Thursday, November 13, 2014


You heard me.  

And I mean it.

It's that time of year when all of your favorite snuggly sweaters come out of hiding.  Whether they be exquisitely handknit or ready-made, they deserve some lovin'.  Otherwise, rattiness can set in quickly.  Granted, the sweater below is not horribly pilled, but the pilling began with just one wearing and it drives me nuts.

Do your knits a favor and take the time to take care of them.  As my collection of handknit sweaters seems to be growing exponentially, my desire is to protect them.  Knowing how much time went into their creation...not to mention the amount of moolah spent on the yarn to satisfy my yarn snob ways, it is important to keep them in tip top shape.  

Besides the obvious point of putting sachets of lavender and/or cedar in their sleeping area to keep the evil buggers away, it is a good idea to give them a shave to keep the yarny pills at bay.  The type of fiber, amount of twist in the yarn, the amount of bloom in the yarn, and tightness of knitting are just a few of the things that will impact how much a knitted item may or may not pill.  And let's face it, nobody looks good with a bunch of yarn balls up and down your arms, in your pits or across your boob-al area! 

Personally, my resolution this season is to diligently de-pill as needed after each wearing.  My arsenal of tools includes the ever popular battery operated sweater shaver.  It works pretty well, but trust me...this little beast has been known to suck up super thin fabric through the blade guard and cut holes in the garment.  

New to me this year is the Gleener.  I've used mine a few times and, for me, there is a bit of a learning curve, but I am liking the results.  

So, do your sweaters a favor and ditch the pills!

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Porch Knitting

What a beautiful day it is today!  A little chilly, but tolerable. 

The sun porch of the farm is the perfect locale for some chunky yarn knitting with two of my animal peeps while the hubs and a helper are installing new ceiling drywall in the hearth room.  Once that is up, he can proceed with hanging drywall over a brick wall in the room and then the wood stove hearth can be laid. The stove is a beast, but is a beautiful beast and, according to the specs, will be able to heat the entire house. 

So for now, my job is to sit and supervise while happily knitting away. My turn with laying tile, staining wood floors, painting walls and unpacking/arranging our new home is fast approaching. 

Who doesn't love a charcoal grey and mustard yellow combo in a chunky cowl??  Add to it the yarn being luscious baby alpaca and you just can't lose!

Have a happy...and warm...Sunday!!

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Hello, my name is Earl...

As I had previously mentioned, during our move, one of the cats (Amos to be precise) escaped.  The thought of changing the name of this blog crossed my mind, but in all reality, it was highly unlikely that another little kitty would not come into my life.

My father-in-law has some rental properties and the tenants were leaving one of them.  There was a kitten that was supposedly theirs but their intention was to abandon it.  FIL has a super soft heart and couldn't stand that thought so he brought it home with him.  It is believed that he had an ulterior motive/plan to gift me with the little darling.

He walked into the office a week or so ago and said "I have a kitty for you." He proceeded to detail all the ways in which this little furball was worthy of my love...combined with a whispered "if you take him, I will pay to have him fixed".  Wes was skeptical.  We were adapting to only having four cats.  The cats were adapting and enjoying not having to deal with the stress of Amos' idiosyncrasies. In fact, Ashley was becoming more social and Sophie was becoming less of a Miss Grumpy Butt.  The pecking order and hierarchy had been re-aligned.

And then, in walks Earl.

If looks could speak, then Sophie was screaming, "what fresh hell is this that you have unleashed upon us?!?!?!'

In his defense, Earl is just a kitten and is not really trying to attack.  He thinks all these other creatures are toys that WANT to play non-stop.  

It has been a week and things are settling down.  Earl is sort of fitting in.  The others are beginning to tolerate him and he finally has overcome his fear of Jack.  Oddly enough, Jack outside in the yard with him scares him silly, but going nose to nose with a pony and a cow doesn't seem to phase him.  

The plan is to train him to be an indoor/outdoor cat.  The barn and a couple of the outbuildings could benefit from a good mouser.  In his short life, it is clear that he had not been regularly fed and was a scrounger/trash cat.  (including an I don't know how long it had been there dead mouse he found in the yard by the pasture fence).

What is remarkable about the sweet boy?  He is extremely docile with humans to the point of going limp in your arms and allowing you to pet and cuddle him.  He purrs up a storm and gives loads of kitty kisses.  He most definitely is a keeper.

Sophie is simply going to have to deal with it.

Welcome to your new home full of adventures Earl!


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