Let the party begin..

It is the eve of my day of birth. My hubby has left for a meeting far away. Since he is missing my birthday I got to open my presents today.

Here is my present!


It's PRINT GOCCO!!!!
YAY! I am soo excited.
This is a mini screen printer from Japan.
I have been wanting one for years. They are difficult buggers to get as they stopped selling them in the US. But now I am the proud owner and anxious artist.

Now what should I do?!
Yikes!

Stay tuned.

Word Play

The Washington Post Neologism Contest Winners.
Neologism (n.): a new word, usage, or expression.

1. Coffee (n.): the person upon whom one coughs.
2. Flabbergasted (adj.): appalled over how much weight you have gained.
3. Abdicate (v.): to give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.
4. Esplanade (v.): to attempt an explanation while drunk.
5. Willy-nilly (adj.): impotent.
6. Negligent (adj.): describes a condition in which you absentmindedly answer the door in your nightgown.
7. Lymph (v.): to walk with a lisp.
8. Gargoyle (n.): olive-flavored mouthwash.
9. Flatulence (n.): emergency vehicle that picks you up after you are run over by a steamroller.
10. Balderdash (n.): a rapidly receding hairline.
11. Testicle (n.): a humorous question on an exam.
12. Rectitude (n.): the formal, dignified bearing adopted by proctologists.
13. Pokemon (n.): a Rastafarian proctologist.
14. Oyster (n.): a person who sprinkles his conversation with Yiddishisms.
15. Frisbeetarianism (n.) (back by popular demand): the belief that, when you die, your Soul flies up onto the roof and gets stuck there.
16. Circumvent (n.): an opening in the front of boxer shorts worn by Jewish men.


The Washington Post's Style Invitational Winners.
Readers are asked to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition.

1. Bozone (n.): the substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating the bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.

2. Cashtration (n.); the act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period.

3. Giraffiti (n.): vandalism spray-painted very, very high.

4. Sarchasm (n.): the gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.

5. Inoculatte (v.): to take coffee intravenously when you are running late.

6. Hipatitis (n.): terminal coolness.

7. Osteopornosis (n.): a degenerate disease.

8. Karmageddon (n.): its like, when everybody is sending off these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer.

9. Decafalon (n.): the grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.

10. Glibido (v.): all talk and no action.

11. Dopeler effect (n.): the tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.

12. Arachnoleptic fit (n.): the frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web.

13. Beezlebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.

14. Caterpallor (n.): the color you turn after finding half a grub in the fruit you are eating.

And the pick of the literature:

15. Ignoranus (n.): a person who is both stupid and an asshole.

From the Archives

Here is my first scarf.

It was made in the Spring of 2004.
I started it on March 18 & completed it on March 20.
It is simple garter stitch on size 19 needles.
Manos del Uruguay. 1 skein. 60" long.
Color 04.


Here is my second scarf. I made it for my mom.
It was started March 20 & completed March 21.
Garter Stitch on size 19 needles
GGH Esprit 1 skein. 60" long.
I added 3 shell-like beads to the bottom for fringe.

I started and completed another one in the next couple of days
but I don't have a picture for it.
Again garter stitch & size 19 needles.
Mondial Allegro. 2 skeins.
This yarn was a boucle, thick and thin, variegated in orange/blue/cream.
I made it for my friend Melissa.

These three scarves were made after my first Knitting class and before the next week's class. I got the bug immediately. People in class accused me of being Amish, but I took to knitting like white on rice. It's been a love affair ever since.

I have the notes for my first projects in my Knitting Journal. You might remember the one. It's blue with a woman in blue, knitting and sitting on a big, cushy, overstuffed, green chair. There is a kitty and a tangle of yarn at her feet. Now we have the wonder that is Ravelry and it is a wonder. However, my little knitting journal has my label and a little snippet of yarn along with my notes. It is the little bit of yarn that really evokes the memory of that particular project. It just reminds me how very tactile the art of knitting is. I love the ease of Ravelry and of course the community but I may need to make a trophy book of yarns from my past projects. I realize this is very serial killer, but hey, an obsession is an obsession. The picture is great but I may need to fondle my wooly fragments in the future.

Fetching Fabrics

Here are my finished Fetching - fingerless gloves




I used Debbie Bliss Cashmerino Aran.
Size 6 dpns
1 skein, plus a little more for thumb.
If I did them again I would do one more cable repeat at the top to cover more of the fingers for warmth.

