

Chronicles of a book-loving fiber junkie
During my houseboundness, I found myself watching a lot of mindless TV and movies, thanks to the brainfog of Percocet. And in that mindless TV and movie watching, I was thankful to have yarns available for mindless knitting. I did finish these three bags
The body of the purple bag is rainbow dyed, not so you can notice, but it was supposed to be rainbow dyed with purple, pink and green. I dyed it with hot pour and didn’t wait long enough between pouring to get good color definition. The color variation is slight, but it looks pretty cool against the contrasting purple.
I get such a kick out of how each one of the bags turns out, because while I’m knitting, they look shapeless and ugy. It’s not until going through the several washing cycles that they look completed. And they don’t look like bags until they’re blocked. I’m starting to get the feel of how the different wools felt, and now I’m ready for a change. I’m finishing up knitting the wools that I have spun or dyed and am contemplating how to put different wools together to take advantage of their various rates of shrinkage.
I love you so much,
I’m knitting you a treasure.
I hope you enjoy it too.
It gives me lots of pleasure.
I knit it in the airport
I knit it in the car.
I knit it on my breaks at work.
I knit it in the bar.
Am I being obsessive
Have I gotten carried away?
Only when you receive this eight foot scarf,
Will you be able to say.
This is Eddie. He is the first dog we got after we moved out here four years ago. In town, we had three large dogs, but within six months lost them all in a short succession of deaths. Ian was reeling from the loss of his companion of 16 years, a remarkable dog that loved him unconditionally when he was drinking and no one could stand to be around him. Ian wasn’t ready for another dog he said – no one could replace Bud. And I couldn’t argue that. This was a dog who came racing through the dog door when he heard the theme song to his favorite TV show – America’s Funniest Videos then would kneel in front of the TV to watch and comment on the whole show. The other two dogs were my running partners. It’s hard to start over – dogs are family.
One day Allison called me at work and said there was a terrific dog that needed a home. She wouldn’t call if he wouldn’t something special. At first Ian balked, but co-incidentally, that issue of Black Sheep Newsletter had two articles of incidences of people losing livestock to neighbor dogs. We had purchased our llamas and were boarding them with Toni in Chilcoot until Ian finished our fence. I was nervous. Ian reconsidered and agreed to the meet this dog of Allison’s where he was being kenneled. Eddie had Ian at hello – still has him.
Eddie had wandered into the ranch where Allison boarded their horses. She and her girls loved him. He went by the name of Lucky. The name reminded me of the joke about the three-legged dog who couldn’t see out of one eye. Ian and I are big fans of the black and white photographer, Edward Weston, and decided this dog needed a black and white name, hence Eddie.
Yesterday when Allison drove down our long driveway, Eddie was waiting for her at her driver’s door. After four years, he was thrilled to see her. Different truck, different smells, but he knew her just the same. How do dogs do that?! He loved all over her, but when Ian came home it was clear to me whose dog he is. It was hard to take the first step of starting over on our dog family, but Eddie is lucky and so are we.
I finished a couple more hats and have decided to do two more so I can send another half dozen to the
The sweater is an absolute disaster. I carefully blocked the pieces and sewed up the side seams. What I failed to do was wash my swatch or I would have calculated the measurements differently. The armholes that I carefully measured at nine inches are closer to a foot and the sleeves simply don’t fit. I’ve ripped them back and will knit them longer but I have a feeling the final sweater will fit Goliath. It’s a jacket so I was okay with loose – this is way beyond loose.
After the wasp incident, I went back upstairs and finally found his unrepentant self and sent him to reside in the septic tank. I can’t believe that six months before my 60th birthday, I who have never ever been stung by an flying insect in my life, get stung, not once but twice by the same miserable creature. I mean, what do wasps do anyway? They don’t make honey and as far as I can tell, they live to sting. Anyway, that run of luck is over.
1. I grew up on an organic farm in
2. My parents had me so late in life that was father was born in the 19th century.
3. My parents lived in
4. I was born in
5. My mother taught me to knit and the Red Cross taught her to knit as part of the war effort – the first world war.
6. My great grandmother hiked the Chilcoot Trail to the gold rush in
7. The gold bracelet I wear comes from a single nugget she was given for bringing good luck to her outfit.
8. My mother wore the bracelet until she gave it to me when I got to high school.
9. It doesn’t come off any more so I am always wanded at airports as a potential terrorist – me and the other old folks with implants and plates.
