Sunday, July 12, 2020


Woo hoo....the knitting of Mosi is a done deal. I was actually shocked yesterday when I realized I had finished the sleeve colorwork chart and that it was time to start the ribbing.

Here's the inside for those of you who like this sort of thing. I do. I find the inside of colorwork fascinating. You can also see how many ends I need to weave in. It's not actually too many because I carried the strands up the side which is a pain but saves lots of weaving and makes a sturdier fabric imho. 

I tried it on. It fits perfectly.....except the yoke is a little bunchy. It looks almost gathered. I don't think it's a blocking issue. It's like there is too much material between the ragland sleeve decreases. Maybe if I had a bust it would even out but I don't so there's that. It's not terrible. Just unexpected.

I've also got a little hem flipping to deal with-but not today. On some fine day when the humidity isn't oppressive I'll block the thing and deal with any problems then. Right now I am just going to enjoy the finish.

Saturday, July 11, 2020

The Streets of Laredo

I bought my TdF fiber last September. It was the Streets of Laredo festival colorway from Dragonfly Fibers that benefited a charity for refugees at the border. I thought it was a bit on the wild side but it was for a good cause so I brought it home with thoughts of this year's Tour. Little did I know at that time what a nightmare this summer would turn out to be. Who would have thought. Steven King maybe.

I have to say that the fiber is.....odd. It's Polwarth and silk and it's very raggedy. I've never seen this in a commercially processed braid before. There were loose bits everywhere.

It was hard to split for spinning but I managed three lopsided nests. 

The singles have a very tweedy look and a very tweedy feel. It's not very soft for Polwarth which is strange.

My other TdF plan for this year was to finish up Trinidad, the California Red fleece I washed and carded last year. I just can't bring myself to do it in this unholy remodeling mess. There is something about all that loose fiber flying around in my boxes of foodstuff. I think I'll have to stick to the tamer commercial stuff for the duration. 

Friday, July 10, 2020

6 Times the Charm

It took me six tries to get this last row on. It just would not line up. I ended up having to rip the whole row apart and make adjustments in the blocks themselves. It was no fun. I wondered why I ever thought making quilts was a good idea in the first place.

As soon as the mail came I remembered why. I make quilts so I can buy stuff like this. I had bought another Kaffe Fassett jelly roll and some plain backing material for that gosh darn hexie quilt that may or may not ever get finished. 

I bought the jelly roll because the one I had in red looked lonely. They are so pretty I just may not make anything with them at all. I just might collect a new one to admire every few months as a reward for being locked in the house for the rest of my life. 

Thursday, July 9, 2020

Dog Days

In spite of the terrible heat Mosi's sleeve is this big now. A lap full of wool is not much fun in the summer but I am determined to wear this in the fall when all the nasty tourists go home and I get my boardwalk back again. Even though the beach is still closed and the water park is just opened a few hours for us townies, they still come. 

Pimpeliesse is now heading into some color. It's about to get interesting. 

I'm still having fun with my little reel. The kinky texture isn't very pretty as it knits up to be honest but pulling it off the reel as you knit is still pretty cool.

I went ahead and bought two more of the reels in different colorways to tuck away for a rainy day. They aren't the kind of thing you want to do all the time but they do make a nice change when the mojo is fading-like when you are on your 12th straight day of 90 plus degree weather. Ugh.  

Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Stormy Weather

We had some monster storms Monday night that left me with a very bad headache yesterday. Every time it rains I've been getting them lately. Ugh. The only thing I did yesterday between naps was to wander out into the muggy mess and look at the cart garden. 

We were worried about the cukes getting pollinated but I could hear the buzzing bees before I even got close. I've got plenty of cute little baby cukes thanks to their efforts.

The tomato vines are full. They seemed to have stopped growing taller which is fine by me. There are more than enough tomatoes on the vine if we are lucky enough to have them all ripen.

My eagle eyed DIL spotted a berry bush in the yard down by the creek when she was here last week. I do recall the banks of the creeks having berry bushes when we first moved in but I'd forgotten all about them. I'll have to do some homework to figure out just what they are.

The kale and the chard have not fared so well. I had to move them up onto the deck after some nasty bug decided to snack on them. They don't get as much sun up there but I can keep a better eye on them.  We've had three meals from them so far so if that's all there is it hasn't been a total loss.

Speaking of snacks, the Hostas are in all their glory-what's left of them. The deer have eaten most of them all the way to the ground this year. The Mister was doing a regular hat dance out in the yard over it. Last year they killed all of the ones we had on the far side of the yard. We'll have to figure out a deterrent for next year or we might not have any left. 

Tuesday, July 7, 2020

Three Strikes

I was pretty sure I'd have the next row finished on the hexie top to post about today.

Yesterday I had a good ole time listening to my audio book and getting the last block appliqued down all afternoon. It was a real dog day outside.

Everything was going so well.....

