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Note to self.........

2007-06-10T19:57:00.001-07:00

When reading early morning blog posts and then devoting the entire day to what you just read, one should always note the date of the posts.

I've just tricked the governments of two nations into celebrating a day late. Oops!

In honor of World Wide KIP day

2007-06-10T19:09:00.000-07:00

Well, and also in honor of the fact that I visited with Sabbath yesterday, and caught flack that I haven't blogged in forever. The guilt was overwhelming, since she did the kick-ass graphics for this very page, so here I am.

I'm glad I got up this morning early for my computer time. People tell me it's crazy to trade sleep time for blog reading, but you learn vital information this way. Stuff you can use. Stuff such as the fact that today is World Wide Knit in Public Day . If I didn't check in with The Harlot first thing, how would I ever have known? Luckily, it was only 7 am, so I quickly organized a little event. I grabbed a few of my favorite Girl Scouts, my sock-in-progress, and chartered a few busses. (Ok, maybe someone else chartered the busses and such, but it was all in honor of WWKIP day).

We set off to KIP in grand style, in full view of impressionable youth. A bunch of them. Like several thousand. No one said I was one to do things halfway. (note that I am behind the camera in all of the following opportunities. I feel it important to teach our future knitters the joys of spreading the gospel of the sock. And people can't say no to 8 year olds. And it was raining and my hair isn't exactly photo worthy after the fourth downpour. Trust me, the girls are cuter.)

Upon arrival in Canada. I TOLD you this was world wide!

Just in case you missed the sock, it's there. I made Courtney scoot a bit, so I could have documentation that we were in fact in B.C.

The sock then showed it's true talent.............it's in two countries at once. Beat that, others who knit in airports in two countries! We debated the fact that the sock was in one country and the yarn in the other, but decided that since the entire 4 oz was in the ball, that the sock's potential was in the ball (with Delaney in BC), while it's mate was in the US with Courtney. Very wise, those 8 year olds.

Now, it gets really good. We decided that we needed official, government representation from both countries. If we were going to make sure that the true spirit of the KIP movement was carried out, we needed assurance that the authorities were on board. First, the US Border Patrol. Note the fear in the eyes of the one trying to get out of the picture.........do we really want him protecting our borders? If someone tried to smuggle yarn across the border, I fear he would do something really dangerous, like try to stop them. He needs further training, obviously.

Next, the Mounties. Really cool uniforms. However, their third officer actually escaped from the picture. Obviously, lax security is an international problem. No one in this party actually laughed at us, however, so I can assume that KIP is more accepted in Canada. I always knew they were cool up north.

Finally, the Washington State Patrol. They insisted that if they were going to have their pictures taken, the girls would have to be in it too. The tall (very tall!) officer does win the good sport of the day award........he actually held the needles in correct fashion rather than grasping on for dear life while trying not to fall over laughing. I offered to show him how to add a few stitches, but he had crime to fight. Next time.

We are now home, back from our day of globe trotting. On the bus back, I finished the sock, and kitchenered the toe as soon as I found my darning needle. I tried it on.............and it's too SMALL!! Good thing my mom, with her freakishly small feet, will appreciate globe trotting socks.

Twenty things that I am thankful for

2007-03-17T19:56:00.000-07:00

Right this very minute.

1)My husband, who loves me enough to drive around town looking for a specific flavor of ice cream, even though we have two other kinds in the freezer.
2)My children are happy and healthy
3)Girl Scout cookie sales end tomorrow, and my troop will successfully sell our entire inventory.
4)Organic red wine.
5)The honor of being chosen to attend women as they birth their baby.
6)The transformation of my home into a clutter free, inviting living space.
7)My entire family home on the same continent.
8)An amazing mother, who loves her family more than life itself.
9)My husband's awesome job, which more than provides for our family.
10)The chance to stay at home and watch my children grow.
11)Yoga
12)Local grocery stores that don't stock that particular flavor of ice cream, because
13)A body that is becoming thin, strong, and sexy.
14)a teenage son with a head on his shoulders.
15)an amazing daughter who makes me laugh.
16)another daughter, who can communicate her needs.
17)my upcoming CBE training, and the chance to help women create amazing births for themselves.
18)financial prosperity.
19)Amazing friends who understand me.
20)A universe with unlimited potential.

