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Monday, October 07, 2019

Don't Leave Your Pets (Or Kids) in a Locked Car

I've always wondered whether I'd be as strong in action as I am in my convictions, but today I found out. I can. A colleague noticed a car in our parking lot with the alarm going, and a pup inside. It wasn't a terribly hot day and it was cloudy, but I felt terrible for the pup who was setting off the motion detector inside the very expensive car every few minutes. I googled and learned that when the temperature is 70 it can be as high as 100 in the car. The pup didn't appear in distress, but it WAS concerned. As was I. I called our non-emergency police number and was immediately transferred to the emergency department. The Animal Control officer came out soon after, about as the car owner was walking up. They spoke, temperatures were taken, the pup was assessed. Apparently there are apps that will start the air conditioning from afar? (Well, you can tell I know little about expensive cars.)

So I've learned that I will take action when I think it's warranted. I waited 15 minutes before making that call, and waited longer for the Animal Control officer. All told, that pup was alone in that car a minimum of 45 minutes - and possibly longer. It was lucky it was an overcast day in the 70s. Or maybe I'm all wet? I don't know.

But I do know, I'll call again, if need be.

Friday, October 04, 2019

Venturing Into New Craft Territory

I have discovered circular knitting in a way I never imagined: using machines! After several evenings of watching Margaret Olander and researching elsewhere on the internet, I finally broke down and purchased the Michaels' version, the Knit Quick Machine. I was quickly in love, and purchased the Addi Professional Knitting Machine. (see below, the Addi is in front).

I purchased, on Margaret's advice, an adjustable, folding workbench from Harbor Freight (which the two machines are attached to up there in that photo). I watched more videos, and made a few more hats and scarves. I searched on Facebook Marketplace and discovered an affordable used Innovations Knitting Machine (now only available second-hand) and purchased it. Once it made it's way to me, I realized I really was hooked.

There is an issue with any knitting machine (circular, at least): the number of needles. In the order presented above they are: 40 needles, 22 needles, 44 needles. So I had the machines to knit for small adult's, children's, and premie's heads. There were two more sizes so I purchased the next largest: the Addi Express with 46 needles. As of this writing, it's still in its box, as I have no where to position it, without another workbench, but...okay, then...

Finally I put an order in for the largest, the Sentro with 48 needles.

Why so many? Well, when I knit, and likewise, with crochet, I cast on a different number of stitches based on the size of what I'm making. Why should the machine knitting be any different, I theorized. It turns out, I'm correct. So I now have 5 machines and the opportunity to make up multiple sizes of hats and scarves and finish off my huge acrylic stash. These machines will also knit flat, but I haven't ventured into that, yet.

And why do I have such a large stash of acrylic yarn? I mostly inherited it from my best friend who had to stop knitting a few years ago. She gave that yarn to me when she learned I had a friend whose husband was interested in getting hats for a group of homeless veterans he was serving. About the time I got the yarn, my hands began causing me troubles: the so-called eczema that was actually psoriasis and got exacerbated with the eczema treatments everyone insisted I needed that just made things worse than they needed to be. I'm beginning, two years later, to have some results in treatments, and I think there might be light at the end of the tunnel and healing to come. But there's no way I'll be able to knit up (by hand) all that yarn in my lifetime. So the machines have come to the rescue!

My friend died this summer. It's now something of a mission of mine to make up that stash for the purpose (or a similar one) that she handed all that goodness over for me to use. I think she might be intrigued with this new craft I'm learning. I hope so, anyway.

And then my local knitter friends discovered I had these fancy machines and wondered if I might bring them to our annual charity knitting event and demonstrate the use of them. Would I? Of course, I would! So another folding workbench WILL be added to my mix of machines. I am so excited!

Would you like to see some examples of my machine knits? Oh, of course, you would!

This first is a wine hat on my Knit Quick from Michaels. The yarn is Vanna's Choice.

The finished hat.

A child's rose scarf made with Vanna's Choice on the Addi Professional

A gray hat knit on the Innovations machine with Vanna's Choice tweed. I added some Vanna's Choice black to the gray tweed to make the pompom. Oh, and YES! I have ALL of the pompom makers from Clover!! They are so much fun!

So I have jumped back into knitting in a big new way. Will I get the old "Ultimate Sweater Machine?" A friend has one she's willing to barter with me for, so I might, I just might. I can see myself knitting small kids sweaters for charity. I've really moved to the mindset of knitting for charity, as I've made most everyone in the family all the sorts of things I would make that they would be willing to wear. The grandsons (and daughter's) will be happy with machine knit hats. And I'm thinking of sewing doll clothing (for 18" American Girl type dolls)...but that's another blog post...

Monday, June 24, 2019

So What's Up?

Not a lot, and a whole lot, depending on what you're asking about.

Does anyone else feel like there's no end to the things that keep us up at night? Or wake us from a sleep that's fitful at best? And then add on the CPAP, and I'm having a rough adjustment period, here.

But Nana Sadie's Attic is having so much fun adding new items and restocking some favorites! Like these:

Stop by the shop soon, won't you?

Wednesday, June 19, 2019

As We Age...

