ml4dpTFMePrCIaWbJimKgmVlNA-7M88Dwu7_2NGjMMzhtiOD4CXUu83t-QZeo-5odZTNkyurXMGygH4rSIjZqwiuA9IQM0no3q5XfimNEnW_uOkZU5BchNKaJFGTTdQ/s400/M1300010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676208384996756930" border="0" /></a>Okay, let's gloss over the fact that I haven't blogged about our summer vacation, fiber fests, Halloween or recent knitting. It has been crazy here, with my school, work and life.<br /><br />So here are some photos from a recent trip to Oregon. The colors are intense this time of year.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2KrNoDyJqKjqtKKTTnEXm-yeAQ5gNLf_x7fOUJPa1zMim_THNRw027adUycOG76i2nMzXDn5uGMJe9JCl73frhyt98BbkOI_x8Z5AQMhqfkUB2QuIwr9mBA0DDtd9bK1Ak1mVbQ/s1600/M1300003.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2KrNoDyJqKjqtKKTTnEXm-yeAQ5gNLf_x7fOUJPa1zMim_THNRw027adUycOG76i2nMzXDn5uGMJe9JCl73frhyt98BbkOI_x8Z5AQMhqfkUB2QuIwr9mBA0DDtd9bK1Ak1mVbQ/s400/M1300003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676208377572368578" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ3mmsGbumZHLqb8HO5m8DCjpuEjfWvVOld22Bq8FtkASpSGbBjzb2NT7YPGVHVlUrHVLuFDQkKNmMk2U43lsB2FVAjFSSQgV7SoxruwQ9kFI-vJJD4tdZyIkPk_FDbTOrh5WxGQ/s1600/M1300001.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ3mmsGbumZHLqb8HO5m8DCjpuEjfWvVOld22Bq8FtkASpSGbBjzb2NT7YPGVHVlUrHVLuFDQkKNmMk2U43lsB2FVAjFSSQgV7SoxruwQ9kFI-vJJD4tdZyIkPk_FDbTOrh5WxGQ/s400/M1300001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676211092522817906" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">RSS</div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267574121493345720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21364419.post-14327827893927108922011-08-22T14:39:00.000-07:002011-08-22T16:53:36.383-07:00Summer is Over, Time to BlogWe took a twelve-day trip to the East Coast (NH, MA, and ME). It was great fun. K. and I got to meet a bunch of my husband's family. Got the whole picture now. I had a lot of fiber fun, too. I'm going to blog about that at the Purl Jam site in a couple days.
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<br />I don't have a lot of photos from the trip because my camera got broken on day three. I'm trying to get some pics from everyone else so I can blog about the trip properly.
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<br />The last year of preschool started today. It is a separate program for the five-year-olds who aren't quite ready for Kindergarten. Did you know there is homework in Kindergarten these days. One more year of a little less structure for this guy:
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<br />I'm trying to find a part-time job. Still working at the fiber shop, but need something 20-30 hours a week so we can finally buy a house. I have had enough of apartment life. My plan was to get a job when K. entered Kindergarten next year because he will be there from about 9-3, but I started looking a couple months ago, knowing it would take some time. No luck yet. Got to the second interview at one, but didn't get it. Had a phone interview at another, no dice. Then I got a call for an interview on the third day of our vacation and set it up for today. Unfortunately they hired someone else in the meantime. All of them were near home and K.'s school. Very disappointing, especially the first which was a very protracted process.
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<br />But I had a plan B. I'm taking art classes which start tomorrow. I'm finally taking Color Theory at City College. Got all my paints and supplies yesterday. I found out CCSF offers a Textile Certificate, so I decided to work towards that. I have quite a few credits toward it already, took Textile Analysis over the summer and am taking Weaving this semester, too.
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<br />Now to catch up since my last post in June. Apologies, as many of these photos were taken with my cell phone, and there are probably more typos than usual.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">MY SON IS FIVE
<br /></div>I don't have good photos from the party, it was a Star Wars theme. Lots of friends and family came for a nice afternoon at Coyote Point. Don't hold your breath on the thank-you cards. In lieu of birthday pics, here is one of him hamming it up in Bar Harbor, Maine.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">IN THE NEWSPAPER
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<br />My knitting group was in the local neighborhood paper. There's a shot of me on the inside, too. But I don't like to brag, you know.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE
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<br />I asked my potter friend for a fruit colander. She asked for a sketch. I received an exact replica. Here it is in action. I hear that she will work for handspun yarn. Good thing, I need a bowl for spinning on a tahkli.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">TOUR DE FLEECE HAPPENED
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<br /></div> I finally stained my spinning wheel in preparation for the Tour. Love the way it turned out. I washed and washed and washed Jacob fleece from the zoo shearing. I was on Team Raw Power and carded and spun well over a pound. That's a lot of rolags to turn this:
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<br />Perhaps coincidentally I finally decided on a drum carder.
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<br />It is a Strauch "Finest". It comes with a lot of bells and whistles. Here are some of the instructions: do not to lend it to friends, do not let children play with it, do not card dirty fleece. I haven't done any blending yet, but the kid and I have prepped a bunch of zoo alpaca. You know, I think I am going to buy a fleece from a spinners flock at California Wool and Fiber this year. It will be a dream after the zoo stuff.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">INSANE DEADLINE KNITTING
<br /></div>My friend organized the second annual San Francisco Ravelry Meet-up. There was a KAL of hats by local designers. At the last minute I cast on for Diamond Head Beret with Peace Fleece. I love the yarn and the pattern. My denial about ribbing, not so much. I knocked it out in two days, including cutting off the first ribbing and re-knitting it. Sadly, I need to do so again, still too slouchy. There was also a fun toy swap. Sadly I don't have a photo of the gnome I made or the cupcake I received.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">I CAN'T STOP BUYING YARN
<br /></div>The yarn-buying drought that was broken at Jimmy Beans has caused a river of yarn to come in the house. In particular I got more Madelinetosh and a sweater's worth of Noro Silk Garden. Plus everything on our trip. But that's different.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">OR FIBER
<br /></div>Finally got my hands on some Hello Yarn thanks to <a href="http://starryknit.blogspot.com/">Starry Knit</a>.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">KNITTING: I STILL DO IT
<br /></div>I was busy with my class over the summer but I did get most of a sweater done, made a second pair of Pomatomus, and cast on for a shawl.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">NEEDLEFELTING, I STILL LIKE IT
<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvImXsnVYJQTON0v11RuZTdlydIDl2qlUB9a3skP-VmgUo7lqitmyi8n5fLJeqPXBZfb92aY-ruQ4MhrKuDUXzAYm0IFFroq7HJnYZ4-V_kIrtz6OI6qZdyA7lLHt_jrLJM26r8w/s1600/SSPX0115.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvImXsnVYJQTON0v11RuZTdlydIDl2qlUB9a3skP-VmgUo7lqitmyi8n5fLJeqPXBZfb92aY-ruQ4MhrKuDUXzAYm0IFFroq7HJnYZ4-V_kIrtz6OI6qZdyA7lLHt_jrLJM26r8w/s400/SSPX0115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643802808559232850" border="0" /></a>The kid requested a second piece of toast.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">GARDENING
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<br /></div>The guys spent the past year amending the soil in the tiny backyard that we cannot see from our apartment (did I mention I am sick of it here?). It was mainly a way to get the kid outside and digging. There isn't even room to run. It was so funky and overgrown that I never went out there. A few months ago I got a bunch of free mulch from the people who do the City's garbage, kind of a give back for all the stuff we put out in the compost bin. So I put it in the raised bed and planted there and around the fence. Between the couple things that were growing already, stuff that we dug up from job sites, and things I planted it is kind of nice. There is way more out there now. And there are gnomes, of course.
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<br /></div>To recap, a lot of stuff happened since June. I still need to blog about some of it. Stay tuned.
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<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">RSS</div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267574121493345720noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21364419.post-61870631771117257552011-06-16T07:42:00.000-07:002011-06-16T09:12:44.200-07:00The Knitting Life Summer Edition<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwCLSATtrTsc1fLlBwraLJRE4NHWzBn2oRdUYE2LOo3gKbmtPxqRpZxn0LVFmt1R7Cx8EhSHGyve45LIUW5iixe74IyZAdbbQyljypODrskL_i1GVMJLjYZXudaA0XiCkvDGGzlQ/s1600/IMG_2474.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwCLSATtrTsc1fLlBwraLJRE4NHWzBn2oRdUYE2LOo3gKbmtPxqRpZxn0LVFmt1R7Cx8EhSHGyve45LIUW5iixe74IyZAdbbQyljypODrskL_i1GVMJLjYZXudaA0XiCkvDGGzlQ/s400/IMG_2474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618835236197079602" border="0" /></a>What's been happening around here? My kid graduated from preschool a few weeks ago, that was pretty amazing. The kids put on a musical and their teacher spoke about each kid individually. The words 'action' and 'enthusiasm' described mine. We'll be at the school for another year in the Young 5 program for those kids who are too young or not quite ready for Kindergarten.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">***<br /></div><br />Did I mention the S.F. Zoo sheep shearing? That was in May, too, and I <a href="http://purljamsf.com/2011/05/09/shear-the-sheep/">blogged</a> about it on the Purl Jam site.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">***<br /></div><br />We are taking a break between school and a couple sessions of summer camp to do things like go to the Academy of Sciences, Fisherman's Wharf, the Zoo, etc. and generally lounge about. We road tripped with my parents to Reno week before last. We played in the snow on the way up and I visited Jimmy Beans Wool, where I purchased yarn. That's right, the yarn buying freeze which lasted eighteen months is over.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioj5PniwROnmihzIj7aKfpu8C-imao8fDE0oprKV7kcJBinBHq_NId-uPel7jHhI-Wu8OUBeX5o7sOgOYiwkDcW6M6Wo2UdCoelT1nrBLYvJYkvqykilAW8z3X5CY6WfhE_oL1bw/s1600/IMG_2562_2.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioj5PniwROnmihzIj7aKfpu8C-imao8fDE0oprKV7kcJBinBHq_NId-uPel7jHhI-Wu8OUBeX5o7sOgOYiwkDcW6M6Wo2UdCoelT1nrBLYvJYkvqykilAW8z3X5CY6WfhE_oL1bw/s400/IMG_2562_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618830185402335122" border="0" /></a><br />We visited both the Nevada State Rail Museum and the California State Rail Museum. There was also a tram at Circus Circus. A small railfan's dream come true.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjERSk2PLQ06n-U4LLsHhwkZpBAgLG5N9ifbtIH2aBz7J3NGtMuVRsUsr7vIJLIr9p5S6xqOImkDpZqlxlNYjKf0YQSqm0lmigG3LStpAKQPpZU1jjR8ocBeRV7RQCqdc3bMFfyxQ/s1600/IMG_2554.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjERSk2PLQ06n-U4LLsHhwkZpBAgLG5N9ifbtIH2aBz7J3NGtMuVRsUsr7vIJLIr9p5S6xqOImkDpZqlxlNYjKf0YQSqm0lmigG3LStpAKQPpZU1jjR8ocBeRV7RQCqdc3bMFfyxQ/s400/IMG_2554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618837608529257442" border="0" /></a><br />I just started a three-unit textile analysis course that is jammed into seven weeks, eight hours of class a week. Pretty intense, but I want to pursue art classes. The last one I took was when I was pregnant. You never know when we might win the lottery big time and I could go back to school full time for that MFA in Textiles. I would only have about 40 units of undergrad art classes to do first.<br /><br />We are going to the East Coast in August, and I finally get to meet the rest of my in-laws. I have been studying the Fiber Trail Map of Maine in preparation.<br /><br />I have been looking for a part-time job for a few months. Just in case that lottery thing doesn't work out. Still working at <a href="http://www.urbanfaunastudio.com/">Urban Fauna Studio</a> a couple days a month.<br /><br />A short term goal is to get all my raw fiber washed. We are having non-foggy weather so I started yesterday with alpaca, on to the zoo Jacob today. I have hopes of sanding, staining, and sealing my spinning wheel this summer, too.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">***<br /></div><br />Last weekend I took an all-day Rosemaling class. Even though I've taken two other classes and spent time practicing the strokes over the past couple months, I was really out of my element. An all-day knitting class, even on a new technique feels challenging, but doable. With the painting that little voice that says I can't do this kind of thing kept creeping in. But in the end I was really happy with this piece, I can hardly believe I did it. Mr. TVP said we should hang it on the front door to greet people.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihuWH2K80trYE9jNTas_VMvNYEVzst0cjyR0e_7xA0CxbZ-aH778ZLmqSHMmB6Kdx_mDQ3wERltyaPSHLy0Tz23a3yExBkHWN5cLKw1xl-zLM1v-pFw0YJIOlJs_rzONArzRgd8A/s1600/IMG_2651.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihuWH2K80trYE9jNTas_VMvNYEVzst0cjyR0e_7xA0CxbZ-aH778ZLmqSHMmB6Kdx_mDQ3wERltyaPSHLy0Tz23a3yExBkHWN5cLKw1xl-zLM1v-pFw0YJIOlJs_rzONArzRgd8A/s400/IMG_2651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618830706879996770" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">***<br /></div>On to the knitting front. I started a sweater for myself. We shall see how that turns out.<br /><br />I finished my first intarsia project, <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/argyle-socks-11">Argyle Socks</a> designed by Margie Dougherty. Quite pleased.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK7KMDv3Fq-QrcswMXzvipLXMHT8kP8YLPqbN7WYqhuy07iVZvNoRvPCZ2w8hvEvNiMcx0liqSX1QTrvAKmzDpc_fpo20DYiIbsM6cHvTZC8dFMYwO88Qs6FXw65MiLOEOdvmD3g/s1600/IMG_2653.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK7KMDv3Fq-QrcswMXzvipLXMHT8kP8YLPqbN7WYqhuy07iVZvNoRvPCZ2w8hvEvNiMcx0liqSX1QTrvAKmzDpc_fpo20DYiIbsM6cHvTZC8dFMYwO88Qs6FXw65MiLOEOdvmD3g/s400/IMG_2653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618830705817267954" border="0" /></a><br />I actually broke the yarn buying oath last month to knit this cowl for the great Purl Jam Birthday Cowl Exchange.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIF1lsJ-pCZsdnlh65YZNNfqLvC2lFcFUGhju3ub70oPYCzis9_DUo06kdv8tI3xNun7wwQRVL09un0MkrhEXy0Vez9vh6CJ7DZCigR9AGa_gSRh9V1nqd8jOOLaW9XF22a_MmOw/s1600/IMG_2487.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIF1lsJ-pCZsdnlh65YZNNfqLvC2lFcFUGhju3ub70oPYCzis9_DUo06kdv8tI3xNun7wwQRVL09un0MkrhEXy0Vez9vh6CJ7DZCigR9AGa_gSRh9V1nqd8jOOLaW9XF22a_MmOw/s400/IMG_2487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618831192265724482" border="0" /></a><br />That's the <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/owlie-owl-cowl">Owlie Owl Cowl</a> in Berroco Ultra Alpaca Fine. For a while there I had these two fiddly projects using black yarn on size 0 needles and nothing else. Very hard on my eyes in the evenings. Plus the cowl was a secret so I couldn't even share my progress, except with one person.