tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276932772024-03-07T04:00:01.965-05:00Traveling KnitterSometimes knitting is a journey, and sometimes you find you've knit a life.Elysbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428524658330118134noreply@blogger.comBlogger375125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27693277.post-16420992185422219082016-02-16T13:28:00.002-05:002016-02-16T13:28:38.826-05:00What IS the weather? I don't knit for others. In fact at quilt guild the other night Glenna asked when do I knit for others and I promptly replied "When Hell freezes over." and briefly felt bad for being rude. The rudeness was proven worthy though as she went on to ask for a Christmas stocking. NOPE, NOPE, NOPE.
But warm places may be experiencing a chill. I was knitting a Louisa Harding cowl a while back and Elysbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428524658330118134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27693277.post-41394296491666250782016-01-28T16:06:00.000-05:002016-01-28T16:06:17.260-05:00Why knitting is apparently dangerous.
Just wanted to drop in and talk about an occasion; in which I almost get chaptered.
It was busy, pull up a chair, get a snack and a drink.
I’ve been having a lot of mood swings – hating humans, irritability, just general “WHY are you making that noise?!” attitude. Could be perimenopause, could be PMMD, could be a hangover from radiation; who knows. I don’t actually CARE what the cause isElysbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428524658330118134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27693277.post-19843070361681838022016-01-08T12:10:00.000-05:002016-01-08T12:10:23.389-05:00Looking around with purpose
Last year TAO needed a new truck for work. The usual frustration of two widely varying money personality types ensued for a few weeks and he ended up with a very nice Jeep Grand Cherokee.
With a tow package.
Then, as we were driving places, the refrain became: “I could tow that.”
Trailer – "I could tow that."
Boat – "I could tow that."
Camper – "I could tow that."
And I, knowing how sometimes Elysbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428524658330118134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27693277.post-5340895770468130552014-06-19T01:00:00.000-04:002014-06-19T01:00:07.593-04:00Life went on.Today is my daughter’s birthday. Is? Was? Would be?
She was my first born, second to die. And her birth changed my life. So did her death.
My life isn’t what it would have been if she had lived; in so many ways my decisions would have been different—my focus different.
But her life isn’t what happened. MY life happened. My good life, my life that I am grateful for every evening. It’s a Elysbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428524658330118134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27693277.post-76616671683588617072013-06-08T18:49:00.002-04:002013-06-08T18:52:13.385-04:00Liars, Tolls and Raccoon - Oh My The last two weeks have been action and adventure packed. Almost a Chevy Chase comedy.
It started on the 23rd – with the Movers being MIA. Yup, took the money and ran. Luckily I am inherently suspicious and implemented plan 2 early. When it became apparent the movers would no-show I ran to U-Haul & rented a truck. Fabulous friends picked up the closest available tow dolly (in some town Elysbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428524658330118134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27693277.post-62977552367060532052013-04-21T09:29:00.000-04:002013-04-21T09:29:49.279-04:00Sounds like a swear word but isn'tOr perhaps it is.
I refer to the MTHFR gene mutation. And while I am a nerd I am NOT that much of a nerd that I had ever given it a moments thought. Until I tested positive for a double selection of it. I won't bore you with the pages of wordy goop associated with it, but I do think this
MindMap is an interesting thumbnail of it. (although I wish I could replace the word porn with YARN)
Elysbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428524658330118134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27693277.post-79531634474669719852013-04-14T09:21:00.000-04:002013-04-14T09:34:55.949-04:00It can't all be sunshine and avocados.
I am knitting another Color Affection. As I mentioned last year I really enjoyed knitting my Color Affection. I loathe wearing it though. So when a friend started knitting one for her mother and bogged down because she hated the knitting of it; I volunteered to knit it. She had three tones from the Brilliant Jodi at Shamelesstwist, so I am happily knitting away with a delicious yarn and Elysbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428524658330118134noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27693277.post-85818680144964881002013-03-19T19:00:00.000-04:002013-03-19T19:06:27.868-04:00Stakes and SteaksAs the tagline says "Traveling Knitter."
I eat away from home A Lot. Steaks have always been an "at home" meal for me. I hate to pay restaurant prices for what is usually mediocre & I don't eat in expensive steakhouses by myself. And I don't usually do steaks on the road - no grill.