10. When I was nine, we moved into the little house my father built out of scrap lumber.
11. My parents got our C of O before the house was finished.
12. For the first year we heated water on the stove and took baths in a galvanized tub in the kitchen.
13. We had an outhouse – it was painted green to match the trim on our white house.
14. My mother raised meat rabbits for money so she could stay at home with me.
15. I had to walk a mile to the school bus, uphill both ways – okay, just one way.
16. My mother played piano in church.
17. She gave me accordion lessons – gads.
18. I lived in the
19. My oldest son was born in the
20. Ian is my third husband and we celebrate our 10th anniversary in September.
21. We have seven children and seven grandchildren between us and they all like us.
22. I was a medical transcriber for two years, so I can type really fast and I can type what I hear.
23. My only brother is 23 years older than I am.
24. I fidget – when I was a kid, people used to say, “Can’t you just sit still?” and I would think, “Whaaa….?”
25. I was raised Protestant.
26. I am a confirmed Catholic.
27. I still eat the same as when I was growing up.
28. I am still the same weight and size as I was in high school.
29. Some of my clothes are really old.
30. So am I.
31. My favorite color is green but I’m starting to like purple.
32. I have always hated purple.
33. I have finally learned never to say never – or always.
34. I can’t bear to knit one single project at a time – minimum four.
35. I like to bead with seed beads.
36. I decided to learn to weave because my mother wanted to learn but couldn’t afford a loom.
37. I have two looms.
38. I don’t love to weave.
39. I will learn to love to weave.
40. I love to spin – spinning is my meditation.
41. I learned to sew in 4H which I couldn’t wait to join when I turned ten.
42. I am a good seamstress.
43. I don’t sew anymore.
44. I took cooking in 4H but it didn’t take to me.
45. My mother-in-law taught me to cook.
46. I am a very good cook.
47. I don’t like to cook - I don’t have or make the time.
48. My great grandmother, my grandmother and my mother were all professional cooks.
49. My mother and grandmother were able to work all through the depression as cooks at truck stops.
50. My daughter doesn’t cook either.
51. Both my boys are very capable cooks – the lineage switched gender.
52. My best friend is my husband.
53. He cooks.
54. We met through work.
55. We love to camp.
56. Our favorite campground is
57. I am allergic to sagebrush.
58. Our place is named Sage Creek Farm because that’s what is in our creek.
59. I take allergy shots for sage brush.
60. The hardest thing I have been through is my daughter losing a baby.
61. My daughter is my favorite woman on the planet.
62. Alexia, her daughter, is 2nd runner up.
63. I started running when I was 30 and continued for 25 years.
64. My furthest fun distance was half-marathon.
65. I ran in the Journal Jog as a bride, wearing a Laura Ashley dress.
66. I fell off of a mountain bike and couldn’t get my toe out of the toe clip.
67. I’ve only ridden a mountain bike once.
68. I was able to run after the first knee surgery but had to quit after the second one on
69. My running partners were my two dogs and after they died, I scattered their ashes under some willow trees on our favorite trail.
70. They pulled out the trees and paved the trail over after we moved out here – progress.
71. My grandmother taught me how to make custard and pie crust.
72. I am a good pie maker.
73. I like to make pies, any kind, including quiche and meat or tofu pies.
74. I love dark roast coffee, the darker, the better.
75. My favorite drink is India Pal Ale – I can’t drink just one.
76. I prefer red wine to white.
77. I drink a bottle of wine a month.
78. On the Myers-Briggs personality scale, I am an EFTP, which means I talk a lot and like to have a lot going on all at once.
79. I was a white blonde clear through high school. I once met an albino Mexican girl who looked just like me and my feelings were hurt because she wouldn’t talk to me.
80. I knit really fast.
81. I talk really fast.
82. I don’t drive fast.
83. I love to read.
84. I can’t enjoy the mystery genre, no matter how hard I try.
85. I am angry at our White House Administration.
86. I don’t trust the mainstream media and get my news from the Internet and NPR.
87. I worry that we won’t leave
88. I am a good sleeper – no insomnia here.
89. I was diagnosed with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome in 1996.
90. I resent it but am glad to finally know what’s wrong.
91. I hated the high desert when I moved here, but after living in
92. I love the high desert.
93. My favorite season is autumn.
94. Spring is my second favorite season but it’s usually very short here. The high desert is spectacular in spring.
95. I am impatient and tend to follow directions after my first attempts fail.
96. I am trying to enjoy every age as I am in it. My mother lived to be 95, so I expect many stages and ages to come.
97. Ian says I “spread” but it’s important to have all my tools around me when I’m working. That’s why he insisted on a workroom for me when we had this house built.
98. We only fought over leaving a window open from my workroom to the great room – he was right.
99. I asked him what he wanted when we were planning the house – he said, “A view.” I’m glad I listened to him. He was right.
100. I don’t have to be right all the time, but I do like to be right.