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Sunday, September 24, 2006

Belated Eye Candy - Sunday?

The fading glory of my lovely geraniums from the balcony garden...Sorry to be so late with this...but I am up to my eyeballs in bag orders, so Friday after work was spent searching for and finding coordinating fabrics for all the National Capital Cat Show orders (Thanks, SIL for your - always - wonderful help!)

I'm surprised (and not just a little dismayed) at how long it's taking me to bounce back from the two solid months of preparation for that show. But then I try to remind myself that I had spent at least a month in almost solid preparation for the Star City Cat Show prior to that, as well, so I suppose 3 months of almost non-stop sewing is taking it's toll? lololol...I somehow thought two weeks break would easily make up for it! And I am sewing again, just more slowly...
(((hugs)))

Friday, September 15, 2006

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Finally, My Muse Begins to Return!

Finally, life is calming down and my brain seems to be returning from it's stuporous, exhausted fog. How lucky it was to find this morning, that my bloglines showed my pal Birdsong had updated with another thought-provoking essay, this time on spinning as "the new yoga!" Well, perhaps that's not where she was going and it certainly isn't a direct quote (she says she missed the "knitting is the new yoga" bandwagon), but my dear friend did provide a few reasons as to just why, now, she's decided to try her hand again at spinning (spindling?), and why it looks as if she's going to continue with it. Her last reason, specifically, gave me pause...

"There are great wooden spindles...and there is the challenge of learning the steps...to be successful in using them. This keeps my mind alert and ever-learning, and keeps me from aging!"

Hmm....that last sentence: Keeps her mind alert, keeps her from aging - ALWAYS an important issue for me, especially when I also endure the brain-fog of fibromyalgia and SLE.

But spinning? I think I'd love it, and I envy my friends who use both spindles and wheels. I can imagine the hypnotic pull of a spindle in my hands, the soothing whir of the wheel. But in my case, this is an activity I'll have to forego, and it's not just the time involved, or the issue of painful joints holding heavy objects or treddling a wheel, it's also the cost.

I'm always trying to find room in the budget to buy the lovely yarns I'd like to use, and I don't think there's a spare penny for roving, or spindles, or a wheel. There's certainly no room in my apartment for a wheel.

And fortunately, there are a lot of activities that help keep the mind sharp. I think knitting lace qualifies. And lace is certainly my addiction, no question about that. Birdsong says she used to feel that spinning took too much time from her knitting, and since I seldom have the chance to complete even one lace shawl, I still feel that way. I don't want to add another activity - no matter what it is - that will take away from that.

Thankfully, for me, knitting IS my yoga, my meditation, my method for centering myself. Knitting is my dharma, my Way, the Path I follow.

The fiber way offers so many options for finding our niche, for satisfying the need for peace in our lives. Whether you spin, knit, crochet, sew, quilt, or any combination of the many options available, I don't really think it matters.

The brain is challenged to quiet itself as we center on the fiber craft of our choice. We become one with the needles, hooks, and spindles, our eyes focussed on the single stitch or each twist and turn, our breathing slows and deepens unconsiously, the heart rate calms, and time falls away.

Namaste.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Me? NOT a Diva??? DD Would NOT Agree!

You Aren't A Diva

You don't like to cause a fuss or draw attention to yourself.
You're easygoing, and you can even put up with diva behavior from others.
This makes you everyone's favorite trusty companion.
But watch out - it could also make you their favorite doormat.

But it sounds about right to me...

Friday, September 08, 2006

Eye Candy Friday!


A nice shot of one of the two Peaks of Otter - a lovely spot in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Southwestern Virginia. We'll be driving along the Blue Ridge today and will see the Peaks at a distance, as we head to the National Capital Cat Show in Chantilly, VA! Hope to see you tomorrow or Sunday - I'll sure have lots of Nana Sadie Rose bags as Eye Candy for you!
(((hugs)))

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Bags, Bags, Bags...

All these months since I started this little business of mine, I've been collecting fabrics. Now of course, I collect all kinds of fabrics...florals, vintage and retro reproductions, dogs, birds, kiddie prints, ethnic prints. But hands down, my favorite fabrics are cat prints. (No surprise, right?) How about a little photo of my stash?
(And no, that's not all of it...just what I can squeeze into this photo! lolol!)

So this couple of months of preparation for the National Capital Cat Show in Chantilly, VA has been a chance to finally make up LOTS of the bags I've just been dreaming about. Fabrics that are out of print (lots of those!), new cat fabrics, those that are realistic, those that are novelty...

I've had a blast. And I've realized that the majority of the fun of this business comes at the end - when the bag is finished and I can see it complete. All the time spent envisioning just what those fabrics and button will look like put together comes together in a crowning moment of "AHA!"

And I LOVE that feeling. I can't EVER completely visualize what the bag will be like. I think it's going to be - fill in the blank - "fun," "stunning," "beautiful," "funky," "cute," "amazing!" But I'm never sure till I have it all together. And it's ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS a surprise!

So this has been a lot of work to prepare for - and I'm not done yet - but it's been one of the most creative and prolific artistic periods of my life! An opportunity for which I'll always be grateful. I really hope I get to see some of you there...
(((hugs)))

Friday, August 25, 2006

Eye Candy Friday!


When I retire, this is exactly the sort of quilting I want to be doing in my free time!
(and I promise, a real post, soon...)

Friday, August 18, 2006

Eye Candy Friday!

My absolute favorite flower. I never get tired of looking at these, or smelling them. No other color of rose does what these do to me. (sigh)

Friday, August 11, 2006

Eye Candy Friday!

Continuing my wishful thinking...this is the PERFECT eye candy for my Friday! Wish I were there...in location and time (yes, that's a winter snapshot of Nantucket!)

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Wistful Thinking...or "If I Could Be Anywhere..."

For all of my adult life, I've loved the New England seacoast. The lighthouses seem a romantic spot, set above the crashing waves, lighting the way to sailors trying to come home to their loved ones. This fabric was such a delight to find! I was so pleased to have someone order it, and I could make you one of them...

It's interesting that for years and years, I could not explain why I hated to be at the "southern beaches" - just was not comfortable baking myself under the sweltering sun. It always made me feel rotten. Give me the Maine coast in Fall, or Nantucket in the winter. Walking the beach in an Aran sweater and jeans. When I learned that I had SLE (Lupus) and that it gets worse with exposure to the sun, I finally realized why the beach and I were only happy together under "inclement" weather. Alice Koller, who went to Nantucket in the winter to find herself in An Unknown Woman, Anne Morrow Lindbergh (Gift from the Sea), and Alix Shulman (Drinking the Rain) write beautifully and eloquently of how the ocean and a deserted beach can help set things right in a woman's mind.

In honor of that, I made the Beachcomber Mera below:


And just for fun, but not available anywhere (as there is no more fabric and this one is sold) Alexander Henry's great bathtub print, the Rubber Duckie Mera - the perfect small-sized baby tote (for when the Maddy is a bit too large!)
Yes, I've been busy. And I suppose, if you add in the work you've seen on Knitnana this week, you can see why I'm wishing for a break on an autumnal, windswept, deserted beach! Hmmm....maybe with this on the needles?

I think the shawl will have to be made in just this same yarn, as it's perfect with the Beachcomber bag above, don't you think?

Friday, July 28, 2006

Eye Candy Friday!

I am delighted with Sundara's idea of posting a photo on Friday of something totally unrelated to knitting that is a thing of beauty...so...This lovely wedding cake was a handmade gift from a dear life-time family friend (and teacher to two generations of Nana's family!) for my DD's wedding a year ago last May. The simplicity of the tiers of single layers decorated only with live blossoms in the green and lavender wedding colors was just exquisite!

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Work as Catharsis...

My sincere thanks to everyone who emailed and commented on my family's loss this week. What I've learned in the past, has been applied this time as well, and work (which in my case, is craft) is wonderful for helping me move through the grief and pain.

I'm finishing up orders from the Star City Cat Show, and I suppose this is the purrfect occasion to let you all know that "Nana Sadie Rose will be hitting the road once again in September.

I've been invited to participate in the National Capital Cat Show at the Dulles Expo Center in Chantilly, VA on September 9-10! I'm excited and a bit overwhelmed by this, as it is by far the largest show I've ever attempted. Had I started a bit earlier (when I was first invited!), I might feel a little more in control of the situation, but at that point, I really didn't think it was something I dared to do.

Now, thanks to the encouragement of other vendors who have done both shows (Hi! Pat & Chuck!, Hi! Wendy!), the Star City Cat Show folks, and my own support system - including the aunt I just lost - I've decided I'm going to try it!

This show has a gate of 10,000. No, I'm not going to try to make even half that many bags, as it would be impossible. But we'll have a good amount to sell outright, and of course, I can take orders.

So if you're in the Northern Virginia/Metro DC area the weekend of September 9-10, stop by and see me...I'm told there's free parking at the Expo Center!
lololol!

Monday, July 17, 2006

Quality of Death...

