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Why did you just put that cheeseburger in my lap?
(No pictures or knitting in this post, just some time on my own private soapbox.)
We walked into the village for lunch the other day at Riki's, the local diner. Erin, my six year old, ordered a cheeseburger and I watched her carefully take her cheeseburger out of its bun, turn to her right, and drop it into my lap. Needless to say, I was a bit surprised. So I asked, calmly, lots of control, not screeching like my first inclination, "Why? Why did you just plop your cheeseburger in my lap?" Her answer was, "Because I wanted it to cool down." OK, reasonably logical if not a bit misguided. (This wasn't a complete mess because I did have a napkin in my lap.) I pointed out that if we moved the bun, her plate would be a much more appropriate place to have a cheeseburger cool down. My point here is sometimes I don't understand people's motives. I was lucky enough to be able to ask Erin, but that opportunity doesn't always present itself.
Case in point, when we arrived home from vacation, we found a 3 page single-spaced letter from the parents of one of the children in my oldest daughter's 3rd grade class. It was basically a "let's burn some books" letter. The letter had not only been sent to us, but to all the other parents of the children in the class, the teacher, the principal and the superintendent of the district. All this because their daughter had borrowed a Goosebumps book from the teacher's library and read the "whole" book on the way home on the bus and it ruined her innocence by introducing scary images to her. By the end of the letter, the parents had offered to buy all the Goosebumps books from the teacher and replace them with books that are more "edifying". (Have you ever heard the word "edifying" sound so chilling?) The offer was simply a desire to burn books masked by their available wealth.
Here are my 3 major problems with the letter and its contents:
1. Innocence is not fostered through ignorance. Innocence and ignorance are two different words for a reason. I appreciate these parents wanting to preserve their child's innocence. We all want to preserve the innocence of our children for as long as possible but that isn't accomplished by not establishing a dialog with them. If there is a genre of books a parent would prefer a child not read, that child should certainly be aware of this by the end of third grade. Megan (9 year old daughter), Mike (DH) and I have certainly talked about different kinds of books, what we like, what we don't like and why. We have these discussions regarding television programs and internet web sites as well. So if you really are that concerned about some genre or author you don't want your child reading, tell her. She is 9 years old going on 10 by the end of 3rd grade, so she is certainly old enough to understand your instructions.
2. A large part of the letter was made up of quotes strung together from the Goosebumps book using ellipses. I read a significant amount of non-fiction and as part of that I evaluate the author's position on their given subject. I've found that an excess use of ellipses when quoting a source greatly reduces the impact of that source. In other words, if the author can't find a direct quote to use to support his or her position and has to cobble together a quote using ellipses, that author is presenting a weak argument. Using many ellipses allows taking quotes out of context or allows the stringing together of potentially unrelated ideas leaving out the intervening literature. Using a series of ellipses, I could certainly string together some pretty horrifying quotes from classic literature like Homer's Odyssey, Beowulf, any of Shakespeare's tragedies or certainly the Old Testament. It is the literary equivalent of TV sound bites and it isn't a very skilled way to present an argument.
3. Lastly, if you insist on sending your letter to such a wide audience, be advised most people stop paying attention after the first page. We are all busy people and appreciate concise, well thought out arguments. If it takes you 3 single-spaced pages to present your point, consider another read through and some editing, you're being inconsiderate and verbose.
The ironic part of this is, I don't like the Goosebumps books. I don't like Stephen King either. I just don't enjoy reading (or watching) horror. It's just not my idea of a good time. However, I'm not arrogant enough to make the jump that because I don't enjoy it, then no one should. Plenty of people find these books entertaining and that's fine with me. I just hope the teacher isn't discouraged from having a free lending library in her classroom -- that really was a nice extra offered to the kids by this teacher.
Back to my original thoughts on motivation.... So why did these people plop this cheeseburger in my lap?
We walked into the village for lunch the other day at Riki's, the local diner. Erin, my six year old, ordered a cheeseburger and I watched her carefully take her cheeseburger out of its bun, turn to her right, and drop it into my lap. Needless to say, I was a bit surprised. So I asked, calmly, lots of control, not screeching like my first inclination, "Why? Why did you just plop your cheeseburger in my lap?" Her answer was, "Because I wanted it to cool down." OK, reasonably logical if not a bit misguided. (This wasn't a complete mess because I did have a napkin in my lap.) I pointed out that if we moved the bun, her plate would be a much more appropriate place to have a cheeseburger cool down. My point here is sometimes I don't understand people's motives. I was lucky enough to be able to ask Erin, but that opportunity doesn't always present itself.
