Friday, May 22, 2015


I found a variation on this question online the other day, and thought it would be interesting to see how you would answer.  A couple of my answers follow.

If I've learned anything from knitting, it's. . .

1.  . . .that knitters are among the most generous people on the planet.
2.  . . .that good yarn makes a big difference.

I hope you all have a safe, fun holiday, and remember to always

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Can't Keep Up

I have "enrolled" in a lot of websites over the years, and some I invariably forget about.  I have to remind myself that I'm on Pinterest, for example.  There are a certain set of sites I visit each day, and anything out of that routine I just lose track off.

For instance, I had completely forgotten that I had an account at Hub Pages.  I got an e-mail today telling me about a change in some protocols or something there, or I still wouldn't have remembered it.  I checked in, though, and found this.  I kind of like it:

Tentative Creative Steps

When I was a young teenager, my mother tried to teach me to knit. Her mother had taught her, as she had been taught by her mother, and so own back as far as I know. The first attempt was when I thought knitting was desperately uncool, and, even though I understood what she was showing me, I acted as if I didn't. Mama was exasperated, but I was getting out of something I found akin to learning how to churn butter. (Which, by the way, I was also taught to do.)
As stubborn and unyielding as I was then, I am now so very disappointed that I didn't start knitting those 10 to 15 years earlier. So much teen angst and (real or imagined) drama could have been handled with the simple click of needles.
Knitting, in case you are unaware, is extremely meditative. In addition to appealing to your sense of creativity and love of color. Dive in. The yarn is fine.

Monday, May 18, 2015


There is so insanely little going on in my life day-to-day, that I struggle with producing blog posts.  Last week, there was all the yelling and chest-clutching and sobbing, which left me completely exhausted, and an easy victim of You-Think-Your-Head-Has-Hurt-Before-Puny-Human-JUST-WAIT.

Today, I've beem able to listen to a couple of nice thunderstorms while knitting.  I'm cleaning up lots of yarn leftovers, making triangles for the bunting at our yarn shop.  I'm also making little pin cushions, which will probably wind up in the etsy store.  Oh, yes, and elephants. Always elephants.

I've been feeling the pull of all kinds of charities lately.  Well, "charities" isn't quite right --- "opportunities to do good/help someone out" is better.  There are, fortunately, or, unfortunately, a lot of ways out there to help.  I'm involving myself in some of them.

Before the rain moved in, a couple of the girls relaxed on the back porch:
Thank you for posing, Erin and Madeleine.

Thursday, May 14, 2015


. . .never knew I wanted to be a teacher until I taught my first class.  When I was growing up, I wanted to be a Secret Service agent.*  Then, for several years, I wanted to be a paramedic.^  Now, I want to be the person who comes up with names for yarn colors.




Monday, May 11, 2015


. . .have been on 24-hour crisis hotline duty for both of my children the last 4 days.

. . .will not be going to Chicago.

. . .feel a horrifying headache coming on.

. . .stepped on a bee Saturday night.  I'd forgotten what a sting feels like;  it's been forEVer since I've had one.

Saturday, May 9, 2015

Hard. Truth.

Both my children are struggling with Real Life Stuff right now.  And, as if RLS wasn't hard enough just by itself, their Real Life Stuff slammed into them like sledgehammers.

Mothers always want to help.  Sometimes we help too much.  Sometimes, even though it pains us, we know we can't help.  We shouldn't.

Real Life never gets easy.