Ruthless

2007-03-06T16:49:00.000-08:00

I've been doing some reading/learning about The Secret, the law of attraction, etc (yes, I watch Oprah, so sue me). I'm manifesting a few things for my life, things that I have been whining about, worrying about, wanting but not doing anything about. In no particular order:

I live in a clutter free and clean house. I do not stress about the state of our living space.

I have a busy doula practice, with three clients a month. My clients have peaceful, gentle births.

I eat when healthy foods when my body is physically hungry. I am fit and strong.

We are financially stable, with money being saved each month after all the bills are paid.

Today was a day that I worked on my clutter free living space. I've declared myself a ruthless declutter-er. It's an amazing feeling to throw away, recycle, or donate items that have been weighing us down. The count for today was 121 items or sets, mostly from my bathroom, under the kitchen sink, the linen closet. Even more exciting, the pile of crap between the phone and the front door is gone. I keep looking over my shoulder just to see counter space where literally hundreds of pieces of paper have been clogging up our counter and sapping my energy. It won't return, because that isn't where things belong.

Of course, when I announced my proud total to Dave, his first response was "you didn't throw away anything IMPORTANT, did you?".

Buzzkill.

Before, on the road to an after

2007-02-27T09:12:00.000-08:00

As mentioned below, I've been in a funk. I'm a person who leans in the direction of depression, holding it at bay with lots of time at the gym. Miss a few days of a workout, and no one in my house wants anything to do with me. Yoga is my new outlet, and has changed the way I think about my life, my body, and the world around me. It's taught me that a bum knee isn't the end of the world, that fitness doesn't need to involve lots of loud music and an instructor that everyone knows wouldn't touch a chocolate chip cookie if her life depended on it.

However, over the last few months, I've found myself really, really not caring about how I look. Most days, I'm the preview for What Not to Wear-yoga pants and hoodies, never putting my contacts in, and and one bad hair day after another. I've decided, though, that I'm done with that. Frumpy dumpy does nothing for my mood, my energy level, or my sanity. So first, a trip to the salon.

became

(yes, shitty picture AGAIN. I know. I took this myself, and I've learned that what looks ok on my camera screen is an entirely different ball game at full size. But you get the idea).

I love it, although it never has been this sleek since that day. I fight the battle of mushroomhead on a daily basis, but I refuse to be defeated.

Then, I went shopping. Not "20%offallclearancemerchandiseatthegapoutlet" shopping. Real shopping. I tried on jeans at Nordstrom. Yes, jeans that would feed my family for a week. Jeans with pricetags that would make my husband cry, but God bless him he told me not to tell him.

Of course, I didn't buy those jeans. Armed with brand names and a vision, I went to Nordstrom Rack. I found three pairs of jeans.............and bought them all. For less than the one pair at the main store. Of course, they still need some serious hemming (because everyone knows that no one who can afford expensive jeans is short enough to need less than a 32" inseam. Duh.). I'm going to take them today, so within the next week, I can be performing mama functions in pants that make my booty look good.

I'm also working on being more mindful of my eating, because my sugarholic tendancies are showing again. A big step would be getting the crap out of my house, but Dave is big into buying me pies when I seem down. I've tried to explain that the pies are part of the problem, not the solution, but he just. doestn't. get. it. Our food issues are bigger than I feel like delving into today, but it's at least on my mind.

So if you see me around town, be sure to tell me I look hot in my new hair and my sexy jeans. The ego boost will do me good.

Yeah, I know.

2007-02-27T08:45:00.000-08:00

I'm coming to you with a confession.........I'm a crappy blogger. I've thought about posting 105403 times, but put it off for one reason or another. I've been in a funk, everyone in the house that doesn't have a penis has been sick, and did I mention I've been in a funk?