Case in point, when we arrived home from vacation, we found a 3 page single-spaced letter from the parents of one of the children in my oldest daughter's 3rd grade class. It was basically a "let's burn some books" letter. The letter had not only been sent to us, but to all the other parents of the children in the class, the teacher, the principal and the superintendent of the district. All this because their daughter had borrowed a Goosebumps book from the teacher's library and read the "whole" book on the way home on the bus and it ruined her innocence by introducing scary images to her. By the end of the letter, the parents had offered to buy all the Goosebumps books from the teacher and replace them with books that are more "edifying". (Have you ever heard the word "edifying" sound so chilling?) The offer was simply a desire to burn books masked by their available wealth.
Here are my 3 major problems with the letter and its contents:
1. Innocence is not fostered through ignorance. Innocence and ignorance are two different words for a reason. I appreciate these parents wanting to preserve their child's innocence. We all want to preserve the innocence of our children for as long as possible but that isn't accomplished by not establishing a dialog with them. If there is a genre of books a parent would prefer a child not read, that child should certainly be aware of this by the end of third grade. Megan (9 year old daughter), Mike (DH) and I have certainly talked about different kinds of books, what we like, what we don't like and why. We have these discussions regarding television programs and internet web sites as well. So if you really are that concerned about some genre or author you don't want your child reading, tell her. She is 9 years old going on 10 by the end of 3rd grade, so she is certainly old enough to understand your instructions.
2. A large part of the letter was made up of quotes strung together from the Goosebumps book using ellipses. I read a significant amount of non-fiction and as part of that I evaluate the author's position on their given subject. I've found that an excess use of ellipses when quoting a source greatly reduces the impact of that source. In other words, if the author can't find a direct quote to use to support his or her position and has to cobble together a quote using ellipses, that author is presenting a weak argument. Using many ellipses allows taking quotes out of context or allows the stringing together of potentially unrelated ideas leaving out the intervening literature. Using a series of ellipses, I could certainly string together some pretty horrifying quotes from classic literature like Homer's Odyssey, Beowulf, any of Shakespeare's tragedies or certainly the Old Testament. It is the literary equivalent of TV sound bites and it isn't a very skilled way to present an argument.
3. Lastly, if you insist on sending your letter to such a wide audience, be advised most people stop paying attention after the first page. We are all busy people and appreciate concise, well thought out arguments. If it takes you 3 single-spaced pages to present your point, consider another read through and some editing, you're being inconsiderate and verbose.
The ironic part of this is, I don't like the Goosebumps books. I don't like Stephen King either. I just don't enjoy reading (or watching) horror. It's just not my idea of a good time. However, I'm not arrogant enough to make the jump that because I don't enjoy it, then no one should. Plenty of people find these books entertaining and that's fine with me. I just hope the teacher isn't discouraged from having a free lending library in her classroom -- that really was a nice extra offered to the kids by this teacher.
Back to my original thoughts on motivation.... So why did these people plop this cheeseburger in my lap?
A little pirate knitting
I had a lot of time to knit in the car on vacation -- it's a long, long way from here to Bar Harbor, Maine. I believe it was about 14 hours so I had time to take a design idea (little pirates I saw on theHello Yarn blog as a free pattern for a hat) and to do the math to make the pattern work on socks for 3-year old little boy feet. I picked out yarn from my stash before I went -- some now sadly discontinued Knit Pick Sock Garden in Zinnia and some still-available Knit Picks Essential sock yarn in dark blue. Here is what I came up with...
Pirate socks!
These are the socks on a rock outside our hotel in Kennebunkport. They are on a rock because I had little success photographing them on 3-year old little boy feet. Note: 3 year old little boy feet are not know for staying still.
Case in point: There those socks go!
I pressed old sister Megan into helping hold the little boy feet still. It goes without saying that this met with little success:
Although it was fun to watch
. I did finally get the picture I wanted of little boy feet in pirate socks by having Megan block his path around the bed. "What no where to run?!"
Back from vacation...
...and, yes thank you, we had a lovely time. I love our family vacations, lots of places to play and lots of time to just spend as a family. We hit a few places over the past week and a half... Herkimer, NY (home of the Herkimer "diamond"), Bar Harbor, Maine and Kennebunkport, Maine. So given the vacation, this post is going to be picture heavy. Here goes...