<br /><br />More babies are coming. I wish I had taken a photo of the pink & brown hat a bought to go with these booties.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVKijJPidssqjhsQwUhKKLobJQdZCzwoip1HqN-zDpwXv0eo3SZxfrLOOANO2ArqEg1AdtVgyz2gqlUf6YbVy3SfIO9BRXHQX8wqH5lcHy1_pqD7S-t1_NkmTOyw5KzI8htbW7_Q/s1600/IMG_2234.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 168px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVKijJPidssqjhsQwUhKKLobJQdZCzwoip1HqN-zDpwXv0eo3SZxfrLOOANO2ArqEg1AdtVgyz2gqlUf6YbVy3SfIO9BRXHQX8wqH5lcHy1_pqD7S-t1_NkmTOyw5KzI8htbW7_Q/s400/IMG_2234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618832271411735122" border="0" /></a>Read about this fun group project over on <a href="http://purljamsf.com/2011/06/03/some-assembly-required/">Purl Jam</a>. I knit a couple squares for this blanket and at least one for the other baby, too.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt_iZ2T-xyPz8euVYKfnwHOfA5DXSqIb5NJfuo7567oHftNrw7kqm1OSQXu9st1hqlQLpfbaMVKL5ufRp3_y-uhRtPQ23iDd3AQhF5tLnOm7mB7196cIsqyR0SuyQiqDVdtx6CNA/s1600/IMG_2499.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt_iZ2T-xyPz8euVYKfnwHOfA5DXSqIb5NJfuo7567oHftNrw7kqm1OSQXu9st1hqlQLpfbaMVKL5ufRp3_y-uhRtPQ23iDd3AQhF5tLnOm7mB7196cIsqyR0SuyQiqDVdtx6CNA/s400/IMG_2499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618831557520503890" border="0" /></a><br />And a pair of socks for each.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Ky8rNimwspc0X1P_mGnBL3rL4LwkILRzlAm_8lJ-2aLyUJ6xIWwb2g5DeusIR50RrebE0fRug96_LYealZHJwz9RGWXoGNXgf3gbUBi4_1hjubfEkm6MBqLBDcWCpHDQOggCVg/s1600/IMG_2478.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 151px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Ky8rNimwspc0X1P_mGnBL3rL4LwkILRzlAm_8lJ-2aLyUJ6xIWwb2g5DeusIR50RrebE0fRug96_LYealZHJwz9RGWXoGNXgf3gbUBi4_1hjubfEkm6MBqLBDcWCpHDQOggCVg/s400/IMG_2478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618831554321793826" border="0" /></a><br />I think knitting will end up taking a back seat to my class for a while. By the time we go on our trip I will be free again. I'm sure I will pack at least four projects, I took three for a three-day trip to Reno.<br /><br />Right now I have to go play trains.<div class="blogger-post-footer">RSS</div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267574121493345720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21364419.post-31020062170380582522011-05-22T16:17:00.000-07:002011-05-22T18:27:32.349-07:00Maker Faire 2011<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf-G1h8_uO8IqUY-hRhhpiC76KZ32fbJ-vu3qECWrK9XSsAXnK2G3T7qcLcnaFnCVWvKmaMIAeai5lyjLCzBIJhW8UVg5G4dkaClR6gLL3s4v1hEkGxBu6UPnw8iLNCM5jHB4YNg/s1600/IMG_2398.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf-G1h8_uO8IqUY-hRhhpiC76KZ32fbJ-vu3qECWrK9XSsAXnK2G3T7qcLcnaFnCVWvKmaMIAeai5lyjLCzBIJhW8UVg5G4dkaClR6gLL3s4v1hEkGxBu6UPnw8iLNCM5jHB4YNg/s400/IMG_2398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609701677555088754" border="0" /></a><br />We went down to the Faire this morning, a flawless trip. I bought the tickets in advance to save $15, we parked in a free lot, ran to the shuttle and arrived ten minutes before the gates opened.<br /><br />On the way down I was weaving in ends of the<a href="http://carissaknits.blogspot.com/2007/06/r2d2-beanie.html"> R2D2 hat</a> I cast on last night and finished at 1:20 this morning. Confidence was high that I would finish it in time, even when I frogged the whole thing at 10:30 pm because it was too large. The hat was worn for less than half an hour total.<br /><br />We went to the kid area first, which conveniently for me, was near the crafting. So nice to be there early and have room to look around. Next stop ice cream. As much as I love chocolate ice cream it was not that appetizing at 10:40 am. Even R2D2 couldn't eat more than a few bites.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWjx2lsl1S2vAAzY0_yDBtCemL5lcSbnh-M7jObeDdAwjIawhL-2CrIeEFdsVQKPEU2ZBjdG4McJdFCNJKJlJ_wKEv92H8L7HGGQo6tvNfoWnwFjqoU1ux96s4_t3RjzSMpTv3sQ/s1600/IMG_2412.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWjx2lsl1S2vAAzY0_yDBtCemL5lcSbnh-M7jObeDdAwjIawhL-2CrIeEFdsVQKPEU2ZBjdG4McJdFCNJKJlJ_wKEv92H8L7HGGQo6tvNfoWnwFjqoU1ux96s4_t3RjzSMpTv3sQ/s400/IMG_2412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609710951595914722" border="0" /></a><br />We moved on and I spotted Mike Rowe from Dirty Jobs. I was within six feet of him. Very exciting. This poor photo shows him being interviewed by (I think) Zachary Coffin the inventor of <span style="font-style: italic;">Colossus </span>there in the background. There was no opportunity to actually meet Mike Rowe or get an autograph. He had quite a large group of officials and security around him. And I probably had chocolate ice cream on my face.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDsv8Y0ULBNJdtFy2U8ghjDh9BPePT-6Wl0A2GL6gr1sHyQfUJbB_lAZMU0PDra0eb_M7mFszeEUGWxjYbrxjJCp6AZBcckvGOZVN2gb3wC02Fw9_WbJlduMFpyF0NYztIHhx1dw/s1600/IMG_2413.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDsv8Y0ULBNJdtFy2U8ghjDh9BPePT-6Wl0A2GL6gr1sHyQfUJbB_lAZMU0PDra0eb_M7mFszeEUGWxjYbrxjJCp6AZBcckvGOZVN2gb3wC02Fw9_WbJlduMFpyF0NYztIHhx1dw/s400/IMG_2413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609702593057249218" border="0" /></a><br />During the day I ran into friends from my knitting group, folks from the shop, crafty vendors, and my ex-husband.<br /><br />We wandered around. I took a quick soldering class and made a little robot pin with a light. I resisted buying yarn, but did get some carbonized bamboo to spin, a pattern, and these pink wool hair elastics from <a href="http://www.nifnaks.com/">NifNaks</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7W3nDF7iRrZbz_vPcddNOv9cq1EfhHWhOdlvtUtagfWBfjRJdcAgynL_TswEViciseZlPqwbHvzUua0Xj2ewkC3GU351bpm9PdMCX8EQOqOpRLk4nGIcdcXF1JXnIrBmCiHRXBQ/s1600/IMG_2458.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7W3nDF7iRrZbz_vPcddNOv9cq1EfhHWhOdlvtUtagfWBfjRJdcAgynL_TswEViciseZlPqwbHvzUua0Xj2ewkC3GU351bpm9PdMCX8EQOqOpRLk4nGIcdcXF1JXnIrBmCiHRXBQ/s400/IMG_2458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609702231564487922" border="0" /></a><br />Many favorites were there, like the cupcake cars and <a href="http://www.feltthesun.com/pedal-power">Katherine Jolda's</a> bicycle-powered drum carder.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1-4LsoD7Jtff5MgpE5x0hoj8h19p_1ItsSPiFNMGV-hNCmYAHbN2676ENVHTt8403ivFRUjMNJ9ObtcrixHpOZSF9Gr-Dvr2Y-bmS2iEnw2uRdblVirjebKhIChbC1ouvOk0wXQ/s1600/IMG_2439.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1-4LsoD7Jtff5MgpE5x0hoj8h19p_1ItsSPiFNMGV-hNCmYAHbN2676ENVHTt8403ivFRUjMNJ9ObtcrixHpOZSF9Gr-Dvr2Y-bmS2iEnw2uRdblVirjebKhIChbC1ouvOk0wXQ/s400/IMG_2439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609702725035945234" border="0" /></a><br />And new things like the trackless train.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEfCDJpgvcasPzSwN6l-HNBS-uIMbIoJNkaeTGyoSFvjtYBQ0f1ZR6xoam8_yR0RR9dwcxZsyM2Ges3C_6oX6__QYKQrurYmjvY4Aw5FexxgSUivDmylONthjwxT2iPzYiKsDK9A/s1600/IMG_2427.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEfCDJpgvcasPzSwN6l-HNBS-uIMbIoJNkaeTGyoSFvjtYBQ0f1ZR6xoam8_yR0RR9dwcxZsyM2Ges3C_6oX6__QYKQrurYmjvY4Aw5FexxgSUivDmylONthjwxT2iPzYiKsDK9A/s400/IMG_2427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609702597531644578" border="0" /></a><br />There is something for everyone at the Maker Faire.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXg6uFxejbQ7pqiDWQ-kARVc0V2EvjqHtWBQlKhKiNNGbuimhIOwBzZmpxa-srXpuMNJIyWI95yBw7P4xmqbMLec920Lbdi5OA3Ercyq4a_4REJ7kvB3QAEfYP6q2FuMvntMhofA/s1600/IMG_2404.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXg6uFxejbQ7pqiDWQ-kARVc0V2EvjqHtWBQlKhKiNNGbuimhIOwBzZmpxa-srXpuMNJIyWI95yBw7P4xmqbMLec920Lbdi5OA3Ercyq4a_4REJ7kvB3QAEfYP6q2FuMvntMhofA/s400/IMG_2404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609702924083137458" border="0" /></a><br />We left having seen a lot but not everything. It got too crowded and we were tired. As we got back to the parking lot at 2:30 we heard someone in the long line for the shuttle to the Faire wondering why we were leaving so early. We laughed and wondered why people would get there so late. Arriving before the crowds is the way to go when you have a little kid.<div class="blogger-post-footer">RSS</div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267574121493345720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21364419.post-82779775923969745362011-04-24T07:27:00.000-07:002011-04-24T07:29:00.120-07:00Happy Easter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpLpLeVlrEhVX39jMOG8uo7-c85xsses-syLZ7iYWqK7B-CcxncUDxGSyinx_O7QagAtCX6Oz5yRxM5TxY5v2lHoEi7KMD66SEWeT4YmaUKg3XePk1D4QBij7QkvUdVpHHjcobXg/s1600/IMG_2134.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpLpLeVlrEhVX39jMOG8uo7-c85xsses-syLZ7iYWqK7B-CcxncUDxGSyinx_O7QagAtCX6Oz5yRxM5TxY5v2lHoEi7KMD66SEWeT4YmaUKg3XePk1D4QBij7QkvUdVpHHjcobXg/s400/IMG_2134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599156965480095218" border="0" /></a><br />Hope you have a great day.<div class="blogger-post-footer">RSS</div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267574121493345720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21364419.post-85954671121014698232011-04-17T18:10:00.000-07:002011-04-17T18:32:06.329-07:00Knitting is FunFor fun I'm knitting argyle socks, the current One-Sock-A-Month pattern. Just to make my first intarsia as challenging as possible, they are fingering weight on size 0's. And if the knitting isn't tricky enough, the leg and foot seaming ought to be interesting.<br /><br />Here's my progress since I started Tuesday. I have the edge covered up because I did a provisional cast-on with orange yarn. Distracting. After the sock is done, I will go back and pick up the stitches and do a ribbed cuff. Fiddly.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9pZgPFEpd0hefP_oYrE40wreQ4qzeEWD-8yHO1Jo0sOUqGTK-4QfoOzxnEHRtwWaZ-bphaGVHl-oYssb6-w0A0XBmkgPxPISxOE3UDfozceReawuVowBe_2j9lI-IvDHp_psYWA/s1600/Photo+on+2011-04-17+at+18.09.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9pZgPFEpd0hefP_oYrE40wreQ4qzeEWD-8yHO1Jo0sOUqGTK-4QfoOzxnEHRtwWaZ-bphaGVHl-oYssb6-w0A0XBmkgPxPISxOE3UDfozceReawuVowBe_2j9lI-IvDHp_psYWA/s400/Photo+on+2011-04-17+at+18.09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596725889266286258" border="0" /></a><br />Okay, a baby got born, so I can post the socks and hats I knit for him.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwvpgJpvqYJxJTWPu5Lo7BcsIMG4geQFaalIEDou2z-sUMuF8W2sIq7WkJerPJjdZ0ukCcmLxmJR8XE6IdU7BiANmHDD1xoGIwDrugT2No25Pf92o-DuZFAs9nz9SXORvhWPbngg/s1600/IMG_1699.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 347px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwvpgJpvqYJxJTWPu5Lo7BcsIMG4geQFaalIEDou2z-sUMuF8W2sIq7WkJerPJjdZ0ukCcmLxmJR8XE6IdU7BiANmHDD1xoGIwDrugT2No25Pf92o-DuZFAs9nz9SXORvhWPbngg/s400/IMG_1699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596727402734463282" border="0" /></a><br />I've been making progress on my Frankensocks.<br /><br />I almost forgot, I finished my Kalajoki socks. My third pair in Wollmeise yarn.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5qTiozpphSmp9G5ryEK1mwt0WnfL8SQ0uxSnMwKIsSPja4ul_h4CGDitwglYKGQuErmZb4WUDpcdVeyngO2JQtfOGBTPggikFrP8OXQW7XsaHYKpSM4R3YANYkeiUi0ws_oYKQA/s1600/IMG_1712.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5qTiozpphSmp9G5ryEK1mwt0WnfL8SQ0uxSnMwKIsSPja4ul_h4CGDitwglYKGQuErmZb4WUDpcdVeyngO2JQtfOGBTPggikFrP8OXQW7XsaHYKpSM4R3YANYkeiUi0ws_oYKQA/s400/IMG_1712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596729416484955202" border="0" /></a><br />On the horizon is sheep shearing at the San Francisco Zoo on May 7th. I'm organizing a spinning, knitting, wool in general demo. I hope to get some yarn spun from the Jacob wool I had from previous years.<br /><br />I've finally picked out colors to stain my spinning wheel. That took two years, so maybe it will get done in the next three.<div class="blogger-post-footer">RSS</div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267574121493345720noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21364419.post-21220687488590004792011-03-14T20:26:00.000-07:002011-03-14T20:38:47.789-07:00Stitches West, Birthday, FO's<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDgfZ0j_ZzcyGdItbgzhPoI3CjqAfLGMoUjPAAb9uNiANyVI3o1o1iDNtIxuoCrQqx7bkh6gv-iX2NGa0qOgUOts1jdXRBa5kujXWMOdJL8Z78JXgWvnuiGOArHJTSX7sr8qpqmw/s1600/IMG_1451.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDgfZ0j_ZzcyGdItbgzhPoI3CjqAfLGMoUjPAAb9uNiANyVI3o1o1iDNtIxuoCrQqx7bkh6gv-iX2NGa0qOgUOts1jdXRBa5kujXWMOdJL8Z78JXgWvnuiGOArHJTSX7sr8qpqmw/s400/IMG_1451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584118988863772530" border="0" /></a>What a great tradition this is turning into, going to Stitches West on my birthday weekend.<br /><br />Friday I took a great class on Swedish twined knitting, <span style="font-family:Georgia;">Tvåänddsstickning</span>, by <a href="http://www.knittingtraditions.com/index.htm">Beth Brown-Reinsel</a>. It is done by working from both ends of a ball of yarn, twisting the yarn every stitch for a firm fabric. It can be done in one color or two, and is in the round. I found it quite challenging. You twist one way for knit, the other for purl. I kept getting confused. I left class a little early because my hands hurt, so I didn't get one of those cool photos of all the student projects, but here is the progress I made in class.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgshTRuSQD-edcK4cTOms50h4Mq6ZhTSOM1JDJDZ-23fPnP2RIvfG72BKH4eRHQ1Owhh06dq-XFUkpUFLj2Mb83XGoBYSdwOadwuurnzTyghxg84jUR6Ocloz4W6oMgBf-zUOMhaA/s1600/IMG_1610.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgshTRuSQD-edcK4cTOms50h4Mq6ZhTSOM1JDJDZ-23fPnP2RIvfG72BKH4eRHQ1Owhh06dq-XFUkpUFLj2Mb83XGoBYSdwOadwuurnzTyghxg84jUR6Ocloz4W6oMgBf-zUOMhaA/s400/IMG_1610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584115255001529906" border="0" /></a><br />Once I do a little practice I will switch to a new pair of wristlets. Most commercial yarn is plyed in the S or counter-clockwise direction. If you use it while twined knitting it comes untwisted. Black Water Abbey yarn, from Ireland, is plyed Z, or clock-wise. Handily they were at Stitches.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3qpv1vnT5KGU0RzpwIha9Ir7XXboQ7Fw85em6QLWPC5jm_jobXpnFQhMSouiijFwrxXVm5Rjdxi5TpIE8yHIVRrCPePvOGoaJv3k3GV_6-aOGB4g0K-SBjePFbR_41GwTaBnLtQ/s1600/IMG_1609.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3qpv1vnT5KGU0RzpwIha9Ir7XXboQ7Fw85em6QLWPC5jm_jobXpnFQhMSouiijFwrxXVm5Rjdxi5TpIE8yHIVRrCPePvOGoaJv3k3GV_6-aOGB4g0K-SBjePFbR_41GwTaBnLtQ/s400/IMG_1609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584115261359722994" border="0" /></a><br />So, yes, I broke my over year-long spell and bought yarn. Hey, I need it for a Scandinavian technique. It was birthday money. I also bought a book about twined knitting and sock blockers! I didn't go back to the market on Saturday, I felt quite satisfied with my purchases. I would have liked to look at a lot of things again, but it wasn't worth the drive back down. I had the worst commute ever Friday, the just normally just over and hour drive took over two-and-a-half. At a couple points I was sitting still on the freeway in the rain in the dark.