....until I went to sew the whole row on. Everything seemed to line up just fine until it was sewn down. Then it went all wonky. Every time. After three tries to get the vertical rows of sashing lined up I gave up. Rip, rip, rip. I'll tackle it again some other day. Darn thing.

Monday, July 6, 2020


My Pandemic fiber is off the wheel. 

This is the fiber I dyed the weekend of the cancelled MDSW.

That was a pretty fast turn around for me. Fiber usually lives on my wheel forever. 

It's more balanced than the last chain plied fiber that came off the wheel. Thank goodness. 

It's already the start of another Pimpeliesse. I'm really hoping I don't end up with clown barf as it knits up. If it does it'll suffer the same fate as a Happ for Harriet I once tried to dye for. It went into a pot of black. Jet black.

Sunday, July 5, 2020

Shellfish Love

The humans might have had a miserable 4th this year but Daughter's kitties had a ball. They knew something was up when the newspaper came out.

"I told you I wanted extra Old Bay." 

"You keep a look out and I'll grab one out of the bag and run, okay?"

"I love you Mr. Crab."
We sure missed everyone this year but those kitty texts did make us laugh. 

Saturday, July 4, 2020

Risky Business

Yesterday was the first time since St Patrick's Day that either of us have set foot in a store. I've been able to make due with delivery but there was one thing we couldn't get brought to the door or out to the curb. 

I was nervous about letting The Mister go down to our corner crab shack and pick up a bushel but it's the 4th and some things are worth taking a risk for. Our area numbers are still heading in the right direction and everyone inside and out was masked up so it seemed okay. 

We can't gather as a family to eat them so we divided them up in the back of the truck and the kids took theirs home to eat. I did get a few precious moments with the Grands. I cried when they left. I cried the other day at the park when I saw a baby that reminded me of them. That's one good thing about mask wearing. It does hide the tears and lately there have been plenty. I hate this. 

Lucky me. They came bearing gifts. I had a box full of produce and a giant bag full of kale and chard from their garden.

They brought a cooler for their crabs and had filled it with frozen dumplings for our freezer. We are on the back side of delivery so it's been slim pickings here for a few days. All the edibles were very much appreciated. 

I also got a bouquet. I love hydrangeas. They remind me of summer weddings. I had no idea there were white ones. Now I want one. 

Happy 4th everyone. Instead of fireworks and watermelon I'm spending the day making masks for Daughter. Her rink is opening up on Monday and she's going to need as many as she can get. Did I mention that I really hate this? I really do. 

Friday, July 3, 2020

All Wrapped Up

Not much has been happening in the downstairs craft room lately. I've been playing with mandalas when the mood strikes me but that's not been very often. With all this isolation my creative energy has pretty much flat lined I'm afraid.

I got all excited yesterday when I realized I hadn't finished the card I was making for the Baby Grands birthday on the 9th. Finally I had something that I wanted to work on. They are stopping by today so it needed to get done. 

I couldn't figure out how to use all the animals so I just kept it simple. 

While I was working on the card I remembered I still had all the summer soap to wrap. I had been putting it off. I had seven batches to deal with including the two batches The Mister made. 

I had told him that if he made the soap he had to help wrap it and he did.

 He didn't want to do any of it at first and it took some coaxing but then he decided he wanted to help me wrap all the rest of it. He did a great job and now I've got another box of beauties in storage. As soon as it cools down later this summer/early fall I'll be re-homing them along with all the leftovers from spring. There will be a giveaway in the not too distant future. Watch this space. 

Thursday, July 2, 2020

October 2011

October 2011 was when I started this piecing project. I was tired of hexies. Daddio was making buckets of them at the time and I needed something different for myself.

After a hard day of wrangling Daddio it was nice to come home and piece away listening to a good book.

The little "footballs" are not as easy to put together as a hexie flower and it was slow going. I was just learning to paper piece at the time and to be honest my work is awful. I look at it now and cringe but all the memories in this thing override its obvious flaws.

Making all the "footballs" was one thing. Putting them all together was another. I was way over my head. I still can't believe I pulled it off. 

Appliqueing it all down was an epic job. We were remodeling the bathroom at the time and I had a bathtub in a box in the living room. It was the perfect sewing table. I still laugh at the memory of it especially now since I am living in an even bigger remodeling mess.

I broke in my new kitchen table working on the border two years ago when the ill fated kitchen remodel wasn't even on the horizon. 

It took me forever to get it all quilted. I loved doing it by hand. Machine quilting makes me nervous but a hoop and some stencils are the cure for what ails you. 

Voila.....Frankenquilt is done. I call it that because of the terrible stitching that is visible from the nine year learning curve I encountered in its making. I lost so much during that time. There were many heartbreaking goodbyes including Daddio's-but I also gained two daughters in law, the Grands and Pup. Frankenquilt is a raggedy testament to life going on. 

And....there is still more to come. Once again the past meets the future. This was Daddio's very last piecing project from 2104 and it is going in the hoop.....tomorrow. Today I'm celebrating a finish that was a long time coming.