Here's the pair...

and my last minute stash attack before the New Year started. Hancock's of Paducah got me with a last minute sale. I had been browsing and just made a wish list. That was until I got the SALE email. I rationalized the purchase because the New Year hadn't started yet. I know, I was weak.

But look how fabulous the fabric is!

Trees, Squirrels, Owls, & Bunnies

This is Moda fabrics by Tula Pink the Full Moon Forest collection.
Tula Pink...full moon forest...how absolutely dreamy.
I really couldn't resist. I have been toying with the idea of making a quilt. I think this would make a beautiful quilt. I also have a black, yellow, and white quilt rattling around my head. Oh the quilting dreams...they go on and on. But this is the year to create. I will keep you posted.

The ghost of Christmas Eve 2007

On Christmas Eve my hubby's brothers and significant others and a nephew came over to celebrate. Carla came too...hopping all the way.


What I love about my friend Carla is that when life served her up a broken leg she made a cast sock! Her tootsies were cold and she was resourceful and crafty and knit it up that day. She has just finished it and slipped it on.


Those tootsies are toasty now!

The Christmas Eve Menu
Brined Rotisserie Cornish Hens
Cornbread Gorgonzola Dressing
Greens Beans with Almonds
Mashed Potatoes
Green Salad with Balsamic Vinaigrette
Pumpkin Pie
Carrot Cake


Yes, it is as good as it looks. Delicious.


There are the birds. The brine really makes a moist delicious bird.

Here we are at the table.


Here's a plateful.


Here are the Girls showing off their new finery.


Dinner was delicious but being with family and friends is the best part of the holidays. I am grateful to have such fabulous family and friends in my life.

Breath of God

Yes. You can believe your eyes. This is a tin of Scripture Mints and it is not a joke. My friend Charissa lives in Texas. She sent them to me. You can pick up your Scripture Mints at many a checkout counter. No Lie.



Each tin contains a bible verse and the mints are shaped like fish. You know, the one you find on the back of cars. This verse is Isaiah 55:11 "So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it"...and with an intense wintergreen taste. You can check out other fine products at Scripture Candy.

Charissa tells me there is a Testamint Gum too.

What an interesting world we live in.

Nature v. Home Owner

Yesterday I had a lovely rainy day outing with Carla. We went and saw Juno. I give it two thumbs ups. I really enjoyed it except for the woman/parrot next to me who kept repeating any and many of the funny lines in the movie. When I arrived home I opened the door to find two small spots on the carpet and thought to myself who pissed now (see previous post). But then I looked up and the roof was leaking. Great. I grabbed a couple of bowls and started making some calls. The roof is maybe 4 years old and the roofer is awol. All numbers lead to the wrong the person. Great. I worry about the roof caving in and what the leak is doing to the wood ceiling. Great. The solution is to put out some bigger bowls, turn on TV and pick up my knitting. There is really nothing else I can do until morning when I can get on the roof.





Then...oh about midnight... I hear the sound of rocks hitting the deck (uh-oh) and then a big CRASH! The root ball of dead ivy that has been clinging to the hillside for decades came crashing down and landed on the fence and mostly in my neighbor's yard.

Aside: I grew up in the Valley and ivy is a fact of life. It surrounds you. It's in your front yard and the back yard and it's impossible to kill although it will kill your trees. Just squeezes the life out of them like a big old boa constrictor. But I have never seen ivy just up and die. Well with last year's drought our ivy on the hillside died. I had hopes it was dormant because in my experience you can't kill ivy. I was wrong.

Aside to the aside: Are we allowed to say "drought"? It seems to me that drought is a politically incorrect word. I grew up during a drought. We had water rationing. Turn off the water when you are brushing your teeth. Let the lawn die. If it's yellow let it mellow. If it's brown flush it down. Put a brick in the toilet tank. Short showers. Everyone did it. We even had a gas shortage. There were lines at the gas stations and you could only get gas on even or odd days depending on I think it was your license plate. It is vague as I was young. It was inconvenient but we did it. What the hell is going on these days people? An inconvenient truth...I really get it now as I ponder why we can't call a drought a drought. Who is it that keeps us in this comfortable state of denial? The government? The media? The corporations? Ourselves? Argh! This is all spurred on by the fact that the ivy is dead and has crashed into my back yard.

Back to our regularly scheduled program.

Morning dawns. No rain. That's good. Now I can assess the damage.


There used to be a mass of dead ivy, like the left side of the photo, on the right side.


It hit the fence


and fell into the neighbor's yard and smashed her chair flat.