I'm going to be grieving for a bit. One of Nana Sadie's "Roses," my aunt, died this morning at 6 a.m. She was at home, surrounded by the people and the things she loved. We can all only pray that our lives end in such a manner.

I am grateful for her life, for her influence on me, for her love. I am grateful she is no longer in pain.

I will miss her, far more than she could have known. I pray she'll now join her parents, brothers, and sisters (those who have preceeded her in death), in watching out for all of us, to the extent that they can.

I am praying for her husband, daughter, son-in-law, and granddaughter. I want them to know they are loved by those of us left behind.

Blessed Be.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Quality of Life Part III...

Remember the Eat Local Challenge? In my constant striving towards a high quality of life, today I went to the little balcony garden and found...these!
I was just out there yesterday and only one or two were turning. But we're heading into a week of 90-100 degree temperatures with high humidity - in short - tomato weather! These little globes of sunshine are just the beginning of a nice little crop. These are Sungold grape tomatoes. I also have red ones, just beginning to turn...they'll be ready in a day or two.

THIS is quality of life...there is nothing that tastes better than home grown tomatoes!

Friday, July 14, 2006

Quality of Life Part II...

When I started to write Knitnana back in January 2005, I dedicated one blog post to the women in my mom's generation, her sisters and sisters-in law. I mentioned one photo, one that has gone AWOL in my household, and which I would dearly love to find again, of those amazing women, dressed in the big-shouldered 1940's suits and heels relaxing on a summer porch, some on the railing, others in Adirondack chairs, just home (probably) from church. Perfectly coiffed and looking like a million bucks! They were confident, they were sassy, they were bold.

Tonight, I'm desperately wishing I could find that photo again. Two of those women are gone, my mom and her next younger sister. Another's life is slipping swiftly away, too fast. She's the one I talked about, in that earlier essay, who helped her husband build their own home, and put hundreds of jars of food by every year from the garden. Her country house is surrounded by the daffodils she loves. More and more bulbs planted every year. Inside, the house is decorated in wildflowers (wallpaper, china, paintings, even drawer pulls!), what I'd say was her passion.

Do you ever get to say everything you want to say? I think I was able to when I lost my mom, as I was with her every day for the last three months of her life. When Mom died, this woman, her sister, stepped in and tried to fill the void (an impossible task, but if anyone could have, she could). For two years afterwards, I trekked to Vermont to spend the holidays with her family, taking the train (still my favorite way to travel). She didn't want me to spend the holidays alone and my dear daughter and I were estranged at the time. This aunt and I had much in common that my mom and I didn't - especially sewing, quilting, and other handiwork. She was always exasperating, opinionated, judgemental. But we'd talk for two hours on the phone, easily, on a regular basis, always finding something else to say, so that often her cordless would begin to beep, and she'd say, "Oh before it dies, I want to tell you..." Sometimes she got it all out, more often, not. "No problem!" she'd say, for she knew we'd be at it again soon. The next time, maybe we'd remember where we left off, or maybe not, but it all got said eventually. Often she'd accuse me of needing to "buy stock in the phone company!" But it was as much her fault as mine...we could both talk the other's ear off...

Just a few short months ago, the cough I'd always worried about that she brushed off as "normal in our family" turned out to be the signal of lung cancer I'd occasionally wondered if it might be. She'd never smoked. But so many in that generation did, how could she not have been exposed? The diagnosis was terminal: her decision, no treatment.

Now, the candle flickers in one who was once so sassy and bold. Every one of those gals believed this: it's the quality of life over quantity. None of them want to leave those of us left behind. But they won't linger when the time has come. Not these girls.

God, bless them all.

Friday, July 07, 2006

Quality of Life...

My dear friend, Birdsong, has been faced over the past several months with the sorts of life-crises that make you stop and re-examine the way you live your life, even if you are one who is normally prone to living an "examined life," to misquote Thoreau. But today, her post is a bit more poignant than before, punctuated by the news of the unexpected loss of a family member last week and her children's pleas that she promise them she'll be there for them for a good long while (would that any of us could do this!).

Having come close to losing my own life to heart disease at the young age of 43 (and on the eve of turning 50 years old) I've spent the past 6 years re-examining how I spend the hours remaining to me. The quality of my life is important to me, as I'm sure it is to most of us, tho' we may not make a conscious attempt every day to ensure it. Family, love, craft, and doing work that is worthwhile are what count in my book.

Recently a family member of mine was diagnosed with lung cancer (you'll see the addition of the white ribbon on the sidebar below, in honor of those who struggle with this diagnosis). Like Dana Reeve ("Mrs. Superman," Christopher Reeve's wife), this woman never smoked. The announcement of this diagnosis was a shock, to say the least, as society is so smug to assume that those with this disease somehow "deserve" it for their poor lifestyle choices. (Do not get me wrong, please? I smoked for 28 years. It is a terrible addiction, and one that is difficult to overcome, but no one DESERVES a potentially fatal illness, regardless.)

In the last few months, I've been reminded again of the grace of Dana Reeve as she went about the last months of her life under the death-sentence of terminal lung cancer. I would wish for each of us the ability to move through our last days (if we know they are our last) with such equanimity.

If we don't know they're our last days, can we strive for the same anyway? Birdsong has been challenged by job loss and the redefinition of herself as a successful person. Just the sort of experience I went through when I had my heart attack and by-pass surgery 6 years ago, and lost my job. Birdsong has shown a propensity to grace in the writings on her blog.

Grace under pressure. Grace under fire. For all our angst-ridden thoughts when such crises strike, is it possible to remain detached, to try to view the bigger picture in the midst of chaos?

For me, losing my health and trying to rebuild it, was the catalyst to redefining myself and rediscovering the lost love of craft. (Birdsong never lost it!) I am blessed with an employer that treats their employees fairly, and so, for now at least, am secure in that respect, though in working for a nonprofit, none of us makes a lot of money! lolol

Knitting, sewing, and writing became the creative outlets I craved when I lost part of my sight to Lupus. Both allow introspection, as the needle and my fingers glide over the fabric to create my bags, or the bamboo and yarns combine with my fingers to create lace shawls or socks. Sewing, at least for now, allows me to supplement my smaller income. Blogging has allowed me the venue to write about the changes in my life post-heart attack and post-Lupus...The life I live is one I've built slowly, sometimes falling into the good things, sometimes actively making them happen.

Today, on the 32nd anniversary of the sudden death of my father from a massive heart attack (at the too-young age of 57), I'm remembering that my life, too, will end. And I can't promise anyone that it won't. I'm not ready for it to do so, but I know it will. I try each day to accept that it will be sooner than I want. I try hard to let the people I love know that I love them. I try to say what needs to be said now, not saving it for later, when it may be too late. I pray that I'll know and exhibit the kind of grace at the end of life that I admire so much in women like Dana Reeve, if I'm allowed to know that my end is near. And I hope, when that time comes, that I can still knit. Because it is the one thing, I expect, that will allow the space and have the power to create the state of grace I wish to be in at the end of my life.

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Garden Post - End of June 2006

Thought you might like to see the current status of the garden, at least in part...here are a couple of hot peppers. Well there really are 2 but I think you can only see one in the photo.
And here, one of the Grape Tomato plants. I think all four of the plants have little green fruits now. This is a red one, there's another red, and two yellow.
And here you can see what our weekend has been like. Just before this hit, the winds knocked out power, briefly (long enough to knock me offline!) and right after I took this photo, the heavens opened up in a deluge. Fortunately, there wasn't any lightening in this storm. That happened earlier in the weekend and cost me a night of sewing - I don't turn on a Bernina in a thunderstorm!

But the upside of that was that I got in some knitting on my sock that I didn't think I'd get to. My knitting takes a backseat the week or two before a major show as I try (always too hard) to stock up on every imaginable item in intriguing fabrics that Nana Sadie Rose makes. So if I get even a few minutes of knitting in, I feel blessed. Maybe I should hope for more thunderstorms? Um...I think one's brewing right now!
(((hugs)))

Thursday, June 22, 2006

More Cat Show Bags!


More bags...I'm busy right now preparing for this show! All cat bags, all the time! Here you see the Sophisticats Kerri on the right, Ode to Cats Mera in the middle, and Two of My Favorite Things (Cats & Books) Mera on the left...Don't forget, if you're in the area, it July 1 and 2 and the Roanoke Civic Center Exhibition Hall.
(((hugs)))

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Star City Cat Show Bags in Process!

Coming up (always a lot faster than I want it to!) the Star City Cat Show! July 1-2 at the Roanoke Civic Center Exhibition Hall and your's truly, Nana Sadie Rose, will be there with every conceivable cat bag, knitting accessories, and fabrics to create more - just in case you don't see a ready-made one to your liking!
I wanted to give you a sample of the Sadie Bag I've just finished...a nice solid for those who like to be more conservative in their bag styles...
But on the INSIDE? Well, just let your imagination run wild! lolol
I'll just show you HERE the main interior fabric I used...
Come see me? I'll be there for both days of the show! And if Roanoke is a bit off the beaten path for you, just visit my website (the button is over there) ---->

Friday, June 09, 2006

Balcony Garden Photos!