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Ijux0JII8Ho8wwmlFpAVrU0OZAq4ncF5NZeUDugdhWA84P4_X4Uii1L2UBcD9LBGHVXGc-fCepKh9mZOQ6bDeXJg-pn5TRNsDjUGfgs8EWMc4hX7oglrSYlKrGEw6iImc97wYw/s1600/IMG_1607.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Ijux0JII8Ho8wwmlFpAVrU0OZAq4ncF5NZeUDugdhWA84P4_X4Uii1L2UBcD9LBGHVXGc-fCepKh9mZOQ6bDeXJg-pn5TRNsDjUGfgs8EWMc4hX7oglrSYlKrGEw6iImc97wYw/s400/IMG_1607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584115265921406162" border="0" /></a><br />Side note, I got a glass head from Pier One for blocking and photographing hats last month. I love it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ZNbJQB3fT4LbHOu8M_XP3VBvTxVvdkHyabFvGRmbFvfkAspAiZAr-X57yZEnFdPgdIzJHv0nfc2-gNIw7x3tXZap_vN-aTuhgIIJaFMPmyuWcbYvLIFDcYUAM3Ep2_qJsVTZBA/s1600/IMG_1541.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 351px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ZNbJQB3fT4LbHOu8M_XP3VBvTxVvdkHyabFvGRmbFvfkAspAiZAr-X57yZEnFdPgdIzJHv0nfc2-gNIw7x3tXZap_vN-aTuhgIIJaFMPmyuWcbYvLIFDcYUAM3Ep2_qJsVTZBA/s400/IMG_1541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584116582938455314" border="0" /></a><br />I also received lovely fiber-y gifts for my birthday. A Will Taylor Lazy Kate. A lovely nostepinne.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjicm5cmM67JSefrGmArdKOO37FSdz2rT1n_F3Bbt52IIXAgr2P1P9oipjRWnpv1RMJczld7-s3L7BqksfahxuNP6_Wz-IKqZJpxpps3RD0mgCo2Y6rzXcm7bc1JNR70GqQWSSMag/s1600/IMG_1599.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjicm5cmM67JSefrGmArdKOO37FSdz2rT1n_F3Bbt52IIXAgr2P1P9oipjRWnpv1RMJczld7-s3L7BqksfahxuNP6_Wz-IKqZJpxpps3RD0mgCo2Y6rzXcm7bc1JNR70GqQWSSMag/s400/IMG_1599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584120551772156274" border="0" /></a><br />Yarn and (not pictured) three kinds of wool to spin from my kin.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpTZWmxbL7XPm6flau2iXp7yyI_tdctBGOP5u3ktw6Ic3CS9TWjQt1kfYqBKsedTszZONVg-v0WL2TKcbNPAI_J6mupadTkoN604toxNcNLKPaN1EAslL1n1UeJIEvliB2u6z5QQ/s1600/IMG_1584.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpTZWmxbL7XPm6flau2iXp7yyI_tdctBGOP5u3ktw6Ic3CS9TWjQt1kfYqBKsedTszZONVg-v0WL2TKcbNPAI_J6mupadTkoN604toxNcNLKPaN1EAslL1n1UeJIEvliB2u6z5QQ/s400/IMG_1584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584119640711562210" border="0" /></a><br />Time to catch up on knitting. I got my Bohus Nye Azalea hat done!! Here's a close-up.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKAJOOQXBE1kmDNINGwdsJhtfqTcL3_w2tYysfzk6H6YFKyQWU420iKM73cQ83aFImk9b0avPsiQbQUJUzFxpIpil53yWCJlKpw72ArcjzMVXpLHSbjmeZ8qtmBK0XBMOHPX3CpA/s1600/IMG_1483.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKAJOOQXBE1kmDNINGwdsJhtfqTcL3_w2tYysfzk6H6YFKyQWU420iKM73cQ83aFImk9b0avPsiQbQUJUzFxpIpil53yWCJlKpw72ArcjzMVXpLHSbjmeZ8qtmBK0XBMOHPX3CpA/s400/IMG_1483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584124771448969730" border="0" /></a><br />The photo way up top was taken by Tracey who apparently is a reader of this blog. I also got her to take pictures of my Waving Lace socks, knit in Wollmeise.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4jZgaA3xc1umiSEj7BpAJUGs6ClOQdliL-rFGSP_dkWV0Dd2pQA2_gl_IUDGukMCPO9vyXnk3aGxlVc61fvfV5JlpC3t3YlwUBCJ2gSV-jiRBBcw-YvK63zVImLiqKqNjytMVdA/s1600/IMG_1469.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4jZgaA3xc1umiSEj7BpAJUGs6ClOQdliL-rFGSP_dkWV0Dd2pQA2_gl_IUDGukMCPO9vyXnk3aGxlVc61fvfV5JlpC3t3YlwUBCJ2gSV-jiRBBcw-YvK63zVImLiqKqNjytMVdA/s400/IMG_1469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584118999751316914" border="0" /></a><br />I finished another pair of Wollmeise socks, pattern Shur'tugal late last year. I've got a third WM pair almost done.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4MAUN1cuJ4lR_lrr0Kb0_naf9HoGThnL6Db0jUvHAJydtmuO2lLjmn7WvfWEXHFC2yPKHTS-HkxWKmIWq6E5zdAKkE3saSusH_fJrSQYvMjR08U8ghHxWt63ExOU5_kYnDZLYRg/s1600/IMG_1189.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4MAUN1cuJ4lR_lrr0Kb0_naf9HoGThnL6Db0jUvHAJydtmuO2lLjmn7WvfWEXHFC2yPKHTS-HkxWKmIWq6E5zdAKkE3saSusH_fJrSQYvMjR08U8ghHxWt63ExOU5_kYnDZLYRg/s400/IMG_1189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584125021205904658" border="0" /></a>The very popular One-Sock-A-Month group is doing argyles next. I'm all set to go.<br /><br />The preschool held it's annual auction and I donated a few handmade things, including the handspun knit hat and mitts up there with the glass head.<br /><br />I received some Coopworth wool. I've been wanting to try dyeing multicolors and free fiber and a sick day home with the kid seemed like the perfect opportunity for playing. I had him in a mask and safety glasses as we carefully put Jacquard Acid dyes in the hot water/vinegar/wool bath.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO3oaq3n3jX7IxVx1f-xapTEFXa2y7Sus0FvRrdx4TavGpYDhoAuu5lBJKc4Zf8Z5d-9UugEpY2z7JON-gxBWbrfxKBivTd0wBLmpgXnWrV7JtSJHfZrHZXJDHX79r6p8f1zL7sA/s1600/IMG_1510.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO3oaq3n3jX7IxVx1f-xapTEFXa2y7Sus0FvRrdx4TavGpYDhoAuu5lBJKc4Zf8Z5d-9UugEpY2z7JON-gxBWbrfxKBivTd0wBLmpgXnWrV7JtSJHfZrHZXJDHX79r6p8f1zL7sA/s400/IMG_1510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584120344466106226" border="0" /></a><br />I was amazed that the colors actually soaked right in instead of migrating throughout the water. In the past I've been working for the opposite, dye throughout the water to get even color. We got the distinct colors, and then played a bit with blending.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBtNsIaVTSU8QrzLGBWLZ_M7af12Zh3WqglkVvWyaqN-zD9sQwWuX9Ao9RJqnkZPUv9L-0L5jXX93fqLuJY85Ty9qNhkOIrhZULGAA5eD0NBvfNxNtYPmwh7ALiX94zAiPqRhEhw/s1600/IMG_1523.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBtNsIaVTSU8QrzLGBWLZ_M7af12Zh3WqglkVvWyaqN-zD9sQwWuX9Ao9RJqnkZPUv9L-0L5jXX93fqLuJY85Ty9qNhkOIrhZULGAA5eD0NBvfNxNtYPmwh7ALiX94zAiPqRhEhw/s400/IMG_1523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584120356652284434" border="0" /></a>I spun it up for the auction.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf4VxFhI5vn7Df_yXriPZlnic96uqMGOD0_QeVWz8gltuGmZcaGH7st0BjuPOws5x8R5_4HpaO1yTxRRXmjpOwcIKcE-foQEPmNy_VkbFtYYOwbkTX868KlynC2WCO0D2fDvs8Sg/s1600/IMG_1529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 197px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf4VxFhI5vn7Df_yXriPZlnic96uqMGOD0_QeVWz8gltuGmZcaGH7st0BjuPOws5x8R5_4HpaO1yTxRRXmjpOwcIKcE-foQEPmNy_VkbFtYYOwbkTX868KlynC2WCO0D2fDvs8Sg/s400/IMG_1529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584120358703285682" border="0" /></a><br />Late last year the kid wanted to make his teacher "Iguana yarn" it had to be green and shiny. Okay. So he picked out green dye and Angelina fibers. I dyed the wool, spun it up S and plied it Z because she's a crocheter. I had heard that yarn specifically for crochet is spun like that.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgacNxsC-lYU-MWNwJPD3npN8x_az1elalxJtG9rfK_1vkWr6vX15wz8PoWdZkaB3f3TNcb7ItgiQAIUIgUU3PPaVn-jwiSEvLIJ7EFC4dKNlscYGWwex8oUpyC0v53QombOyCLEA/s1600/IMG_1077.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgacNxsC-lYU-MWNwJPD3npN8x_az1elalxJtG9rfK_1vkWr6vX15wz8PoWdZkaB3f3TNcb7ItgiQAIUIgUU3PPaVn-jwiSEvLIJ7EFC4dKNlscYGWwex8oUpyC0v53QombOyCLEA/s400/IMG_1077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584129161960452386" border="0" /></a><br />I know a bunch of ladies having babies, so I've been busy knitting little things that I can't post about.<div class="blogger-post-footer">RSS</div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267574121493345720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21364419.post-15886515559553385602010-12-31T20:24:00.000-08:002010-12-31T20:28:08.621-08:002010 in Review<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9Ipd5UdDR3hDgVOhyphenhyphenet8LJ3G3RnK38g6QYsd-k3Oc3Veuy9j77t1RsGb-TAcpOVsZcoPrxlFizPx95X83-G_JeZ3QmxrxvKG1ptT7UD0PG2T0tjyEXqEEE6wwKhp9AKUT0ac5A/s1600/IMG_5680.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9Ipd5UdDR3hDgVOhyphenhyphenet8LJ3G3RnK38g6QYsd-k3Oc3Veuy9j77t1RsGb-TAcpOVsZcoPrxlFizPx95X83-G_JeZ3QmxrxvKG1ptT7UD0PG2T0tjyEXqEEE6wwKhp9AKUT0ac5A/s400/IMG_5680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557026819640886754" border="0" /></a><br />It's the time of year to reflect. There were some hard times, like losing my grandpa and aunt. Some achievements. Some disappointments. And many good times, especially taking trips to see family and friends, and pursuing "the fiber lifestyle". We were lucky to have business, unlike many builders in the area. K. loves his preschool and friends. <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />***<br /><br /></div>On a personal front I got back into cycling, running, and hiking. I also took a lot of photos. Photos of my city:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZb2CUPhdmXrvZJPAFYU1juLpdmXPuJ86mmPlZgC9GJU4Ur4HKP9S_buWuQ0UvVehvWfqGe0X7626XP-ZMc6Rv752KyJhCR9cI7fvY7qPH5kX99q4S3QhBHvXZUEqKJ2AcDlbeOA/s1600/IMG_1270.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZb2CUPhdmXrvZJPAFYU1juLpdmXPuJ86mmPlZgC9GJU4Ur4HKP9S_buWuQ0UvVehvWfqGe0X7626XP-ZMc6Rv752KyJhCR9cI7fvY7qPH5kX99q4S3QhBHvXZUEqKJ2AcDlbeOA/s400/IMG_1270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557052497202158642" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVzbNgQKzH0goZuIvI5TeA7JmEvNdWBe7iQ5Negn51KgkLZqn8PQ66hkKcRP-UP4pto-B6h7Le5y99YnVC-VJFR9f1I2yjxC9VtE8msU4mH8TnZSMle3HWWqlWno5Z_l2FsTM4ew/s1600/IMG_0626.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVzbNgQKzH0goZuIvI5TeA7JmEvNdWBe7iQ5Negn51KgkLZqn8PQ66hkKcRP-UP4pto-B6h7Le5y99YnVC-VJFR9f1I2yjxC9VtE8msU4mH8TnZSMle3HWWqlWno5Z_l2FsTM4ew/s400/IMG_0626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557063925418928450" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My kid:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfMkCdWN7qJ_5ef70K7xoGYxjNAHMEQU6YRgwf1HV-yx7B9OmDIirGEgYlXc1q3GAvczDjVIDReK4Z37yALXvDhPeiCgMRWOyeZvvQdNlMznGWGb9z5xd72kr5Ubwm2JjbTQQR1Q/s1600/IMG_5209.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfMkCdWN7qJ_5ef70K7xoGYxjNAHMEQU6YRgwf1HV-yx7B9OmDIirGEgYlXc1q3GAvczDjVIDReK4Z37yALXvDhPeiCgMRWOyeZvvQdNlMznGWGb9z5xd72kr5Ubwm2JjbTQQR1Q/s400/IMG_5209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557057519332261010" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwn-fnMfU-v-2mXthwgYdilLa4JOK7OO6lCa4oz1MlMktcsPP2c2i45sfei_wLtN3n5J6dHNuHMoG-2QckrATx8PTTQ0QMfrDqvfE0fnH-uFg90mJ6xRn7MB9AA0fzBncGGyyzOw/s1600/IMG_0448.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 337px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwn-fnMfU-v-2mXthwgYdilLa4JOK7OO6lCa4oz1MlMktcsPP2c2i45sfei_wLtN3n5J6dHNuHMoG-2QckrATx8PTTQ0QMfrDqvfE0fnH-uFg90mJ6xRn7MB9AA0fzBncGGyyzOw/s400/IMG_0448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557065809512490130" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Myself: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh03i1fc4tBa8_E04DtLNTHFBnjVChipz_m8Llj1boHptzXI2fUGZET6FM1vfPGMG2HWS6TJgvyhZavdRVM0ncVpw-tg3F_VPxphvWpON2cV50KrzFlJQ6px_0m9NfrrHJYDZUA3w/s1600/IMG_5323.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh03i1fc4tBa8_E04DtLNTHFBnjVChipz_m8Llj1boHptzXI2fUGZET6FM1vfPGMG2HWS6TJgvyhZavdRVM0ncVpw-tg3F_VPxphvWpON2cV50KrzFlJQ6px_0m9NfrrHJYDZUA3w/s400/IMG_5323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557057141496605986" border="0" /></a>And fiber:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQAM_BU814oxRYuXmWlE5ewkcrXT7LK7GQ2NF7Sdd3_4vPg5hjcgYibjm1M4pdHhfU0ZEVmY4X50YdtRenb6VOu_cSTeM0flmeQtoSVtyPCDUOXjc7re6dlnpLFmlbd3rS01Z2BQ/s1600/IMG_0276.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 196px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQAM_BU814oxRYuXmWlE5ewkcrXT7LK7GQ2NF7Sdd3_4vPg5hjcgYibjm1M4pdHhfU0ZEVmY4X50YdtRenb6VOu_cSTeM0flmeQtoSVtyPCDUOXjc7re6dlnpLFmlbd3rS01Z2BQ/s400/IMG_0276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557062976836769602" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">***<br /></div><br />K. took a bunch of photos. It's fun to see things from his perspective. I guess I'm wearing off on him because he takes pics of himself:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGuZMD_NZImVklY9IQQcVB2jYtclMfJfdGsUKZLw8vJwEKUgPCJtfYr0Za0LdeS_a0mZ3TQPS91GOMfv0T_TpQZuIXaHiE5hKE1AcMXgw1TkKitOZOSDUrysRbm34M8ZDMrWsSqQ/s1600/IMG_0494.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 169px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGuZMD_NZImVklY9IQQcVB2jYtclMfJfdGsUKZLw8vJwEKUgPCJtfYr0Za0LdeS_a0mZ3TQPS91GOMfv0T_TpQZuIXaHiE5hKE1AcMXgw1TkKitOZOSDUrysRbm34M8ZDMrWsSqQ/s400/IMG_0494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557065977934824914" border="0" /></a>The things around him:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOaDzrPBg1FkAspMs_XN78CitGKlbjYb2t2kC9PjIQmXpECBr0AK-E5lOIAC-hJc74iA9HyQWG40eu9hCvJpVqfg4jT3uPKH99j-Qw6Vx1ENT0_k6oz5-hW7RxrCPk_xDKOhOUGA/s1600/IMG_0750.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 146px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOaDzrPBg1FkAspMs_XN78CitGKlbjYb2t2kC9PjIQmXpECBr0AK-E5lOIAC-hJc74iA9HyQWG40eu9hCvJpVqfg4jT3uPKH99j-Qw6Vx1ENT0_k6oz5-hW7RxrCPk_xDKOhOUGA/s400/IMG_0750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557064937458129010" border="0" /></a><br />And me:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKs9LJV6MI9lWQTNkB-uXT5FWcXiO0sdcmPXgUkJOu04CBOJhoPNOAWSaeHMqljt5YZcdJfGac3hYqPmGn-jxX8NFXvPOQs54-jeold62FgW7Fy6ZlVGBzLk9txqWMuXU1Xn8Cvw/s1600/IMG_5606.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKs9LJV6MI9lWQTNkB-uXT5FWcXiO0sdcmPXgUkJOu04CBOJhoPNOAWSaeHMqljt5YZcdJfGac3hYqPmGn-jxX8NFXvPOQs54-jeold62FgW7Fy6ZlVGBzLk9txqWMuXU1Xn8Cvw/s400/IMG_5606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557055728232252002" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnHRaNV26nLtSlX_Z6Z8xoH9OpSRbmy5EUJwhcDsMr4gBPWhesD5hSiS0Vt_apZznDc0Y2AqbdMbBED26ZTWjHgGLHr-CPG6c_Zb2Ctbqws2pTKiiTiSxzFwKvebZzJi1mRMqgxQ/s1600/IMG_0330.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 139px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnHRaNV26nLtSlX_Z6Z8xoH9OpSRbmy5EUJwhcDsMr4gBPWhesD5hSiS0Vt_apZznDc0Y2AqbdMbBED26ZTWjHgGLHr-CPG6c_Zb2Ctbqws2pTKiiTiSxzFwKvebZzJi1mRMqgxQ/s400/IMG_0330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557054365431266402" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiYO5V_E40WJONGVAe86E3BrWmzURLDuGMyd0JJY9VeGuQx-h1Y651-oZE_tcoc5Oe6UURZeLJdlP2xyqRbdphdHPJomfBX7KaTQKhGDz7Tl9aWvDKgTyQiXIvrzE2fxodh2OaLw/s1600/IMG_0298.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiYO5V_E40WJONGVAe86E3BrWmzURLDuGMyd0JJY9VeGuQx-h1Y651-oZE_tcoc5Oe6UURZeLJdlP2xyqRbdphdHPJomfBX7KaTQKhGDz7Tl9aWvDKgTyQiXIvrzE2fxodh2OaLw/s400/IMG_0298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557054636396307106" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKEMTlCYREpCk8P5HgBRz4x1dbCnxrNvnGIDRP54KqvPe08UJOv22Xzcscm04e6KQE4o9faBfvj0SlZplMsHHi0T-1HQqohmZemAiwq8r2DhFZcnDRx2ZEHXySsoOSJoT-Z0RSkQ/s1600/IMG_0490.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 138px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKEMTlCYREpCk8P5HgBRz4x1dbCnxrNvnGIDRP54KqvPe08UJOv22Xzcscm04e6KQE4o9faBfvj0SlZplMsHHi0T-1HQqohmZemAiwq8r2DhFZcnDRx2ZEHXySsoOSJoT-Z0RSkQ/s400/IMG_0490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557058229213962290" border="0" /></a>***</div>I'm not making any specific New Year's Resolutions beyond the changes I started last year and want to continue in 2011. Perhaps I will sign up for a 5K run.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">***<br /></div>On the fiber front I achieved the goal of<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> </span><a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://thevikingprincess.