I've done some knitting, and taken some crappy photos, so I'm just going to throw them up here to make myself feel like a better knitter and a worse photographer. I'm also working on some super secret socks for a friend, but they are progressing at a snails pace and I don't want to ruin the surprise. They will go up after she opens the package and I can hear the screaming across the continent.

Without further ado...........

A newborn soaker-yarn by the brilliant Brad at http://woolywondersbynada.com

Another newborn, yarn by an ebay seller who has long been forgotten, but the colorway is called Flower Power. The customer said the more colorful the better, so this called to me from the stash.

A third newborn. I actually dyed this one, it's the first of my dying attempts that have actually made it to a finished object. She loves it, but I've decided I'm not a dying kind of girl.

Just proof that I really can take a good picture. A pair of longies, made special by the glory of Perfect Rainbow BFL, also by Brad. Best.............colorway.............ever.

And finally, a gift for a person to be named later. She will know soon enough. LTK pilot caps, sized for a little, and an only slightly bigger. Again, crappy photo.

I feel like I've had no time for knitting at all, but I am proud to say that every one of the above FO's is made from stash yarn. I've bought two skeins of yarn in the last 6 weeks (and both for specific, gifting purposes), and resisted the urge to take every penny of our tax return and spend it on yarn. I'm thisclose to ordering yarn for a sweater (http://www.stitchdiva.com/ProductInfo.aspx?productid=SDS-031), but so far I have resisted. Stay tuned to learn how this test of the wills plays out........

Magic Yarn Ball, take 2

2007-01-28T12:31:00.000-08:00

Actually, this is take one-the ball of yarn I sent to my MDC swap partner. She was kind enough to take pictures for me, as I forgot, as usual. I would also like to point out that her pictures are far superior to those I would have taken myself, so it's best for all that we waited and let her do it.

The ball, all wrapped up. The yarn is 3 ply wool from Little Turtle Knits, in the After The Rain colorway. That is actually the second skein that I ordered, it's twin was used in the very first custom soaker I ever knit. Memories...................

My partner was actually a fairly new knitter, so I sent her two needles that she needed to add to her collection. The stickers Ellie picked out are actually displayed on the crown my partner's daughter was making when the yarn arrived. I also added some tea, some lip balm, some lotion, and a few yards of ribbon, as my partner likes to make bows for her daughter's hair. The biggest problem in the whole process was the wrapping. As the proud owner of a ball winder and swift, I hadn't hand wound a ball in recent memory, and I have no patience for tangled skeins. After trying to make the ball from the skein lying loose on my couch, I changed tactics. The skein went on the winder, was made into a cake, then I wrapped the goods from a more civililzed direction.

I'm now off to spend some time working on a pair of longies for a customer. The simple acts of swatching and casting on were giving me fits last night (note to self-experimental techniques are best left for personal knitting, and best explored before 11pm). At about midnight I decided I was far to stupid to deserve to ever knit again, but daylight and coffee have granted me perspective and the courage to knit again.

The Plunge

2007-01-25T10:50:00.000-08:00

I'm going to do it. I've been running this over and over in my head for weeks. It terrifies me. I'm going to do it anyway. I'd post pictures, but I can't find my camera cord, so you will just have to take my word for it that it's time.

I'm going to knit from stash. I'm going to knit from my existing stash for three months. You will have to take my word for it when I tell you that this, by no stretch of the imagination, will prevent me from knitting just about any item I can imagine. There will be some very specific rules that will allow me to make vital purchases, but the rules will be so tricky that it will be almost impossible to have that happen.

Purchases are allowed for custom soaker orders. However, I will take an accurate inventory of my available customer stash so I can do everything in my power to suggest a stash yarn before I stoop to ordering.
I will rid myself of the burden of plastic yarn that I will never use. I don't need 20 skeins of Homespun, as I will never knit an afghan that would melt in the tragic even our house burned down. I have no need for fun fur, and I'm not sure how it got there anyway. Someone will find it at Goodwill and thank the heavens, and I'm all about making others happy, even if they have crappy taste in yarn.
I will frog all UFOs that don't fit or that I have set aside for the simple fact that I hate them. The yarn deserves better than to sit there with no hope of ever being used, and I could use the needles. It's not the yarn's fault that I have no concept of guage and a short attention span.
I will create a binder of patterns. I will exhaust all free options (including patterns I own but have never looked at) before buying a pattern, but if it has to be purchased to use up some yarn, a pattern or book is an acceptable purchase.
I will have a sock-in-progress at all times. It's stupid to keep buying gorgeous sock yarn if I'm never going to use it.
I will take and post pictures of my progress, to hold myself accountable. As soon as I find the camera cord.