Well...it's been a couple of weeks, and things are beginning to look better in some respects...and worse in others! These are the yellow "grape" tomatoes and the basil (only 2 survived) with the parsley - and hanging above one poblano pepper.
Over here are the two red grape tomatoes, the catnip, the lemon balm, the anaheim pepper, a cilantro and I think there's a piece of the chives there, too. BUT...you'll see that there are now geraniums in the planter? Well, I was amazed to see the worst case of green worms that devoured my radishes down to the stems - in a little over a day! They ate a lot...and left me not a one. {sob}

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Updated Sunny Saturday...

Ok...things do improve - and once again, it's craft that makes the world of difference in my world! Jog on over to KnitNana and you'll see what I did today...3 new Nana Sadie Rose bags in three sizes.

What makes the difference? Well, in my mind, it's centering my thoughts and breath and efforts on something outside myself, something creative: seeing colors combine, feeling textures, watching patterns coordinate. Even a bag that I've made many times, the Kitty City bag, constantly amazes me that just a tweaking of different interior fabrics makes an entirely different look.

So thank goodness, tonight is better! Yes, I still hurt, and there were times that the struggle to work in tight spaces makes me wonder why I do it (the little Pretty Pooches is a challenge when my hands are bothering...). But then I finish the bag. And that's ALL the answer I need! How cute! What a darling item for a little girl (and this one IS for a little girl).

What a difference a few hours can make!
(((hugs)))

It's a Sunny Saturday...67 Degrees, So Why Am I a Grinch?

I think I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. It's a lovely day. I have great music on the CD player. I have the day off. But right now, I feel as if it could be raining and 40 degrees, cold and damp. I'm aching, my hands are spasming into claws. Not a good day for this Lupie Gal.

Doesn't make a lot of sense when the mood doesn't lift for the basic good things, because the basic bad things are overwhelming...but counting my blessings usually helps so here goes:

I have a wonderful job, two home-based businesses I love, good friends, close family, kitties and grandsons who adore me. I have a stash of yarn and needles and patterns to make whatever I'd like, a roof over my head and food in the larder...appropriate medical care. Most of all, a man I love who loves me. Great, good blessings, all.

Okay. I'm working on it. Maybe the day will get better (I've already broken a glass cooking pot b/c my "claws" wouldn't hold it)...there is much kitty fur to vacuum, simple cleaning to get done, then bags to finish, a show to prepare for.

When there is a sense of foreboding in my life without cause, when I'm hurting too much to do basic things, this photo, given me by a co-worker, one we lost almost two years ago to cancer and is deeply missed by all of us, reminds me that there is courage to be found in looking up. In trusting in a power higher than where I am. In letting that power take the reins for a change. In letting go...

Thank you, Gordy, I miss your kind, softspoken wisdom. I miss you.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

If It's Worth Doing, It's Worth Doing Well...

I know you've heard this...I was raised with it. Along with the corollary: Idle hands are the Devil's workshop.

So we had to be doing something always, and if we were going to do something we had to do it well...Somewhere along the line that created the Perfectionist with a capital "P" that I am today.

Well, I'm trying to slack off a bit, now that the people who raised me are gone. So then Kat reminded me that gardens start out looking a little sad in response to my last post (you DID notice my perfectionism down there, didn't you?). I've tried to lower my sights a bit to realize that on my balcony, I will not have scads of tomatoes or any other vegetable, there just aren't "perfect" growing conditions out there...but I can tell you that at present the lemon balm and the catnip are going great guns! And I guess that means that I can relax a bit over the garden at least...there'll be plenty of that for tea (and for the kitties!). Over on my other blog I've been showing folks photos of my (finally!) completed Highland Triangle Shawl, and gearing up for a summer of Amazing Lace and Summer Reading. I strive for perfection in all I do, but I'm not going to tell you where the "flaws" are in HTS (you can't see them in the photos or when I'm wearing it, but like the Hopi Indians I know I allowed the spirit room to fly free), and I've already acknowledged that I can read much less than I used to thanks to my vision, so my booklist for the summer is brief compared to years past.

I'm a joiner. I'm a doer. I have to be constantly in motion...there's not enough time, so I have to cram more in. Heart disease and Lupus have taught me that time is finite. Sleep is something I do because my body insists upon it, not because my mind is willing to stop for even a second. Because there is SO MUCH in this life I want to try, to savor, to accomplish. So many bags to make and see the color and fabric combinations come alive that I haven't even imagined yet; so many shawls to knit in patterns my fingers haven't learned yet and with glorious yarns of unbelievable softness and vibrancy; so many books to read with word pictures that writers far better than I haven't set to paper yet; so many recipes to try exploding with untried flavors; so much love to experience that hasn't touched my heart yet.

All kinds of love: for my man, for grandchildren, for family and friends, for feline companions, for pasttimes, for passions.

Wow. I'm not a perfectionist? I want to do it all, to the very best of my ability. And that's the only definition of perfection that matters.

Saturday, May 20, 2006

Balcony Garden continued...


I think they look a little sad, and I sure hope they survive transplanting...we've had such cool, gray, damp weather, I didn't dare try them outside till today (you're missing the tomato plant that's hanging up above...I didn't realize how bad this shot was). We're due for more cool, rainy stuff beginning tomorrow...so everything may rot. ;(

This is the planter that will rotate lettuces and mesclun mix from seed - right now it's mostly radishes and that clump of chives there. I'll add in whatever else I can think of later...

All total there are two red grape tomato plants, two Sungold yellow cherry tomato plants, an Anaheim pepper, a Poblano pepper, 4 basil plants, parsley, chives, thyme, cilantro, catnip, lemon balm, and geraniums. No. I don't eat geraniums. ;)

Left on my kitchen windowsill is a lovely rosemary plant. It's doing so well there, and I use it so much, I decided to pot it inside. This is my attempt at eating at least some salads locally for the Eat Local Challenge. I sure hope everything perks up. And I've put tomato cages on my list...poor babies need help!

Saturday, May 06, 2006

Just the Beginning!


Here is just the start of the balcony garden I spoke about yesterday...there are two Tami-G hybrid grape tomatoes, 3 sweet basils, a rosemary, and 2 little common geraniums in hot pink (yes, I usually do red, but I loved these, and I think with a couple of white ones or then a red or two mixed in they'll make a lovely pot!). I'll plant the salad seeds today, and some radishes...whatever else I can think of that will survive the dipping of temperatures we're to get tomorrow...

Then also today I'm off to the Salem Farmer's Market - I realized that the traffic and parking issues on Roanoke's Farmer's Market with today being the Strawberry Festival and Chili Cook-off, would just be more wasted fuel (not to mention a headache!). At our present $2.63 a gallon I'll try to conserve that as well on this Eat Local Challenge. I also learned that the strawberries for the festival came from California - what part of LOCAL does that not fit??? lolol. Strawberries will be ripe around here soon, so, I'll keep my eyes open and go for a "pick your own" day with my dear SIL! And in the meantime, I'll work on making room in my little freezer for the spoils of that excursion...

(I promise more photos as they arrive)

Friday, May 05, 2006

Eat Local Challenge

My two best, on-line buds, Birdsong and Jane have been giving me much "food for thought" over the past few weeks. I don't think Jane would mind my telling you (if you don't already know from reading her blog) that she is probably the Queen of Thrift (my mom was a darn close second...) and Birdsong is involved in the Eat Local Challenge and has provided a thoughtful discussion of her plans in participating over on her blog, so go check that out...go on, I'll wait...

Now that you're back, I'll tell you that I'm hoping to be approved to participate in this and what my plans are: I used to be a vegetarian (ok, a Pesca-Vegetarian, which means I ate fish, too) and I know I was healthier, tho' I was a lacto-ovo vegetarian, so dairy and eggs were part of my diet. For health reasons, I've been considering removing the dairy and eggs and returning to a vegetarian - I guess now an almost vegan - diet. "Almost," because I don't think I'll give up my fish. I've become a consumer of soy products (which I will exempt in my eat local challenge as I don't know of a single soy milk producer anywhere near me, and I am committed to Silk products). Other exemptions I'll make will be for coffee & tea, chocolate, whole grain pastas and rice, and salmon & tuna (my fish of choice). The margarine I use to help in lowering my cholesterol will also have to be exempted, as I will continue to do everything I can to promote my heart health, as a heart attack survivor! I may have to make other exemptions as I get into this...I'm just in the earliest of thinking on this! :)

The idea of thinking where my food comes from, and the quality of it, isn't so foreign to me...I once participated in an email message group called Positive Futures in affiliation with the magazine Yes! and there was considerable discussion of the topic then. Then, too, I come from a long line of vegetarians who grew and put by their own food. My dad always had a Victory Garden when I was growing up and I guess I got something from his genes, because I adore gardening. I now have only my little apartment balcony in which to grow a bit of salad, but I will be exploring how I can optimize that small space to add as much home-grown produce to my diet this summer as possible.

