Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Saturday morning at 6:45am, yes, you read that time correctly, the whole house was shaking with the trucks rumbling down the street. Really? on a Saturday? Nice. The boy had a basketball game at 9am, so what the heck, I got up, showered and dressed so I could get the paper - Didn't really want to duck out in my jammies with all those guys up and down the street. I see a supervisor there, and mention that I will be leaving around 8:30, so please don't block me in - "no problem" he says. At 8:15 the boy and I go out to the car, and see fresh asphalt being dropped on my driveway, and a large piece of machinery at the base of it! WTF? I tell them that we have to leave, and they have to move, and I get "No, ma'am, you can't go anywhere for a couple of hours". Wanna bet? I see the supervisor down the way, and go get him - he's all apologetic, but still tries to tell me I can't go anywhere. As time ticks away, I finally convince them to lay down some plywood, and move the machinery, and I drive away, steamed. To be honest, I'm more worried that they're going to do a crappy job on my driveway after that little exchange, knowing that I'm not there to watch them. I'll give them credit, they did a good job, but I'm withholding final approval until they fix my lawn as well...
Thursday night, we had the school welcoming BBQ - the boy has the same teacher as last year, and he's finally in a straight grade 6 class after two years of split classes. We're happy about the teacher - she's great and knows exactly what he needs to stay involved. While talking to her, I was so pleased when she mentioned not only his physical growth, but his emotional growth - how mature he's become. She told me he's one of her "go-to kids" when she needs help from the class. I was happy, because I had seen his maturity over the summer, but wasn't sure it was obvious to anyone else. The kid continues to make me proud.
Time off is good. I've been able to spend some time on the house, which has been sorely ignored during the summer, since we were at the cottage all the time. Floors have been de-stickyfied, windows have become see-through again, and the spiders and their webs have been banished along with the dust hippos. (we're talking dust balls under the bed so big they could not be called bunnies by any stretch of the imagination.) Plus, I've been purging stuff bit by bit. The Goodwill drop off depot is my new favourite destination.
Last night I made an apple cake, using Robyn's recipe. Yummy! The only changes I made were to use a combination of Macintosh and Royal Gala apples (I find Macs alone a little too mushy sometimes - my favourite baking apple is Northern Spy or Mutsu - must go picking sometime), and I sprinkled large crystal Turbinado sugar on top with the cinnamon. It added a nice sparkle and crunch. Thanks for the recipe Robyn - it's a keeper.
Can I say how much I love So You Think You Can Dance? Love the host Cat Deeley, love the judges, love the dancers. Can I say how much I DISLIKE So You Think You Can Dance Canada? Don't get me wrong, I'm an extremely proud Canadian, and I think the dancers are beyond compare, and so ridiculously talented, but the host Leah Miller and the judges, especially Jean-Marc Genereaux and Tre Armstrong, have turned me right off this show. Leah Miller is all of 29, and has had so much plastic surgery and Botox, she can't move her face above her bottom lip. Seriously, only her jaw moves. But I realize that's superficial, however, her voice and everything else about her just grates on me. And Jean-Marc! Now, I'm used to Francophone speech and over exuberance - that's my Mom's entire family. But he's over the top annoying. It's too bad, but once Survivor moved to Wednesday in direct competition, SYTYCDC had no chance with me.
My absolute favourite show has got to be the Big Bang Theory. Love it, Love it, Love it! When Jim Parsons (Sheldon) won the Emmy, I was so pleased - he really deserved it - he plays such a great character.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Okay, there were some knits purchased. Three knits, to be exact. This patterned cotton jersey: and these two ponte romas:
Thursday, September 23, 2010
I'm loving the colours, and while the fabric being created is quite light, I have some ideas for it that may make it work. As the stripes are showing themselves, I'm thinking a simple dark brown dress will be the perfect complement to this sweater. Again though, it's still early, so I should be careful about making too many plans until more of this comes out.
I do have some plans for some sewing this weekend as well. And I have a very long weekend ahead of me - I'm not working until next Wednesday, due to some family things I need to take care of. (I love this freelancing thing, even though it's short term, until my next job comes up, which should be soon - we're just waiting on some legal things to clear up in the next couple of weeks). Susan and I have been discussing some patterns, and now I feel the need to make a trip to Fabricland and feed the sewing demon... Sorry Susan, I know our discussions were really to find you a great pattern, but I found a ton that I want to make! Plus, my son has requested some more pajama pants, so I have to restock my flannel and cotton supply...
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Brenda had asked if I had to cut up my existing cardigans to get the pattern pieces for the new ones I've sewn. I didn't mostly because my Mom taught me well. In life, both of them taught me to be the person I am, and I can think of no better tribute to them than to be the best Me I can be.