I don't alway dress my children like they're joining the witness protection program but it was extremely sunny and we were in an open pit mine in Herkimer. We found some nice 1.5 cm "diamonds" (actually double terminated quartz crystals).
Total boondoggle for me. Here I am in front of Webs (Hear the angels singing??), the east coast's biggest yarn store located in Northampton, MA. Major kudos to DH for taking all the kids to lunch so I could seriously focus on the acre or so of yarn. I wandered the aisles, jaw agape, for about the first half hour before I could even start to focus on a project. Ended up with Webs' own Colrain yarn in caramel for the cabled jacket on this page.
On the bar in Bar Harbor. Yup, finally dawned on me. Hello? The town is named for the sand bar exposed at low tide that connects the town of Bar Harbor with the Porcupine Islands. Color me clueless because, though I've been there twice before, I never made the connection. Kids were total happy campers poking about in a couple of tide pools off the sand bar.
Sometimes you can take a tourist board theme too far. This ice cream shop had lobster flavored ice cream. Um, yuck. The rest of the homemade flavors were extremely tasty though.
"I am Alexander H. Phillips. I own a mansion und a clock." *
Family at Thunder Hole in Acadia National Park. One of the few pictures we have of all of us to prove we do travel as a group. Thank you random passerby. (Thunder Hole was distinctly un-thundery, more flushy and glubby. But Flushing Hole wouldn't attract the tourists, would it?)
Ahhhh, the Kraken!!!
On top of Cadillac Mountain in Acadia National Park. Yes, it was that windy. Yes, there should be a amazing view of the ocean behind them. Yes, that is a sock I made.
And a couple of quintessential Maine shots in closing.
On top of Cadillac Mountain, Acadia National Park.
Bar Harbor, Maine.
*Extra points to readers who know the source of that slightly altered quote.
I don't alway dress my children like they're joining the witness protection program but it was extremely sunny and we were in an open pit mine in Herkimer. We found some nice 1.5 cm "diamonds" (actually double terminated quartz crystals).
Total boondoggle for me. Here I am in front of Webs (Hear the angels singing??), the east coast's biggest yarn store located in Northampton, MA. Major kudos to DH for taking all the kids to lunch so I could seriously focus on the acre or so of yarn. I wandered the aisles, jaw agape, for about the first half hour before I could even start to focus on a project. Ended up with Webs' own Colrain yarn in caramel for the cabled jacket on this page.
On the bar in Bar Harbor. Yup, finally dawned on me. Hello? The town is named for the sand bar exposed at low tide that connects the town of Bar Harbor with the Porcupine Islands. Color me clueless because, though I've been there twice before, I never made the connection. Kids were total happy campers poking about in a couple of tide pools off the sand bar.
Sometimes you can take a tourist board theme too far. This ice cream shop had lobster flavored ice cream. Um, yuck. The rest of the homemade flavors were extremely tasty though.
"I am Alexander H. Phillips. I own a mansion und a clock." *
Family at Thunder Hole in Acadia National Park. One of the few pictures we have of all of us to prove we do travel as a group. Thank you random passerby. (Thunder Hole was distinctly un-thundery, more flushy and glubby. But Flushing Hole wouldn't attract the tourists, would it?)
Ahhhh, the Kraken!!!
On top of Cadillac Mountain in Acadia National Park. Yes, it was that windy. Yes, there should be a amazing view of the ocean behind them. Yes, that is a sock I made.
And a couple of quintessential Maine shots in closing.
On top of Cadillac Mountain, Acadia National Park.
Bar Harbor, Maine.
*Extra points to readers who know the source of that slightly altered quote.
Ahhh, I have a stigma.... Get it off! Get it off!
I was reading an article about recent sales figures for various cars, SUVs and mini-vans. Not surprisingly, SUV sales have hit the proverbial skids due to, as the article so obviously pointed out, SUVs get terrible gas mileage and the price of gas is quite high. Fuel efficient cars sales have increased due to the inverse. Now, here is where the article and I part ways. The article stated that mini-van sales have dropped precipitously due to the "stigma associated with being a soccer mom". Excuse me. Hey! What?! Stigma? Now usually I associate having a "stigma" with something much more dire than being a soccer mom, perhaps more like being a serial murder, an arsonist or at the very least permanently swearing off bathing. The author wrote of a "soccer mom" like we are some kind of faceless suburban automaton, certainly nothing to aspire to. Again, I say "Hey!".