Digression - I saw Kobe Beef hot dogs the other day; WHY?!?!
Okay, I'm back.
TAO can grill a great steak. I Elysbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428524658330118134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27693277.post-13018812758016774062013-03-17T07:52:00.000-04:002013-03-17T08:06:51.774-04:00Is this thing on?I know it’s been a long radio silence. For several reasons:
1) Sometimes life – or knitting – is boring and there isn’t anything to say
2) Sometimes life is exciting – and what I want to say can’t be aired publicly.
3) Sometimes – more and more – I write a post in my head then forget all about it. When I remember it, it seems like too much effort to reconstruct it.
photo credit: Cia de FotoElysbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428524658330118134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27693277.post-22490051600160989112012-12-25T07:33:00.000-05:002012-12-25T07:33:51.928-05:00A birthday about Knitting.I don't recall who first got me started with a Dual New Year tradition. Finish a project (begin the year as you mean to go on.) Cast on a project for yourself (commit to do a least One thing for yourself that year.)
I don't recall what I cast off last year, but I did cast on a gorgeous project. Wendy D. Johnson's Tidepool Shawl in a custom dyed Apollo yarn from Black Bunny Fibers.
Elysbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428524658330118134noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27693277.post-2109058180512517572012-04-15T13:27:00.001-04:002012-04-15T13:27:54.984-04:00Many the Miles
2.7 to be exact. With 1500 beads.
Many the Miles from Sara Bareilles' album 'little voice'
I made up my mind when I was a young girl
I've been given this one world
I won't worry it away
But now and again I lose sight of the good life
I get stuck in a low light
But then Love comes in
How far do I have to go to get to you
Many the miles
Many the miles
How far do I have to go to get to you
Elysbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428524658330118134noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27693277.post-60730990729639369502012-03-25T12:44:00.000-04:002012-03-25T12:44:13.686-04:00No WordsNo words, too tired. But here are some finished objects since I last "spoke" with y'all.
Stripe Study in 'Play at Life Fiber Arts' Screwdriver for Breakfast
and 'MadTosh' Composition Book Grey
Serpentine socks in 'Stroll Sport' Hot Rod
'Sundara' Dahlia Colorway
Socks for a Friend
BFF socks in 'DIC Smooshy' ?Blue Lagoon? yarn from a
Destash & she had lost the tag. Elysbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428524658330118134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27693277.post-47526537790341425982012-02-11T13:40:00.000-05:002012-02-11T13:40:57.698-05:00Receiving - and other growth opportunities.I am pretty good at gratitude ~ generalized gratefulness for life in general~ however, I’m not good at receiving.
Lately I’ve been given opportunities to learn. Some I have done well with. Some demonstrate how far I have to go. And some teach me about other people.
Some people give because they are givers.
Some give in order receive attention back. I’ve done this; given for the pleased “Elysbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428524658330118134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27693277.post-38311582941691485302011-12-25T10:29:00.000-05:002011-12-25T10:29:58.727-05:00The post that almost didn't happen
I am generally a go-into-my-cave-and-lick-my-wounds-privately kind of gal. A pass-the-ammo type of woman. So this post almost didn’t happen. It’s not a happy post, it’s not about knitting, it’s not clever, or funny. In a strange dark way it is about hope. Hope that –if I’m honest – my words will help someone else in their struggles. At the same time, it’s selfish and about loss, about painElysbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428524658330118134noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27693277.post-56866371506187070762011-11-24T14:45:00.000-05:002011-11-24T14:45:01.237-05:00Thankful for: ~ ~ ~~For The Adored One – I don’t say it often enough, or well enough, but he changed my life and I couldn’t have gotten through the past year without him.
~The fact that my life is rich and full enough that I have to prioritize my WIPs in order to get them done. I'm having a little end of year WIP clean up, before casting on something really big for New Years Day.
This is the Circles Yoke pattern/Elysbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428524658330118134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27693277.post-42238065187120322832011-11-13T09:09:00.000-05:002011-11-13T09:09:33.637-05:00When life hands you troublesPlay with Monsters!
Alot terrorizes the railway.
Isn't that what all rational Adults do?Elysbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428524658330118134noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27693277.post-45487707199903955312011-10-30T08:17:00.000-04:002011-10-30T08:17:58.518-04:00No sooner do you get the mittens on
And they say they have to pee.
