Wednesday, October 8, 2014

WIPS and the dangers of bookstores...

Normally the Wednesday plan would be to post about what projects I'm currently working on and yammer about them for a bit.  That's going to happen, but on a different level/variety. 

In anticipation of moving, I packed up all my yarny/fibery/crafty stuff but kept out a stash of things I might want to play with. 

These are the aforementioned potential WIPS (works in progress in case you wondered):

Of course, I am still working, nay trudging along, on the sweet little baby cardigan and lacy shawl:

They are pretty mundane pieces that keep my fingers in the groove, but don't offer any real challenge...which may be why they simply travel everywhere with me...tucked neatly into a project bag carried in my purse (in reality they are stuffed in the bag and by all appearances when pulled out are having some sort of wild party in there complete with stripping off their needles and getting all tangled up) and don't get a lot of knit action.  

Popped into Half Price Books this afternoon and was coerced into buying a couple of knitting books. They made me do it I swear!  Fortunately, the projects in said books are pretty darn cool, so any trickery and tomfoolery used by way of super cheap prices is easily forgiven. 

The first one is "Color Style" by Pam Allen and Ann Budd. I mean really, can you have too many colorwork sweaters or socks. Must.cast.on.soon.  Lookie lookie...totes adorbs (which I've been told by my offspring that I'm not allowed to say, but they get their lack of following directions ability from me)...

The other book is "Vintage Knit Knacks" by Sue Culligan. I wasn't really that keen on getting it, as I have done several similar projects until I saw the pattern for this:

Shut the front door, get outta here, OMG, or whatever you wish to exclaim. Are you kidding me??? A knit clock made using a frisbee. SOLD!!

Stay tuned for more WIPS. 

Who knows what will be on my needles next!

Monday, October 6, 2014

I'm a little bit crunchy...

Don't lie.  If you are of the same age demographic as me, you may have read that and your mind flipped it and heard/sang it as Donny and Marie's:  "I'm a little bit country, and I'm a little bit rock and roll."  It's okay, embrace it.  And, you are welcome for the earworm.  

The past several years I have been on a personal quest to live more simply and more intentionally.  There is so much TOOOOOO MUCH of everything in the world it seems.  Too much focus on McMansions, too much perfect extravagant vacations, too much "need" for mega closets stuffed to the max, too much poor food choices both from eating out excessively to over-reliance on convenience "foods" from the supermarket, too much drugs for this, that, and the other and then drugs to treat the symptoms from the original drug treatment.  Too much, too much, too much.  There is no way everything purchased can be used and enjoyed to its fullest potential.  When you put it in perspective, ask yourself how many hours you or your spouse together or separately have to work to earn the money to purchase something.  It has turned into a society that lives only to work to pay for stuff and "vacations", instead of working to live.  By working to live, I mean learning how to truly care for yourself and family, and focus on life itself rather than trappings of a world that mean nothing in the big picture.

Our parents and grandparents, probably more so our great-grandparents (I know mine did), had it right.  Work hard, but live simply.  There is nothing wrong with having nice things.  The problem, in my humble opinion, is when the entitlement demon rears its head.  Growing up, I spent a lot of time with my grandparents and great-grands...what a blessing that was!  It was by their sides, and my parents' who learned the lessons of their parents well, that I was taught the basic skills for survival.  Oftentimes, people like to quote Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs and try to point out that they are achieving self-actualization.  I would challenge that.  It is easy to see from a glance around that there is a chasm between those of a generation that were humble and the generation that demands instant everything.  It is frightening to observe the numbers of individuals that lack the basic skills to provide for the basest of needs, yet claim to be "self-actualized" with a great deal of morality, creativity, spontaneity, lack of prejudice and so on.