Yes, I am a "soccer mom" presuming that really just means that I have children and I'm involved enough in their lives to drive them various places (yes, soccer practice is one of those places). That is really as far as a description one should be able to deduce from those two words. "Soccer mom" doesn't describe my dreams, political beliefs, religious inclinations, sense of humor or anything else about me. People don't point and run the other way when I arrive in my ubiquitous mini-van so I'm assuming my stigma can't be that bad. And honestly if there was a "cooler" vehicle that could carry 3 kids, their stuff, my stuff, a dog (her stuff) and a DH (he doesn't really travel with much stuff...maybe because I already have all other the stuff), I would be all about it. I'm not sure what is driving such hostility towards "soccer moms" by the author of this article or who gave the author this information. I would suggest the sales drop of mini-vans is the same root cause as the SUVs; they really get pretty awful gas mileage. Ours gets an average of less than 20mpg which I'm sure could be improved with some fairly minor design or engineering changes.
So other than getting my ire up at being lumped under a label, what else have I been up to. I saw some sock project bags on a web site -- cute little drawstring bags for carrying sock projects or other small knitting projects. And I thought, I can do that. So I did. Here they are:
Speaking of design flaws, obviously the one in the upper right was my first attempt as the drawstring is coming from the middle of the bag not the sides. Oh, I lined them too so my needles won't poke through. Cool, ay?
And before I head off for vacation, I leave you with a picture of a sign that makes me laugh every time I drive I90 in or out of Buffalo near the airport. It's the name of a business and a great insult. (I know, it doesn't take much to make me laugh.)
Yes, I am a "soccer mom" presuming that really just means that I have children and I'm involved enough in their lives to drive them various places (yes, soccer practice is one of those places). That is really as far as a description one should be able to deduce from those two words. "Soccer mom" doesn't describe my dreams, political beliefs, religious inclinations, sense of humor or anything else about me. People don't point and run the other way when I arrive in my ubiquitous mini-van so I'm assuming my stigma can't be that bad. And honestly if there was a "cooler" vehicle that could carry 3 kids, their stuff, my stuff, a dog (her stuff) and a DH (he doesn't really travel with much stuff...maybe because I already have all other the stuff), I would be all about it. I'm not sure what is driving such hostility towards "soccer moms" by the author of this article or who gave the author this information. I would suggest the sales drop of mini-vans is the same root cause as the SUVs; they really get pretty awful gas mileage. Ours gets an average of less than 20mpg which I'm sure could be improved with some fairly minor design or engineering changes.
So other than getting my ire up at being lumped under a label, what else have I been up to. I saw some sock project bags on a web site -- cute little drawstring bags for carrying sock projects or other small knitting projects. And I thought, I can do that. So I did. Here they are:
Speaking of design flaws, obviously the one in the upper right was my first attempt as the drawstring is coming from the middle of the bag not the sides. Oh, I lined them too so my needles won't poke through. Cool, ay?
And before I head off for vacation, I leave you with a picture of a sign that makes me laugh every time I drive I90 in or out of Buffalo near the airport. It's the name of a business and a great insult. (I know, it doesn't take much to make me laugh.)
Random Wednesday
Wednesday.
1. The last Wednesday of the school year for the kids. Yay! Can't wait to have them home!
2. Next project: Undulating Waves Scarf with beads. This is my first attempt incorporating beads into a knit piece so I'm looking forward to learning a new skill.
Yarn: Schaefer Heather (Merino wool and silk....yummm. In brown, burgundy and deep plum ...also yummm.)
3. I finished spinning up some Blue Faced Leister* from Allspunup. Here is it drying after a cleansing bath. Notice high tech use of hangers and towels. Oooooo.
And here is a close up showing the final product all plied up. The colors remind me of a woodland.
*Blue Faced Leister, despite what it sounds like, is a breed of sheep with a long staple length* and a lovely soft hand.
*Staple length is the actual length of the wool fibers.
