Thursday, September 30, 2010
So there's this church down the road. The front lawn is a favorite of the local turkey tribe. 1 outta 3 times I drive by to get to town, there is a Tom and his bevy of beauties in the yard, doing their turkey thing-stuffing themselves on bugs I guess...stuffing themselves....get it? Anyway, this to me is an unusual phenomenon, so of course, it's inevitable that said church will eventually get its own special 'Molly Bee Name'.
It suddenly came up when someone was asking me yesterday where I live and I was trying to tell them, as I am wont to do, by landmarks rather than street names. I was confusing her more and more when I eventually mentioned the church. She perked right up and asked me its name. You know I've driven by approximately ten-thousand-bagiggatrillion times and never looked at the sign. The Jurassic-sized birds prancing around distract me quite frankly.
[A little back story before we continue... Back in The Before Times, when I was a kid, we used to go visit family in Hampstead, New Brunswick and often passed a church on the way that was built thisclose to the Trans Canada Highway. I'm not sure which was first, the church or the road, but the the church's name was 'Our Lady Of The Highway'. It always stuck me as odd and I always looked for it as a landmark on our journey down country. I had forgotten about it long ago...or so I thought...]
So I said I didn't know and she kept badgering me, "Come on! Remember! I know a lot of the area churches." Pressured and panicked, I blurted out, "Oh! You know! Our Lady of The Perpetual Turkey Herd!" Sigh. Molly Bee Naming Tourette's rears it's ugly head again. She wasn't amused at first, thinking I was poking fun at all organized religion or something, so I apologized and told her the back story and she was OK.
[Dear Lord, I wasn't making fun of You or Your Turkey Church; in fact I'm a big fan of your work , and those potential Thanksgiving guests make it my favorite church to drive by. Today I ask that you somehow reinstall the filter that keeps me from blurting out odd things in front of others. It's taking a toll on my street cred. In Your name we pray, Amen.]
And now, those foolhardy souls who have hung in this long, you will be rewarded with Actual Knitting Content (Echo Echo Echo)!!!!! I finally finished my Highlighter Mittens!
The black is Dale of Norway Baby Ull. The color is my own hand spun, variegated 3 ply, Navajo chain, Blue Faced wool. The pattern? MINE! That's right I designed 'em! Simple 2 strand pattern, after thought thumb, K2P2 rib wrist and a funky decrease top that I won't do again (next time I'll just make a wider version of a sock toe and Kitchener I think.
Anyway, done just in time since cold weather is setting in tonight. I hope the church turkeys are wearing their woolies as well!
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Ben and his new buddy Sheldon Sheep. This is their normal perch when I work from home.
Pretty yellow flowers in the prairie across the street
I like that there's a fly in this picture. His name is Waldo. Can you find him?
New Glarus Brewery
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
I was pleasantly surprised to see no other customers in The Return Line. Usually, at this store, you have to stand for at least 30 minutes before talking to anyone. (It's kind of like the doctor's office that way, but honestly, I'd rather have (insert procedure of your choice here) done at the doctor's office rather than return anything to this particular store.) I thought that luck was with me. I'd be in and out and could get on with my life. Yeah. I'm delusional like that. Hope springs eternal. Kick the football again Charlie Brown.
I took the shoebox out of the bag and put it on the counter and put the receipt on top of it. Skippy, who was all of 8 years old looked at it and asked me what he could do for me. He even smiled. I was on top of the world. This was it! The moment I'd been waiting for! I was going to have my first ever good experience at this store! But then it went a little something like this:
Me: I'd like to return these shoes please.
Skippy (offended tone of voice): What's wrong with them?
Me: They squeak.
Skippy: (picks up a shoe with two fingers looking suspicious and incredulous all at the same time) They squeak?!?!?
Me: Yes, they squeak.
Skippy: Well, didn't you try them on in the store?
(Mom? Is that you?)
Me: Uh, yeah. But it must have been loud in here. I didn't hear the squeaking 'til I got home.
Skippy: (conceding a little) Well, sometimes it IS loud in here.
(Skippy silently eyes me and the shoes for 30 full seconds without any action.)
Me: ...Soooooooooooo I'd like to return them.
Skippy: You can't wear them if they squeak a little?
(Now he's done it. I'm getting a little annoyed. It's open season.)
Me: Um, no. Actually they squeak a lot and in my line of work I really need to sneak up on people.
Skippy: (predictably) What's your line of work?
Me: (eyeing him menacingly) I could tell you but I'd then I'd have to sneak up on YOU.
Skippy: Oh. (crickets chirping..........)
Skippy: So which shoe squeaks?
(Does it matter!?!?!?! You can actually see the little gerbil wheel in his head turning, trying to figure out a way that I can continue to sneak up on people while wearing these lousy shoes!!!)
Me: Only the right one. You can probably still sell the left one.
Skippy: Oh. Yeah....(crickets chirping again...) Well, probably not....
Skippy: Do you want to try another pair?
Me: No, those were the only size 6 ones back there.
Skippy: Did we have any 6 and a halfs?
(Oh. My. God. What is the deal! )
ME: Does it matter? I wear a size 6.
Skippy: Yeahbut...sometimes my Mom......
Me: (cutting in) Look. I just want to return them. I don't want them. They squeak. I don't want to try another size. I don't want to try another color. I would not like them in a house. I would not like them with a mouse. I. just. want. my. money. back!
Skippy: OK ... (and then under his breath) Jeez!
It took 10 full minutes of fumbling with the shoes and the computer, all the while shooting me sulky looks, before the transaction was complete so I didn't have time to go to another store and buy sneaky shoes. I'm going to need them for my next visit to Skippy!