That's likely my least favorite phrase when I'm at the doctor's office! I started hearing it at age 30 when I got my first floaters and visited my eye doc in a panic. I'm extremely nearsighted, you see, and I learned my "vitreous gel inside the eye was collapsing" hence the floaters. It sounded awful, and the fear that I might end up with a retinal tear didn't help. But as I've gotten older and lived with it a bit, I've gotten over the awfulness of it!

And that's what I've learned over the years, they might hit me with that phrase, and I might panic for a bit, but then, I sit with it awhile. It becomes a part of who I am, and I move on...till the next time.

Well, in the past few months, I've had quite a few of those things hit, and the other day, I realized that getting older tends to require another device dependent on electricity! Things like the heating pads I use every night, my TENS unit that helps with a fibro flare, the apps on my iPhone and iPad that I rely on to wake up, eat right, etc...And last week, I got a new one: a CPAP.

When I picked it up on a Thursday, I held off trying it out till the weekend. It was a good thing I did as that Friday night wasn't a good one. But Saturday? Oh my goodness! I woke on Sunday feeling the best I had in years! Energy plus ability (I probably over-did, as well). Today, it told me I had a silver star! (Yes, I do relate to those silly milestone things these apps offer)

And then in my continuing battle with eczema, this woman's YouTube channel popped up in my recommended list. Well, I'm obsessed with her tips and tricks, her down-to-earth style.

But what nailed it for me? She talks about "As we get wiser." NOT "older" or "aged" - WISER! Oh that positive note is exactly the one I want to croon...We are wiser not older! (okay we ARE older, but we're focusing on the positive aspect - we are WISER!)

So okay, now it's "As we get wiser..." and I'm going to begin to correct every person who states the alternative to me - because that's what the medical community needs to adopt. Is so much nicer to hear!

Monday, October 08, 2018

Making Changes to My Space

Nana Sadie's Place has been, mostly, here, and to a small amount of space, in my home. It was primarily the sewing studio, which remains pretty much intact and one day, I'll get it straightened up enough to take more recent photos of it.

But more recently, I've been working on shifting things to the upstairs of my home, into my bedroom. Since the shoulder replacement, the bed and I have parted company. That left a huge open space that could be better used as craft room space. So that's what I've been doing. How about a little taste of it? Via video?

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Crochet? Really?

So who knew that someone who goes by the moniker of "Knitnana" would succumb to the crochet bug? Heh.

But that I did. And have made two "giant" granny squares (18" square or thereabouts) for two of my three furry feline friends. I have one more planned. These are "Blankets of Jo" in honor of Jo McLaughlin mother of Ming, Tao, Fu, Wilbey, and Morpheus. She passed away a few weeks ago, suddenly. We all were torn apart with the shock of it, and some of us decided to try to emulate her "Blankets of Fu" magical bits of yarn and Fu fur that every kitty who received one instantly adored.

As I've always known, working yarn into some creation is helpful in dealing with grief, and so, out came yarn and a crochet hook. And these are the results:


Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Once Upon A Time...

Most of us were caught in the so-called "Sandwich Generation" and some of us still are. That meant we were taking care of, usually, teenage kids and also aging parents at the same time. The squeeze in the middle was us. And it usually meant that we short-changed ourselves on our own care, especially if we were also working adults. What was left to cut but our own time? And yet, being called on to aid everyone else and forgetting or putting ourselves last usually took it's toll.

Somehow, I thought I'd left that behind. My mom died 22 years ago this month. My daughter is just beginning her 40s (and her own turn in the Sandwich Generation, I suppose). But there was a surprise for me, and one I'm really very honored to have sprung on me. When my brother-in-law died last fall after a long battle with cancer, it suddenly fell to me to be the one to help my older sister with her own health issues through the struggles of widowhood and all that entails. She lives several hours away from me, so that means a weekend every month or so on her home turf. She will be moving here, but in the interim must divest herself of 40-ish years of lifelong accumulations as well as the home they loved. She has picked out her new place here, which is exciting, too!

Last night, as she wrangled with yet another pitfall of widowhood (it's always about the paperwork, doncha know?), I said, "Well, this is a learning experience." And she replied, "Like I'll ever need it again."

I agreed that I hoped she wouldn't. But reminded her that it's entirely possible that I might - not the widowhood part, I'd have to marry first and that's not in the cards (no matter what my tarot says!) - but knowing what the differing agencies/retirement plans/IRS rules say will help this elder accountant in the future as I come in contact with folks in need. I work for a disability organization after all, and who knows who might need some kernel of information I gather along my own life path?

She worried last night that she was keeping me up and I was tired having fought a bad tummy bug over the weekend. I was tired. But as I reminded myself and her there's nothing I'd rather do than help her, so I made the effort to take a few minutes with the tarot, incense, and candles, lighting my own path of meditation and introspection before heading off to dreamland. After all, slowing down like that helps me drift off to sleep that much easier!

So I'll close up here with a photo of the sweet traveler's notebook I'm using to track everything she and I are doing for her. She loves her flowers, so this was the perfect book to use for my beloved "Big Sis."