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-stash-year.html">buying no yarn in 2010</a>. Thanks to friends and family I got plenty of lovely new yarn, though.<br /><br />I must have made some crazy knitting goals, but I don't tag my posts very well so I couldn't find them, beyond my list of stash-busting ideas (4 of 13 done). According to my Ravelry notebook I knitted twenty-seven items this year.<br /><br />I haven't set any knitting goals for 2011 but I have a few ideas:<br /><ol><li>Knit sweaters this year: Wollmeise? Lett-Lopi? Handspun?<br /></li><li>Keep knitting socks. Handknit socks feel so good! Perhaps enter the SF One Sock a Month 2011 Hall of Fame?</li><li>Finally finish that Fana Sweater.</li><li>Continue working from stash</li></ol>I also got more into needle felting and starting working at a fiber place.<br /><br />Whether I make the knitting goals or not, I know 2011 will be a fulfilling fiber year. I'm already signed up for a twined knitting class at Stitches West on my birthday in February.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">***<br /></div><br />Happy New Year! See you in 2011.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg07MOHx-U-NWHlvJa1ctAjE-MaxtICkKhF9BgJ2G1m4iPl1D9XHGhEjXEGdTQpeVYGeG0nb5bATfzRDWuXwcTx-or9L0rgESTv4Mfku0tTE6CIdTcxDiQO0-HXJ0KmQaVDG3yJuA/s1600/IMG_5774.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg07MOHx-U-NWHlvJa1ctAjE-MaxtICkKhF9BgJ2G1m4iPl1D9XHGhEjXEGdTQpeVYGeG0nb5bATfzRDWuXwcTx-or9L0rgESTv4Mfku0tTE6CIdTcxDiQO0-HXJ0KmQaVDG3yJuA/s400/IMG_5774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557027061171840914" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">RSS</div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267574121493345720noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21364419.post-73157019715585083362010-12-05T19:31:00.000-08:002010-12-05T20:08:13.173-08:00Knitacular<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ehoqvSD3AR_FzqNC0gO556nuj5aPTBjSijhUpuWr89jdCKrUeq8bDwF6r7Ju4COuX_RpoNvW97ltvIO6e04Ept-A6kKiN2caX_z5KWZfAqqJH3UrwBc1j73Pdy4wyEwS6cfl_g/s1600/IMG_0958.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ehoqvSD3AR_FzqNC0gO556nuj5aPTBjSijhUpuWr89jdCKrUeq8bDwF6r7Ju4COuX_RpoNvW97ltvIO6e04Ept-A6kKiN2caX_z5KWZfAqqJH3UrwBc1j73Pdy4wyEwS6cfl_g/s400/IMG_0958.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544722134206093122" border="0" /></a><br />I can finally catch up on my knitting news. First off, I am so thrilled about the just published <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/sluggish-mushrooms">Sluggish Mushrooms</a> that I test knit for <a href="http://starryknit.blogspot.com/">StarryKnit</a>! The pattern is adorable and just challenging enough. It was a marathon knit over the week of Thanksgiving.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ws6yiaKgOxAFauIRqCOQLXid-kmBMQoMDRusiF-68ctIX47qkxujM5WGe5Z5qNBWKqFd39EC7y6v4XfYa6vpGVBeS8hMMw8vHaJSmedtqfudIe7KoSX_Hn7E1UmZXKUhL3_1Rg/s1600/IMG_1002.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ws6yiaKgOxAFauIRqCOQLXid-kmBMQoMDRusiF-68ctIX47qkxujM5WGe5Z5qNBWKqFd39EC7y6v4XfYa6vpGVBeS8hMMw8vHaJSmedtqfudIe7KoSX_Hn7E1UmZXKUhL3_1Rg/s400/IMG_1002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544722324488502546" border="0" /></a>Staying near the redwoods, there were tons of photo ops. This was at a mushroom growing business across from a tasting room we visited.<br /><br />We had our annual <a href="http://purljamsf.com/">Purl Jam</a> stash exchange at the first of November. At the very last minute I used the last of the yarn I received in 2009. I made this feather and fan tank out of Collinette Giotto. It took a couple months from vision in my head to finished object, but it was one of those rare occasions when the result is just as I imagined it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8_UZtETuBuqxNfPqfZkVnQ6xVS5H8gvGNk2_ZZcjMXqNi8kk-LijGL5MsiRtLENGg8t5xWcujBjEcCM9htJmpOCAcCcLIlyEKgEeigzL-mPeohyphenhyphenTzO9VkTYV8I4Jnw1a53uz-pw/s1600/IMG_0820.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8_UZtETuBuqxNfPqfZkVnQ6xVS5H8gvGNk2_ZZcjMXqNi8kk-LijGL5MsiRtLENGg8t5xWcujBjEcCM9htJmpOCAcCcLIlyEKgEeigzL-mPeohyphenhyphenTzO9VkTYV8I4Jnw1a53uz-pw/s400/IMG_0820.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544713961276402354" border="0" /></a><br />That was on the tail end of knitting the <a href="http://www.knitty.com/ISSUEdf10/PATTeleanor.php">Eleanor cowl</a> from Knitty, using Arapaho Rose alpaca yarn. Another project that turned out just as I had hoped.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwDIvWJh2qO87QWEjn1u1PBykXV9Hrzc97s7qtHCfU81XREnrYRQE8F_-z3MpeAorOWzAbLJ7_hi_LVhGvSTJ4rT7b78qtFW6f_2efrnu3mU-lg1Zn-KPZwzvhpx4sgQpMnPh2Ng/s1600/IMG_0661.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwDIvWJh2qO87QWEjn1u1PBykXV9Hrzc97s7qtHCfU81XREnrYRQE8F_-z3MpeAorOWzAbLJ7_hi_LVhGvSTJ4rT7b78qtFW6f_2efrnu3mU-lg1Zn-KPZwzvhpx4sgQpMnPh2Ng/s400/IMG_0661.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544714871681601938" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Also a phone cozy and little purse from Elizabeth Austen Andes wool.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyz6Rk4ORyf6XRj4Wa1RgR0SAHclO1Y6Hux86q4Vq8LbAwdGOjKDfevzfT72t7boclxRJ4JOmzKhve93PsC4d9m8Pz8X6zPev4sIL0U11LEZUvVK3r-WdB2GlXJbgXUA56_qMBbQ/s1600/IMG_0850.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyz6Rk4ORyf6XRj4Wa1RgR0SAHclO1Y6Hux86q4Vq8LbAwdGOjKDfevzfT72t7boclxRJ4JOmzKhve93PsC4d9m8Pz8X6zPev4sIL0U11LEZUvVK3r-WdB2GlXJbgXUA56_qMBbQ/s400/IMG_0850.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544715372826500722" border="0" /></a><br />We had a great time picking yarn. There is a charming <a href="http://purljamsf.com/2010/11/16/purl-jam-2010-stash-exchange/">account</a> and photos of the event on the PJ site.<br /><br />Here is the yarn I selected this year, from the practical to fancy yarns I have been wanting to try.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7xdBYGf-7OCXn7Eb6XMAxUmvHNNVObBCpGCGRjG_1Qz9-EC3ohEevDd4bR1DMEbVZTu-ORArfpDxGwAC8K9KcIDorxuh31GXTK-CVpKTC2E5mLadsWCbGDAXuYErkUmeO30EZDw/s1600/IMG_0785.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7xdBYGf-7OCXn7Eb6XMAxUmvHNNVObBCpGCGRjG_1Qz9-EC3ohEevDd4bR1DMEbVZTu-ORArfpDxGwAC8K9KcIDorxuh31GXTK-CVpKTC2E5mLadsWCbGDAXuYErkUmeO30EZDw/s400/IMG_0785.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544714245448654210" border="0" /></a>I took my tank top, this yarn, and a little sheep to a Golden Gate park for a photo shoot. Not only did I run into an acquaintance, I also roped a young man into taking photos of me. Fiber people are not weird!! And yes, I set up my tripod to take photos of myself at home. Don't we all?<br /><br />Beyond swapping yarn we exchanged handmade gifts. There was something for everyone, and a little bit extra for those who used all of last year's yarn, and used a lot of it. I received delicious baked goods, jam, a handbag, stitch markers, earrings, and two mugs designed especially for my collection. And they were all wrapped in pink fur. The baked goods did not last long enough for a photo.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ2UxbGru02U-AzuwxXfvhzYp1f1-CG-fOXyV33gGIW_yMG9j2VZqPphPzmDkRdm6IQ8bk9m5-Z4hl6gwums-Tpm57cJuGQo9ZGMQRVA1BZljTcY6rLQKVWU83alyezM1oRl9_kw/s1600/IMG_0837.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ2UxbGru02U-AzuwxXfvhzYp1f1-CG-fOXyV33gGIW_yMG9j2VZqPphPzmDkRdm6IQ8bk9m5-Z4hl6gwums-Tpm57cJuGQo9ZGMQRVA1BZljTcY6rLQKVWU83alyezM1oRl9_kw/s400/IMG_0837.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544717004244952978" border="0" /></a><br />Purl Jam is a very talented group. Talented, and just a bit competitive. But competitive in a way that makes us better knitters.<br /><br />I'm already working away at the new stash. The Sluggish Mushrooms were made with stash exchange yarn. And I made my one and only Christmas knit, a scarf which is going to St. Anthony's knit scarf drive, from exchange yarn, too.<br /><br />One last knitting thing, the One Sock a Month group was featured the new magazine <span style="font-style: italic;">Knitting Daily</span>. You can spot my rainbow fish sock <a href="http://purljamsf.com/2010/12/02/we%E2%80%99re-on-newsstands-now/">here</a> among the school of them.<div class="blogger-post-footer">RSS</div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267574121493345720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21364419.post-46218461773825994562010-11-28T13:59:00.000-08:002010-11-28T16:23:12.719-08:00Of Rain and Rainbows<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWyEuQ1vwkS8Yki7MhBNCJ_62t0Ee3LXu8uFrnEC3VmSs3C-wHnHQeuuffmh_J7WwLLlXCrjxLnylRAv7_2yXbR2Wv5VFd026TcW1DlX9XcFbZkBy0INuGGONAiMBeOHmuBaKXg/s1600/IMG_0914.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 182px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWyEuQ1vwkS8Yki7MhBNCJ_62t0Ee3LXu8uFrnEC3VmSs3C-wHnHQeuuffmh_J7WwLLlXCrjxLnylRAv7_2yXbR2Wv5VFd026TcW1DlX9XcFbZkBy0INuGGONAiMBeOHmuBaKXg/s400/IMG_0914.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544726661861830322" border="0" /></a>We just got back from a week's vacation. The morning we left it was raining, I went out early and took photos of this rainbow which spanned our neighborhood.<br /><br />We rented a house in Guerneville and friends and family came from far and wide for Thanksgiving (and wine tasting). I worked on a super secret knitting project, finished it and a scarf. Despite the dire predictions of rain, and my being sick, I rode my bike all but one day.<br /><br />No photos of the beautiful Armstrong redwoods but here's one of my bike camouflaging itself at the bike shop. This is only half of the pink-ness that is Stumptown Cycles.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTUasK8hFmU4CS0NLmVcQg2Y_wkO12kQyv5uJgtoLrFjaONcTYQmDUXVn1Ad8Bm1T_5os00tgacqsgsN1UpNmL_BqiDOgtyRwpSJ4LZHnsITLcd0L7Ru5d2ubAjNmrQKeFxXW6aQ/s1600/IMG_0949.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTUasK8hFmU4CS0NLmVcQg2Y_wkO12kQyv5uJgtoLrFjaONcTYQmDUXVn1Ad8Bm1T_5os00tgacqsgsN1UpNmL_BqiDOgtyRwpSJ4LZHnsITLcd0L7Ru5d2ubAjNmrQKeFxXW6aQ/s400/IMG_0949.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544725342701238082" border="0" /></a><br />Thanksgiving is not my holiday. Although I love pie, I don't like eating turkey, the glorification of overeating, or football. Not to mention the whole Indian/Pilgrim issue. Despite the day not being significant for me I found myself missing people who are gone. My father, who has been gone since 2001 and those we lost this year, my grandpa, and my aunt Etta.<br /><br />I never could bring myself to write about her passing in September. She was my clean-living, non-smoking, favorite aunt and she died of lung cancer.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1fTZed_3VW0OSKMeV23krmPYfK_cl914e08YTJJAIt80KHnNwmN0mFO_M5QM-wlpmAPK1UsChcTvRN0B9fQc17wC6-N4LRojZ7Zf4JwIkDBH0fKMVuwzQYKyS6qIsYenzhAXzFA/s1600/auntetta.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1fTZed_3VW0OSKMeV23krmPYfK_cl914e08YTJJAIt80KHnNwmN0mFO_M5QM-wlpmAPK1UsChcTvRN0B9fQc17wC6-N4LRojZ7Zf4JwIkDBH0fKMVuwzQYKyS6qIsYenzhAXzFA/s400/auntetta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544737951294029122" border="0" /></a><br />K and I took the train up to Albany where the memorial service was held. It was too soon after grandpa, and too soon to be losing my aunt. The next day we went to the cemetery where my grandma and grandpa are to add the date of his death. I had never been there before. It was raining and I debated bringing K. He had questions like "will we be dead if we go there?" and "will we dig them up?"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3-_XfJrRJYyjG1NxDsIjBp73ilLjfuIWXtcJZ7szn5i-NXTDjtXRRgauOeVJv99XVDqtcjH5D4yi4WM8e5i5X2PFk8CExYKjHUhoRkrSnz7lu1JHi8EYvbpYXREOtY5x-ULLKfw/s1600/IMG_0575.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3-_XfJrRJYyjG1NxDsIjBp73ilLjfuIWXtcJZ7szn5i-NXTDjtXRRgauOeVJv99XVDqtcjH5D4yi4WM8e5i5X2PFk8CExYKjHUhoRkrSnz7lu1JHi8EYvbpYXREOtY5x-ULLKfw/s400/IMG_0575.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544727423999754946" border="0" /></a><br />It was low-key and fine. We caught the train the next morning and K cried over leaving his cousins.<br /><br />Back to Thanksgiving in Guerneville. A lot of the trip involved scenes like this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheFBPjQunkygzfsMa9-5lHCtPyy_Cao44r3M-m6XG3EXgggJteNLDtZPCJ2ZSmx4dA2NpMuPIumf-FnvwOEs3-Eow6hVz1cLt1zQCKtJ_I69lr3681Trt3C08WOT4AYRQY8RmpjA/s1600/L1100347.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheFBPjQunkygzfsMa9-5lHCtPyy_Cao44r3M-m6XG3EXgggJteNLDtZPCJ2ZSmx4dA2NpMuPIumf-FnvwOEs3-Eow6hVz1cLt1zQCKtJ_I69lr3681Trt3C08WOT4AYRQY8RmpjA/s400/L1100347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544741702431822066" border="0" /></a>My darling child had been home from school sick the whole previous week. He also woke up between 4:30 and 6:00 every day of vacation. We still love him.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHbtGS2CkUEXXDMBHfp1nTmvNoAqLnwsmd87pjRP1uGXQGzhBGui9Z19smd1Y4y4kdliP7jIteElRWz5lxoCl-zXP9gLvI9phC9BmspUPaJyrnWCK6yVVE3RjFDYURWizb_LugKA/s1600/IMG_0975.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHbtGS2CkUEXXDMBHfp1nTmvNoAqLnwsmd87pjRP1uGXQGzhBGui9Z19smd1Y4y4kdliP7jIteElRWz5lxoCl-zXP9gLvI9phC9BmspUPaJyrnWCK6yVVE3RjFDYURWizb_LugKA/s400/IMG_0975.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544750283586456818" border="0" /></a><br />One afternoon I rode out around the bend to see this rainbow over the vineyard. The next day we saw a double rainbow coming back from Sebastapol.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8uVuhg1Um6XHPVgKNHxc4X11kBK2GNwp3rls3XyS_AfMdgIN3AF6atcHzYYwVv4XreCT6IKIKe1r0VjtRX-UwS61zNUEchLnVLlh_akQnaK2WdzvQjLORYP4hsXZ6jicsx6kPg/s1600/IMG_0943.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8uVuhg1Um6XHPVgKNHxc4X11kBK2GNwp3rls3XyS_AfMdgIN3AF6atcHzYYwVv4XreCT6IKIKe1r0VjtRX-UwS61zNUEchLnVLlh_akQnaK2WdzvQjLORYP4hsXZ6jicsx6kPg/s400/IMG_0943.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544725026159728978" border="0" /></a>This post is all over the place but I have to mention that during the sick week, when I was wondering how I was going to make it, this fine fellow arrived.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7esnhhQe9-g15eKWAu0kGGzrgCLKLn99ECnS7sW1ufyZrS_W7aZokJ_5NNu9GLBr6YnaWIVO7ko0LVTuNFj7V-DaJ_dV-b9_IBaSqNNw0lBmYQ3d2GFBHHaa4qeYZ8bpWt-zptw/s1600/IMG_0884.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7esnhhQe9-g15eKWAu0kGGzrgCLKLn99ECnS7sW1ufyZrS_W7aZokJ_5NNu9GLBr6YnaWIVO7ko0LVTuNFj7V-DaJ_dV-b9_IBaSqNNw0lBmYQ3d2GFBHHaa4qeYZ8bpWt-zptw/s400/IMG_0884.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544726351341011586" border="0" /></a>He came bearing gifts of rainbow wool and more.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-uLfTldgKotGe153tZEoPxSgjad_U9i02-k4GlcOGoJCnRRnosREC9uOPJciNZHU4ICivIXURqUC_Y6pPAxaGzn6xDUs0YIg8jJOS6D3O-VohY3dqMieFE5vOXBLe3E5quUzsJw/s1600/IMG_0891.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-uLfTldgKotGe153tZEoPxSgjad_U9i02-k4GlcOGoJCnRRnosREC9uOPJciNZHU4ICivIXURqUC_Y6pPAxaGzn6xDUs0YIg8jJOS6D3O-VohY3dqMieFE5vOXBLe3E5quUzsJw/s400/IMG_0891.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544726357130190082" border="0" /></a><br />We came back to our apartment to settle back into the routine and culture shock of an old kitchen and small space. I found out that the pastor who confirmed me, Howard Kreiselmeyer, had passed away. He was also too young.