I'll also be exploring what is available on my two local Farmers Markets and at farm stands nearby, as well as farms that open up for "pick your own." A small, refrigerator-top freezer is all the space I have, but I suspect it can be better-used than it has been. And I'll do my best to utilize my local natural foods coop and local bakeries (for bread!).

Sometimes I think it's easy for us to become especially complacent about the daily choices that we make - in an almost mindless way - so this challenge is one that I welcome, if only to make me stop, zenlike, and look mindfully at the food I choose to consume and the distance it travels and whether it supports local producers.

(((hugs)))

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Abundance Thinking

I'm on a roll here, thinking authentically, examining my constantly over-"examined life" (thank you, Thoreau!). That craft helps me in my quest is a given. But while examining the construct of my days, determining whether or not I can acknowledge an "authentic life," I can't help but wonder if the idea of "thinking abundantly" does anyone any good?

There've been lots of essays and books on the concept. If we start to consider, even when a serious lack might be present in our current lives, what we do have, and be grateful for it, does more good "stuff" come our way?

I have a quote on my office wall...I do not know who said it, it was sent to me through email at a particularly difficult period in my life - it spoke to me then, and still does: "When we change the way we look at things, the things we look at change..."

Changing the mindset of "have-not" to one of appreciating the wealth in our lives (and I'm not talking just monetary wealth, here) just may make things change around for the better. And if it doesn't, what has one lost? If I spend my hours happy that I have what I do, that I enjoy the people and activities of my day, rather than grousing about how unfair life is, or what I'm missing out on, isn't the real quality of my day affected?

Of course, it is. Does it bring more good stuff my way? Well, there's probably no way to know this unequivocably. Because once things happen, they can't be undone to be redone under a different perspective...time marches on and you can't replicate that specific experiment. But I know that when I put a positive slant on things, the negatives don't seem to hurt as badly as they do when I'm in a bad mood. Those bad moods and negative attitudes just seem to make EVERYTHING worse! I think it works along with the old saw "smile and the world smiles with you..."
(((hugs)))

Friday, April 28, 2006

Sadie's Place continued...

I'm in a dreamy, reflective mood tonight, not so "turbo-charged" as I usually am! So I thought I'd share one of my favorite spots with you...A special place in my sunny kitchen, the colors of Nana Sadie Rose are the soft jadite greens and pinks from the Depression Era. Since it's hard for you to just drop in and visit, this way you can get a sense of what it's like! (Do you think those vintage pink aluminum needles are better suited to this spot than the Addi Turbos? lolol)
Collections abound here, especially anything with roses, flowers, or cats (ok, I know, that's a chicken...a gift from dear SIL many years ago, but floral still! The pinks and browns are right in fashion now! I love my chicken! And she does fit in my kitchen, dontcha think?)
When you visit Nana Sadie's Place, tea is at the ready...from vintage rose teacups we'll sip Earl Gray and learn what fabrics and styles of bag you'd like for your very own! Or perhaps just sip, listen to Mozart and knit?

Friday, April 21, 2006

Turbo-charged ? Me ?

You are "turbo" charged.
Fast moving and classy, you get things done with power and grace. Your expensive tastes can be deceiving, since what you really value is quality and efficiency. As you're careening around those corners in life, finishing a dozen knitted objects each month, stop and smell the roses. Don't miss the beauty of process!
QuizillaWhat Kind of Knitting Needle Are You?

Well, ok. True, I move fast, I value quality and efficiency, and I need to stop and smell the roses (!) far more often than I do. But while I own a Bernina for my sewing (and it's not a top of the line machine, but it's a very, very good one), I don't own a single pair of Addi Turbos for knitting! Addi Naturas, yes. Love them. Maybe I should make the Turbos my next purchase? But I just ordered 3 new SB Quicksilvers, so maybe not. With my SLE, keeping the yarn on the needles is more important than speed! And I'm far more likely to have sewn a dozen or more items in a month than knit them! Nana Sadie Rose keeps me very busy on that Bernina, which leaves my Addi Naturas sitting much of the time.

For me it's really all about the best quality for the lowest cost...especially these days...So what do you do to ensure quality but do it in a frugal way? Or do you care about frugality? Is it the best or nothing? Or, quantity over quality, because the compulsion to craft is the whole point? I challenge you to think this one over as it relates to your crafting life.

Monday, April 17, 2006

Yarn Meditation

“So I’m forced to suspend time. To work outside of time. To forget that time exists. On a subconscious level I have to believe that I have all the time in the world, or I wouldn’t be able to begin. And something happens when I entertain that fallacy. Time, which is fractal, stretches out, and I begin to experience eternity. There is something about that spacious expansion into endless time that promotes the growth of large-scale thinking, that enables one to rise above the petty stresses of everyday life. Viewed from a certain perspective, time is the only real luxury we have.”

Dear Susan Gordon Lydon. How I shall miss her. This quote from her The Knitting Sutra’s introduction perfectly expresses what I feel when I knit lace, puts poetry to the claim I’ve made that knitting lace is my meditation.

When you can finally sit down, quietly, with perhaps only Mozart on the CD player and a cup of Earl Gray tea nearby, a not-so-patient Siamese watching the strand of yarn emerging from the ball, when you can finally focus on the lace, time does indeed “stretch out” or in my mind, time shifts. It’s as though I’ve entered another dimension, where time slows to the barest crawl. Time becomes the K2tog’s, the yo’s, the ssk’s, the sl1k1psso’s. As the lace emerges from my fingers, frenetic motion within and without disappears. Calm descends. In such a space, complex problems can be seen clearly, decisions reached unemotionally. Large-scale thinking is indeed promoted. The deep breathing of peace begins.

Blessed be.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Why Craft?

I’ve always been proud of the fact that I can create something lovely with my hands, whether it’s through counted cross-stitch, sewing or knitting. Many people do not have the ability, interest, or inclination to use their hands to create. I come from a long line of women who knew how to use their hands to make beautiful things as they had little beauty in their lives courtesy of economic challenges beyond their control. They might not have always enjoyed crafting (my mom hated to sew, for example) but they knew how, and they used those skills to make their lives better.

I take great pride in the hand-sewn products I create, but I make sure that they are of the highest quality possible in order to justify that pride.

I struggled for a long time to find my purpose in life, and finally realized that while I do honorable work for a just cause as an accountant for a nonprofit organization, my purpose in life is to create beautiful and useful objects. The two descriptors are key – the objects I make must serve both criteria. You’ll seldom see frou-frou in my work.

When I receive the compliments from Nana Sadie Rose’s customers telling me how impressed they are with the quality of my workmanship and with the practicality of the designs, I know a kind of pride that I could never have imagined before. My sense of purpose is fulfilled.

I don’t usually knit as a part of Nana Sadie Rose. But when I knit in public, I usually end up laughing out loud when someone comes up to me saying..."I wish I could knit...you must be a very patient person." Well, no, I’m not. When you learn to knit you need persistence more than patience. When you have a big project (whether it is repetitive or challenging) you need persistence - the sheer determination to understand, master, and muddle through. Persistence.

Patience isn't the most important part of knitting, except that knitting certainly helps me learn to be patient, or at least helps me get through times that demand patience. I knit garter stitch dishcloths and scarves to get through long wait times – at doctors’ offices, craft shows, in airports, on commuter trains (ok, not the last two for some time now, but I have done so in my lifetime). I knit challenging things to get me past periods when I want to move the world around to my way of thinking or doing, and the world lets me know it’s just going to move at its own sweet pace no matter what I want. Those challenging projects make my mind stop obsessing over what I cannot by the sheer force of will make happen. They force me to focus on something else, even if it’s tinking back to correct my mistakes because I’ve let my mind wander. Knitting makes me appear patient to the rest of the world, when I want to grab the world by the scruff of the neck and shake it around to my way of thinking. Knitting makes me slow down and breathe. Knitting brings me peace.

Sewing does much the same, though not by the rhythm of the needles clicking together. Making my Nana Sadie Rose creations brings my design capabilities into play with the color and pattern of quilting fabrics. Sewing is more visual. Knitting is textural.

Years ago, studying ethics in education and business, I came upon a book that in a very simple, straightforward manner, just blew me away. Kenneth Blanchard and Norman Vincent Peale co-wrote The Power of Ethical Management in which the authors created the concept of the Five P’s of Ethical Power: Pride, purpose, patience, persistence, and perspective. While I can’t draw it here, the first four on that list rotate around the last. Perspective is the hub of the wheel around which the other four turn…perspective enables you to practice the others – they all work together in our lives, as a wheel works to move an object forward.

I am constantly impressed by how often these 5 P’s crop up in my thinking since that book first dropped into my life. I was reminded of it, again, when I read Ruinwen’s two recent discussions of turning her life towards her desire to become a knitting designer. Ruinwen was talking about not having patience and not being good at knowing how to wait. She hates to wait. In one post she says: “Last week I talked about paring down my life and finding out what is real and authentic to my personal self. I’ve decided that trying to do that in a season of growth and renewal is probably not good timing.” And in the very next post she says she’s going to go with the longing in her soul to become a knitting designer. What she may not realize yet is that by focusing on her dream, the extraneous in her life will fall away...it's a natural by-product of the process of reaching for the thing that matters most to us!