But specifically, when it came to sewing - my Mom was the best teacher I ever had. She started showing me how to sew when I was about 8 years old, and always supported and believed in me. I took sewing in Home Ec all through school, and had to fight in high school to make something beyond the basic wrap around skirt. By that time, I was doing tailored pieces, so there was no way I was going to make a skirt style that I knew did nothing for me. The teacher actually wanted my mother to confirm that I could handle a more tailored item of clothing. To make a long story less tedious, I almost failed because the teacher did not believe I made what I did. (A slim fit dress with organza overdress for a wedding I was attending). (I was a jock in school, so slim fit dresses fit me better then than now...) My Mom actually came to the school to tell this teacher exactly what she thought of her and "yes, my daughter made the damn dress herself!" (I love my Mom.)
But the pattern drafting. Mom always says - find what looks good on you and use it. She often took existing items and modified them, using the best bits of each item. I learned to actually SEE a pattern, and know what parts of each piece needed to line up with the parts of the other pieces. So taking a sweater, and folding it in such a way as to see each piece is very easy for me. I admit, it's not easy for everyone, but then, not everyone has been sewing for 40 years, like I have.
I consider this both a blessing and a curse. The blessing part is obvious, but the curse? Seeing something I like, and having the first thought in my mind to be "Hmmm, I bet I could make that myself..." Sometimes, it's just easier and quicker to buy what you like!
Friday, September 17, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
It's actually a brighter green than shows here. I've joined the body after separating the sleeves, and I am loving how it is turning out. This yarn is fairly rustic, and suits a plainer knit than the Slinky Ribs pattern. I've left the edgings to the end, and haven't decided on them yet. I'm leaning towards an applied I-cord all the way around - it will add some weight to the edges without being fussy.
I seem to be in a cardigan frenzy - I bought some knit fabric to reproduce some favourite sewn cardigans - both buttoned and open fronted. I'll draft the patterns from the existing cardigans and go from there. They fit my lifestyle, which is becoming more and more casual, it seems. The previous job (still hanging on in a freelance capacity, as long as I want to keep it), was completely casual, five days a week. The potential new job will be a virtual office for a while, so working at home will mean I'll have to force myself out of the jammies in the morning. Casual cardigans over t-shirts or turtlenecks seem to be my self-appointed uniform. (When I'm not in a hoodie and sweats...)
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
Thursday, September 09, 2010
I'll be heading down by bus as usual - The York Region Guild and the Barrie Guild always charter a bus - it means knitting time there and back, and no traffic hassles.
I'm meeting Lucky there - we shop, we have lunch, then she leaves, and I shop some more until the bus leaves.
I've got some patterns that I want to find wool for, and I've "shopped my stash" so I don't duplicate what I may already have. I'm trying to stay away from single balls of anything, unless there is a fabulous pattern for it. Sweaters-worth quantities are the plan.
I'll be wearing my blue Tappan Zee cardigan, and carrying my bright yellow I KNIT messenger bag. Say hi if you see me!
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
And the reason I"m happy that it fits and looks good is this:
Yup. There's the Rowan Wool Slinky Ribs sweater. Or what WAS the Rowan Wool Slinky Ribs sweater. It didn't look good, I didn't have enough wool to make the sleeves the length I wanted, and really, the wool was too rustic for the design. My mother in law almost had a stroke watching me unwind the whole thing on the weekend. She could not understand why I would do that. I asked her why I would keep an unattractive sweater that I would never wear. I didn't want to give it away because I loved the wool and wanted it for myself. She understood the logic, but still - it pained her to see "all that work" go away. Not me. It just freed up some beautiful wool for me to make something I will love and use.
Thursday, September 02, 2010
So, I either suck it up and take an hour to finish something I don't really like and won't wear, or I frog it, and use the yarn I love for something I love.
Yeah, that's an easy decision. Look for a pile of chartreuse Rowan Yorkshire Tweed soon. I may even have a pattern in mind for it...
Then there's Tappan Zee. I do love this one. (I really believe I'm better suited to making cardigans rather than pullovers - I wear them constantly, whereas pullovers are a rarer thing for me to wear). This Silky Wool is more blue than the gray that shows here - it's the colour of perfectly faded jeans that are soft and comfortable. The actual pattern is a short sleeved cardigan, ending right where you break the yoke into sleeves and body. I have enough wool to get some sleevage - I divided the ball I had left (gotta love the digital scale!) and started the sleeves. Since they are knit from the top down, I can knit until I run out - I'm going to get at least a 3/4 length sleeve, if not full length, so I'm happy about that.
There's one final decision to make, and it concerns Red Green. I've avoided trying it on, as the plan was for it to be a gift for a good friend at Christmas. Last night I tried it on. Sigh. Not only does it fit me perfectly, the colour is spectacular on me, and the it looks great.
So, do I give it away, or keep it?
(Actually, I'm leaning to option 3 - make another one! I have some blue wool for one, and it's virtually the same colour as Tappan Zee. Sue looks great in blue as well as red... But I'll probably just give her the red one, and make another red one for me - this one was always going to be for her... Then there's also the cream coloured wool for one, and man, would it look good in black or grey... Must order more Briggs and Little Wool... Decisions, decisions...)