<br /><br />Rain and rainbows, that's how it goes.<div class="blogger-post-footer">RSS</div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267574121493345720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21364419.post-41431169420898422852010-11-09T08:01:00.000-08:002010-11-09T08:01:00.760-08:00Craftacular<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-vFQlkSGy9bvRRDdJA7i_UpBufpbSQbZoUAp19nCVVSRcJw2aYEq2_YLX9d8SArL1lOuK8I4qo0wVxmfJ0pp6wkAvBTJZGfvrvciTSQTul3VAi1rUrG61vYYAr4RmKF1sdULu9A/s1600/IMG_0790.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-vFQlkSGy9bvRRDdJA7i_UpBufpbSQbZoUAp19nCVVSRcJw2aYEq2_YLX9d8SArL1lOuK8I4qo0wVxmfJ0pp6wkAvBTJZGfvrvciTSQTul3VAi1rUrG61vYYAr4RmKF1sdULu9A/s400/IMG_0790.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537392292997797330" border="0" /></a><br />I have been doing all kinds of crafty things the past couple months. I did my first yarn bombing, which you can read about on my knitting group's <a href="http://purljamsf.com/2010/10/22/adventures-in-yarn-bombing/">web site</a>.<br /><br />Next was a stop at Lambtown in Dixon on the way to Sacramento for the Princess Promenade. I only stayed for an hour, kind of checking things out for next year. I was missing Hardly Strictly Bluegrass here in S.F., so I was thrilled to see a band, "Matt and George and their Pleasant Valley Boys", perform. I grabbed a Miller Lite and sat a spell.<br /><br />There were a ton of great vendors, both familiar and new. I would like to take a class next year.<br /><br />I did not visit the alpacas.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOSSt7lyCAk-ZlfbSm-MOvxOOlEDKADZWKtTq-qbR91uAzdmRxTh_uNNApsDpA8c2ITsHgfQW6dc4Z0TZRVJmij4MZpevP7jkfQRraTq7lCQ7mZWg4DrdVLKayfri2zudEuwk66g/s1600/IMG_0547.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOSSt7lyCAk-ZlfbSm-MOvxOOlEDKADZWKtTq-qbR91uAzdmRxTh_uNNApsDpA8c2ITsHgfQW6dc4Z0TZRVJmij4MZpevP7jkfQRraTq7lCQ7mZWg4DrdVLKayfri2zudEuwk66g/s400/IMG_0547.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537385729632279042" border="0" /></a><br />Or participate in any eating contests.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_CDdIrnAl4bTD1r8RCDbbfqon_z3qcTiQUVX1JyqJzv-ClLnjVYLVyMHy_Mk_5ekWjXc9nSba91mj-pgHaAUv71HA7XmRu73P7uN923kiU7NSbsC0rGDnHj3h0AnZ1Lq59RPabA/s1600/IMG_0541.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_CDdIrnAl4bTD1r8RCDbbfqon_z3qcTiQUVX1JyqJzv-ClLnjVYLVyMHy_Mk_5ekWjXc9nSba91mj-pgHaAUv71HA7XmRu73P7uN923kiU7NSbsC0rGDnHj3h0AnZ1Lq59RPabA/s400/IMG_0541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537385732568810738" border="0" /></a><br />I made some gnomes. One for a Ravelry gnome swap and the other for my knitting group's stash exchange extravaganza. We made non-knitted gifts for each other, but more about that on a later, knitting post. The delightful pattern is from <a href="http://www.weewonderfuls.com/store/">Wee Wonderfuls</a>. It is easy to do, but a little fiddly since you have to keep changing thread to match each piece.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1MwHsfZfX5gWfR3sPlnMB2wMh9bcygHLejbWqxpVzDteQjLN5msdfX_nA8y5UGFlRtj7y-WOkuuqlPM6Y8BEGR9BZZsVYb6IfUHgKH9N-3wKFr7ibCMaPmt9dTAYBBJXZ5ET8qg/s1600/IMG_0722.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1MwHsfZfX5gWfR3sPlnMB2wMh9bcygHLejbWqxpVzDteQjLN5msdfX_nA8y5UGFlRtj7y-WOkuuqlPM6Y8BEGR9BZZsVYb6IfUHgKH9N-3wKFr7ibCMaPmt9dTAYBBJXZ5ET8qg/s400/IMG_0722.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537393628304302498" border="0" /></a><br />I made mushroom drawstring gift bags and they have both gone to new homes. The boy was named Olaf.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj88bSp0J5I4w18fgQQcjJitKNsLJOD8Yy5HO8ZjKNUA8oncq-0rAPzQfD5ONFURbnLwn_drdjPrLUVHfd3a9rUHV81n6OTeQD1Ov2pVuvsjSuQzNMXN3HF7wNA-jPP8dCCm1SjbA/s1600/IMG_0720.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj88bSp0J5I4w18fgQQcjJitKNsLJOD8Yy5HO8ZjKNUA8oncq-0rAPzQfD5ONFURbnLwn_drdjPrLUVHfd3a9rUHV81n6OTeQD1Ov2pVuvsjSuQzNMXN3HF7wNA-jPP8dCCm1SjbA/s400/IMG_0720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537393633428985858" border="0" /></a><br />Meanwhile we were working away on a Halloween costume for K. He wanted to be an exact replica of his robot, Lilliput. We starting saving parts in September and waited and waited for the right size cardboard box to show up. Some yellow gaffer's tape and a Sharpie's worth of ink later it was almost ready. K decided it needed red glitter glue, so it was.<br /><br />He was thrilled with the costume.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB7Si5jZ2x-k0_ELlo4cNc9LtF2hzfBABhsJ1iNDdH5NqxxvbVcl0IjHK6k4vT3evDeMKTgTWyOlZpp1xKWbHvjEdFWFTsJa71UnAbkK-29VMq698QkANc8xB8abCi6Qyzto74KA/s1600/IMG_0694.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB7Si5jZ2x-k0_ELlo4cNc9LtF2hzfBABhsJ1iNDdH5NqxxvbVcl0IjHK6k4vT3evDeMKTgTWyOlZpp1xKWbHvjEdFWFTsJa71UnAbkK-29VMq698QkANc8xB8abCi6Qyzto74KA/s400/IMG_0694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537391602811055458" border="0" /></a><br />Click on this to see the boy holding the toy. Please note I even replicated the typefaces.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZGX2-0iT1Hl4gGh_BXHKldGY6iq7iFLHFg623NdxPctewD8QAr0Fx-Hk52YsgRuHbZMq5ECqMNISJdwUxRBYm1-nmF09TWBhSMzlsEFQir0lx4Ojzxz7Xf2Kdl5D07vLAcpknbg/s1600/IMG_0699.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZGX2-0iT1Hl4gGh_BXHKldGY6iq7iFLHFg623NdxPctewD8QAr0Fx-Hk52YsgRuHbZMq5ECqMNISJdwUxRBYm1-nmF09TWBhSMzlsEFQir0lx4Ojzxz7Xf2Kdl5D07vLAcpknbg/s400/IMG_0699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537391615076065762" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAVrhMTCQzljLWjKBHRepK9GGgwx2s7bwgbW7gJqCYpv1dmOyltJ3E9wzkT6jZq7iwrUItGJCCazC1CXvyQkPAjYaa_5dqrgpzFcMBOvmgdSKGS5x32WCVnq7u3XkAK6EBu5SnfQ/s1600/IMG_0697.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAVrhMTCQzljLWjKBHRepK9GGgwx2s7bwgbW7gJqCYpv1dmOyltJ3E9wzkT6jZq7iwrUItGJCCazC1CXvyQkPAjYaa_5dqrgpzFcMBOvmgdSKGS5x32WCVnq7u3XkAK6EBu5SnfQ/s400/IMG_0697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537393624444399954" border="0" /></a><br />I finally did some needlefelting. I made the sheep at the top of the post, Miss Merlot, out of Babydoll fleece and mohair.<br /><br />And there has been knitting. That requires another post.<div class="blogger-post-footer">RSS</div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267574121493345720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21364419.post-32241871595714437982010-11-08T18:23:00.000-08:002010-11-08T19:13:22.299-08:00Biketacular<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicj2qFQCOASu2sm-AdiNXU7pkUkbC6_cg1wHBszY5bLYyC_B6BIHlhrYLl14il4hZheShuzUfIywVjhpD-WzwjG1qI5saJiOEd01Lo8ee6QxgyDu4pSe0EpzLiAr54XfLGMVA0cQ/s1600/IMG_0555.jpg"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicj2qFQCOASu2sm-AdiNXU7pkUkbC6_cg1wHBszY5bLYyC_B6BIHlhrYLl14il4hZheShuzUfIywVjhpD-WzwjG1qI5saJiOEd01Lo8ee6QxgyDu4pSe0EpzLiAr54XfLGMVA0cQ/s1600/IMG_0555.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicj2qFQCOASu2sm-AdiNXU7pkUkbC6_cg1wHBszY5bLYyC_B6BIHlhrYLl14il4hZheShuzUfIywVjhpD-WzwjG1qI5saJiOEd01Lo8ee6QxgyDu4pSe0EpzLiAr54XfLGMVA0cQ/s400/IMG_0555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537370726032045138" border="0" /></a><br />I rode the Princess Promenade last month in Sacramento with my sister J. It was 55 miles and she really pushed me to go faster than I would have. It was thankfully cool. One of the high points was seeing wild turkeys on the trail. One of the low points was driving around looking for Denney's and getting stuck in Old Town Sacramento. I should know better. I also discovered that all La Quintas are not created equal.<br /><br />It was great to get away for a night, and spend time with Miss J. Instead of patches they give out medals at the end. Kind of neat. I would do this ride again, but it is a long way to go. Hopefully it will coincide with Lambtown again.<br /><br />By the way, they had a chocolate fountain.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYjqNKieI04MhakIjmHTl2LvgFaK0REiplNDBYxYi172cg-9cPKSjFbzYMrdcmvGZquiJD6mYu04ftMXd-MmLQJyuYhtRKRFWDmHeQZmy3hqpZzRs0Z2nOmFcWMVMuhM1bRkaXig/s1600/IMG_0552.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYjqNKieI04MhakIjmHTl2LvgFaK0REiplNDBYxYi172cg-9cPKSjFbzYMrdcmvGZquiJD6mYu04ftMXd-MmLQJyuYhtRKRFWDmHeQZmy3hqpZzRs0Z2nOmFcWMVMuhM1bRkaXig/s400/IMG_0552.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537382415379528466" border="0" /></a><br />The bike season is winding down, and I've started running. Not sure if I want to start doing 5Ks again. I need to see what's coming up.<br /><br />It was good to do organized rides again. It really is challenging to find the time to train to do the long rides. The Cinderella is on April 2nd. If I could keep up with 30 mile rides now training for that wouldn't be so bad. We shall see.<div class="blogger-post-footer">RSS</div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267574121493345720noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21364419.post-79407870826304204012010-09-19T15:08:00.000-07:002010-09-19T16:25:29.023-07:0023 Mosquito Bites...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOE9cOgye_X0Xb1VrVtimfVfuk9uqb-s4bsPzhYYRrKdjRZj8RGkkdok7xzeTLVG_8UvqBlkFbXZvgsxf4d0hgdYvlXS5OD1DwLkYoVj44c0WBD2PD7unKTmGsErK_x2YJ9NAAoQ/s1600/IMG_0426.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOE9cOgye_X0Xb1VrVtimfVfuk9uqb-s4bsPzhYYRrKdjRZj8RGkkdok7xzeTLVG_8UvqBlkFbXZvgsxf4d0hgdYvlXS5OD1DwLkYoVj44c0WBD2PD7unKTmGsErK_x2YJ9NAAoQ/s400/IMG_0426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518752873234885922" border="0" /></a><br />...and one new hat.<br /><br />That's what I got during our trip in Mendocino County. The main draw for me is the California Wool & Fiber Festival, but also Navarro Winery, the County Fair, and camping, too.<br /><br />The hat says "Country Music Kicks Butt". The beautiful wool is from <a href="http://thecolorsofnature.com/index.html">Colors of Nature</a> in Davis.<br /><br />We brought home an awful lot of dirt. I got 23 mosquito bites, the others got none, go figure. Our handknit sweaters came in handy since I forgot to bring pillows. Many s'mores were eaten. It rained this morning but we were prepared to haul out first thing anyway.<br /><br />It was a great trip, we had a lot of fun. The weather was cool, but the rain held off until today. The partiers must have been scared off by the rain, we got good sleep this time. My son got a sparkly rose painted on his face:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZSINyiAa1SXopS5JwtaoEojWvONBsbwObv2sUUqov78KnJuQmKDLbfqwCPKFepB4F2bOixdQ0uEssqcWks5EHTMOUD2lq5Ily1Mw8SunBHDnFw39Vv9G4TakfmuGhPwNwA_gIRA/s1600/IMG_0394.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 177px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZSINyiAa1SXopS5JwtaoEojWvONBsbwObv2sUUqov78KnJuQmKDLbfqwCPKFepB4F2bOixdQ0uEssqcWks5EHTMOUD2lq5Ily1Mw8SunBHDnFw39Vv9G4TakfmuGhPwNwA_gIRA/s400/IMG_0394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518768530364519954" border="0" /></a><br /><br />********<br /><br />In other fiber news, I finished my Rainbow Swedish Fish Socks a week or so ago.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDhZL_bl20DwC869-siG6ZmaTKnfp7a1cujxg-0g0L37kZEpROR5tldu1yrNMgEk1t8yYGytOYH8-bY5VOYETp5Frt_8yOonomCp9tt2H0ffddXxC_Xffa3KjeUjtHFTB0kllG1Q/s1600/IMG_0327.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDhZL_bl20DwC869-siG6ZmaTKnfp7a1cujxg-0g0L37kZEpROR5tldu1yrNMgEk1t8yYGytOYH8-bY5VOYETp5Frt_8yOonomCp9tt2H0ffddXxC_Xffa3KjeUjtHFTB0kllG1Q/s400/IMG_0327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518765654577306354" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKgm1nsh2EEiaAb6DhVsceefOhXw-SeBMOiALKoXFflroOYlpY4YMXDPgLUA8eEtOGYhzm6FEtXXOZ3pBWld6QrZkLHdiYGKlxzhaA13YmqvpN85DiKorRmgkpgGy-YtK8pBVNig/s1600/IMG_0318.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKgm1nsh2EEiaAb6DhVsceefOhXw-SeBMOiALKoXFflroOYlpY4YMXDPgLUA8eEtOGYhzm6FEtXXOZ3pBWld6QrZkLHdiYGKlxzhaA13YmqvpN85DiKorRmgkpgGy-YtK8pBVNig/s400/IMG_0318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518765641020036978" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-nIe5UzPrtJzLc3TSXQeNXCuo5j1HcCi9azIhi9W3m1AUC-pWuy8PswybY0PtsbKYQAPKQSOPWpQCqmTG5tKGmYoKYvyQ5teqT-4sWBXvFg3KP0NKw3cqv1jCpQSHB7VjUYinIQ/s1600/IMG_0319.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 122px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-nIe5UzPrtJzLc3TSXQeNXCuo5j1HcCi9azIhi9W3m1AUC-pWuy8PswybY0PtsbKYQAPKQSOPWpQCqmTG5tKGmYoKYvyQ5teqT-4sWBXvFg3KP0NKw3cqv1jCpQSHB7VjUYinIQ/s400/IMG_0319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518765638218936754" border="0" /></a>They were the July-Aug KAL of the San Francisco One-Sock-A-Month group. Here is a group shot. Yes, on mine each row of fish was a different yarn so I had over 30 ends per sock to weave.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3lagwG1r2VJwQmiR75Qu1mdoat2vYi2vZE5chyC_4_7DDWYlEFxrtqidU6sUb7O5lnLt9Bwt0_i8xMuiTOmcqFIJWDHn90CkQsfWLv0YspISKwWTqyfKkyZmutEjITDDQUphPaw/s1600/IMG_0312.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3lagwG1r2VJwQmiR75Qu1mdoat2vYi2vZE5chyC_4_7DDWYlEFxrtqidU6sUb7O5lnLt9Bwt0_i8xMuiTOmcqFIJWDHn90CkQsfWLv0YspISKwWTqyfKkyZmutEjITDDQUphPaw/s400/IMG_0312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518765629138180786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxLQv4zjfhkCFk_I_v12B2zxt0TD5bucdnnflHiC-MLk16v6HTtBy_csrQD3qK-Gk9RhZ-wloIB48IKKxGDwUBrZ_ms1ZH3Xx43B1KDlVhwIwexqyOfPTu-k90FRjO_XeqF2zfxg/s1600/IMG_0247.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxLQv4zjfhkCFk_I_v12B2zxt0TD5bucdnnflHiC-MLk16v6HTtBy_csrQD3qK-Gk9RhZ-wloIB48IKKxGDwUBrZ_ms1ZH3Xx43B1KDlVhwIwexqyOfPTu-k90FRjO_XeqF2zfxg/s400/IMG_0247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518768538258614674" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The current KAL is Shur'tugal which translates to Dragonslayer. I'm doing them in Wollmeise WD Granatapfal, a fire-y color.<br /><br />On October 1st I'm starting another Ravelry Knit and Read-A-Long, Frankensocks. The group is reading Frankenstein and making socks from our leftovers. Here are mine:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpqntXsOuLeErISuOs9Ik8MOtylFGeHPJ9DwtwUFS4FCy-C0rP46RjACTmZsgRDMocNmO2W78NKStRPUY19QoHBR2F1bq532GVe6gmaHBAP0hYevtNgotFywOfc_pwSpxpRl29Dg/s1600/IMG_0271.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 177px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpqntXsOuLeErISuOs9Ik8MOtylFGeHPJ9DwtwUFS4FCy-C0rP46RjACTmZsgRDMocNmO2W78NKStRPUY19QoHBR2F1bq532GVe6gmaHBAP0hYevtNgotFywOfc_pwSpxpRl29Dg/s400/IMG_0271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518765626112724002" border="0" /></a><br />Last Sunday was a crazy day. I got on the road at 6:15 for a 30 mile training ride. Then I rushed to sock group. Finally I caught the streetcar out to our Daughters of Norway meeting. We got a needlefelting lesson. I really want to do more needlefelting. My sister gave me a coordinated kit, and I traded with someone for a box of colors. We made hedgehogs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY84Exot1aLKj-fh_zsa6FsAv0iSzouyYC2QCwaY16Jyrwzj88V5-P1RX8AgRUMyfA7cFVymHj7AD72e_t0GzBLMZE_GVy6Oj7cYPMP6l2pNlofp_v7oMbdeAnUHbBFItbsAJLeA/s1600/IMG_0341.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 156px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY84Exot1aLKj-fh_zsa6FsAv0iSzouyYC2QCwaY16Jyrwzj88V5-P1RX8AgRUMyfA7cFVymHj7AD72e_t0GzBLMZE_GVy6Oj7cYPMP6l2pNlofp_v7oMbdeAnUHbBFItbsAJLeA/s400/IMG_0341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518768540448090802" border="0" /></a><br />Have I mentioned that I'm very occasionally working at <a href="http://www.urbanfaunastudio.com/">Urban Fauna Studio</a>? I have keys to a fiber store, watch out!