But First the roof. Remember I bought a new, bigger, blue tarp in order to not have a security breech on my bed. The former tarp/bedspread that smelled like pee now has a new job. I grab the ladder and head up onto the roof. Those Trader Joe shopping bags are also good for hauling bricks up onto the roof to hold down the tarp.


The ladder was a little scary but the new deck looks great.


Here is the aerial view of the mess.

After I took care of the roof, my neighbor Mary and I played pioneer women and start hacking away at the mess.


Here is Mary's pile. We took care of her yard first as it had the biggest mess.



Here is my pile. I went up on the hillside and pulled down another precarious root ball. I figured controlled elimination was better then waiting for it to crash into the back yard. Who knows if the other side will hold. Got my workout and a mud bath to boot!

Some sunshine in the rain.
Here is my finished Tudora scarf.
I finished it last night in my disgust and worry about the leaky roof.


Then I started these Fetching - fingerless gloves.

I was going to do them in the same tweed as the Tudora but that tweed is scratchy as hell. I am using cashmerino aran. I picked up some 10 balls at the Black Knittery sellout. Lucky me. This is the bright spot in my stormy weekend.

Dog Walk #2

This walk was not as painful as the first walk. I had to hurry because rain was a comin'. The big dog is more easy going and didn't guilt trip me when I came back from the walk. Tomorrow if it is raining he won't mind. Miss Tank doesn't like to get her paws wet. She's a dainty, lady like pup and pain in the patoot.

But now I have to deal with Wiggs aka Mr. Pee Kitty. He peed on the bed last night. I think I have written that my newest coverlet since the bed debacle in September is a blue tarp. Camping grade, holes for stakes, blue tarp. It is very fashion forward for the bed room. But he found a little space at the end of the bed where he could actually pee on the comforter with all the bad kitty meanness he could muster. I have no idea what spurred this piss episode. The litterbox is clean as of yesterday morning. I doesn't really get much fresher than that. I have been giving out lots of love and still I get a bedtime surprise and laundry at midnight.

Today I bought a bigger blue tarp. I need to wash the other smaller blue tarp. This one really covers every inch of the bed. I hope this works.

If anyone has any helpful tips on what to do with my bad ass cat I would appreciate it. I am at wits end and am about to send him out into the world as coyote bait. For now he gets a trip to the vet for a check up and I can post this picture in hopes to humiliate him on the world wide web.

Dog Walk #1

Okay, okay. I did it. I took the big dog for a walk.

I have to admit the guilt was killing me and I was planning on taking both of the dogs for a walk right when my good friend Carla called me. She gave me a good talking to. Apparently she reads my blog. Told me all my own reasons. But the guilt was killing me. It was like Sophie's Choice.

But I did it.

When we returned the little dog came running. Gave the big dog a big sniff and could smell the great outdoors clinging to his fur. She turned to me and was ready to go.




Now I have a little dog giving me big baby seal eyes and standing next to the front door.

The guilt continues.

It will be her turn tomorrow. That's what I keep telling myself.

Scarf Style

Here is my version of the Noro Striped Scarf by Brooklyn Tweed.
I used Berrocco Foliage instead. 3 balls of pink and 1 ball of blue.
This is a fun and simple scarf.

Happy New Year

This year is dedicated to trimming the fat.
This means to use more of what I've got and to accumulate less.

1. The hubby and I are not buying books for a year. This a challenge because we are bibliophiles with piles of books on the bedside table. Aside from the public library option, we have boxes of books in the garage waiting for us. We will be revisiting books and clearing out some of the garage. I like to think of it as my own personal Amazon. Dozens of brown cardboard boxes full of forgotten treasures from my own personal recommended reading list.

More creative output and less stash input.
2. Make more with what I've got. Move through the yarn and fabric stash. Be Creative. "Make it work, People!" - Tim Gunn.

3. Create a Budget! Yikes what a concept and something I find a more than a little daunting. It is scary but more scary to think I will be eating cat food when I am eighty. Yes I am at an age when this stuff matters. I wish I had the good sense to figure this out at a younger age.

Health
4. Walk one dog every other day. I have a big dog and a little dog. It is difficult for me to wrangle them on walks together unless they are relatively short. We had a big dog incident where he tried to eat the neighbor's dog and since then I have been a little paranoid. Then this past fall he knocked me on my ass when a couple of other dogs walked by on the other side of a car. I do not like to fall down or hurt myself. I have been this way since I was an awkward too tall kid and prone to clumsiness like a new born foal. I have grown into my body (and added sufficient padding) but I still don't like to fall down. My solution is take one dog on a walk and alternate the days. The heart breaking stare of the left out dog is something I will have to get used to until we get into the routine.