Who’s waiting? Not Ruinwen. She’s honoring the voice inside her that tells her that her authentic self must craft. She is drawn to it as nothing else. It will become her purpose, her pride, she will be persistent in her endeavors, they will help her develop patience and perspective. (And, by the way, she’s going to be a terrific designer you mark my words!)

So why do I craft? To develop perspective on an often insane world; to create something of lasting beauty and function; to watch pattern, texture, and color develop from a ball (or balls) of yarn and from pieces of fabric; and to move through the day, the week, the months with a modicum of sanity. But it’s certainly not because I’m an inherently patient person! Though I’m learning!

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Yarn Focus Challenge - Voluntary Simplicity...

I’ve just committed to something called the Yarn Focus Challenge. It’s a simple idea. The button for participating is in the sidebar over there. ---> It’s not the same thing as a yarn diet. As diets don’t usually work, the Yarn Focus Challenge attempts to increase awareness of the activity of indiscriminately purchasing yarn (I could add fabric in here, too!). It’s related to the philosophy of voluntary simplicity, which is not about poverty, but instead about bringing balance into our lives. Living intentionally. Being aware of what you do that works in your life and those things that don’t. Living lightly on the earth, living ecologically.

Earlier this month, I wrote about living an authentic life, in response to my dear “sis” Birdsong’s query on her blog. This post attempts to further define my idea of authenticity in my own life.

Duane Elgin is the “father” of the voluntary simplicity movement, and his book Voluntary Simplicity: Toward a Way of Life That is Outwardly Simple, Inwardly Rich is one that has graced my bookshelf and gotten much use over the years.

Early in the book, he states: “To live more voluntarily is to live more deliberately, intentionally, and purposefully – in short, it is to live more consciously…To live more simply is to live more purposefully and with a minimum of needless distraction. The particular expression of simplicity is a personal matter. We each know where our lives are unnecessarily complicated. We are all painfully aware of the clutter and pretense that weigh upon us and make our passage through the world more cumbersome and awkward. To live more simply is to unburden ourselves…to establish a more direct, unpretentious, and unencumbered relationship with all aspects of our lives: the things we consume, the work that we do, our relationships with others, our connections with nature and the cosmos, and more (pp. 24-25).”

My world routinely spins out of control…I can almost predict it, but not quite. Once I’ve been reeling for a couple of weeks, I suddenly think – OH! I’m doing it again…I’m losing focus, forgetting the things that work to make me feel more peaceful, more in control. And I can guarantee that it’s at these times that I buy things I do not need – yarn, fabric, magazines, books. It’s always a jolt when I bring myself up short and think “Knee-jerk reactions, not thinking, not focusing!”

This is what the Yarn Focus Challenge is about for me. This activity isn’t about NOT BUYING YARN. I can buy it if I really want it, if I feel there’s a project worth spending my time on for the use of it. But the Focus aspect of the Challenge is about the intellectual activity of not buying willy-nilly (I see it-it’s pretty-I want it-I buy it). It’s about living with intentionality. On the Yarn Focus Challenge, we step back and say…I can only buy yarn on ONE day this month. Is THIS the day? Do I really need THIS yarn, or do I have other yarn I want to buy, what are my plans for this yarn, is it really something I want or need? Will my planned purchase have to wait because I made this purchase (because the goal IS planned purchasing)?

There are a couple of concepts that seem, in my mind, to blend with this philosophy, too: the idea of delayed gratification. We tend to be a society to think that we deserve to have things right now. So with any purchase, if we want it, we get it. Credit makes that easy, but it’s not always the healthy thing to do, financially. And often, it’s a “quick fix” for our emotional ups and downs, I feel better when I buy, but then I’m back buying again because I’m not feeling up to snuff!

The other idea has to do with the sheer volume of STUFF we have: I get worked up whenever I drive by the storage facilities that have cropped up all over…thinking "that's just what we need – a place, out of sight, out of mind, for us to store all our stuff." How can anyone remember what they have when it's out of sight? Why would I rent space to store stuff if it isn’t necessary enough for me to keep under the same roof with me? Needless to say, storing excess stuff at a remote location redefines the concept of living lightly on the land, of keeping our “ecological footprints” small.

It’s a case of knowing when you have “enough.” Do you know what your personal definition of “enough” is? Because we're each individuals, the definition is different for each of us.

When I think about voluntary simplicity, and especially since I have a pretty good idea of what my personal “enough” is, I usually think of “things” – the “stuff” that I have too much of: yarn, fabric, magazines, clothes. But voluntary simplicity can have a lot to do with your relationships, with the manner in which you spend your time (do you spend your time as frivolously as you do your cash?), with the work you chose to do. Those areas are too broad for me to address here. But if you’re interested in the subject just spend a few minutes googling on Voluntary Simplicity. You’ll find a lot out there.

It’s spring, and spring cleaning thoughts abound right now. For me, the Yarn Focus Challenge is a time of spring cleaning, an opportunity to redefine how much is “enough” for me, and yet another occasion for me to step back and say, “breathe deeply, and think…does this work with my personal philosophy?”

Friday, April 07, 2006

Reprise - An Authentic Life?

I keep re-reading the post below and thinking that not only is my depression from last week very obvious (tho' Jane assures me it's not) but that perhaps a cynicism that I really don't feel is apparent there.

So I thought, perhaps I should revisit this post and try to convey a bit more of my thinking on what is now my authentic life? (You be sure and leave me a comment - even if it's, wish you'd left well-enough alone and would move ON!)

Since this is a slightly more sane moment for me, let me tell you that I'm usually not afraid for myself economically. I can support myself (of course, I may be doing this into my 90s if someone will let me work for them, or will pay for my crafts, and I'm still alive and kicking by then!) and have for many years. If I'm living more paycheck-to-paycheck than I would prefer, I suppose I could consider giving up some of my "luxuries" but yarn and fabric, kitty food and vet bills, not to mention cable internet connection and cell phone are pretty necessary to how I live my life, and these are about the only places I can see to cut corners...since health care and rising fuel costs take an ever-increasing bite out of our paychecks these days.

My health is generally pretty good, tho' I do have that tachycardia when upset. But I know how to deal with it, as unpleasant as it is. However, it does cost quite a bit to maintain my health, now that I'm approaching my 50th birthday, with heart disease and SLE in my medical records. I'm grateful I can manage that most of the time.

I'm the idealist I've always been, believing that we are the caretakers of our society, and we have to voice concern when we see something happening (politically, socially) that goes against our beliefs. I take issue with people assuming they know where I stand (few do, and I'll not discuss it on my blogs). I'm more conservative than many, more liberal than a few. I come from strong Socialist stock (turn of the century grandparents - the 1900s, not the 2000s!) and have a strong Business Management background, but see flaws in the thinking on both sides there, so don't use that information to classify me, either! ;)

I have a long list of "shoulds" that will never be seen where our political environment is concerned (at least not in my lifetime). I'm not a fence-sitter ideologically. My representatives know whether or not they can count on my vote at re-election time.

But I put my energies in very specific places these days. Which I guess is why I wanted to address the issue of an authentic life once again.

You see, I think I do live a truly authentic life. I think the above tells you that, stating that my politics is personal - period. I don't like to publically air it, unlike what you find on a lot of blogs today...

What matters to me most are pretty simple things: ensuring the success of my business in an attempt to secure my financial future, being a nana to two boys with a third grandchild on the way, caring for the pets I adopted till the end of their natural days (two of whom are nearing the time to cross the Rainbow Bridge), nurturing a long-term relationship with a man I've loved for many, many years, being a good friend and family member, and being a good employee in an organization with values I support.

If my apartment is a tad untidy, my yarn and fabric stash a bit over-the-top, my bank account smaller than I'd like, so be it. In my authentic life it is the term "relationships" that is key.

Friday, March 31, 2006

An Authentic Life?

"Are you trying to live your version of an authentic life, or have you thrown up your hands, daunted by the demands of daily life? Talk to me."

Interesting question, posed yesterday, by my dear “sis” Birdsong! I am trying hard not to throw up my hands today. I’m truly “daunted by the demands of daily life.” With life constantly careening off at the speed of light, it’s hard to find the time I need to be introspective enough to live my version of an authentic life. And it’s been a rough week. So here are my thoughts on your question, dear Birdsong. I hope they're a worthy reply...

Once I practiced yoga and meditation, was an ethical vegetarian, lived where I could grow a few herbs and vegies, tho’ not nearly at the level of self-sufficiency I’ve dreamed about. I was politically active.

Now? If I can find time to knit, I consider I’ve meditated. Knitting lace is best for that. I still do a bit of yoga, tho’ not enough. I’m no longer a vegetarian of any sort, tho’ I probably should be! Politically, I still vote, and I write the occasional letter to my representatives.

Birdsong’s use of the de Beauvoir quote is terribly appropriate for her. In another lifetime, I’d have agreed with that quote. Today I no longer do. I can no longer afford to live so deeply rooted in society and maintain my physical health. I try now not to get angry about things I perceive I have limited control over. Tachycardia is an unpleasant side-effect of having had a heart attack and by-pass surgery. It feels as if your heart will leap out of your chest, it is banging about so hard. Angry/frustrated/frightened = Tachycardia for me.