<div class="blogger-post-footer">RSS</div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267574121493345720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21364419.post-61438352109420336042010-08-26T19:19:00.000-07:002010-08-26T20:18:17.117-07:00My Favorite Things...... are pink<br /><br />When presented with the challenge of knitting my rejected sari silk yarn, my friend Erica knit a pouch, and then gave it to me. The hot pink bow makes is especially awesome. I hope her hands have recovered.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSXK12JQag4rqVoDhWGkvFADdJ5gSElWlarpPh6j95WJKY-Dz8e15CUf9usVKXpWlCpsrJl7cFgJuD_FhoCgLLNZkazNGmzHjostk4FbZfLhrAe4ykdUDNycaY_uVRpAwrn-b7Mg/s1600/Photo+110.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSXK12JQag4rqVoDhWGkvFADdJ5gSElWlarpPh6j95WJKY-Dz8e15CUf9usVKXpWlCpsrJl7cFgJuD_FhoCgLLNZkazNGmzHjostk4FbZfLhrAe4ykdUDNycaY_uVRpAwrn-b7Mg/s400/Photo+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509920585125986082" border="0" /></a><br />I love this cyclist!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicIw5AL6CMv84tzdXBMTKOkYngcMurd47f7_IPmL4FeHA6HjGHiDR130PM2-LZ9GPKEE1Wyyl0-FlMdQVY4pKpAA_KfLuLCI2eev-nhMeVXpOzPECPB99p8mMi1oUR9KnJCNsXqA/s1600/IMG_0235.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicIw5AL6CMv84tzdXBMTKOkYngcMurd47f7_IPmL4FeHA6HjGHiDR130PM2-LZ9GPKEE1Wyyl0-FlMdQVY4pKpAA_KfLuLCI2eev-nhMeVXpOzPECPB99p8mMi1oUR9KnJCNsXqA/s400/IMG_0235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509919894865819730" border="0" /></a><br />Speaking of bikes, I've got a new addition to my pink one, a coconut drink holder. Perfect for a coffee cup, or, I suspect, a beer can.<br /><br />(I just Googled this item, and was thrilled to find it described as "super tacky". Don't worry, I didn't pay $25 for it, it came from a clearance bin in of all places, Moscow, Idaho. Where you can ride on the sidewalks legally.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiME5Xe6QPfqFeRPNzKKHEVPQRwboY7O2KDKCX97qM2Xi0z_BBBClshNzrrHNjtxC5KA1pebNGQtA7_OCKz_JdKER2aRp-S22GCmaEUwYM9_9xlUPRJqhym2bykCToUjX3ykd00FQ/s1600/IMG_0240.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiME5Xe6QPfqFeRPNzKKHEVPQRwboY7O2KDKCX97qM2Xi0z_BBBClshNzrrHNjtxC5KA1pebNGQtA7_OCKz_JdKER2aRp-S22GCmaEUwYM9_9xlUPRJqhym2bykCToUjX3ykd00FQ/s400/IMG_0240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509919890586757714" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">RSS</div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267574121493345720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21364419.post-58662958560404118742010-08-24T15:15:00.000-07:002010-08-24T15:23:04.570-07:00The Past Six Months<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJAbRsM8HuZyM5j-0Fc7tj2MT2zvC5J8F8BkL01WCzAvZBDjVDelRC-C2Ikg8i6xG2tZon8gwMpmRdhLSxqKmJIe0nPfRzdDhFM0_UsZFVyACfBjMHUeqD3WN6wbb_jiaup-56Gw/s1600/IMG_5320.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJAbRsM8HuZyM5j-0Fc7tj2MT2zvC5J8F8BkL01WCzAvZBDjVDelRC-C2Ikg8i6xG2tZon8gwMpmRdhLSxqKmJIe0nPfRzdDhFM0_UsZFVyACfBjMHUeqD3WN6wbb_jiaup-56Gw/s400/IMG_5320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509102771996420882" border="0" /></a><br />I just posted a big <a href="http://thevikingprincess.blogspot.com/2010/08/heat-wave.html">knitting update</a>. It was so long that I'm doing an update of my fabulous life here separately.<br /><br />I just looked through the archives. Did I really not post about my birthday? In February? Not only did I attend Stitches West and take a Bohus class I got fabulous gifts.<br /><br />First, Teekay knit me the fabulous viking helmet pictured above. Pink braids, can you believe it? Whenever I wear it people want to know where to buy one or if I will knit them one? (You can't and No).<br /><br />I also got yarn, fiber, homemade goodies, and babysitting coupons. I know my husband got me something good, but I can't remember. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjHMGJGAMkikGqmNLQS1VpnAIFshig43r2V7qar6Zq-I2rekqDvfHxEHkzDF4kTdstCWbECzoxk4N4VO6dt6LS9LrWHb3pUhN-KFsW4PP1MnjPh66GmwAnipBc0BJUoAg0JJlDEw/s1600/IMG_5329.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 158px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjHMGJGAMkikGqmNLQS1VpnAIFshig43r2V7qar6Zq-I2rekqDvfHxEHkzDF4kTdstCWbECzoxk4N4VO6dt6LS9LrWHb3pUhN-KFsW4PP1MnjPh66GmwAnipBc0BJUoAg0JJlDEw/s400/IMG_5329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509102786175183442" border="0" /></a><br /><br />***<br /><br />K. went to camp at his school all summer, we had just a few weeks off. The school year started back up yesterday. Last week was a parent work week to get the school cleaned up. I volunteered to go to the dump. The guy who gave me masks in the past and sometimes helps me unload checked me in. He commented on all my pink stuff - shirt, mug, bottle, phone. Too bad I didn't have my hardhat on. Glad someone appreciates it.<br /><br />We took a road trip to Newport, Oregon over 4th of July and I finally met my sister-in-law and two nephews who flew out from Kentucky. I tried to do Tour de Fleece but it just didn't happen this year. We only have basic cable, so I couldn't watch the race, which just made me sad. I did spin on the trip, though.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgum21f5m-6McNBuuTYkuMVmDQjZEcErVGHX1ua8HBmhGmQazNxLk8o3jZrQVKBtmhOGd7ttDOBbBAKpyS7oYpK48ZB_bh1t4T_CLLnNMM89vSnnOt_g9xDmhd-2zwdfsKnpSLVbw/s1600/Photo+97.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgum21f5m-6McNBuuTYkuMVmDQjZEcErVGHX1ua8HBmhGmQazNxLk8o3jZrQVKBtmhOGd7ttDOBbBAKpyS7oYpK48ZB_bh1t4T_CLLnNMM89vSnnOt_g9xDmhd-2zwdfsKnpSLVbw/s400/Photo+97.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509085284491661666" border="0" /></a><br />We drove home along the Umpqua River. Here's a photo of us at an Elk viewing area. Yeah, I know. They are there, behind us, trust me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge6YpJaHeNlju-dEp6MI6g25WhVlFJNUbBbFArfahwU8fm-9bov_w-y6PorADQBMoV754gM5w-yFrMXbeRxo5i-Hkv_MgN9ME6p9T2AhBnUA47uXHxRA5Llj_vvc3kTqU6VmfQaw/s1600/Photo+102.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge6YpJaHeNlju-dEp6MI6g25WhVlFJNUbBbFArfahwU8fm-9bov_w-y6PorADQBMoV754gM5w-yFrMXbeRxo5i-Hkv_MgN9ME6p9T2AhBnUA47uXHxRA5Llj_vvc3kTqU6VmfQaw/s400/Photo+102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509085264323540338" border="0" /></a><br />In July I was lucky enough to be a delegate from my lodge to the Daughters of Norway Convention in Costa Mesa. What fun to meet so many Sisters (and see so many bunads). My sister was an alternate delegate from her lodge, so we roomed together. It was a full trip with a rosemaling class, business meetings, marching, and banquets. My kid did great with mom gone for three nights.<br /><br />The day I got back K had his 4th birthday. We had a family dinner, a bowling party, and a "birthday circle" at school. Tons of fun, and he is enjoying going to others' parties, too.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig-r_68Cl2PUtLJ9VangPNZl8mq7lv108QtZQUkDzzu4WffMgAtbhytCmziD5M9avVgkVmHGcs9vE0gCW4Ob-Y9oEyyOzI_6F1L3DVTUl0ruo5VFJeuar7eRn5H5Sw2uZDi4y4QA/s1600/IMG_0021_2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig-r_68Cl2PUtLJ9VangPNZl8mq7lv108QtZQUkDzzu4WffMgAtbhytCmziD5M9avVgkVmHGcs9vE0gCW4Ob-Y9oEyyOzI_6F1L3DVTUl0ruo5VFJeuar7eRn5H5Sw2uZDi4y4QA/s400/IMG_0021_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509091019106447554" border="0" /></a>***<br /><br />On the bike front I did the Tour de Peninsula a few weeks ago. This time a 31 miler with some good climbing. I've come a long way since <a href="http://thevikingprincess.blogspot.com/2009/08/tour-de-peninsula.html">last year</a>. I haven't been riding a whole lot, but need to ramp up for the 55-mile <a href="http://www.princesspromenade.com/">Princess Promenade</a> in Sacramento October 3rd. Look at the <a href="http://www.princesspromenade.com/princess-store.php">jersey</a>, how could I not do it?<br /><br />Of course lots of other stuff has gone on. I wish I would blog more often. But I keep breaking cameras so I think that has been holding me back.<div class="blogger-post-footer">RSS</div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267574121493345720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21364419.post-58681123491227199802010-08-24T13:24:00.000-07:002010-08-24T15:04:41.038-07:00Heat WaveOur summer is finally here in San Francisco and I am sweltering. The perfect time to finish languishing mittens, no?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTLE5OeUHPrhA-HTdP4bzXDjLx84aZ7IURQa6EIX062I-GRBustL6bNLA_vtFALa8tFtJsdlpZE6ZKkYCeC5Ht1-SWwAmW8h60aBYzAUfpZ1hE1_bmhCMCOZyxvNJnpZy_1Z5YHw/s1600/IMG_0232.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 145px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTLE5OeUHPrhA-HTdP4bzXDjLx84aZ7IURQa6EIX062I-GRBustL6bNLA_vtFALa8tFtJsdlpZE6ZKkYCeC5Ht1-SWwAmW8h60aBYzAUfpZ1hE1_bmhCMCOZyxvNJnpZy_1Z5YHw/s400/IMG_0232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509083430861212754" border="0" /></a><br />These are <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/snow-chains-mittens">Snow Chains Mittens</a> designed by my friend Jessica. I started them way back in January or February, I think.<br /><br />Last week I finished this stole. The pattern is called <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/fairy-leaves-pooling-stole">Fairy Leaves</a>, by the pooling genius, <a href="http://yarnfloozies.blogspot.com/">Gladys We</a>. She has come up with quite a few projects that allow you force variegated yarn to pool into orderly stripes. It took two days of swatching for me to get the right stitch count to use this Shaeffer Anne yarn. And then it took forever to knit, including ripping out several inches in a moving vehicle with no lifeline.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX7K-tOCuYJf19WRDiSPzueKeGQd2wyUKqeOxpqxxiquvBDmxW9jWEctd9596vDKgP_P-dMuGOXBP6-kguJQxIcZ27kbrQxV7jNlJ1PYBZ3mwJ3SPQQqDsNbd0zgmhyphenhyphengltQmLRWw/s1600/IMG_0187.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX7K-tOCuYJf19WRDiSPzueKeGQd2wyUKqeOxpqxxiquvBDmxW9jWEctd9596vDKgP_P-dMuGOXBP6-kguJQxIcZ27kbrQxV7jNlJ1PYBZ3mwJ3SPQQqDsNbd0zgmhyphenhyphengltQmLRWw/s400/IMG_0187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509083445183056210" border="0" /></a><br />This knit tulips were for K.'s teacher. She taught them a Japanese song about tulips, red, yellow, and white.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYKZnSOUh834f6d6C94o6uDu7MJj_pnBBoMtF-V0sZgxyrscCr-UHRyfw36s1LuDhusT_LF_vlWBqR_9bgu7fzaW9XlvnFSCkXH06v99CGgSQe3aqGrY4QFbqXCCTtLApQZphLJw/s1600/IMG_0192.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYKZnSOUh834f6d6C94o6uDu7MJj_pnBBoMtF-V0sZgxyrscCr-UHRyfw36s1LuDhusT_LF_vlWBqR_9bgu7fzaW9XlvnFSCkXH06v99CGgSQe3aqGrY4QFbqXCCTtLApQZphLJw/s400/IMG_0192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509083437930574306" border="0" /></a><br />I see I have not posted any finished items since January, so here goes. Click to see photos a little bigger.<br /><br />Here's the Lopi sweater I made for Ed. He was so impressed he keeps telling people it looks like it was bought in Iceland.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9m1bkYtKCLur2-q8TIhh8Q0hyphenhyphen0uf_TE51EVJlk8uq-_HkmdYAUeuLgS8hYVH5Ny0FV5BLkd8oXo_pT8tyFjwYRPEUfdwuYWy4ov16KZsyD0wng5OBFPpphPKAr4_uKf6PuniygA/s1600/IMG_5346.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9m1bkYtKCLur2-q8TIhh8Q0hyphenhyphen0uf_TE51EVJlk8uq-_HkmdYAUeuLgS8hYVH5Ny0FV5BLkd8oXo_pT8tyFjwYRPEUfdwuYWy4ov16KZsyD0wng5OBFPpphPKAr4_uKf6PuniygA/s400/IMG_5346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509087872870616818" border="0" /></a><br />This is <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/prepared-for-vancouver">Prepared for Vancouver</a>, which I knit for charity.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFUk2CUY7-sMdZNfdpxR38_dvjSy6d9jbHcggLAYISOizpbClF-y5TfsYT7sr6-P31ql-chUp1RUqzY-fJtPzu4AvnCw8jaI1mqTDuxcjRH7hAI4z6rw1fIaALaOXnYDioGABO-g/s1600/Photo+64.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 158px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFUk2CUY7-sMdZNfdpxR38_dvjSy6d9jbHcggLAYISOizpbClF-y5TfsYT7sr6-P31ql-chUp1RUqzY-fJtPzu4AvnCw8jaI1mqTDuxcjRH7hAI4z6rw1fIaALaOXnYDioGABO-g/s400/Photo+64.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509085276703126962" border="0" /></a>I made more Lopi felted bags.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1e7sieQLOSDH6MPDmcL_m9NMg6Zu8uuhim84e4sC_9TGFxi2qWiDgXANQRIYna5lcwpLXlttLNKoPgkmo0sKiTAnJXXb7MPHRtrRZ__AfwlsWFI7XSnVxDr4rxu5NKAOayGeNLw/s1600/IMG_0171.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 143px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1e7sieQLOSDH6MPDmcL_m9NMg6Zu8uuhim84e4sC_9TGFxi2qWiDgXANQRIYna5lcwpLXlttLNKoPgkmo0sKiTAnJXXb7MPHRtrRZ__AfwlsWFI7XSnVxDr4rxu5NKAOayGeNLw/s400/IMG_0171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509083448507130866" border="0" /></a>And this felted handbag....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijukSFGKYeXEsCoAARy4WXzlRVYZA4suIC994wpsk4E2hud79NlDqM_PLbDAHt4kEQl4dEqHM2yq5DZvwCadpwXHN618fm5RUH2Sna1bQJ4q-P5C3lAnYj9Q7sVUHS967eMtieKA/s1600/IMG_5731.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 140px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijukSFGKYeXEsCoAARy4WXzlRVYZA4suIC994wpsk4E2hud79NlDqM_PLbDAHt4kEQl4dEqHM2yq5DZvwCadpwXHN618fm5RUH2Sna1bQJ4q-P5C3lAnYj9Q7sVUHS967eMtieKA/s400/IMG_5731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509087862439085730" border="0" /></a><br />...and a Citron Shawl to wear to May's San Francisco Ravelry meet-up, which was organized by two of my friends.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcXTy7Mlwgy_RTde5bk-nY_-PAPYQtubyaAWsghZCinPdEKa416ERekLRLCUfB-J0QbHfXsWQDlzwhOf_AhNuulTDCA4jaJcjD-Vc9M4gqnYE1qa69MIxKZJ3May9fxQPhoh5vaA/s1600/IMG_5334.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcXTy7Mlwgy_RTde5bk-nY_-PAPYQtubyaAWsghZCinPdEKa416ERekLRLCUfB-J0QbHfXsWQDlzwhOf_AhNuulTDCA4jaJcjD-Vc9M4gqnYE1qa69MIxKZJ3May9fxQPhoh5vaA/s400/IMG_5334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509087882141685042" border="0" /></a><br />This is a hand spun and hand knit hat, which went to my former mother-in-law.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW-nZMsD_O_8yF7reDd2FxDZ0c3WOn9_faNGe9m4jybNEftsz34OgCnkjc9swP2BBrPWQSvHeoC4lTJB64XxedCx9k-rP6_PkN8xImSdMboxatQTBSn6CLf0JcQVaRJNdxCHgXbw/s1600/IMG_5482.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 117px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW-nZMsD_O_8yF7reDd2FxDZ0c3WOn9_faNGe9m4jybNEftsz34OgCnkjc9swP2BBrPWQSvHeoC4lTJB64XxedCx9k-rP6_PkN8xImSdMboxatQTBSn6CLf0JcQVaRJNdxCHgXbw/s400/IMG_5482.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509091031975346594" border="0" /></a>These are my crazy clown socks, knit from some Koigu, Cherry Tree Hill, and rainbow Serenity Garden.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpD2eA__EMFOG0VhFiGbB1J2L0maRC5k1HpqGKX0ua9uonDR9y7Qiu3c96PPnIVUUF2f61FmXf3GNl6PPIJ6EpoI3e3jjUvOJqMktpTH-3BiX0WMKiPGuVscMv5ypffPcszU4bsQ/s1600/IMG_5525.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 202px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpD2eA__EMFOG0VhFiGbB1J2L0maRC5k1HpqGKX0ua9uonDR9y7Qiu3c96PPnIVUUF2f61FmXf3GNl6PPIJ6EpoI3e3jjUvOJqMktpTH-3BiX0WMKiPGuVscMv5ypffPcszU4bsQ/s400/IMG_5525.