4. I wanna be a comparative philologist.
5. From the files of "Sometimes I really amuse myself". I was vacuuming in the bathroom yesterday. (This in itself might seem an odd activity but our laundry is in the downstairs bathroom so it tends to get a bit linty. Nothing a vacuum doesn't solve and quite honestly I totally enjoying attaching the hose to the vacuum and hearing the little rattle rattle when you suck stuff up. Very satisfying.) I had finished vacuuming along the edges of the washer and dryer and under the hampers and I was preparing to turn around to vacuum around the toilet and wastepaper basket behind me. Well, I must have swung the hose behind me in preparation to turn around -- it's not that big of a space -- and I started hearing this ticka-ticka-ticka. As I was pondering the sound, it started to accelerate, ticka-ticka-ticka-ticka, and then developed into more of a whirrrrrrrrr. Naturally, I looked. I found that I had caught the end of the toilet paper roll with the vacuum hose and the sound was the accelerating spinning of the toilet paper roll on the holder as it was being efficiently sucked into the hose and up into the vacuum. Result: I have a vacuum bag full of toilet paper. Bummer. (Hee. Hee.)
1. The last Wednesday of the school year for the kids. Yay! Can't wait to have them home!
2. Next project: Undulating Waves Scarf with beads. This is my first attempt incorporating beads into a knit piece so I'm looking forward to learning a new skill.
Yarn: Schaefer Heather (Merino wool and silk....yummm. In brown, burgundy and deep plum ...also yummm.)
3. I finished spinning up some Blue Faced Leister* from Allspunup. Here is it drying after a cleansing bath. Notice high tech use of hangers and towels. Oooooo.
And here is a close up showing the final product all plied up. The colors remind me of a woodland.
*Blue Faced Leister, despite what it sounds like, is a breed of sheep with a long staple length* and a lovely soft hand.
*Staple length is the actual length of the wool fibers.
4. I wanna be a comparative philologist.
5. From the files of "Sometimes I really amuse myself". I was vacuuming in the bathroom yesterday. (This in itself might seem an odd activity but our laundry is in the downstairs bathroom so it tends to get a bit linty. Nothing a vacuum doesn't solve and quite honestly I totally enjoying attaching the hose to the vacuum and hearing the little rattle rattle when you suck stuff up. Very satisfying.) I had finished vacuuming along the edges of the washer and dryer and under the hampers and I was preparing to turn around to vacuum around the toilet and wastepaper basket behind me. Well, I must have swung the hose behind me in preparation to turn around -- it's not that big of a space -- and I started hearing this ticka-ticka-ticka. As I was pondering the sound, it started to accelerate, ticka-ticka-ticka-ticka, and then developed into more of a whirrrrrrrrr. Naturally, I looked. I found that I had caught the end of the toilet paper roll with the vacuum hose and the sound was the accelerating spinning of the toilet paper roll on the holder as it was being efficiently sucked into the hose and up into the vacuum. Result: I have a vacuum bag full of toilet paper. Bummer. (Hee. Hee.)
I do. I do. I do believe in lace.
Admittedly I had more than a little doubt that this squoonched (that a word??? it should be) up mess of knitting....
was going to amount to anything. Much less something that I would look at and think, "I would like to wear this." But I guess all the other knitters very much into lace knitting were right. Once you do this....
which is called blocking. (Blocking amounts to a bit of fibertorture conditioning -- first you submerge the fabric in a bath of warm water then after it's thoroughly soaked, you take it out and unceremoniously roll it in a towel to soak up the excess water. The piece then gets stretched and each of its points pinned so that the lace pattern opens and is visible. It stays like that until it dries. And if you have pinned it to your bed, you hope that no one runs into the room and does a high flying dramatic flop onto the bed. Major potential for ouch. Everyone in the house was duly warned. 
So, to my great pleasure, my scarf now looks like this .....
and, yes, I am so pleased. Oh, you would like to see it up close .....
Isn't it lovely? Here are the details:
Pattern: Argosy from knitty
Needles: US 4
Yarn: Jojoland Superwash Merino
The yarn was OK as a lace yarn but it is marketed as a sock yarn. I'm not sure I would ever use it for socks -- a bit too thin and too splitty. Colors are really nice though.
And now for something completely different...*
I like to play with other media sometimes so here are some polymer clay "things" I made this week:
The three middle "things" are buttons and I know how to use those...um, obviously. The other "things" I made but really have no idea what to do with them. (For scale: The gold tiles are 1 inch square) They're cool and I like them but what the heck to do I do with them. Any suggestions? (Hey, you there in the back row. Yeah, the one with the smirk on your face. Settle down.)