I do not like many things I see in our world today. I question much of what appears in the news. I am easily angered. I am easily aroused to a level of frustration that is unhealthy for me. I live at a precarious economic level. I am often frightened about the future, at a very basic level of survival. When I see the least of society being threatened at this same basic level, my pulse races, my heart pounds in my chest – I can empathize so clearly. So I work for a non-profit social service organization in an attempt to make a difference. I hope we do.

And I try to maintain a fragile state of calm. Sometimes it boils down to something as basic as telling myself to remember to breathe...I even have a sign on my desk to remind me.

I am currently on a news fast. I stopped watching the 24-hour news channels after September 11, 2001. I try to control my exposure to negativity as much as possible, and I try to avoid the feeling of “on the edge hysteria” the news channels offer on a daily basis, about practically everything, not just events that truly qualify for hysteria. I listen to NPR, for the 20 minute commute each way on most days. I do not take a newspaper, nor do I read news blogs/websites.

The choice I’ve made is clear: I am determined to stay alive. Authentic life or not, I am determined to survive, to be here for my grandchildren. Because of my health issues, I have had to compromise on the things I allow to affect my emotions. Because of my economic issues, I work very hard at my job and my part-time businesses. Fortunately, I love my work. But ethically, it's a sad place for me to be. I feel that I've lost some of my power and that I’m selling out my values and my political beliefs by making this choice. Life seldom gives us easy choices, so I try not to agonize over it. So be it.

And thank God for the Birdsongs of the world.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Springtime in Virginia!


Can you believe this is the same tree from the post just a month ago?

Friday, March 17, 2006

Born Too Late!

(photo courtesy of Hancock-Paducah Fabrics)

I simply should have been here years and years ago...I was born too late for the Victorian era, but somehow I know that should have been my life.

I've just ordered fabrics from the photo you see here. All lace and roses, ivories, pinks, burgundies, greens, blacks, golds. The colors of a Queen Anne-style drawing room, of Nana Sadie Rose.

Why is it I feel a time warp when I see rose-strewn wallpaper? Why do I go weak in the knees over a nosegay of white roses and lavender? Knitted lace shawls, antimacassars, cut-work tablecloths, fine rose-etched crystal, bone china and marble-topped mahogany furniture. I was not raised with these things.

But when I was a very small child, there was an older lady who lived a few doors down the street from my parents' house. When I could not yet talk, I nonetheless toddled repeatedly to her house to visit. Her name was Lena and her home was filled with these fine things. How did I know? What drew me there? (Questions my mother could never answer...and don't think she didn't try!)

But as surely as I found my way to Lena's home, I have loved these things for all of my life...and now when I receive a notice from one of my suppliers that these fabrics are available, I once again go weak in the knees, and I just have to buy...

Just wait till you see the bags!

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Lace for an Elegant Evening of Music

  Here, finally, is my beautiful Queen of Hearts lace shawl, she of the broken, yet mended hearts. I was ready to leave for a wonderful concert at the National Symphony Orchestra with Midori as soloist for the evening. A delightful evening, filled with the fun of new, young friends, and those of us older, my sisters, my self, my BIL. Exquisite peasant food at the Kennedy Center for dinner, fine wine, laughter, then wondrous music. And the most comforting thing, was pulling Queen of Hearts around my shoulders and feeling elegant! Posted by Picasa

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Knitters Make the Best Friends!

I've just returned from my knitting group this evening. We meet only once a month, tho' most of us wish we could increase those meetings, we usually just can't find the time.

But once again, as I do on an almost daily basis, I am impressed by the quality of the friendships we knitters have with each other. You can't forget that you had a problem with something, because you'll be reminded that "we were going to work on that this time" and then you can just sit down, because work on it you will ... this time, for me, it was short rows on socks and my teacher was Rae. Still not sure I've got it, as I'd forgotten my own practice yarn, but I know I'll have another chance to sit with Rae and learn again.

We'd only just ended that particular session when a cell phone went off - MINE! And The Man From My Past, Present, & Future - he on a lonely stretch of road driving into the night on a customer call...Off I went, outside into the high winds, as a front pushes through our region tonight - temperatures dropping 40 degrees over night, so that the wind had a bite to it. Twenty minutes later, pink-cheeked, and not just from the wind, I returned to much good-natured ribbing. These ladies are as delighted as I am by the current state of my romantic affairs, I do believe!

It's the same with my on-line knitting buddies. We support, encourage, teach each other through trials and struggles and triumphs. An e-card now takes the place of the hot dish we might bring by if we lived next door. I've never had a next door neighbor to sit with and knit. The last time I did something similar, I was a teen learning to use makeup with my best friend India who lived in the house behind mine, laughing and singing to the radio. We were just as obsessed with our pots and potions of color and scent, with the Beatles, as my friends now are obsessed with needles, yarn, and spinning wheels.

Is it any wonder that women turned the internet into the proverbial backfence? We lean across and compare notes. We nurture our friendships online the way we used to nurture our neighborhoods, when we truly had front porches.

All my girlfriends - almost all of them knitters - save my sanity every single day!
(((hugs)))

Monday, February 20, 2006

Snowy Day

 
I didn't take this photo during today's snow, we didn't have this much. This was a shot from a couple of weeks ago, a lovely snowy scene from the front of my apartment building. This is the kind of winter scene I just love! Posted by Picasa

The 'Zen' of Lace Knitting...

My dear friend Jane was musing last night as she tinked Highland Triangle Shawl that she just didn't think she had the "Zen for lace."

I replied (in my middle-of-the-night epiphany): "You're new to it. I cannot tell you how much I tinked on the first Triangle Lace shawl. And I made that really major goof on the QOH that I never caught (tinked that shawl a lot tho'). I think the "zen" to it, is that (when you know there's something wrong), you go back and work on it, tinking, or frogging to a lifeline, but even tho' you're upset with the mistake and the time you lose, you do it, you focus on it. It's not that lace isn't frustrating, because it is, but it's satisfying, it's tantalizing, it's consuming. It's like life - you can choose to muddle thru it and it'll be okay, 'the blind man on a galloping horse at midnight' thing, OR you can choose to tink, to frog, to work at it, to grow with it, to try to reach a level of perfection..."

I'm still new to knitting lace, too...and wish I could work on it more than I have time to do. I'm not sure I have a 'zen for it' but I'm certainly consumed by it. When I'm knitting lace, I don't think about much else, I don't worry or fret or fidget, I tend to have more "present moments" than when I do anything else...that's meditation, so they say - being in the present moment.

We're having snow again today - not a lot, a pesky too little to really count, just enough to cause havoc on the roads kind of snow. Roanoke has the equipment to deal with snow. The problem with snow/ice around here is that people think they know how to drive in it (especially if they own an SUV) but they really haven't a clue...I learned to drive in winter in Vermont. Roanokers think they can barrel on thru and the 4-wheel drive will save them, but you can't do that. You have to be careful, you have to be defensive, but you cannot be tentative.

It's a balance, a security of knowing your vehicle and your own abilities and having just enough fear and respect of the unknown (the snow and ice, the road conditions), and just enough understanding of the laws of physics to remain smart and alert, in the present moment.

Driving in snow is a lot like knitting lace...

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Yarn Talks

Well, I started this discussion with myself and those of you who read this relatively unknown blog a few weeks ago, and I see my idol has continued her (much funnier) discussion of a similar topic. Only she talks TO her stash, tells it to stay in its (limited) place! Mine talks to ME and tells me what IT wants to be. I don’t usually talk to mine as if it were a teenager, but then, I wasn’t very good at getting my (former) teenager to listen to me either.

Stephanie is so funny. Her stash is so much nicer (in quality, the darn stuff sounds as if it’s blackmailing her, and that’s NOT nice!) than mine. Hmmm…think that might be a goal for me? To make my entries funny and to have a nicer stash?

Philosophically it doesn’t really mix with my “less is more” voluntary simplicity thing, now does it? Although, if I remember my involvement with Positive Futures what you choose to involve yourself in (i.e. knitting and sewing for me) and spend your money on is fine. You just have to be aware of where your yarn (or your coffee, or your clothing) is coming from and who is involved in the process…(what workers are exploited, what resources wasted, and such).

Oh well…much more amusing to read Stephanie’s account of her conversations with her stash…

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Happy 250th Birthday Mozart!

Enjoying my public radio’s tribute to my favorite composer this afternoon…I only wish I didn’t have to work, as I’d be drinking Earl Gray and knitting through it all…

For those who don’t realize it - tomorrow and Sunday are the Star City Cat Fanciers Show in Roanoke! If you’re nearby, stop and see me - I’ll be in the vendor section with Nana Sadie Rose bags!

Oh, and today is also the one year blogiversary for Knitnana!

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

To Frog or Not to Frog?