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509091023382623122" border="0" /></a>Finally, Bohus socks, which I adore to no end. The cuffs were the class project in <a href="http://www.oneofsusannas.com/bohus.htm">Susanna Hanson's</a> Stitches West class. The foot is Berroco Ultra Alpaca that I bought at the show with my Webs gift certificate. Toasty.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvjxaWviBPgJRa9k3aLBXfZIaYDL9XSCfOOgs0-4EhPge8XGEOVy5WCIPzzvg8nDat8WcA6kRZVc15uXg-H_nYYp64r4lzAvWFxBfKBMCrIYE-xRJ-KegwJS1vUgy8V-KxCCt7wg/s1600/IMG_5367.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvjxaWviBPgJRa9k3aLBXfZIaYDL9XSCfOOgs0-4EhPge8XGEOVy5WCIPzzvg8nDat8WcA6kRZVc15uXg-H_nYYp64r4lzAvWFxBfKBMCrIYE-xRJ-KegwJS1vUgy8V-KxCCt7wg/s400/IMG_5367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509087868416937682" border="0" /></a><br />At the end of the class everyone laid out their wristlets.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEElTY-VTXv0zsTRfbgmMGe5AvBWszsM5XYnx5KwmDtWU4N_fSmsDch7JbcE30jtkcCERRQeG77fR6FZTUkSspUV4KfD9cPMdSmEv66qUjAy_7JFx0V8O1crw6B0bKsz0pw6ab8A/s1600/IMG_5173.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEElTY-VTXv0zsTRfbgmMGe5AvBWszsM5XYnx5KwmDtWU4N_fSmsDch7JbcE30jtkcCERRQeG77fR6FZTUkSspUV4KfD9cPMdSmEv66qUjAy_7JFx0V8O1crw6B0bKsz0pw6ab8A/s400/IMG_5173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509091014636873842" border="0" /></a><br />The whole not buying yarn thing is going well. I haven't used up a ton of stash because I keep picking long projects. But it has not been a hardship, especially since I got several yarn gifts. I love shopping for yarn, but it is also fun to get creative with what I have.<br /><br />Another challenge is to use up all the yarn I got from our knitting group's stash exchange. That's where I got the yarn for the pooling stole and blue handbag. I've got three more projects to go.<div class="blogger-post-footer">RSS</div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267574121493345720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21364419.post-66484117605811952162010-06-14T18:42:00.000-07:002010-06-14T19:12:01.100-07:00GreetingsThe kid and I took a trip to visit my sister in Moscow, Idaho last week.<br /><br />This photo sums up what traveling with a preschooler is like:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMc9ipxXRCz18lrntji7CVKVSqNx8121KfOMAFGEWTtayjL4r9q9CRpiVW32fsgzzSF9_TEHahdamSF5EXyJEM5y2uxpeBLM8fxq0jQ807J_UL1qrJD7V2P2rNfBMEAlT8TzyOjQ/s1600/IMG_5783.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMc9ipxXRCz18lrntji7CVKVSqNx8121KfOMAFGEWTtayjL4r9q9CRpiVW32fsgzzSF9_TEHahdamSF5EXyJEM5y2uxpeBLM8fxq0jQ807J_UL1qrJD7V2P2rNfBMEAlT8TzyOjQ/s400/IMG_5783.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482812370952412850" border="0" /></a><br />Full of comedy and tragedy:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTxHbj0_erp4hBwtmpYpr7gkdAgEvmFRpcDbbSYwzCBfO2cNEmYF2R6V_cGSRzeCqwQ10OBp6G0MT2otbOmyxdOiTAZWCiUObwGgN2fDGvGVqM6o_s8KLY2paDm04VudHP_8uh7A/s1600/IMG_5796.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTxHbj0_erp4hBwtmpYpr7gkdAgEvmFRpcDbbSYwzCBfO2cNEmYF2R6V_cGSRzeCqwQ10OBp6G0MT2otbOmyxdOiTAZWCiUObwGgN2fDGvGVqM6o_s8KLY2paDm04VudHP_8uh7A/s400/IMG_5796.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482810728138609602" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We drove all over Northern Idaho and Washington. Saw a lot of wheat. Took a bunch of train photos:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvM3ZQy7IKQHfNo0v2CpnuKmNL1FKXHHjwhKOmkbOCODE-yXabZtKNy82P0qLtJGjRv1J432GPEZdgMInUA_tWQZSyYdwo6HPqWNeP5T7evtqkaekAr5k7toC6XBgdxUWysfz6Xw/s1600/IMG_5762.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvM3ZQy7IKQHfNo0v2CpnuKmNL1FKXHHjwhKOmkbOCODE-yXabZtKNy82P0qLtJGjRv1J432GPEZdgMInUA_tWQZSyYdwo6HPqWNeP5T7evtqkaekAr5k7toC6XBgdxUWysfz6Xw/s400/IMG_5762.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482814639618014418" border="0" /></a><br />This one did not turn out exactly as planned, but I know the photographer would protest if I did not include it:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWozfI4rpeY8Bvp-JZOuiXPNq98-LZhVg06XD97Ii87GG5HMdLbvl5IORza2lWm6kkj4QysQSe6MmqCzVaOti4NnPkRKCVFq58nzJrZhlDAPG-7yXpygBH1zwW1Fnirp6Kj2jh5A/s1600/IMG_5774.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWozfI4rpeY8Bvp-JZOuiXPNq98-LZhVg06XD97Ii87GG5HMdLbvl5IORza2lWm6kkj4QysQSe6MmqCzVaOti4NnPkRKCVFq58nzJrZhlDAPG-7yXpygBH1zwW1Fnirp6Kj2jh5A/s400/IMG_5774.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482812364811902498" border="0" /></a><br />The sweetest thing happened at Prospectors Days in Republic, Washington. My kid got to hold a five-day-old kid:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1fBgbc_7HX6SNT1SmZ9h-tGkI6Ztpp2m1b6aLOASmwZd_s_XEahxMNiC6_TBbEIAIgmGLOFljcgaXXVbl2qf7EGqFyOQHt6Sd-4Jh_zoReCJvt1blZUGpIJW3WOHpavUdtdS9IQ/s1600/IMG_5819.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1fBgbc_7HX6SNT1SmZ9h-tGkI6Ztpp2m1b6aLOASmwZd_s_XEahxMNiC6_TBbEIAIgmGLOFljcgaXXVbl2qf7EGqFyOQHt6Sd-4Jh_zoReCJvt1blZUGpIJW3WOHpavUdtdS9IQ/s400/IMG_5819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482812380637247330" border="0" /></a><br />We got to do some fun stuff. It rained a bit, but at least it wasn't hot. It took two days to recover from the trip.<br /><br />On the knitting front, I have some f.o.'s I haven't blogged about, and am working on a pooling stole.<br /><br />I got back all excited about spinning for some reason. I think because the only reading I did was from the most recent Spin-Off. Yesterday I washed some Jacob fleece and finished up spinning my first Shetland which was also my first 3-ply.<br /><br />Preschool summer camp starts tomorrow and I am looking forward to a summer with no school meetings conflicting with my knit night.<div class="blogger-post-footer">RSS</div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267574121493345720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21364419.post-19816936933407682652010-05-18T14:09:00.000-07:002010-05-18T15:20:02.057-07:00I'm a dumbass. Count the ways.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOE6UZhQDNboaYA6jPC1cnEHJlr099KhJ9yIaB-hjr6SVrxZCCFF6_ON5bDPeS0CZFSz8tKdZANU-qHEP7E8p4rWYItTrLoYvBsyN_b04gSHQvlE4h01L_z3fJ5HPB3aoTZYqsfw/s1600/IMG_5581.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOE6UZhQDNboaYA6jPC1cnEHJlr099KhJ9yIaB-hjr6SVrxZCCFF6_ON5bDPeS0CZFSz8tKdZANU-qHEP7E8p4rWYItTrLoYvBsyN_b04gSHQvlE4h01L_z3fJ5HPB3aoTZYqsfw/s400/IMG_5581.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472721413115311906" border="0" /></a><br />I started hiking at San Pedro Valley Country Park. There's just enough time to drop my kid off at school, zoom down to Pacifica, do a rigorous hike, and make it back to school at noon. I had hiked here in the past, toward Montara Mountain, but lately I've being taking the innocuous-sounding "hazelnut trail".<br /><br />I have seen a lizard, a snake, bunny rabbits, quail, deer, hummingbirds, and tons of wildflowers.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhccqdHgeLIjXWPAt2xSIerb2dDvXztlNN2loOe0OILLjC-xd8buBwQvX-OgcLH1YU5jDwNCDogv_TTrX19Bp0EP2cHjS_NI-8qp4ZpwVQ5_5emyjEQyD-9j2MGWr-MmxUcOVTP1w/s1600/IMG_5576.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhccqdHgeLIjXWPAt2xSIerb2dDvXztlNN2loOe0OILLjC-xd8buBwQvX-OgcLH1YU5jDwNCDogv_TTrX19Bp0EP2cHjS_NI-8qp4ZpwVQ5_5emyjEQyD-9j2MGWr-MmxUcOVTP1w/s400/IMG_5576.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472721423217005538" border="0" /></a><br />Right now the trail is very overgrown in places. No-one else is on the trail. Very peaceful, and every visit is different, even though it is the same time of day and week. Last week I found this on the trail:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOQpLqCLOh5WcrIwQTAeT8LV9uaOTeV0qpOGrllNSHR3q317zfxrRNT0msWIvbib_Rv0CiSbF6z-yCbHwVZJgl769Rz9pg-2ZgB3ru8O_ncQgVTp0aBmxFtjM20-bvhNiT5rzbqw/s1600/IMG_5591.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOQpLqCLOh5WcrIwQTAeT8LV9uaOTeV0qpOGrllNSHR3q317zfxrRNT0msWIvbib_Rv0CiSbF6z-yCbHwVZJgl769Rz9pg-2ZgB3ru8O_ncQgVTp0aBmxFtjM20-bvhNiT5rzbqw/s400/IMG_5591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472726211685565282" border="0" /></a><br />I knew it was a from a predator because it was full of hair. When I got home I showed the photo to the former hunter and verified with pics and info on the internet that it is from a mountain lion. I know the rules for dealing with them:<br /><ol><li>make noise</li><li>don't run</li><li>don't crouch</li><li>make yourself look big</li></ol>Let's review my actions the day I took pictures of twenty different flowers. I've got #4 covered without trying, and #1 also as I stomp uphill in my giant hiking shoes. And as long as I was heading uphill, #2 wasn't going to happen. But think about #3 and I am pure dumbass, stopping, leaning down and taking photos of flowers (and scat). Pretty quiet, too, composing and focusing and fiddling with settings, and all.<br /><br />So after some discussion a compromise was reached. I would carry pepper spray if I insisted on hiking there alone. I thought a bear bell would be a good idea, too.<br /><br />I headed back up this morning, even though I wanted to see the start of a stage of the Tour de California. Exercise and meditation won over celebrity watching. But if Thor Husvold had not broken his collar bone last week and was a mere mile from my house, the decision would have been different.<br /><br />I got to the trail and discovered that in my efforts to secure the pepper spray at home I had forgotten it. I took the camera but vowed not to take pictures up on the hill. Since the sporting goods store did not have a bear bell, I improvised by jangling my keys all the way. I should also mention the guy at the store asked if I wanted to buy a Tazer for the lion. Uh no. Dumbasses probably should not have those.<br /><br />I set my watch because there is no room for dawdling if I want to get back to school on time. Like a dumbass I got soaking wet on the overgrown trail. I mean water was squishing out of my shoes. I also found I could not really enjoy the hike because I was pretty scared about the mountain lion. I know they don't normally attack people, but it happens from time to time, and I knew for sure I was in their territory.<br /><br />I saw a lot of small cat prints, but I'm not so scared of bobcats, they are little. But the trail got really overgrown and it was pea soup foggy, so I couldn't see much near or far. I got really spooked. My hair caught on a blackberry branch and out of my peripheral vision I mistook the still-shaking branch for a critter. I got scared by a rabbit. Thank goodness a deer didn't dart out, one look at that light-colored fur and I would have fainted. My pants were so wet that they were hanging up on things. A sensation that one could imagine is similar to a mountain lion reaching out of the brush and swiping your leg. I let my keys bang against my metal water bottle.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-zyqm7-VUrWiP3RgDrUI1S0dEyhIqSw1jt3D2E2AlEbl9OeKsp0loSfksCPTfsgMSbLFYKrRMIl-GTJDRcOavhvSoNTlC9zZTdptwlDC2j1zJ362jXD1iEcvEbLJKhFa9N7pZtg/s1600/IMG_5618.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-zyqm7-VUrWiP3RgDrUI1S0dEyhIqSw1jt3D2E2AlEbl9OeKsp0loSfksCPTfsgMSbLFYKrRMIl-GTJDRcOavhvSoNTlC9zZTdptwlDC2j1zJ362jXD1iEcvEbLJKhFa9N7pZtg/s400/IMG_5618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472730488639788674" border="0" /></a><br />Then I saw big prints. I'm pretty sure these are mountain lion on top of bobcat. I risked my life to take this picture for you. What's that? Do I hear echoes of "dumbass"? There were just tons of prints on the trail. I was so relived to get off the hill and onto the last mile and a half of graded trail. I was rewarded with four different bunches of quail, two cottontails, and a deer.<br /><br />I had just enough time to stop for a cup of coffee and get to the school on time. I drove into the mini-mall by Highway 1, ran in for my coffee, but left because there were a couple people ahead of me and no-one taking orders. I pulled across the road to find a police officer turning everyone away because the highway was closed for the bike race. Dumbass! I knew about the race, I even saw warning signs driving down the but they said the southbound side would be closed. Only a dumbass would believe that. The officer thought the odds of my finding the back way north would be about as good as waiting 20 minutes for the race to go by.<br /><br />I made frantic phone calls to see if anyone could get to the school. Then I made the dreaded call to the school to say I would be late, fortunately my friend answered. I decided if you can't beat 'em, join 'em so I went and saw the race after all. Here is my photo of the leaders:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYjXq1wZjSn06_sPY8c_5ak_SGahbgtInPwCp6mW1vLja-nEM-uAn7lahaEnZauPnBLfphsq6Vo4to0Wio54PlwbstX8_NQigPOlo7cryloCq4FO-ezIC56HJvo7Lh6kSiHC8wPg/s1600/IMG_5626.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYjXq1wZjSn06_sPY8c_5ak_SGahbgtInPwCp6mW1vLja-nEM-uAn7lahaEnZauPnBLfphsq6Vo4to0Wio54PlwbstX8_NQigPOlo7cryloCq4FO-ezIC56HJvo7Lh6kSiHC8wPg/s400/IMG_5626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472732992308884210" border="0" /></a><br />Dumbass!!!!<br /><br />In the end I only got to school fifteen minutes late. They really did open the road up quickly. I got to school, dug in my bag for money in case I had to pay a fine for being late and found my pepper spray. I mean really, how can one person do so many dumb things in a day? And it isn't even over yet.<div class="blogger-post-footer">RSS</div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267574121493345720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21364419.post-55543803409487570232010-04-17T19:52:00.000-07:002010-04-17T20:40:53.793-07:00The Very Long WeekI'm so glad this week is over, it was a long one. I'm still dealing with my grandfather's death, which was compounded by the anniversary of my father's death this week. You never know when a wave of sadness is going to come over you.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sunday</span>: coffee got knocked over into my laptop. Panic. Left it drying overnight. Well mostly, had to email some files so I could do work on Mr. TVP's ancient imac.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Monday</span>: Kid woke up sick. Scramble to attempt to find replacement for my work day at preschool. Laptop still not quite right, right half of keyboard not working. Use frustrating old i-mac. Have to take sick kid with me to drop off snack at school. Long day with kind of sick kid. I actually was able to get some work done, though. I knew he was sick because he willingly took a nap.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tuesday</span>: I wake up with kind of sore throat. Kid still has too runny a nose to send him to school, plus he slept in which is sign of illness, he does not like to waste precious time sleeping. Go to Apple store and find repair options. Take time to mull it over and run into friend, who takes our picture. She tells my kid that it was not his fault that he was screwing around and knocked my coffee over. I guess that's better than the reaction of the Apple employee who said "he wasn't drinking it was he?"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiSP6hRvabce7HG-Fza-BzMg4Am2bcsJ7KM7XAzagr1p5flXcKlyNT-dgjHX-ZxnJm1MmxoL26M1tvKcO1ecQIB_Ro_5bfUXrSyyqmgWxbWTvThLtAr1LUgqM0AoAjWGh65xGBvA/s1600/photo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiSP6hRvabce7HG-Fza-BzMg4Am2bcsJ7KM7XAzagr1p5flXcKlyNT-dgjHX-ZxnJm1MmxoL26M1tvKcO1ecQIB_Ro_5bfUXrSyyqmgWxbWTvThLtAr1LUgqM0AoAjWGh65xGBvA/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461309964393390898" border="0" /></a><br />End up replacing keyboard, with caveat that the optical drive will probably go out. Pick it up later on the way to a school meeting.