Monday, August 30, 2010
Almost the whole gang (and then some) showed up at Last Saturday Knitting and we cleared out Victor Allen's as we are wont to do when we get rowdy. We make up for the lost customers with coffee and pastry purchases a plenty. It was Tasha Tudor's birthday so I made gingersnaps for our little tea party and dressed up in her honor (which was confusing to certain members of our group who didn't realize I actually had legs under the denim they are usually encased in).
Saturday night was spent working. I do have to be a responsible adult sometimes.
Sunday morning and early afternoon was spent taking advantage of a unexpected, stray power surge and getting a jump on fall cleaning my nest. Even scraped the Ben-slobber off the patio door which took almost 40 minutes and was no fun on the outside where it was 90+° in the shade which the door wasn't. Vacuuming, laundry, bed, trash, dishes, fridge; I was on fire. I even whipped up crock pot curry so I wouldn't have to cook as much this week. I was too tired to eat any of it so will try it at supper time tonight and let you know how it is, but smelled heavenly.
I crashed for a nap in mid-afternoon and then resumed with work-work until True Blood came on at 8P. I called it a day and knit some on my Sock Blank socks for a couple of hours. I anticipate finishing them tonight, I've already started the toe decreases.
It was productive but so much for the 'down time' I had planned. I had to come back to work today just to rest! Hope you all had wonderful weekends too!
Saturday, August 28, 2010
TWO WEEKS UNTIL THE JEFFERSON SHEEP AND WOOL FESTIVAL! I go at that vendor show like a squirrel hording nuts for a chilly day; tucking bits of wool fleece and yarn away to warm my nest in January, February and March; choosing lively color ways to brighten up the dreary, grey, days and contrast against the glaring, white of the stark, snowy, landscape. Sigh... I get warm fuzzies just thinking about it. Usually the week before the festival, I start getting tingles but this year I’ve been chomping at the bit for a full month now. I shudder to think at what my poor pocketbook is going to go through on the 11th! I restrained myself really well last year. I had such a stockpile of goods at home that I went with a $20 budget (not counting the cost of the new dog seat belt restraint that I have to buy at the herding booth every year because Bentley keeps gnawing through them.) and I stuck to it. But this year, my yarn larder is a little depleted….(insert maniacal laughter here). Can’t wait!
I’ve also started in with the pine needle baskets again. I decided to make a small one for Grammie for Christmas (don’t worry, she doesn’t read this blog, but don’t mention it to her OK?) so I boiled the needles and was out in the yard getting the sheaths off them when I started “snottin’ and blowin” and my Mum says. ‘Course I was in the zone, outside in the fresh air, plotting the new design so I didn’t’ put two and two together that I was having an allergic reaction to the needles…until I scratched the corner of my eye with my finger and it pretty much instantly swelled shut. Sheesh! I said I was going to finish the basket if it killed me, but I wasn’t serious! That’s never happened before! All I can think is that maybe there were mold spores on the needles that had been stored for a year and that I didn’t boil them long enough. Three Benadryl fixed the problem and gave me a comatose night’s sleep so I woke up 'normal' again the next morning…in as much as that is a possibility where I’m concerned! Will have to reboil the needles again tonight before I continue. I got this far anyway….
I’m thinking about using some of my ultra-colorful hand spun on future baskets. The only thing is, I'm thinking there would be no way to clean them other than dusting them. Right now I use artificial sinew and/or waxed linen thread. Does anyone have any thought on using yarn? How do you clean your baskets?
And here's today's Awwwww picture:
This handsome fella has been living somewhere around my patio this summer. He's by my door every evening. I've been tempted to pick him up and kiss him to see what happens. Then I thought, 'If he actually did turn into Prince Charming, would he still eat bugs and mosquitoes around the patio for me?" Nope. So I left him as he is; handsome, faithful and useful. My kinda guy. He eats what bugs me and I keep Ben from noshing on him-a symbiotic relationship. (Shhh! Don't tell Knute! I don't want him to get jealous!)
Friday, August 27, 2010
Turns out he actually had gone in that big forest full of grubs in the sky and we were able to scoop him into the bag without incident, tie it up tight and set it on the side lawn until he could have a proper burial. The next morning, I asked Mum…
Me: Is there anyone around here you hate?
Me: Anyone you dislike intensely?
Me: Hmmm (walking away)
(This same conversation when on several times throughout the morning until she finally broke.)
Mum: “There are people I don’t care for but I don’t HATE anyone! Why do you keep asking me that?”
ME: ‘Cause we have a dead skunk in a Hefty bag and that opportunity doesn’t just come around every day.” (Granted in the North Woods of Maine, it happens more frequently than in more populous areas, but still…)
I mean, I know people out here that it would be the perfect gift for but carrion carry-on is apparently frowned up by Chautauqua-A-Division-of-Delta Airlines. I saw a little kid get a Slim Jim taken away before he boarded so I know what I’m talking about. So with nary a gift recipient in sight, we gave Pepe a proper committal service. Them who came to the forest shall return to the forest. Rest in peace little friend.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
I finally decided to bite the bullet the other night and buy a chair that fits me. When I sit on my sofa or love seat, the seat is so deep and my legs are so, well... NOT, that my knees don't really bend and my legs stick out straight. I feel like that Lilly Tomlin character that used to sit in that huge rocker and say "And that's the truth!" and blow raspberries! Plus, try getting out of a sofa when your legs have lost purchase with the floor. It' ain't pretty. So I purused the personals for a fella who would be gentle and love me for me. Knute blew away the competition. He's all kinda 'just right'. I know it's a big step so soon, but we've been cohabitating blissfully since a week ago Thursday. Oh Lord, don't tell my Grandma!