Ready, set, knit.

The good, the bad, and the hysterical

2007-01-17T09:23:00.000-08:00

We are on day 8 of the "GREAT BLIZZARD OF 2007" (insert music of impending doom, ala KING 5 news), and things around here are getting a dicey. If I wanted snow on the ground, I'd move. Canada has been suggested if I decide to do it, as well as suggestions of warmer climates. I'd rather just have our rain back. It's snowing right now, although the tv insists it's not.

Al Gore is right people. You should listen.

We have been working on distracting ourselves around here while trapped indoors. A few diversions

This is the Magic Yarn ball, from a swap on MDC. I made one up and sent it to another knitter (forgot the pictures. Darn). This is mine. The outer yarn is a fingering weight wool that will probably be footie socks to match my clogs, as the browns are pretty darn close. Excuse the shaker behind, it needed some propping for effect.

The treasures unwrapped. Courtney loved this part. Note the gorgeous skein of bamboo yarn, tucked in the very center. Dave thought I had lost it when I started dancing around the kitchen blabbing about bamboo. You see, I insisted that I needed the Knitpicks Options needle set for Christmas because I hate bamboo. It's different when it's yarn, then I love bamboo. He will never understand me.

Things aren't all perfect, though. Look at this.

A teeny tiny newborn soaker. It was coming together fast, and perfectly. Then I somehow lost my ability to count to 17. I knit the entire lower back portion, wondering all the while why it was so tiny. Worrying that by the time it was long enough, it would be way to narrow to cover a diaper. If I had any brain in my head, I would have stopped at any number of times in the process and counted. But no. The frogging had to happen after I was halfway through the front flap. By that point, the skein I was working off of was really floppy and starting to get tangled,and I was working with 3 working yarns at the same time. This picture was taken after frogging a few rows, and finally admitting it was really hosed up and as tangled as an octopus. Instead of yelling, screaming, and saying bad words, I sat it down, took a picture, and let it rest for 24 hours. Things are better now.

And finally, a bit of evidence of what my children do to each other when trapped indoors for too long.

Why and how.

2007-01-15T12:03:00.000-08:00

This is actually a spin off of a post on a knitting message board, asking about "knitting philosophy". It got me thinking about why I knit, how I knit. Not how in the sense of how I form individual stitches, but how I go about the process and my projects.

Honestly, I think I knit to combat some very real mental issues. I self-identify as having adult onset ADD. I wasn't like this as a child, but as an adult, relaxation and focus just isn't my thing. I can't just sit and watch a movie, or ride in a car, or listen to the radio. Knitting gives my hands something to do, which in turns takes just enough pressure off my brain to allow me to focus on what I'm really doing. Much to my husband's disbelief, I am paying attention when he is talking to me while simultaneously counting the decreases in a soaker.

I obviously don't for the satisfaction of finishing a project. Any observant human being would take one look at my house and realize that finishing is not. my. thing. I can see 3 unfinished projects right from where I sit, not counting the ufo's tucked into a few bags beneath the blankets under the end table. My dresser is a resting place for three unfinished sweaters that may or may not fit by the time I finish. I strive to be a more goal oriented knitter, and I fail miserably at times. I can fly through a pair of longies for a customer, because someone paid me to do so, and guilt is a motivator. But put a pair of socks for me on my needles, and it's a crap shoot. Of course, this is the theme of my entire life, evidenced by the stack of unfinished books on my nightstands (but the books are generally covered with ufo's, so no one knows I'm also a voracious reader).

