I almost wished everyone a Happy Independence Day but that was yesterday, apparently. So Happy 4th! A little late. And that got me thinking about my Canadian friends and how I missed wishing them a Happy Canada Day back on the 1st...sorry about that, hope you enjoyed yourselves too.
Our 4th was pretty uneventful aside from The Kid bringing home The Drunk Girl to spend the night but we'll talk about that later. I mean, it really was pretty uneventful.
What I wanna talk about it the great resurrection of old stuff, namely this one old thing here:
The Irish Hiking scarf I started back in either February or March of 2007 (!) and then it had a bit of an accident with coffee and cats in November of that same year. I recall thinking I would salvage what I could of the yarn and toss the rest (I know this because I wrote about it) and make something else with the remaining 90,000 balls of yarn I had. However, earlier in June I was cleaning (ha, ha! I know!) I found the yarn and the last bit of the scarf, which I thought I had completely dismantled, in a bag and decided, "What the hell! May as well finish this sucker!" And so it began all over again. While I don't have a picture of where I'm currently at, and who really cares, I am probably about a foot from finishing. She says with pride.
Now, on to some crocheting weirdness: I have a friend who is having a baby. Fairly soon. So I look through the 70 gazillion baby blanket patterns I have here which is what had inspired the cleaning.
Anyway, I decide I am not really finding anything much that is hitting me as the baby blanket I want to make for her wee-one-to-be, though I am finding lots of booties, sweaters and bonnets, but that isn't where I'm supposed to be going. So I decide to wing it and grab some yarn and begin winding it into balls.
I start this new project, making a prototype, and as I begin looking for an edging for it I stumble upon the exact pattern, which is really just a few stitches clustered together, in a very old publication dating back to around the end of the 1930s or early 40s. After finding an edging I liked I continued searching, thinking I might like one a bit better, and oddly enough find the same exact pattern, yet again, in another publication though this time newer (late 1970s/early 80s). After giving it some thought and showing it to a friend she realized that she had seen it or something very similar to it either on the Internet or elsewhere in print not terribly long ago, perhaps within the last 5-10 years. And realizing this, neither of us can actually identify it in its newer, updated form*. Prior to working the group of stitches I don't recall ever having seen the written pattern before, however the stitching looks familiar though I feel that way often with crocheted pieces.
This might be weird it if was a complicated pattern, but it isn't and stuff like this is duplicated time and time again, changing stitch counts, yarn gauge and hook sizes, thereby calling it an "Original."
Anyone recognize it?
*By "newer updated" form I mean worked up in something other than a yarn heavier than a fingering weight.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
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Thursday, July 2, 2009
On beautiful afternoons...
We really enjoy taking Marley out for a walk in the woods.
It is incredibly peaceful aside from the massive amounts of people riding bikes, or horses, or jogging, which is a thing of the past for me with exception to a couple nights ago. But that was really more of a mad, crazy, insane run in which I was trying to kill myself; another story for another day. Or not.
The Forest Preserves across Illinois are gorgeous and very well taken care of, offering tons of activities, but walking the dog, hand in hand with my husband, is really my favorite because there are just so many beautiful sights in nature to be seen. Not to mention that I really like my dog, and most days my husband too.
The best days are those that are mostly clear blue sky days, with temperatures ranging from 55°-80° otherwise I sweat like a hog and that isn't good for anyone. Which is why we left town last week, which is also another story for another day...
That was totally worth reading, I know.
It is incredibly peaceful aside from the massive amounts of people riding bikes, or horses, or jogging, which is a thing of the past for me with exception to a couple nights ago. But that was really more of a mad, crazy, insane run in which I was trying to kill myself; another story for another day. Or not.
The Forest Preserves across Illinois are gorgeous and very well taken care of, offering tons of activities, but walking the dog, hand in hand with my husband, is really my favorite because there are just so many beautiful sights in nature to be seen. Not to mention that I really like my dog, and most days my husband too.
The best days are those that are mostly clear blue sky days, with temperatures ranging from 55°-80° otherwise I sweat like a hog and that isn't good for anyone. Which is why we left town last week, which is also another story for another day...
That was totally worth reading, I know.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
We'll just change the subject then.
This was going to be about something completely different this afternoon but I am still trying to cope with my bitterness and anger over of a neat freak who vacuumed after my thread broke and exploded 500 or so beads all over a pristine hardwood floor (among other things). However the good news is that I was able to rescue 923 of them, but the flip side to that is: I still ran short and had to run hither and yon looking for more. I didn't find enough.
I worked really, really hard on this:


Beading hand spun yarn is the slowest process in the world.
I worked really, really hard on this:


Beading hand spun yarn is the slowest process in the world.
Monday, June 15, 2009
How would you smell if you were picking poop from your hair all day long?
Not too good. Trust me.
Although it wasn't my hair nor was it anyone's poop I know, which is a good thing, plus my nose is stuffed up pretty good but my dog still loves me.

So, yeah, yeah, we're back to this:

Sheep...messy little critters. But these few fleeces I worked on today were by far a lot better than those I did over the weekend (that brown Merino and the white Targhee - oy! - dirt and dung tags galore). Today it was just a matter of pulling off some burrs and bits of hay and a tiny bit of poop and it was done. Then they went into the bucket of slop I started last week to ferment for a couple of days, to cook in their own filth. Seriously.
I read about this Suint Bath stuff in Spin Off, written by Judith MacKenzie McCuin, where she talks about the Fermented Suint Cleanser method of cleaning fleece of excess lanolin; a very, very stinky process, but also a very green method as it uses no soap or heat. There is talk about it also over on Ravelry and on a couple of blogs on the web (as opposed to those in the newspaper, duh).
I could give more details on this, but quite honestly I am so damned tired and sore from the beating I took over the weekend trying to hand wash the more tender fleeces (and I have more to go!), I'm not gonna, not now. So I'll just show you some pics:

a Targhee X soaking in the Suint wash

a Texel Fleece soaking, though I think there is something else in here as well but I was so busy yapping on the phone I can't remember what I threw in there!
This next picture is larger because I am so proud it turned out so well. A gorgeous Merino fleece, still damp, from the Suint wash:

And, that is all she wrote.
Although it wasn't my hair nor was it anyone's poop I know, which is a good thing, plus my nose is stuffed up pretty good but my dog still loves me.

So, yeah, yeah, we're back to this:

Sheep...messy little critters. But these few fleeces I worked on today were by far a lot better than those I did over the weekend (that brown Merino and the white Targhee - oy! - dirt and dung tags galore). Today it was just a matter of pulling off some burrs and bits of hay and a tiny bit of poop and it was done. Then they went into the bucket of slop I started last week to ferment for a couple of days, to cook in their own filth. Seriously.
I read about this Suint Bath stuff in Spin Off, written by Judith MacKenzie McCuin, where she talks about the Fermented Suint Cleanser method of cleaning fleece of excess lanolin; a very, very stinky process, but also a very green method as it uses no soap or heat. There is talk about it also over on Ravelry and on a couple of blogs on the web (as opposed to those in the newspaper, duh).
I could give more details on this, but quite honestly I am so damned tired and sore from the beating I took over the weekend trying to hand wash the more tender fleeces (and I have more to go!), I'm not gonna, not now. So I'll just show you some pics:

a Targhee X soaking in the Suint wash

a Texel Fleece soaking, though I think there is something else in here as well but I was so busy yapping on the phone I can't remember what I threw in there!
This next picture is larger because I am so proud it turned out so well. A gorgeous Merino fleece, still damp, from the Suint wash:

And, that is all she wrote.
Déjà vu
Looks very much like last summer around here...
...sort of, 'cause I have got me some "helpers" this year...
...who like to dive in and steal the wool when I'm not looking...
...and, this year instead of just two or three fleeces to wash, I have a mega-ton!
There are nine (9 !!!) in the back of that vehicle, to wash, but those aren't the only ones now hidden in this house.
yikes
...sort of, 'cause I have got me some "helpers" this year...
...who like to dive in and steal the wool when I'm not looking...
...and, this year instead of just two or three fleeces to wash, I have a mega-ton!
There are nine (9 !!!) in the back of that vehicle, to wash, but those aren't the only ones now hidden in this house.
yikes
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