Just had to include an Awwww picture in this post. This is my friends' Scott and Michael's new dog, Duchess. She's a 10 week old Golden Doodle. They had to frisk me when I left their house to make sure she wasn't in my purse. What a cutie!!! All fluff and waddle and puppy breath! I told you there'd be knitting content! Remember this?
When I got home, I made more progress. The sock blank is double knit, so two strands come off when you unravel it. You simply knit two socks at a time and ta da matching funky colored socks. I will take better pictures when I get closer to being done. But have no fear...I'm anticipating the cooling weather setting in so I can get back in the swing of my fiber addictions!
And that's the truth. Pppfffffttttt!
How is your week going?
Saturday, August 21, 2010
This is now my favorite pic of me and Gram. It was a self portrait that I took of the two of us with my camera. Doesn't she look like she's up to something! Little twinkle in her eye!
I took this on the way home from her house on August 11th. The leaves were already starting to turn! Wicked early, Deah! When the leaf peepers start pulling in by the bus loads in mid-September there won't be a leaf on a tree at this rate!
Here's an excellent website with better pictures and information on this beautiful silk spinner! http://www.wormspit.com/cecropia.htm . There, now don't say you didn't learn anything today!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Off we went for a beautiful afternoon on the lake. The weather was wonderful.
The scenery and wildlife were magnificent...
We went up Fish River in search of the elusive Maine Moose but didn't see any. Didn't matter, look at that gorgeous glassy water! Glorious!
and you can see he was absolutely terrified....Here's to Dante The Sea Dog!
It rolled in pretty quickly...
But Uncle Donn had made an awesome fire in the old stone pit in front of the camp so we started roasting weiners anyway. We were just starting to eat them when it started to sprinkle. After a few minutes, I raised my fist to the sky and jokingly challenged, " Bring it on Old Man! If you think I'm going inside before I get my s'more, you've got another think coming!", at which point it started to pour. Story of my life. My Bad. I was the one that double dog dared him. God quite a sense of humor. Especially where I'm concerned. I stuck it out and made my s'more in the rain anyway. It tasted just as good wet.
Monday, August 16, 2010
We put a big table out for all of the goodies. Good thing we did! It was full when everyone showed up!
Here is Mum and her class. The lady the second from the right is Patricia. She was Mum's bestie, in school. She stayed the night with us before heading home the next morning. She recently moved from Connecticut to the Bangor aream which is only 2 hours from Mum. Given the way they carried on the night of the reunion and the next morning, I'm not sure it's such a good idea for them to be in such close proximity. Better start saving up bail money in case I get the call! What a pair!
And here is a gratuitous fur baby picture. This is Pun'kin. She was my buddy and made huge strides in being sociable and not so afraid of strangers during the 2 weeks I was home. Way to go Pun'kin! Tell Grammie I said to scritch your ears and give you a belly rub!
Sunday, August 15, 2010
This was a less high tech little number out of Rhode Island. Still WAY out of the average girls price range. Of course I have all of the money I will ever need as long as I die by 4PM this afternoon!
A Lobster Pound is a depository where the lobster boats offload their catch into big saltwater tanks.
Then via the magic of an uber low tech system, a bunch of guys there will place your chosen victim in a large net bag and give him a soothing spa treatment...
Then serve him on coastal china with fine plastic ware.
And again, there are bears EVERYWHERE in Maine. This one threatened me with a large papier machet lobster until I bought him a fishing outfit and agreed to have my picture taken with him.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
It wasn't all fun and games however. Maine is fraught with danger at every turn. The wild animals are particularly troublesome. This black bear just would not stop harassing me until I posed for a picture with him and gave him something from my pic-a-nik basket.
Mum got a new Tom Tom navigator for the car. We changed the voice option to 'male' and then 'Richard' was our constant companion while driving around the coast. We asked him to find a little out-of-the-way state park called Birch Point Beach near Owl's Head and he finally did. I don't know how anyone could find it without billion dollar government communication satellites; it was waaaaay down some pretty dicey roads. At one point I was sure that Richard had taken us hostage and was leading us to our doom. We would have deserved it since we kept dropping him on his head on sharp turns and asking him if he thought he should stop somewhere and ask directions.
But in the end we found it and it was gorgeous. Pines, granite, seawater and salt air. HEAVEN!
Friday, August 13, 2010
We spent a pleasant afternoon at the Central Maine Botanical Gardens while I was in Maine. If you're in the Boothbay Harbor area, I highly recommend it. Be sure and carve out at least an afternoon, if not a whole day. It's huge and there are beautiful surprises everywhere!
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