The ultimate resolution for 2008
4. I am finishing my dissertation and walking this June. Look forward to lots of whinging, sweat, and tears to come. I am trying to finish my draft by my birthday in 15 days. All right it's out there in the universe. I had only told my closest friends and my therapist, but now you all know. I also know that it is a slightly unrealistic goal. I promise not to beat myself up mercilessly if it does not happen. I promise myself to keep working and not shut down if it does not happen. I will keep going.

Legend of the Warrior - Joseph Marshall

The young Lakota asked his Grandfather
why life had to be so difficult sometimes.
This was the old man's reply.

Grandfather says this...
In life there is sadness as well as joy.
Losing as well as winning.
Falling as well as standing.
Hunger as well as plenty.
Bad as well as good.

Grandfather does not say this
to make you despair
But to teach you reality.
To teach you that life is a journey
sometimes walked in light
sometimes in shadow.

Grandfather says this...
You did not ask to be born
but you are here.
You have weaknesses
as well as strengths.
You have both because
in life there is two of everything.
Within you is the will to win
as well as the willingness to lose.
The heart to feel compassion
as well as the smallness to be arrogant.
Within you is the way to face life
as well as the fear to turn away from it.

Grandfather says this...
Life can give you strength.
It can come from facing the storms of life
from knowing loss
feeling sadness and heartache
from falling into the depths of grief.

You must stand up in a storm.
You must face the wind
and the cold
and the darkness.
When the storm blows hard
you must stand firm.
For it is not trying to knock you down
it is really trying to teach you
to be strong.

Grandfather says this...
Being strong means
taking one more step
toward the top of the hill.
No matter how weary you may be.
It means letting the tears flow
through the grief.
It means to keep
looking for the answer
though the darkness of despair
is all around you.

It means to cling to hope
for one more heartbeat
for one more sunrise.
Each step no matter how difficult
is one more step
closer to the top of the hill.
To keep hope alive
for one more heartbeat at a time
leads to the light of the next sunrise
and the promise of a new day.

Grandfather says this...
The weakest step
toward the top of the hill
toward the sunrise
toward hope
is stronger than
the fiercest storm.

Grandfather says this...
Keep going.

The Scoodie = Fun Fashion

Look what a cup of tea and early morning browsing will find ya.

Stuff

Puppy & Stash

Tank La Rue with Mission Falls 1824 Wool (100% wool superwash)



Bodhi Den

Bodhi likes the new garden. Well, he did until I put some river rock down. He loved digging up the fresh compost in the cool dark corner to survey the backyard. We did a BIG backyard project. We originally had a big dirt pit in the back of the house. All it needed was a rusted out car on blocks to complete the picture. Four years ago we had to put up a new retaining wall. Apparently the original pink cinder block wall did not have any rebar and had started leaning into the backyard. Before the wall came a-tumbling down we had to put in a new retaining wall. It was a feat of engineering with a price tag to match. After leaving the backyard to the dogs for the last four years we finally have a place for the humans. YAY! It is still a work in progress. Got to get some plants and fancify it up. But it's coming along. I did plant some Buddha's Belly Bamboo as you can see in the picture.


Thanksgiving Morning

My hubby is becoming quite the baker man. Here are 2 loaves of Sicilian Bread for dinner. I forgot to take a picture when it came out of the oven. Then we ate it all up. It was so good it eluded photo documentation.

There was a lot of baking going on this particular morning!

Here is one of my Sweet Potato Pies! It was soooo delicious. The pumpkin pie has been completely pushed out of the holidays in our family in favor of the Sweet Potato Pie. It even sounds good. Sweet. Potato. Pie. Say it out loud...Go on SAY it...Sweet Potato Pie. Sweet Potato Pie. Sweet Potato Pie.

So good you can almost taste it.

PR: Love it!

Project Runway is back with a whacky bunch of characters. Did you see Tim Gunn looking very perplexed as the ethereal Haiku dressmaker scrubbed, I mean infused, her silk chiffon with the essence of Bryant Park Grass? I am happy that the Haiku R2D2 (did you catch the sound effects coming out of her during her description?) will be around another week. Not only for the fashion (described by Heidi as a dress pooping material) but for the sound effects during the description.

Here's a little something else you should check out.
Project Dollway.
It is a fashion competition for 16" dolls. There is some amazing fashion happening in the world of dolls. Super glamazon divalicious frocks! Oh to be 16" high with grossly out of proportion bust to waist ratio and a sugar daddy! I really missed my Playboy Bunny window. Sorry Hugh.