I also knit because it's a socially acceptable shopping outlet. I used to buy shoes I didn't need or didn't really like, matching outfits for the girls when their closets were overflowing, and lotion and shower gel in every scent under the sun. Then came wool. My stash takes up the area of an entire table, overflowing into bags and totes beneath. Every once in a while a skein or two comes upstairs to be wound, but it's mostly yarn that I may never use. I'm strongly considering a six month "knit from stash" process, but I need to think on that some more to create my own set of rules.

Finally, I knit because it's cool. Although it's a trendy hobby, for me it's not about other's perception of my activities. It's much more about the fact that it allows a non-artist to be artistic. Knitting allows me to practice the techniques I teach pregnant women-patience, focus, and trust in the process. Knitting allows me to be gentle on the earth by using minimally processed yarns, and it allows me to support small businesses and avoid the 'marts of the world. It allows me to help families keep their kids in cloth diapers, which really does all of the above things as well. It has taught me to slow down and focus on the details, to forgive myself for mistakes, and that sometimes it is worth going back and starting over.

I've be a very different person without my knitting, and I can't really remember what I did before.

Finish what you started.

2007-01-10T09:30:00.000-08:00

A secret about my life as a knitter..........I suck at finishing things. Actually, it's a theme that is pretty consistant throughout my entire life, but with knitting it is clear for all to see, demonstrated through little piles of wool strewn about any space where I spend any time. These are longies, made of Beaverslide organic merino and dyed by http://www.livisminis.com/store/Default.asp (still working on this link thingy-help!). I have 3 rows to go, which would require less time and effort than posting this, yet they have looked like this for two days. So today, they will be finished, washed, lanolized, and drying.

These are chemo caps for an online friend's daughter. You can read her story here http://www.caringbridge.org/cb/inputSiteName.do?method=search&siteName=chloemalena. The purple is an acryllic my sister brought back from South America (note to self-don't ask non-knitters to bring back yarn from their travels, as they wouldn't know wool if it bit them in the butt). The pink is also mostly acryllic, I think it's Lion Brand. If you know me at all, you know that plastic yarn rarely touches my needles, but I'm glad I had this on hand. They fit the requirements for chemo caps, as they super soft and washable. The purple is done save for the weaving of the ends, so thats about 48 seconds of work to do. The pastels will take a bit more work, as I have an entire 7 or 8 rows of decreases to go. It's a stretch, but I'm going to do it.

I do have distractions today, as the weird weather in the Northwest continues. Today, we woke to this little distraction.

It's a bit hard to get anything done with everyone in my family home in the morning, and I still haven't knit a stitch. Wish me luck.

My first post, for a big day.

2007-01-09T07:18:00.000-08:00

I thought it was appropriate to start this blog on the day that I meet it's designer.

Yes, my life is a bit too tied up in my internet friends. Notice, I didn't type "friends", as Dave would. The women I have met in various online communities are my true friends-the ones I turn to when I'm in a panic, or coming off a birth high, or so fed up with my kids/knitting project/state of the world that I just need to process it all. Some days I think that I need to get out more, spend my time with people that live near me, people that others would say really exist. But I know in my heart that I have more in common with those few special women on most days than I do the people who populate "real life".

So today, Ellie and I are off to meet Sabbath and Autumn. The UnPops are practically writhing with jealousy. I've been up since 5:30, wondering what I'm going to wear, how my hair will behave today, and obsessing that maybe she will see me across the mall and run away screaming. But once I get past that anxiety, I'm just so freaking excited I can't see straight to actually meet this person, the one that I just know is the coolest mama on the planet.

More later, including pictures. I have knitting to discuss, births to process, and opinions to spout. But today, I simply needed to mark this occasion, the day when my life becomes just a bit more real.

Here you go Megan!

2007-01-05T21:55:00.000-08:00

I created this blog for you! Yay for pretty blogs!

If you have questions on how to do anything give me a holler. It's really quite easy to use, and add links and lists and other things to. Just ask me!!

Sabbath

Test Post

2007-01-04T00:13:00.000-08:00

Checking out the layout....