Monday, September 20, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
When we got there we had an opening ice breaker exercise and snacks in the round barn. What a beautiful building with the silo in the middle!
which was a little bit terrifying to be honest. This was taken from the top of a bridge above the maze....a vertically challenged person's nightmare....nothing but a sea of corn. AND the fact that we RAN it. I'z built for comfort, not for speed, I iz!
After the maze, the owners pulled out the big guns. This one was my favorite. It's a corn cob gun. A half a corn cob is shoved down the tube with a long stick and then you press the button and compressed air shoots it out. It was very Wyle Coyote-esque. I've ordered a Build Your Own Corn Gun kit from the ACME folks. I turned out to be a pretty good shot!
By the way, the guy in that picture was our limo driver. When he picked us up he has on a bright,white,business shirt and tie and looked like a Secret Service agent. After we INSISTED he participate in ALL of the events with us he looked a little less...er...crisp. Running the corn maze is dirty work. I think his shirt and tie may still be in there somewhere. It would've been fun to see how he envisioned his day going when he got dressed that morning.
It was a total blast and the farm has a lot more to offer than what I've shown. It's open all fall so check it out!
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Faster than a roaring Vespa...
It's BumbleBat Man!
Apparently he forgot to engage the Invisibility Shield on the old BumbleBat mobile thus enabling evidence to be captured on film. He soon discovered his mistake because I haven't seen it since.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
I had zero willpower. I was reasonable however and didn't go hog wild....sheep wild? Anyway, here is my loot:
Kauni Yarn with ridiculously long repeats and more colors inside than you expected. I have a hard time finding this locally although I hear the Sow's Ear may be getting some in this fall!
Coopsworth (which I've never spun before ) roving in 'Jelly Bean' colorway.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
It was only gloomy outside lemme tell ya. The shop barns were positively vibrating with happy shoppers and color! Color!! COLOR!!!
And ummm...some cute kid that I made pose in a dorky felted hat...You can't really tell, but it has these ridiculous, little, white, squigglet thingies on the top. But I think he rocked it don't you?
After Shopping-Round-Two, we went to watch the sheep shearing demonstration or as I like to call it...The "There Was A Sheep? I Didn't See Any Sheep!" Demonstration. This guy picks up the sheep and walks it on its hind legs from the holding pen to where the cutter is.
I mean, just LOOK at those bulging muscles. I'd lay there too wouldn't you? :Blush: My! Is it getting warm in here.....?
Wednesday, September 08, 2010
I have a large three-month project coming up at work that most likely will eat up a lot of my free time so I have been making the rounds with friends now-hoarding up on fun; Farmer's Market, suppers, brunches, Knit Nights, Game nights etc. I'm truly blessed to have such a supportive family of friends near and far!
Ben has been his normal Bentley self. Up to his old antics. The neighbors must think I have a paranoia disorder because when I take him outside, I hook his leash on and then look down and left, down and right, a little further out and left, a little further out and right; scoping out the whole area through the sliding glass door before we exit. You see, Ben has a toad licking problem, that with little provocation often leads to a toad eating problem if not closely monitored. Mr. Toad, who has been in and around my patio all summer, looks like a mighty tasty tidbit as far as he's concerned. Since I made a pact with Mr. Toad that he would eat bugs and I wouldn't let HIM get eaten, I have to be extra vigilant. Especially with the mosquitoes being so bad this year and all.
One night last week, we were going outside before supper. I hooked up Ben's leash, did my checking over of the patio, determined the general area was toad free and out we went. I turned to close the door and then turned back around 6 nanoseconds later only to see Ben mulling something over in his mouth. In one swell foop, I yelled,"No! What have you got! Drop it!" and administered a Three Stooges-esque slap to the back of his head. Now normally he doesn't drop anything. Ever. But apparently he was so startled, he didn't ask any questions, he just spit the hors d'œuvre out pronto.
It wasn't big enough to be Mr. Toad. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a pretty good-sized mole. Yes, I apparently have the entire cast of 'Wind In The Willows' living on my patio. I got to him quick enough though; he was still alive. Ben hadn't chomped him yet, just sucked on him a little...well a lot actually. The little fella was sitting there stunned, wiping the ectoplasmic dog drool off his face with a 'WTF-Just-Happened 'look on his face and then he took off as fast as his slime-laden body could go. I guess life is just one big buffet to Ben. Wonder what the neighbors think now that I have to make a thorough Secret-Service-Agent type sweep of the entire perimeter before we go out.
In other news I have been knitting a mitten pattern that I am designing as I go. For those of you who know me, this is HUGE! Despite my penchant for NEVER following a food recipe exactly, knitting patterns are a different story. I NEVER 'wing it'. So to just go 'sans pattern' is...WOW! Also a first... I am using the Highlight yarn that I spun with my own fair hand! >
Mitten without black top or black afterthought thumb.Detailing of pattern and color
Off for now-laundry to do! Mount 'Wash'ington won't take care of itself. Tune in this weekend for Jefferson Sheep and Wool Festival pics!
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
These are totally out of my color comfort zone. I prefer the blue-teal-purple-aqua side of the color wheel. Those of you who know me personally have probably heard of me refer to my favorite color as 'melted peacock'. Well, melted peacock this ain't, but I really like 'em. And I like the way that even though there are funky color changes and no discernable patterning, the socks still match because the blank is double knit. This is the rest if the blank. Enough for a child's pair or a couple of baby pairs at least.
- Feeling draggy (but better than yesterday) so staying in.
- I highly recommend blanks from the Fiber Art Cafe.
- Plenty of yarn for all sizes of socks.
- Great colors.
- My socks are done.
- Mum's aren't (snicker).