* 2 points for a Monty Python reference
was going to amount to anything. Much less something that I would look at and think, "I would like to wear this." But I guess all the other knitters very much into lace knitting were right. Once you do this....
which is called blocking. (Blocking amounts to a bit of fiber
So, to my great pleasure, my scarf now looks like this .....
and, yes, I am so pleased. Oh, you would like to see it up close .....
Isn't it lovely? Here are the details:
Pattern: Argosy from knitty
Needles: US 4
Yarn: Jojoland Superwash Merino
The yarn was OK as a lace yarn but it is marketed as a sock yarn. I'm not sure I would ever use it for socks -- a bit too thin and too splitty. Colors are really nice though.
And now for something completely different...*
I like to play with other media sometimes so here are some polymer clay "things" I made this week:
The three middle "things" are buttons and I know how to use those...um, obviously. The other "things" I made but really have no idea what to do with them. (For scale: The gold tiles are 1 inch square) They're cool and I like them but what the heck to do I do with them. Any suggestions? (Hey, you there in the back row. Yeah, the one with the smirk on your face. Settle down.)
* 2 points for a Monty Python reference
Hoo-fah! It's hot!
I'm not a hot weather person. (It's why we always seem to go north for family vacations -- Adirondacks, Ottawa, Prince Edward Island, Nova Scotia and this year Bar Harbor and Kennebunkport, ME.) So I am totally not enjoying the weather here the last few days. Right now it's 92 F but feels like 97 F because, well, it really is the humidity isn't it? We walked to the village for lunch and a trip to the market which is usually an incredibly pleasant walk past 100 year old houses on tree lined streets but today..not so much. I enjoyed the company (thanks, DH!) but it was so hot.... Everyone together now.... "How hot was it?" It was so hot and sticky my finger pits were sweating. I don't know as I've ever been aware of even having finger pits before but there they were.
On a completely different note...
In addition to knitting, I dabble in sewing as well and had fun making bandannas for Megan's 3rd Grade International Day event last Friday.
After several weeks of study, Megan's classroom was demonstrating games, food, and the cultures of Africa. No small task... I helped out with the Mancala station. (Teaching moment: Mancala is a family of strategy games involving distributing pebbles, seeds, shells etc. around a board. It originated in north Africa. )
Here is the latest spinning challenge ... and no, the yarn is not supposed to look like some kind of worm.
An unmonitored 3 year old with interest in an unguarded spindle can cause a lot of work extra work very, very quickly. Luckily 3 year olds are also extremely charming. So the "Sorry, mommy." was earnest and the caterpillar of yarn is untangled and in a usable ball again.
See... very charming! Pirate charming in this case -- yo, ho, ho!
On a completely different note...
In addition to knitting, I dabble in sewing as well and had fun making bandannas for Megan's 3rd Grade International Day event last Friday.
After several weeks of study, Megan's classroom was demonstrating games, food, and the cultures of Africa. No small task... I helped out with the Mancala station. (Teaching moment: Mancala is a family of strategy games involving distributing pebbles, seeds, shells etc. around a board. It originated in north Africa. )
Here is the latest spinning challenge ... and no, the yarn is not supposed to look like some kind of worm.
An unmonitored 3 year old with interest in an unguarded spindle can cause a lot of work extra work very, very quickly. Luckily 3 year olds are also extremely charming. So the "Sorry, mommy." was earnest and the caterpillar of yarn is untangled and in a usable ball again.
See... very charming! Pirate charming in this case -- yo, ho, ho!
Just another random Wednesday
Last weekend was recital weekend and it was a family event. Everyone except Aidan (3yrs old) was in the shows and the costume prep, rehearsal and actual shows pretty much ate up the weekend and part of the previous week. So here we are on Wednesday with some fairly unrelated thoughts.
1. Here are my daughters, Erin and Megan, all set for their ballets. Lovely ladies!
2. Here is the device that gets the Worse-Use-of-Equipment Award for the weekend. This circa 1963 fan installed at the door by well meaning custodians was supposed to be used to cool the dressing room for the little kids. (As tradition dictates, the day of the dance recital must be hot and ridiculously muggy. How hot and muggy was it you may well ask? It was so hot and muggy that changing costumes was like trying to peel gum from summer asphalt.) The fan was large enough to suck in not only fluffy costumes but the small children occupying them. Yikes!
