Daddio has two of these things in his little cubicle at the nursing home.
They are little quilts that have toys and other fiddly things sewn on them for him to play with.
He likes them if you direct him to them but what he likes to do when I am there is read. I usually bring him the local weekly paper but today they were out so he was content to look at the store ad. I had him trying to identify foods. It was interesting. He told me ice cream was something you found under a bridge and he made hand signs to explain strawberries. He did recognize a graham cracker though. He used to love those.
I know you have all seen Kathy B's call for Twiddle Mitts in memory of her Mom who shared Daddio's cruel malady. I dug out a ton of stuff from the stash and am ready to go.
I am packing my new Marshall's bag (with elephants!) with yarn and needles and heading to Daughter's for a long weekend of kitty sitting. I'm actually packing several bags of new to me projects. I'm really looking forward to some serious sitting and knitting. I won't be home until Tuesday.
I've also packed my summer read. Knitting, reading and drinking tea. It's gonna be great.
I've been spinning from the box of little puni/rolags I made earlier in the spring when the weather was nice enough to get outside.
I'm just spinning one at a time not paying attention to the colors. That's Merino and it's very nice.
But the box was getting empty so I needed to make more. The problem is that this is a bit messy and since the bugs came out of hibernation I am stuck inside for the duration. Bugs love me. I am already an itchy mess just from taking the dogs out. Booo...
So I had to learn to do this with a minimum of mess in my comfy chair in a very cramped corner of the stash room.
My biggest problem was working on my lap to roll. I was getting lumpy rolls.
I am using a quilting square under the towel to give me a hard surface. Now I can get on with it.
After my flaming weaving disaster of a few weeks ago I finally worked up the courage to give it another go.
I went stash diving and came up with some colors that seemed to play nice together.
It was an uneventful warping and a drama free transfer to the loom. I hope that's a good sign.
Whoever I got the idea of using those counting threads from needs a giant thank you. They make all the difference for a rookie like me.
Now you can see what's going on. It's going to be a simple plaid. There is some fancy stuff ahead. Maybe. It's something else that is new to me so I am not going to put it out there this time until I see if it works. If not I can still save the warp and make it a plain twill. I hope.
That's still a ways off yet. I've got lots of threading to do in the meantime.
Soap making is certainly hit or miss sometimes. Last week's efforts left me with little to brag about. The first problem I had was with the new Melon Balls scent. It was horrible. It smelled like rotten fruit. I tossed the whole batch after unmolding and tried again with something I knew smelled good-Pinkberry Mimosa. It smells heavenly but looks like a car accident. I also think that red I used is the one that turns the lather pink. I should have tossed it. Boooo me....
I tried again. Blackberry Sage is a redo after the Pinkberry mess. I know this one by heart and it's one of my favorites.
The Sugared Spruce came out nicely in my new little mold. It makes lots of mini bars. I like that since I get bored easily with a scent.
The Island Nectar is so-so. It also smells great but the pour was messy to say the least. By this time The Mister was getting impatient with the kitchen being in a uproar for two days in a row so I was rushing.
Finally in a last ditch effort to redeem myself I made some more Lemon Zest soap but since I was out of all my hard oils it's a very soft bar at the moment. I hope it cures into something usable or I wasted a lot of good stuff.
Since I was out of everything I ordered some more supplies just to have them on hand while promising The Mister no more soap adventures for a while but.....
...look at the free samples that came along for the ride. That's just not fair.
When I am not frogging and restarting knitting projects I try to spend a few minutes a day at the sewing table for some hand quilting.
The first block of the quilt I am working on is done. I even got through all those Dresden petals and that wasn't easy. Going through all those layers was hard on the fingers and very slow going.
The yo yo pillow top needs one more row and then I need to figure out how to go on from here.
The summer mini quilt needs one more motif and then I can put it all together. I suppose a matching table runner is next.
Miss Chicken is sharing the quilting table at the moment. I think she is coming along nicely. My biggest worry is keeping the cats off her. I can just see them now using her as a scratching post. For the record I just bought them a new post hoping to save my new couch cover. All for naught. They hate it.
Those mitts I began back when it was cold are progressing. There was a lot of drama with the second one when I apparently lost the ability to read a chart but after a good frogging it's back on track. I hope. I am almost afraid to look.
The main lace project of the moment was Aubade until I realized it was going to take forever to get around one of its huge rows. I am halfway around the second to last row so an end is in sight even though it may take a while-and then some.
Since the basket I had Nurmilintu in was empty and I needed some instant lace gratification I started another Hap.
I rarely make the same thing twice but I really liked the mindless nature of the beast.
The unicorn barf handspun that I also dyed is a bit problematic. If I hate when I am done it's getting dunked in black. That'll fix it.
Tracery is heading to the neck, slowly but surely.
It's in that awkward phase where you can't read the chart anymore. You have to use your brains to keep the pattern going while making all the shaping decreases. It's not fun but I suppose it's good for keeping those old brain cells firing and goodness knows I need all the help I can get.