When do you decide to frog? When do you decide to leave an error as is and continue on…

In the past several days, I’ve frogged more than in many months of knitting. Last summer, knitting the first lace shawl, in my online class, I frogged constantly. But since completing that, I tend to tink, stitch-by-stitch back to whatever error.

I think that when I ripped out the second lifeline in the lace shawl by too-forceful frogging I became just a tad skittish.

Three weeks ago, I began an on-line socks class, learning to knit socks toe-up (Mind you I’ve never knit socks before in any manner). I’ve frogged that sock 4 times. I’m hoping not to again. And today, into the 3rd repeat of 12 rows per repeat on the Traveling Vines Lace Scarf, I realized I’d failed to knit the 6 set-up rows. This is my second time knitting this scarf. The yarn I picked for it the first time was a wool sock yarn with acrylic. Lace and acrylic don’t mix. I learned that with the first lace shawl (the hard way).

In the second lace shawl, my beloved Queen of Hearts, I didn’t catch a major flaw in the knitting until it was blocking. I did not frog and reknit - it was more than half way down the width of the shawl and I would never have recovered emotionally. The “broken hearts” on one row of the Queen of Hearts shawl is a loving reminder of my own mended heart and imperfection.

Because this is such a lovely yarn that I’m using for the Traveling Vines Scarf (my prize from Wendy’s birthday contest), I decided I needed to do the pattern right this second time I cast on for it. So this time, I frogged it because I truly was seeking perfection in the lace.

I have always been a perfectionist. I consider that I still am. January is that month when all my perfectionist tendencies come tumbling forth: as an accountant there are many payroll-related tasks that make my perfectionism a gift to any employer or client I have. Then I usually have a large show where my “perfect” totes and bags are showcased. And of course, there is the New Year, the “perfect” time to set up goals to be “perfect!”

So what is it in me that makes me decide to frog or not?

Because it’s not just that I want my work to be perfect - I want the Navajo way of allowing a mistake in my craft so my soul can leave the work to become second nature now. But one mistake is not missing 6 set-up rows. One mistake is not having multiple holes along the reverse short rows of the toe of a sock.

For that matter one mistake on a W-2 is one too many - and the IRS would agree, as would SSA.

So maybe my knitting is like my accounting work. I can have an error in the
minor stuff, things that can be easily corrected without a major fuss, or that “a blind man on a galloping horse” won’t see (to quote friend Jane). But like the W-2’s, my lace knitting has to be as close to perfect as possible now. This is too big a deal to screw up. Yes the IRS will let me file a corrected W-2. And that blind man (like this partially blind knitter) may miss an odd little error in the lace.

But in art, which my lace is, I must reach for the unattainable: Perfection.

I’ll frog.

Monday, January 02, 2006

Welcome New Year!

While 2005 was a truly amazing year for me, I always look forward to beginning anew, to new plans, new goals, new projects! A new year is always exciting to me, even tho’ I do not make resolutions, I make PLANS.

Today, I’m sitting here as I write, with a new coffee mug showing a pile of hysterical kitties called “Caterpillar,” a Christmas gift from my niece who actually asked for help with learning to knit! Do you know what that did to this crafty aunt’s heart? Here is an important plan for me in 2006…to be available to help her learn this craft that has become a lifelong love affair of mine.

Then another treasure of the moment is the delight of laughter - the cat mug for one, and Yarn Harlot’s book, both of which were gifts this year. I’m savoring the book, an essay at a time, laughing till the tears pour down my face. What a gem! And this teaches me I must plan for much laughter in 2006.

My other plans for next year? You’ll see a new bag join those already available on Nana Sadie Rose, designed especially for teachers. There will also be a special offer on Heart-themed bags during Heart Month with a portion of the retail price going to WomenHeart. Then a new concept here at Nana Sadie Rose, the private party (similar to those home parties we enjoyed so much a few years ago) which is the brainstorm of my sister (one of my best customers!).

Of course, I’ll be at the Star City Cat Fancy Shows in January and July as well…and probably a few others during the year, so keep checking the website calendar, and stop by if you can. I’d love to meet you in person! And don’t forget, you can order your own custom made Nana Sadie Rose bag here, too.

So those are just some of my plans…But as to knitting? Shawls and Lace. Socks! I’ve only just learned to “knit while holding a porcupine,” and now it’s time to learn to knit socks. Whether that becomes a fascination of mine is yet to be determined, but I certainly adore the yarn, which is a first major step in becoming a compulsion!

Will I break down and move to cobweb weight yarn to knit a lace shawl? Or stop at lace weight? I haven’t decided. “You must do the thing you think you cannot do,” Eleanor Roosevelt said, and I try very hard to remember that when fear creeps in…Am I afraid of cobweb weight yarn? - umm, yes. And teensy needles, too.

There are other plans, too. To nurture and grow a relationship from years past, newly reborn. To nurture two grandsons and a daughter. To be a source of strength and support to family and friends (emulating a generation of women friends and family who came before me and have been such special role models). To continue my “day job” with as much devotion as the lady boss who leads us (blessings upon her, she is a treasure, and a good friend, too!). To continue to develop my personal spirituality of which craft is such an enormous part. To try to live in healthy balance of activity and repose. And to continue to write, here and on Knitnana about the various aspects of my knitting and crafting life.

My wish for everyone in 2006? That we may all learn to listen and understand each other, to work hard to develop patience, and to strive to live in peace with our neighbors on this earth. Agitation incites stress, so may I suggest that you pick up sticks and string and join us in counting stitches? Stress will fall away, the cares of the day will, too. And the work of your hands will warm you and whomever you pass your product on to. Happy New Year!

Friday, December 23, 2005

All is Calm?

Well, not quite…but it should be bright soon…

Sunday night, Nana Sadie Rose suffered serious water damage (accidental) from an upstairs neighbor. All fabrics were untouched and quickly removed from the space, as were all pieces of equipment. Everything remaining in the workspace was quickly tarped (my mom taught me to be prepared, so I have lots of plastic in the “emergency kit” - but no, this has never happened before!).

Bless my vet, I was able to move kitties out (on a holiday week!) to boarding, so the maintenance personnel could come in, knock out ceiling and walls, repair, patch, prime and paint. Everyone is coming home tonight (me, too!).

Fortunately this all happened after the last Nana Sadie Rose Christmas order was completed. I try to schedule down-time right after the rush is done…I’m always hopeful I’ll have enough energy to do a good cleaning and re-organizing of the space, as things tend to fall apart and get disorganized in the last weeks before Santa makes his appearance! Now, there will be no way to put this off! I’ve already gotten a good portion of the work done, with everything out of the space…so you know what I’ll be doing during the quieter times of the holiday, right?

Then the first of the year, get ready! There are new fabrics and a new style of bag on the horizon. I’ve been perking away with plans for the Sadie Teacher bag…prototype will be done by mid-January. My sister is planning two “Nana Sadie Rose” home parties in Northern Virginia for the last weekend in February where the Sadie Teacher bag will be unveiled! (Email me if you’d like to attend?)

(Oh, and if you get the opportunity, come see Nana Sadie Rose at the Star City Cat Fanciers Show on January 28-29, 2006 in Roanoke VA at the Clarion Hotel)
Happy Holidays!
(I promise, back to “philosophical” notes after the first of the year!)

Friday, December 09, 2005

Why Shawls?

It’s a fairly well established fact that I’ve become addicted to shawls, to lace shawls specifically, in the past year. It’s interesting that I can’t quite put my finger on why. Why am I addicted to a garment that up until this year, I’d never worn? Now I make them and wear them - and wear them and wear them. I cannot imagine that I have survived almost half a century without owning one of these wondrous wraps. I remember a vague representation from childhood that shawls were what “little old ladies” wore, and I’ve just admitted that I’m about at the “age of maturity” (and a Nana to boot!). But these shawls are not what grandma wore. These shawls are works of art! They are lace!

Lace knitting, I believe, is an addictive process. Much like yoga or Zen meditation, the brain is slowed, the entire cardiac system follows suit, and a healthful, peaceful state is achieved. (I am not suggesting that lace knitting cannot also make the heart race, as happens when you’ve discovered an error in your work without having a lifeline in place!)

But that type of calm is addictive, especially when you’re the classic Type A personality that I am…I breed heart disease in every (short, shallow, tense) breath. Except when I’m knitting lace. When I knit lace, my breathing expands, my heart slows, my blood pressure drops. Combine lace knitting with a violin or cello concerto and I’m as close to nirvana as I can get.

Lace knitting is an artistic process, too. While at present, I knit other people’s art (other people’s lace shawl patterns) my art is in the details of stitches, colorations and textures. Perhaps one day, I’ll design my own lace shawl pattern, but for now I’m perfectly happy to render other people’s ideas in my own creations. The drama of a lace shawl, tossed over a simple top and slacks or long skirt showcases my knitting abilities and proclivities….

I’ve been asked what one does with more than one shawl. It’s a question of some amusement to me…what does one do with more than one sweater? As many yarns as there are to try, as many shawl patterns, the possibilities are simply endless. Shawls are a salvation in summer air conditioning, and extra warmth in chill winters when one is trying to keep the heating bill at a reasonable level.