Fast & Furious Knits

All my BKFs (Best Knitting Friends) know that I love BIG needles and FAT yarn!

I have been busting out some Fast berets on my 17's with a three yarn combo.
Here are two more...


These are a Malabrigo chunky, Kathmandu Aran, and mystery mohair from the stash combo.


Running out the door to the UCLA/ASU game I needed a quick project. I grabbed a bag of Rowan scraps and size 17 needles. Check it out the cute scarf I made.







This scarf is made from Rowan Big Wool and Biggy Print scraps. It took me a couple of days to make, which included the fringe and sewing in all the ends. I really need to figure out how to knit in those ends. I hate the finishing work but I LOVE this scarf. It's so fun and fashionably scrappy. It's full of homemade goodness and I worked through two bags of scrap yarn. I have a bag full of alpaca scraps that now have a future as a scarf. Love the fast knits. Love it!

Stitch 'n Witch '07

All I can say is I love the West Hollywood Stitch 'n Bitchers! This is a fun, creative, and spirited group of people. Please check out the photos in the post below.

The WINNERS for the 2007 Costume Contest

Most Original: The Yarn Pimp aka Crazy Aunt Purl aka published author aka Laurie Perry
Best Use of Yarn: The Dread Pirate Swatch - Denise
Dead of the Dead: La Calavera de la Catrina - Faith

They won festive tote bags filled with prizes.
A big THANK YOU to Ellen, who always helps me fill the totes with yarn and other goodies like DVDs and vintage knitting magazines.
And a BIG THANK YOU to Shannita and A Mano for contributing gift certificates for this year's prizes. Thank you Shannita! Thank you Ellen!

Thank you everyone for bringing yuumy treats, being madly creative & making Halloween so much damned fun!

Check out my Slide Show!

Beret Parade

Berets are the hot fashion accessory for Fall. I was a knitting machine this past week. I made three berets this past weekend with a Floppy Hat Pattern from the Stitch Cafe and I also knit up Lé Slouch by Knit and Tonic.




This floppy hat pattern is FAST. You knit it up on size 17 needles. You know how I love me some BIG needles.



The yarn for this hat is Vintage 2006 Bulky in Natural (100% Alpaca), Kathmandu Aran in 122 (85% Merino, 10% Silk, 5% Cashmere), and Glimmer (95% Baby Alpaca, 5% polyester). I doubled stranded the bulky yarn! The pattern is free at the Stitch Cafe! However I purchased the yarn for these hats at Itza Knitterie. I started this hat two weekends ago and had to go back on Saturday to get more yarn to finish up the hat. I also bought more yarn for the next two hats. Oh yeah and two more hats to come!




Vintage 2006 Bulky in Grey (100% Alpaca), Kathmandu DK in 414 (85% Merino, 10% Silk, 5% Cashmere), and Grignasco Top Print in 076 (100% Alpaca).




Vintage 2006 Bulky in Fawn (100% Alpaca), Kathmandu DK in 418 (85% merino, 10% silk, 5% Cashmere), and Grignasco Top Print in 412 (100% alpaca).


Here's Lé Slouch.

Knit Picks Andean Treasure in Sunset (100% Baby Alpaca). This was also double stranded and knit up in a week! Guess what everyone is getting for Christmas!

Itza Knitterie

There is a new knit shop on the block. It's called Itza Knitterie. It's located on the cutest street in Kenneth Village on the border of Glendale and Burbank. Darcy discovered the shop and we made a date to meet on Saturday for some knit time. Lori joined us too. The owner's name is Maritza. She was really friendly. She has a nice selection of yarn (loads of Berroco) and some serious knitting skills. She was working up the cutest, lacy baby dress. All the cotton yarns were on sale. The street the shop is located on harkens back to an earlier era. It's a block long neighborhood street with mom and pop shops lining both sides. The old timey corner gas station is a florist and the old body shop is now a yoga studio. There is a French Bakery, a little market, an Italian restaurant, a pet store, a small coffee house that serves food, a cute clothing store, and a mortuary to name some of the businesses. The closest major cross streets are Glenoak and Western.

Kenneth Village is having a Fall Festival (3-6pm for families) and a Rockabilly Bash (8-11pm for adults) next Saturday October 20. Knitting, a parade, and a rocking bash to boot. Woohoo sounds like fun!

Lori is busy finishing up her Library Science Degree this semester. Hopefully when she is finished we will be seeing and reading more about her in the New Year. Gads...that's fast approaching.

For Carla

Who never met a sewing machine that she didn't like.