I gave the little monster to his new Mom, who named him “Alot” in tribute to the post from Hyperbole and A Half. And despite my not saying anything, she knew this week’s doctor appt did not go well, so she set me the task of babysitting him for the weekend. We had a strange little snowfall Saturday so I gave him a grapefruit spoon and sent him out to shovel theElysbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428524658330118134noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27693277.post-51868104587500242242011-10-23T15:55:00.000-04:002011-10-23T15:55:45.579-04:00And there went OctoberThere is a line in Crime & Punishment which states “We will talk ourselves to truth one day.” I don’t know that I always believe that. I believe the concept is possible, I don’t know that the timeline will always span one relationship.
I prefer to paraphrase the statement as “We will knit ourselves to silence one day.” I’ve been depressed and overwhelmed lately. Between health, work, Elysbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428524658330118134noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27693277.post-81424500619236912642011-09-28T03:15:00.003-04:002011-09-28T03:15:00.749-04:00L'shanah tovah tikatevi v'taihatemi 5772May we all be written.
Sometimes in looking forward, we see only the distance to go. We fail to look back and see how far we’ve come.
So often we resolve to live only in the present, this moment, only this moment. Then we come to situations that ask us to plan for the future, to forgive the past, to change. Which is difficult when we’re living the frustration of the situation right this Elysbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428524658330118134noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27693277.post-54469603465357426582011-09-18T10:26:00.000-04:002011-09-18T10:26:43.530-04:00Three bags sewn.Ostensibly this is billed as a knitting blog. And there is some truth that Rav has killed the knitting blog. I had been thinking lately of killing the blog, but decided that even though it hasn’t been much about knitting this past 6 months, I enjoy the private party feel of it. I have to organize my thoughts for public consumption, though it’s a small public, some of whom I’ve known for years.Elysbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428524658330118134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27693277.post-37145639774640635002011-08-21T14:10:00.000-04:002011-08-21T14:10:14.722-04:00ApoptosisAs a child you have imaginary friends. As an adult--well, perhaps you shouldn't. Or, more likely, you have imaginary friends that are real people. Not the people as they are, but the people as your mind makes them, interacts with them. Sometimes this can happen in knitting too.
If the project is off, you can keep knitting and blame reality at the end. Or you can accept the truth and try to Elysbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428524658330118134noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27693277.post-18001455273469501212011-08-13T15:44:00.000-04:002011-08-13T15:44:28.080-04:00EquanimityIt's been quiet on the blog front lately.
On the knitting front I cast on an "epic" shawl in cobweb weight merino. Merino that fought me every inch, snarling back on itself, strands grasping the center of the ball desperately. Still I knit on, really enjoying the focus required. Enjoying the fabric rippling off my needles. Still a little voice would nudge me occasionally, trying to tell me Elysbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428524658330118134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27693277.post-54798295942552791282011-07-10T11:07:00.000-04:002011-07-10T11:07:11.501-04:00GallimaufryNot really a coherent post this week.
Life and knitting have been a hodgepodge the last couple of weeks.
I did get two more things off the needles, without casting on anything new:
And one thing off my mind:
"Sorrow has been my roommate lately.
Grabbing me with a tightness in the throat
Tears that course, silently.
Without clear reason, without fear.
It isn’t loss, or longing.
Nor Elysbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428524658330118134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27693277.post-49679534859509172512011-07-04T16:29:00.000-04:002011-07-04T16:29:16.897-04:00Pettine PettinessDespite the fact that both skeins of Malabrigo Silky Merino claimed to be the same colour/lot they were about as alike as homemade marshmallow candies are to the marshmallow root - which is to say - Not at All. Even TAO looked at the shawl & questioned the juxtaposition of abrupt colour change. The first skein really emphasized purple hues and the 2nd was very much orange. I carefully weighed Elysbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428524658330118134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27693277.post-10769952106733460152011-06-26T21:52:00.002-04:002011-06-26T21:56:27.381-04:00BinaryI always wanted to grow up to be an anthropologist. Specifically a cultural anthropologist. But I couldn’t figure out how I would pay the bills, so I grew up to be other things.
I still love to hear people’s stories though. How they ended up where they are. What happened along the way. What guided them. Finding the back story to the moment of their life that is today.
PreBlocking
WhichElysbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428524658330118134noreply@blogger.com3