If indeed a lace shawl knitter is put on this earth to accomplish a certain number of shawls in a lifetime, at present I’m too far behind to ever be concerned with dying. There are four in my home, ready to be knitted (the yarn and patterns purchased) and at least 4 more in the planning process (yarn and patterns chosen, but not purchased). Of course, there is one on the needles. Two lace shawls are complete.

I’ve completed a third shawl, a healing shawl, my first, in K3, P3 pattern that is not lace. I have another healing shawl in process, too. But the healing shawl movement is subject for another essay on another day.

Saturday, November 19, 2005

Compulsion or Addiction?

Those two words have been used almost interchangeably for a good long time and by very learned people as well as those who aren’t so learned. I personally believe there is no difference between the two, but I’ve heard true addicts insist that a compulsion isn’t as severe as addiction - as in “I’m not addicted to alcohol, I’m a compulsive drinker - there’s a difference!” I don’t agree…

A compulsion is defined by Answers.com as:
‘An irresistible impulse to act, regardless of the rationality of the motivation.
An act or acts performed in response to such an impulse.’

An Addiction is defined as (same source):
‘The condition of being habitually or compulsively occupied with or or (sic)involved in something. ‘

Since there truly doesn’t seem to be a difference, I’ll tell you where I’m heading with this: I am an addict. A fiber addict. I am completely irrational when it comes to such things. I adore fabric, I adore yarn. I would play with them all day if I could. I have an irrational need to be surrounded by color in the form of fabric (beautifully saturated cottons, especially) and yarns. I suspect that it would be enormously difficult for me to turn down a truly wondrous yarn, even if there were no food in my house (oh, well, maybe it’s not quite that bad - yet, anyway!).

I now have the yarn and patterns for 4 lace shawls purchased and waiting for me. Along with patterns for at least 6 more lace shawls that I’d love to make and wear. I’ve only managed to make 2 lace shawls since May. Add to that, I made my first shawl, a prayer shawl, in January/February: it’s not lace, but I love wrapping myself in it.

I can’t imagine that I can produce more than 4 in a year, along with the sewing for Nana Sadie Rose, and my other miscellaneous knitting projects, my job, my family, and a little something called sleep.

But I’m surely going to try to make all four every year…I guess that means I’m addicted to shawls, too?

I have high hopes for something to happen this winter: my office closes whenever the weather is bad enough that the local community college closes. I am dreaming of a very white winter…lots of closings, so I can play with my yarn, knitting shawls, listening to Mozart, and drinking Earl Grey tea, while my Siamese sits next to me just watching and waiting for me to miss her little paw sneaking out to catch the yarn.

Oh I have got it bad…

Friday, November 11, 2005

A Day Late...

That old saying is the perfect description of my normal behavior when it comes to planning…I’m always a day late and a dollar short! Now it’s time for Christmas planning, and surely better crafters than I have been hard at work for months on the gifts they intend to give.

I’m not even sure that I can make what I want to make (I suppose there’s a certain beauty to that, too - if I can’t figure it out, I can drop by the store and buy something last minute, right?). Making knitted gifts is something I’ve only tried once before (last year’s fun fur scarves) - as sewing is much more “up my alley.” But once again, I’m casting about (!) for something different to give, that won’t break the bank.

Since I’ve done the scarf thing, I hate to do it again, tho’ frankly, I do think that folks will enjoy more than one (and I might get pushed into it at the last minute). This year, however, I’ve decided to try to make my grandsons’ knitted hats! Since I’ve never made one before, this will be a challenge. I’ve had one experience on dpns and let’s just say that VooDoo is frogged till, perhaps, after the holidays!

So why do I always wait so long? (last winter, family gifts were crafted in the last 5 days before the “big day!”)

Maybe it’s denial? I promise myself that there really are more hours in the day and there aren’t? Or maybe it’s Polly-Anna-ish? I am SuperWoman and can accomplish much more than the normal woman in 24 hours?

Maybe it’s the proverbial “eyes bigger than the plate” syndrome…I want to give so much more than I’m capable of giving - hey if that were it, don’t you think I’d be crafting in January for the NEXT Christmas?

I think, tho’ that the reality is, life just gets in the way of my good intentions. That and the old “why do today what I can put off till tomorrow” procrastination thing. So I’ll go ahead with my plans, entirely larger than life, and get done what I can.

Oh, and I’ve still got Nana Sadie Rose orders and another craft show ahead of me!

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Does Yarn Know What It Wants to Be?

Some of my knitting friends have commented on their blogs about their yarn “speaking” to them and letting them know that it didn’t want to be something they were trying to make it be, or that it was “happy” being made into something else. Ruinwen has discussed just this on her blog and those of us on the various Yahoo groups that Knitnana has listed on her blog (me, for those of you who don’t know!), have discussed this at some point or another, as well.

Just this week I cast on for my second Aibhlinn and Voodoo.

Aibhlinn is a wonderful pattern by Mary Burr. I loved making my first one which you can see on my knitting blog Knitnana and I’ve loved wearing it.

But I digress. I had skeins and skeins of Plymouth Encore DK in a black and cranberry tweed. I had originally thought that perhaps I’d knit a shawl, but there is so much acrylic in this yarn and I’m knitting lace shawls these days, which don’t take to acrylic well.

This yarn has been sitting and calling to me. I would never have truly thought a yarn could yearn. But this yarn has. It’s popped out of my storage box (from the BOTTOM of the box!), has fairly screeched at me when I put it back and put the top of the box back on. This yarn has been desperately begging to be something for months. There’s a funny story with this yarn. I bought it from a discount yarn store back in late winter, for something else entirely (I forget what), then decided I needed to make a shawl with it. But I didn’t have enough yarn. So I checked ebay and found exactly the correct number of skeins I needed in the SAME dyelot, and then won the auction! This was obviously meant to be. Till I realized there was too much acrylic to do lace well. Since then I’ve not known what to make with it…

So now, an Aibhlinn is on the needles and more than 6 inches completed - these bobbles were sooooo much easier to make than when I knitted it before in the cotton. Aibhlinn in Encore is knitting up so fast! And this week, for the first time, I’m trying out knitting on sticks in the round (Aibhlinn is knit in the round on circular needles) to make matching Voodoo fingerless gloves. This Encore is making this learning experience a breeze, too! (I’ve never knit socks or mittens)

So did this yarn know what it wanted (and just nudge me along till I figured it out)? It has to be the explanation. Why else would this yarn now seem content? It’s happy yarn making two happy items. And I think there might even be enough left to make a hat for my man…if he wants one, that is. Will the yarn be happy to keep his head warm? I hope so. We’ll see.

So the next time you try and try to make something and it just doesn’t seem to be working…try getting quiet and then… ask the yarn. You might be surprised by the answer you get! Just maybe some of the nicest knitting experiences you’ve ever had!

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Teaching Old Dogs...

In the interest of reducing stress on my right shoulder, I’m trying to switch my knitting style from English to Continental.

I started another Aibhlinn from Knitty, thinking that the K3, P3 would be a relatively simple pattern that would give me lots of practice with Continental. I’m using a deep burgundy/black tweedy yarn, Plymouth Encore DK, to make it. If I succeed in this, my next “learning experience” will be using the same yarn to make fingerless gloves using dpns. (If I don’t succeed at Continental, I’m still going to try to make the gloves!)

I guess this means an “old dog” can learn new things? I’m spending a lot of time at Knitting Help watching the videos. They are such a help!

Hmmmm….my pattern came from online, the yarn was bought online, the knitting instruction is coming from online…I found my local knitting group online.

What on earth did we do before the internet? Oh, I know. We learned at our mother’s knee. Well, you know what? This old dog (taught English knitting by her Mom) was a pretty lousy knitter (because Mom only knew so much) until she “met” all the wonderful gals - they are mostly gals - on the internet who are part of the online knitting community.

I’m an in-betweener…one of those folks who came kicking and screaming into the computer-age. I watched as many of my contemporaries (and their parents) lost their jobs because computers were faster and handled the more mundane job activities. I made an early decision that I was going to know how to use computers even if I wasn’t fond of them. (And I really wasn’t.) I became a keypunch operator (back in the days of IBM cards?). And from there I morphed along with the technology (I remember going “live” for the first time on a main frame computer and threatening to throw the monitor through the window) as I put myself through college in accounting (more computers). Well, I’m relatively fond of the technology now, even tho’ computers still make me crazy more often than not! Still I can’t imagine life without mine.

I really do spend a lot of time online. There are those in the blogging community who have decided that they must take a break from blogging, from “wasting” time on the internet. Well, I admit that it’s very possible to do that. But I learn so much while I’m out here that I just can’t justify going offline. I respect those who choose to reduce the time they are online, but it’s not for me. Not right now, anyway.

Of course, I have a business online. I have two blogs. I own 3-4 Yahoo groups and participate in a few others. I can’t imagine reducing my internet time without sacrificing a lot of knowledge.

And besides, if I truly want to knit instead, I’ll do like my pal Jane and knit at the computer while I read blogs!