I am sitting on my couch as I type this. Beside me is a new bag I got from the local craft store. In it: beads for a beaded bag I want to knit. Also a ball of wool. In spite of my “don’t buy more wool until you use up what you have” rule, I bought more wool. Because it is pretty. I’m going to crochet a baby dress…for a baby I don’t have.
Also beside me is at least 5 other half-finished projects for knitting or crocheting or weaving. BEHIND the couch is probably another 10 projects half started…all wool that I bought because it is so pretty.
In my basement there is another 20 or more projects that have been half done for 10 or more years.
In my sewing room there is one dress…half done. A tablet weaving project that needs to be cut off of the cards and finished off, a pile of origami paper that I bought on an origami binge, two adult coloring books (latest binge) and several sewing project ideas in various stages of amassing materials and notions.
I have a problem. I am a craft-aholic. Seriously, the problem is I love to craft but my job pulls me away from it and if I get pulled away from something often enough I lose momentum. But, if I don’t work I can’t afford the house that I’m piling my crap up in, I can’t afford the crafting crap I’m amassing and it probably isn’t in my best interest to be sitting in front of my computer day in and day out knitting anyway. What is a girl to do?
I think I need to go through all my stuff and figure out which of these things I still want to use/finish and then create some sort of schedule for finishing them…with a goal in mind. A dead line of some sort. I also need to avoid Pintrest which is guilty of giving me ideas for new projects to make and new skills to try.
And finally I need to forgive myself for breaking my no new wool rule and then make sure I reinstate it!
And with that, I am going to sign off and find the crochet hook I need to make that baby dress that I don’t need. (Hope chest for possible grand-daughter? When neither of my boys are anywhere near ready to start a family…I may be grasping at straws!)
Frustrating few days with technology. My new computer for work was supposed to save me some work and stop me from using my personal one. Nope. It is a piece of crap and my son and I have been attempting to cobble together enough downloads to make it usable. Hours of labor to no avail at this point.
Our home internet keeps conking out-likely router trouble. Is the problem too many devices riding on it…including the work computer? Frustrating!
Icing on the cake? We had a major storm that knocked out the power for most of the day. Internet and useless computers are no longer a problem when you don’t have power. I spent the day wandering around trying to find things to do in the near dark that does not require electricity. For example, I dragged a table next to the window and did a jigsaw puzzle. I couldn’t knit next to the window…no Netflix. I tried reading but the book I’m really into is on my phone and the battery died. Did I mention we had no power…grrrrrr.
A sure sign that I function mainly by habit is muttering about no power on the way to the bathroom and then standing there stunned when the lights don’t go on. Peeing in the dark is so very rustic don’t you think?
At last the power is back and I’m going to end this post so I can knit and watch Netflix…just so long as the internet stays on.
As I mentioned in my last post, Stevie the parrot bit me. That evening, I was volunteering at the Costume Museum of Canada and was struck by a theme that was likely enhanced by my snit with the buzzard.
1950’s hat from the Costume Museum of Canada
I added the face for perspective.
Left side of hat.
Back of the hat.
Right side of the hat.
Top of the hat.
This next one is the same color as devil bird.
Inside of a 1950’s hat.
This next one is ugly in my opinion. Probably looks better on the birds.
Front of a 1930’s hat.
I like this next one better.
Front of a 1915 hat.
Hope you enjoyed.
I care for the pet birds at the nursing home I work in. There is one small parrot named Stevie who is pretty…on the outside at least. He thinks he is my husband…and he is an abusive one at that. He bit me today. Not as hard as he could but still…. Doesn’t he know what happens to pretty, bad birds?
The front of an 1899 hat at the Costume Museum of Canada
What is that?
A parrot head!
Close up of the right side shows one of the bird’s wings.
Top of the hat.
So Stevie you better behave yourself!
It has been awhile since I’ve posted anything. I have been alive but busy. I have a kid home for a visit with his girl so the house if full.
There have been minor bumps like the entire shelf system in the pantry dropping off of the wall. The hubby did the fixing but I helped empty out the pantry (not easy as the entire contents of the shelf system fell against the door and blocked it). While he was fixing the shelf, I was baking and making meals with my pantry strewn across the dinning room and kitchen. Once fixed, we had to reload it so that the EIGHT bottles of bar-b-que sauce and TWELVE boxes of baking soda that he bought (there was a sale) wouldn’t overweight the thing and rip it off the wall again. There was some snipping going on because I insisted the chemicals be stored below the food and I insisted that there be some sense to where the rest went (company coming stuff grouped together, snacks together, baking stuff together). Okay, that was mean, the hubby did have sense in his system too-sort by size and amount used-but I feel that since I do the cooking my system should reign for at least the food and food safety portion. Anyway, pantry is fixed and hubby and I are still friends but there was a day shot to h-e-double hockey sticks!