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wednesday</span>: kid still has really runny nose. Take him bowling for the first time. A lot of fun. Since when did they get these fancy ramps for the kids? They don't have to even push the ball down the alley? He almost got as high a score as I did. I enjoyed playing with my leopard ball and black & white saddle shoes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3lBIMWW6L92QOwpaqKpxCuWZe0PjiJWxTLBinX-UoQllj5zjCQrwjgxEw_CNnvxesFM7qtYfnxFerKWaruVxUQ0zwxttzXPE92cJ59eNFdNz7O0Gj0SO4v6VXevWH9T2v2dL0_A/s1600/IMG_5249.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3lBIMWW6L92QOwpaqKpxCuWZe0PjiJWxTLBinX-UoQllj5zjCQrwjgxEw_CNnvxesFM7qtYfnxFerKWaruVxUQ0zwxttzXPE92cJ59eNFdNz7O0Gj0SO4v6VXevWH9T2v2dL0_A/s400/IMG_5249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461309981900805074" border="0" /></a><br />Discover that several keys on my keyboard are not working. Most notably the right-side apple key that I often use for shortcuts. Still haven't had the time to go back to the Apple store as of Saturday. Don't want to drag the poor guy there again. It is crazier there than usual with all the iPad nonsense.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Thursday: </span>Mr. TVP promises to come home really early so I can go bike riding. Did I mention my mother aka my free babysitter is out of town? K. and I go to the "Plant Museum" (Conservatory of Flowers) to see the garden scale trains one last time. Baby doll came along. We even packed him a bottle. Bonus! Thomas was there.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggNYOdhnRPeazw4T5AcO_HJUKrLCboZAyX0Wa4spi41xrhz5L0lS_SZVGYVaSNK7g0ogRLwLc3BfkKykAGhFQzbs-lS_78uhy0H0ewVAWMkcu2okAlRzkEXmVIco_aDgF34ixK1A/s1600/IMG_5256.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggNYOdhnRPeazw4T5AcO_HJUKrLCboZAyX0Wa4spi41xrhz5L0lS_SZVGYVaSNK7g0ogRLwLc3BfkKykAGhFQzbs-lS_78uhy0H0ewVAWMkcu2okAlRzkEXmVIco_aDgF34ixK1A/s400/IMG_5256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461309980249296050" border="0" /></a><br />I never got that bike ride. Instead of early, he comes home really late, almost bedtime due to job site issues. I was frazzled to say the least.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Friday</span>: Took K. to Marin to visit with his cousin and my sister at a fancy playground. Good time and it was a beautiful day. Despite that good start I was not thrilled that not only did Mr. TVP and I not get to go out he had a meeting and didn't come home until after 6:00. I also discover by way of getting out of breath coming up from the laundry room that the little bug is moving into my chest. Yippee.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5wLkqtzE44tAlGoaNxBTmgDLuiH7CvbXB1EPT5cR0OhcSyb1m1R287od3BHn0YCsFylwchKLs-8KyUcxXaB8EVatfGV6A2eWqbc8GSqtfAQOvjdLb6oSdLLmGnXLq60uOV9H9fw/s1600/IMG_5261.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5wLkqtzE44tAlGoaNxBTmgDLuiH7CvbXB1EPT5cR0OhcSyb1m1R287od3BHn0YCsFylwchKLs-8KyUcxXaB8EVatfGV6A2eWqbc8GSqtfAQOvjdLb6oSdLLmGnXLq60uOV9H9fw/s400/IMG_5261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461309970780567858" border="0" /></a><br />Today I went for a run first thing, and later went on an excursion to take some photos. Got some knitting done on the bus, too. It was nice to be alone.<br /><br />I'm sure next week will be better. We really did have some fun this week. And I got some good knitting in. But, I am just not cut out for twelve hours with a 3-year-old who doesn't nap. I have no idea how single mothers do it. Really. Especially old single mothers.<div class="blogger-post-footer">RSS</div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267574121493345720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21364419.post-51420266420724400292010-04-10T17:41:00.001-07:002010-04-10T18:19:04.590-07:00Cinderella Classic 2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtDjU3C50HjSPRYRWgp9FnmNMMvmXb6fuigQWpy6yIcVyB21yO-Th1B6Pwprl60jAKc7HRY2pbFwS3xiflZ-Gd3kSDP6mN8YJip40C92cRaO3VClVeaYTENHkL0MRLEc-MILXQ8Q/s1600/IMG_5235.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtDjU3C50HjSPRYRWgp9FnmNMMvmXb6fuigQWpy6yIcVyB21yO-Th1B6Pwprl60jAKc7HRY2pbFwS3xiflZ-Gd3kSDP6mN8YJip40C92cRaO3VClVeaYTENHkL0MRLEc-MILXQ8Q/s400/IMG_5235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458676019487326626" border="0" /></a><br />I just got back from riding the Cinderella Classic. My first time was 1998, haven't done one in about six years. It is a metric century for women only put on by the Valley Spokesmen club. The relatively flat loop winds around Livermore, San Ramon, and Dublin. Lots of livestock and wineries (and horse trailers). <br /><br />I guess I kind of kept my training a secret, inasmuch as not blogging about it is secret-keeping. I had some reservations that I would be able to do it. Mainly, having time to train and the means to get a new road bike. But my husband put up with the increasingly long Saturday rides, and someone paid me back some big bucks, so it came together.<br /><br />It was rough training though. It was hard to get rides in during the week. It rained a lot. I got sick. And my pink bike is heavy (and so am I). I got the road bike only a month or so ago and was nervous about getting it tweaked just right.<br /><br />Today's ride was not as hard as the first time I did the Cinderella on knobby tires in the freezing cold, but it was pretty hard. It was cold and the wind was strong. I look forward to reading other blog posts about it. The best part was spending the night alone in a motel last night, with a king size bed all to myself.<br /><br />66.5 miles. 5 hrs 50 minutes on the bike. Total time 6 hrs 40 minutes. This was easier at 29 than it is at 41!<br /><br />Now to figure out which other nearby metrics (or less) I can do this year.<div class="blogger-post-footer">RSS</div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267574121493345720noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21364419.post-67290399028231197742010-04-09T07:44:00.001-07:002010-04-09T09:15:24.765-07:00Jurassic ParkI have a thing about birds, I don't like them. Well, I like blue jays and hawks which is weird because the jays are mean and the hawks kill. But generally I don't like birds, they're prehistoric, like little dinosaurs. Cold-blooded and calculating. Except ducks. I like them.<br /><br />I didn't realize just how scared I am of birds until yesterday. Background - we live in a top floor flat. You enter the building through a gate. You can either go up the steps past the first flat to ours or through a locked door to into the basement. There is also a back stairway down to the garage. But there is a door locked from the wrong side, so coming down the back you can only get into the laundry room and out the back door, not to the garage or front gate. It is pretty convoluted, and my greatest fear is getting trapped in the garage without my keys because you have to have one to get out.<br /><br />Yesterday as K. and I rounded the corner to our front door, I noticed bird poop and chips of paint on the steps. There's a skylight at the top of the stairs so I thought that maybe it broke open and a bird was sitting there. Wrong! There was a bird flapping around and chirping, trapped in the stairway. He had been crapping himself in fear and pecking away at the skylight. We dashed in the front door and closed it firmly.<br /><br />Panic immediately set in. We were trapped upstairs because there was no way I was going back out with the bird. And I had laundry to do! Plus I was worried about it freaking out and dying on my doorstep. And my fear of birds is nothing compared to my phobia of dead things. I freely admitted to my kid that I was scared of birds. He said he wasn't and that the bird was signing us a song. I let him think that the tortured squeaks and squawks were music and not a harbinger of death.<br /><br />Now I have been "swooped" by starlings protecting their nest in the past. Since it was outdoors, and funny behavior, it didn't really bother me, I could escape. One block I lived on was particually bad. We may have sat in the parked the car and watched others get swooped for amusement. But this was different. The bird was panicked and I was trapped. I kept picturing a scene from The Birds ending with me leaping out a second story window.<br /><br />I called Mr. TVP for advice. He said I could either kill it or try to lure it out by opening the back doors so it would feel the breeze and head in the right direction. It seemed weird to potentially lure it into the basement, and I didn't want it to die down there, but I wasn't thinking straight. So I hatched a plan to go down the back and open the backdoor and the two aforementioned interior garage doors. I would also venture as far up the stairs as I could with bread crumbs, leaving it a trail to freedom.<br /><br />The first snag I ran into was the fact that my keys were in the front door, on the wrong side. No way was I opening the door even an inch to to reach out and grab them. The bird could have pecked my hand off or come into the apartment. And then he'd really be trapped since I have all our windows double locked due to the kid. And the back stairway is closed in by chicken wire (to keep pigeons out). But I had to have a key in to get to the front stairs, so I grabbed all our spare keys and jammed them in my pocket. Then I grabbed a piece of bread.<br /><br />Next obstacle was the grill on the back door step which I had to crawl under and around. (We don't use the back stairs because they are creepy and you can see right into the neighbor's kitchen. Plus, the pigeons.) Managed that and got to the bottom of the stairs face to face with the door that is bolted from the other side, which I had forgotten about in my panic. At least I had my cell phone, so I made a panicked call to my downstairs neighbor. I explained the situation and she ran down the front stairs and let me into the garage. She agreed that birds are scary.<br /><br />I opened the back door, propped open the interior garage doors, and laid a trail of crumbs down the stairs. As I was calling "here birdy, birdy", a dark figure came through the gate. I jumped and then was relived to see it was Mr. TVP dressed all in black, not a giant crow. Luckily he was nearby and had decided to come home early. I guess he didn't understand from my call where the bird was because he asked why I would want the bird to fly into the basement. Sigh. <br /><br />I showed him my bread crumb trail and explained my plan. He shook his head, sighed, and asked for a shop towel. I asked him not the kill the bird. I pictured him wrapping it up and setting it free outside, but I didn't think he could catch it since the ceiling height is ten feet up there. All of a sudden he is yelling to shut the garage door. Which was kind of hard since I was cowering all the way in the back of the laundry room.<br /><br />As I dashed to close the door, he announced the bird was gone. It had walked out the front gate. Amazed, I asked him how he did it. He said he flapped the towel around and shooed it down the stairs. Genius! Some comments were made to the effect that a pick-up, country music, and a cowboy hat do not a city kid transform. Whatever.<br /><br />I later exulted in my freedom with a trip to the grocery store.<div class="blogger-post-footer">RSS</div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267574121493345720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21364419.post-31556803470342737802010-04-04T20:45:00.000-07:002010-04-04T20:48:28.188-07:00Happy Easter!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwg29bFSBaPHYvXZSsanAeT7vKEAi15UTDxX5MxKzIMkTDIG7peh74Hih_Zdl41eOOg4SiYprwIdLXAClLhz4XcExpiUcNVURUa7ztIBGJdqAzhV_SYLKsVd-r4N5zgyZ-cypQ-w/s1600/EasterBunny2010.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwg29bFSBaPHYvXZSsanAeT7vKEAi15UTDxX5MxKzIMkTDIG7peh74Hih_Zdl41eOOg4SiYprwIdLXAClLhz4XcExpiUcNVURUa7ztIBGJdqAzhV_SYLKsVd-r4N5zgyZ-cypQ-w/s400/EasterBunny2010.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456494892593674562" border="0" /></a><br />Just got back from a road trip for my grandpa's memorial service. The Easter Bunny found us in our motel room, thank goodness. The Easter Bunny may be a girl. We're not sure, but there's an awful lot of rouge there.<div class="blogger-post-footer">RSS</div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267574121493345720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21364419.post-42159960147157691582010-03-30T13:45:00.000-07:002010-03-30T14:20:49.164-07:00Back Together<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYhPAbU0MVAG099kSrCuw_MJhk0krNZkjHpNyjtrN7B2fKYfDVv330Nc9IF-2Hexl-c9BE8ceFdUsBAfZuq472DOXyTlvmawXjktcDLwNLVTVNXig-5m7k7-7z06Jn9I7_-HXjIA/s1600/pics.1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYhPAbU0MVAG099kSrCuw_MJhk0krNZkjHpNyjtrN7B2fKYfDVv330Nc9IF-2Hexl-c9BE8ceFdUsBAfZuq472DOXyTlvmawXjktcDLwNLVTVNXig-5m7k7-7z06Jn9I7_-HXjIA/s400/pics.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454531413267887154" border="0" /></a><br />My grandpa, Rufus Edwin Hiddleson, passed away early this morning. I know he is so happy to join my grandma. He was 91.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjW0354WgkE3iSrSoEXLNlN2QCbMva7-3FX0VRRBWtzb1ENDNRswQHOrJjD0T5M3M2M_6kqAB5RRAE8QZPtdfaK48DVvM4DSMpJQHFdw85O6oXXTXSoX2m1xofy3q3MMXHpTThrQ/s1600/785052-R1-31-31_032_0099.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjW0354WgkE3iSrSoEXLNlN2QCbMva7-3FX0VRRBWtzb1ENDNRswQHOrJjD0T5M3M2M_6kqAB5RRAE8QZPtdfaK48DVvM4DSMpJQHFdw85O6oXXTXSoX2m1xofy3q3MMXHpTThrQ/s400/785052-R1-31-31_032_0099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454533126629824514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdQ88Jdw2BluAm2jXHLOiTwN-irR6DwHVbeGfDEu8ESZv6I8QvvvOjmZSoM4HYbsEb9YQDm0upy0_H5KgBT-t6v0AZvAmVXbm8c2kXtbUDjhKABUqdIfK1TADI3bngrQUh9c56fw/s1600/pics.9.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdQ88Jdw2BluAm2jXHLOiTwN-irR6DwHVbeGfDEu8ESZv6I8QvvvOjmZSoM4HYbsEb9YQDm0upy0_H5KgBT-t6v0AZvAmVXbm8c2kXtbUDjhKABUqdIfK1TADI3bngrQUh9c56fw/s400/pics.9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454532633594060930" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9KffVZeVhYJO1ecvK-vcYSDI8oAU4WVBI_2ECPU06y8RaJTzQmnhZOKFCL8tcmltEd7o1eCU-iKK-OMRqLuFYZMXwgXrmwYNNzyXhlo_OnAhlQEkDRySmgA30cNa98UlWDFv9NA/s1600/785052-R1-39-39_040_0107.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9KffVZeVhYJO1ecvK-vcYSDI8oAU4WVBI_2ECPU06y8RaJTzQmnhZOKFCL8tcmltEd7o1eCU-iKK-OMRqLuFYZMXwgXrmwYNNzyXhlo_OnAhlQEkDRySmgA30cNa98UlWDFv9NA/s400/785052-R1-39-39_040_0107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454533491896786514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZcxE7NVUZNe0fftsd7z0KTlOl1ouGViR4BqbmGgWoEf6uw2jxnrar_ZMiz6ae0nk9x-chVjCtJvX4_Ex3qw5osMyJpKXBuV97uxEdrsXMH7HlK5qCsjLT4RXEqw5GIRn7zcCKnA/s1600/785052-R1-36-36_037_0104.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZcxE7NVUZNe0fftsd7z0KTlOl1ouGViR4BqbmGgWoEf6uw2jxnrar_ZMiz6ae0nk9x-chVjCtJvX4_Ex3qw5osMyJpKXBuV97uxEdrsXMH7HlK5qCsjLT4RXEqw5GIRn7zcCKnA/s400/785052-R1-36-36_037_0104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454533762970322514" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">RSS</div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06267574121493345720noreply@blogger.com1