But, I digress.  These ideas swirl through my head on a daily basis.  I hear comments made by others and think, "wow, you would never survive if you lived in another time."  A magazine that I subscribe to, and mostly enjoy but secretly sort of think it is a different version of a "Martha Stewart" lifestyle, is Mary Janes Farm.  There is always something I take away from reading an issue, but a lot of it seems too perfect.  The current issue's Editor's Note struck a chord with me.   It was a discussion of what was referred to as "farm aerobics" and the idea of how ridiculous it would seem to our ancestors to find the need to go somewhere to get exercise.  A lot of the activity you need to be healthy can be found in your own home.  The catch is you have to intentionally seek it out.  Turn off the phone, turn off the TV, turn off the computer, turn off the x,y,z gadget and basically get up off your butt and actually live and do things for a better life.  Our grandparents cooked their own foods from scratch, which involved relatively few (if any) electronic devices to prepare the foods.  Bread was kneaded by hand, potatoes were mashed with a masher, butter was churned by hand.  Of late, we have been looking for "old fashioned" kitchen gadgets...they are tried and true and don't break like today's goods.  Go outside, pull weeds and plant a garden...instead of hiring someone to do it and having only a yard that provides aesthetic rather than healthy beauty...bend down/stretch/move and clean your own house.   In simplest form, the suggestion is MOVE.

I fully realize that this approach is not for everyone.  And yes, I am different.  But different can be very good.

My wish for the world in general...a lofty for more self-reliance, more acceptance, more accountability and more tolerance.  Not to get on an even bigger soapbox, but in my view:  we ALL came from the same source and ALL deserve love.

Hugs to Amos, wherever you are.  Meowmy misses you!

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Sunday Funday

This is normally one of our favorite October weekends. Metamora Canal Days to search for treasures amongst the vendors and stock up on corn meal from the Mill on one day and a trek to Louisville's St. James Court Art Show to indulge in some shopping (and purchasing) from my favorite silversmith on the other day. 

Neither happened this year. But, to be fair, the art show trip didn't happen last year either due to a freaky rain storm the day we planned to go. We had already decided to skip Louisville again this year, but were going to do the Metamora thing on Saturday until we woke up to chilly weather combined with brutal winds. Ummm, no thank you.  Besides, I still have 3 bags of corn meal tucked away in the freezer for safekeeping. 

No worries, regroup and move on.  The revised plan involved getting up early Sunday morning and going out for a yummy breakfast followed by a visit to what will likely be the last Bargersville Flea Market trip of the year. 

Great plans are a good thing to have. 

And then you sleep in until 9:30 because the window is slightly cracked open and there is an ever so slight chill to the air in the bedroom and you are sooooo snuggly snoozy sleepy that the fact that you finally had a night with no miserable menopausal hot flashes causing you to wake up in a full on dripping sweat at least 37 times during the night which results in you choosing not to get up and ultimately finds you writing a ridiculously long run on sentence...likely also a menopausal mistake!  Say what?  Normal version:  We overslept then went to a late breakfast before the flea market. However, note that the first portion is more descriptive of my mind of late in its previously sleep deprived state. 

The fun thing about flea markets is that you never know what you're going to find. Today was no exception. Wes found the most adorable vintage ladies coat for me that had been custom made/labelled for LS Ayres.  Anyone with any ties to Indianapolis and this department store will understand this great find. What else was so special about it?? It was leopard print with furry collar (fake fur on both sections but super nice). The price? $15. WHAT??? I tried it on and felt a little bit like the stepsisters in Cinderella trying to stuff their feet into a too small shoe. Just a bit too snug in the shoulders. Bummer! 

The same vendor had another item for which I have developed a collecting passion for...a nearly perfect picnic basket. A few weeks ago I found another one by the same maker. Now, I don't plan on going on a bunch of picnics.  So what good are these baskets?  Four words:  cat proof yarn storage (that is also cute to boot!)

Sophie agrees...(even though she appears to be more interested in looking out the window and at the floor). Today's find was the red plaid version. 

Hope you had a great weekend!


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