I’ve also been busy with work (sometimes needing to bring work home) and my current knitting projects. No photos yet. They are knit on a 5 needle set which I find challenging. I frequently have a problem with the stitches slipping off of one needle while I’m working on another. As I don’t notice it right away, they unravel like mad and then it is a pain to catch them and re-work them. At one point I had to rip out several rows and ended up tangling the thread. I was up till 3 am one night trying to untangle it! The other problem is one of the projects is actually thread not wool…very tiny stitches for my old eyes!
So that is my news. Today I am off to a costume event (one of the attendees was at Costume College so I want to hear all about it) so tomorrow there will be photos!
Some days it is hard to blog. ALS touched my extended family a little over a year ago and it sucks. Some days it sucks lots and lots. ‘nough said.
So that Battenburg Lace hankie is not going to plan. It seems that the ink from the pattern is transferring onto the lace so now it looks grubby and there is a possibility it wont clean up well. (If I were to do this again, I’d put a layer of tissue paper between the print and the lace so I can see the pattern without the ink transferring. Read on to figure out why I might not do this again.)
The hand sewing is boring…. And the stitches, though more exciting look like crap. It looks like it is being done by a blind 5 year old. But the thread would look so nice as a needle tatted lace and needle tatting goes so quickly and looks so nice! Sigh, so now I am distracted by some needle tatting….that totally does not meet the next challenge goals for HSF, which is try something new.
I have so many ideas and so many costumes! I’d love to be able to wear them all but I think money, time and everyone else’s schedules are going to clip my Victorian wings! I can’t wait to see what my partner in crime thinks about my ideas and I can’t wait to see if our other group members are able to join us for what we have come up with!
As I think about trying to find enough events so that I can wear all my dresses, I realize that I’m coming to the point that I either have to accept that I can’t wear them all in one costuming season or I have to some how expand the season (we typically stop from December to May because all the good historic sites and events are not operational).
A third option gets my maternal gears grinding…and that is to try to give away/sell some of my least favorite ensembles. Even my least favorites are my babies. All my gowns were firsts as far as attempted skills. The first time I tried to copy a gown in a museum. The first gown with a devilish fabric. The first gown with a bustle/hoop under pinning. The first gown I tried grading up a teeny tiny pattern.
If they are my least favorite, it is because of some flaw that irks me (and irks me more and more as my skills are honed). If I see them as flawed, I can’t imagine being able to find someone who is my size AND who wants to pay money to own and wear a flawed gown. And heavens defend against the person being able to get up close and inside and find all the flaws that don’t bug me but really should (there are a few unfinished seams.)
I could just let the least favorite collect dust after all the time and money I put into them…I could stop making more dresses…I could just aim to wear all the dresses once every two years…I could wear them around the house…. Each possibility nuttier than the last!
I’ve been thinking about ALS a lot lately. Not because of the Ice Bucket Challenge that has gone viral here in North America. (If you have no idea what I’m talking about go to YouTube and type in ALS Ice Bucket Challenge.) I’m thinking about it because a member of my family has had his diagnosis confirmed 3 weeks ago. This is one of the reasons I’ve been having problems getting myself interested in blogging and other hobbies.
ALS is a brutal disease where the nerves that allow us to control the muscles in our body are damaged. Over time (and in the case of my family member it seems like not a very long period of time) the person becomes weaker and weaker and they begin to lose abilities. Abilities like combing hair, picking up a cup, getting out of a chair, walking, and standing in a shower become more and more difficult and finally impossible. Once the disease had finished laying waste to the muscles in the arms and legs it moves inward and goes after the muscles involved in breathing. It is usually respiratory problems that finish them off in 2-5 years. It affects not only the person with the condition. It affects the people they live with. Who thinks that in their late 40’s they will be caring for their spouse? Sure, you think that might be your life in your 70’s but not in your 40’s. What kid thinks that they will need to make life choices in their 20’s based on the physical needs of their declining parents? That is something you start thinking about in you 50’s!
So when I was asked if I’d take up the challenge, I agreed. I don’t particularly care to dump ice on my head and perhaps I wont. I have a choice. I will do the most important parts though. I will tell others about the disease because they might not know about it. I will tell them how they can donate money and I will tell them where. I WILL DONATE MONEY BECAUSE I HAVE A CHOICE ABOUT WHETHER OR NOT TO DUMP ICE ON MY HEAD BUT PEOPLE WITH ALS DIDN’T GET TO CHOSE WHETHER OR NOT THEY WILL GET IT!
So I challenge my readers to the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge and you can donate here:
ALS Society of Canada
3000 Steeles Avenue East, Suite 200
The ALS Association- 1275 K Street NW – Suite 250 – Washington, DC 20005
Motor Neurone Disease Australia Inc.
ABN 52 650 269 176
PO Box 990 Gladesville NSW 1675
I’m having trouble getting back into the grove of blogging. I’ve gotten more bad news (insert sad face here). I’ve also got a terrible cold AND my computer got a nasty bug. My son has been spending his free time, saving my files and wiping my computer clean. I’m hoping today he will put everything back, minus the virus (I curse all computer virus makers with the cold virus I now have). For now, I’ll just say, have a good weekend.