Thursday, August 11, 2022

Picture and Pictures

As a hockey fan, I enjoy seeing pictures of the Cup-winning team getting their day with the Cup (even when it isn't the Bruins). But in this one case, though I am usually looking at the Cup, I couldn't take my eyes off the car.


The car!


That, my friends, is an absolutely pristine 1968 Caddy. I knew at once that it wasn't a '69, like the one I had in the mid-80s, because the headlights changed from stacked to side by side, but it is close enough to bring back all sorts of wonderful memories. Perfect car for a little Cup parade.

Meanwhile, her highness would like you to know that, first, the vet gave her a clean bill of health, no pre-hyperthyroid here, and second, she remains extremely adorable.







In case you wondered.

Tuesday, August 09, 2022

A Practically Perfect Project

This weekend, I finished a knitting project, and I couldn't be more pleased with it. I mentioned starting it two months ago; it's Centrifugal, and the yarn I used is from Gauge Dyeworks. I showed its progress a few weeks later, but then put it aside for my trip up north. And then there was the emergency baby blanket knitting, so there was no picking this up for a few more weeks. But its time came again, and here it is, done.

Pre-blocking, laid out to look at:

I just love the way the colors flow.


And isn't it pretty soaking?
Laid out: I didn't pin it, as I just wanted it to be what it was, no hard blocking required.
It grew a few inches, which is nice. It lays around the shoulders well, due to the shape, but it can also be worn sort of kerchief style, bundled around the neck.

It's so nice when you love how a project came out!

I'm still working on the cashmere-silk Circle of Friends that I started for travel knitting; it makes good social knitting, though photos at this stage are sort of blobby.

But today I picked up another project, Close to You, that had been pushed to the side, as shown by this mention of it from March. It's coming along!

It's a funny thing to pick something up after a few months. What was this, how was I...? Oh yes. Onward.

Sunday, August 07, 2022

What a Knitter Leaves Behind

In writing about the stash left behind by a recently departed knitter, I mentioned that there were some interesting supplies, and here I am with photos to show it. Much of it was the sort of thing all crafters will leave behind, though I have some questions. 

Needle sizers, darning needles, crochet hooks. A few surprisingly long ones!

I mean, this is so long. Why?
Scissors, stitch holders, thimbles.
On the right, those make me think of the latch hook kits I did as a kid. Cable needles in the middle. Some mysterious tools on the left, maybe for making icord or pompoms? I'm guessing here.
And in the front, what is that? It looks like a small crochet hook, except for the undeniable lack of hook.
A couple of safety pins--the larger is so stiff I actually can't move it at all, let alone open it. And a couple more mysteries.
I believe this is a sewing tool, but it looks like a mini pizza cutter to me.
And this one looks like it would take the eyes out of potatoes, don't you think? 
What would it do in the craft room, though? The whole tool:
Also kind of like a latch hook?
But look how long it is!
I have more questions than answers, is what I'm saying.

She had a ton of knitting needles, as one does: mostly straight single-points, but also dpns and circulars. I kept some, but there are a lot left:

I threw away a lot of photocopied bits of patterns, and booklets that were incomplete or falling apart. There are a few books/booklets that I think are at least worth giving to the thrift shop, though. Maybe?

A solid, basic hardcover.
Mind you, it's as old as I am!
And her poor students, that's a backhand compliment.
This one is a bit more modern.
Old but in decent shape.
This one, honestly, just amuses me. The look of mild panic on her face!
I'm keeping a couple of books for myself. There's the book that the baby blanket pattern came from: it seems a useful addition to my library.
Oddly enough, Ravelry lists the first edition of The Complete Photo Guide to Knitting, but not the second. Oh well, whatever.

The other keeper is Elizabeth Zimmerman; always room on the shelf for EZ!

There's a lot of yarn. Next weekend I'm having lunch with a friend who is in a charity knitting group, and she's going to come over and see what she wants to take for them. Then I can pass the rest on to others. I am keeping some of it, but most of it will go to those who can use it now. 
There is a lot. Though when my mother was saying she couldn't believe how much there was, I had to point out to her that I have more than this. It's just spread out and thus not so obvious.

There are some very funny things in there, which make me wonder how long they were in the bottom of her stash. Mind you, I'm not judging! When I went through my stash four years ago to move, I got rid of a ton of "where did that come from, how long have I had that, why did I get that in the first place" yarn. Tons of it.

Still, this is funny:
Orlon! In what appears to be its original bag.

This kit looks like it was a gift: it's unopened, with a scrap of wrapping paper still stuck to the back. Anyone want to crochet a dog sweater?

Some fisherman yarn: "the feel of the sea," "the look of Scotland"...
Straight from California!
We all have our favorite yarns, and apparently hers was this, Latte Cakes from Caron:
She had two dozen full balls in a variety of colors, as well as some partials. It's soft, but I'm not a big fan of the fuzz level.

Which also rules out me keeping this mystery:

It might be mohair? I really don't know. It's big and fuzzy. And at least it makes me smile in the midst of a sad task.

If you're a knitter or other crafter, how do you think your stash would hold up to such scrutiny? If you got hit by a bus tomorrow, would your loved ones be shocked by how much you had? Have you ever made a yarn will, or thought about who your treasures should go to in the event? Kind of depressing, but kind of fascinating to think about.

Saturday, August 06, 2022

Maggie's Least Favorite Day of the Year

Little did she know what was coming. Calmly on the lap this morning.

Second round of lap.
"Wait, why am I in the carrier? Why are we in the car?"
"Why are we at the weird-smelling place?"
"Why?"
"Why?"
"Why, Mama?" (Notice the love blink: not happy, but not 100% stressed.)
"They'll never find me here."
Annual exam. Rabies shot. And senior bloodwork, to make sure there isn't a bad reason behind her eating more recently but not gaining weight (in fact, she lost a little from last year, though she's still at a healthy weight).

On the way home (mom was driving), I had a finger in through the grill, in case she wanted to sniff it, and she put her paw through the next square and kept it there for five minutes, touching my finger, which was the cutest thing ever.

As we got close to home, the sky to the east was looking ominous, and 5-10 minutes after we were in, there was enough rumbling to send her under the bed. At least it didn't happen while we were out! That would have made her morning even worse. Poor baby.

Tuesday, August 02, 2022

Change, Even Small, Is a No Right Now

On Sunday, I opened my Gmail as usual on my computer, and it looked different.

I may have actually recoiled. What did they do?

Now, functionally it was much the same. But it looked different, and I felt like a rug had been pulled out from under me. It's different, what's different, why is it different?

Also, I tried to open Settings to see if I could change it back, and Settings wouldn't open. Just nothing. I couldn't deal.

So I've been making do with it, but today it was bugging me again, so I looked at the settings (which opened this time), and saw this:


I thought that was odd, because this definitely isn't the "view" I had before, but hey, give it a try. I clicked on the link, and got this:


Soooo, I think Google got confused there! I did go back to original view, and it looks like it did on Saturday, whew.

Life is exhausting sometimes.