PS: For an added element of danger, it was on wheels which made it incredibly unsteady. Oh, yeah despite fan blades turning at a rate that would make an F16 proud -- no cooling was had from said fan.
3. A rather unfortunate way to cut the cake at the kindergarten tea.....
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4. Knitting note: The azaleas are blooming and the hedgies are multiplying!
1. Here are my daughters, Erin and Megan, all set for their ballets. Lovely ladies!
2. Here is the device that gets the Worse-Use-of-Equipment Award for the weekend. This circa 1963 fan installed at the door by well meaning custodians was supposed to be used to cool the dressing room for the little kids. (As tradition dictates, the day of the dance recital must be hot and ridiculously muggy. How hot and muggy was it you may well ask? It was so hot and muggy that changing costumes was like trying to peel gum from summer asphalt.) The fan was large enough to suck in not only fluffy costumes but the small children occupying them. Yikes!
PS: For an added element of danger, it was on wheels which made it incredibly unsteady. Oh, yeah despite fan blades turning at a rate that would make an F16 proud -- no cooling was had from said fan.
3. A rather unfortunate way to cut the cake at the kindergarten tea.....
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4. Knitting note: The azaleas are blooming and the hedgies are multiplying!
In which we speak of knitting.....
OK, I've had a bit of startitis. Usually, I'm pretty good at keeping the number of knitting projects to a minimum so I get a reasonable rate of finished projects. Currently, I have quite a few things on the needles....for me. I know there are knitters who have many, many more projects on the go and although I enjoy the process of knitting (obviously) I do like a finished project. So here are a few of the cast-on members of my own knitting play....
Here is another entry in the cute category:
(I never really saw myself knitting toys but after the decided success of the knit squid, why not?)
The mascot of my daughter Erin's kindergarten class is a hedgehog named (Can you guess?), Hedgie from a series of books by Jan Brett. And, with a faith in me that I find totally uplifting, she said "Mommy, would you make me a hedgehog?" Notice, it wasn't "Mommy can you make me a hedgehog?" She has no doubt that I can do it... wow. I strive to live up to her expectations of me -- high standards have been set. I found a pattern for a hedgehog on Ravelry -- it's by Blue's Creatures who has a series of creative creature patterns. (I can't wait to try the zombie bear or the turtangle.) This little guy (gal?) is made with yarn from my stash and I basically followed the directions given. Sometimes I knit like I cook -- which is to say I like to use the directions as my guidelines but I feel perfectly free to add my own take on things. Most of the time this technique works out fine but can lead to some truly spectacular failures. (The pumpkin bread turned pudding debacle of '98 comes to mind. Blech.)
Next we have a couple of quilt squares:
There is a group on Ravelry who asked for donated 4'' by 4'' squares made from leftover sock yarn. They are going to assemble the squares and auction the quilt on ebay with the money going to Doctors Without Borders. (If you've never heard of Doctors Without Borders, check out their web site. They won the Noble Peace prize a few years ago and are the good guys.) Both these squares are knit with leftover Opal yarn.
Here are a couple of the washcloths I made with the organic cotton yarn I talked about a while ago:
I just picked a couple of designs I liked from various stitch dictionaries and plowed ahead. The green one is a pea pod design from Super Stitches Knitting by Karen Hemmingway and the brown one is a fern pattern from A Treasure of Knitting Stitches by Barbara Walker
Are you still with me???
Here's the last for now:
I'm trying my hand at lace knitting. Now from what I have read, I need to hold off on judging my final product until it has been washed and severely blocked. I can tell you the project, as it stands now, is extremely stretchy and looks, well, distinctly not lace-like. More like crumpled up mesh bag. Not what I'm going for. So we'll see. Lace is currently all the rage in knitting. (If you don't have your finger on the pulse of the knitting world, you may be surprised to find that there are definitely "rages" in the knit-o-sphere. We are a passionate bunch! Really. Try to get your hands on some coveted sock yarn at any sheep and wool fest and you'll be lucky to come away with all your needles intact. If you get my drift. Wink. Wink. Nod. Nod. Say no more. *)
*Do I get extra points for ending a post with a Monty Python reference?
Here is another entry in the cute category:
(I never really saw myself knitting toys but after the decided success of the knit squid, why not?)
The mascot of my daughter Erin's kindergarten class is a hedgehog named (Can you guess?), Hedgie from a series of books by Jan Brett. And, with a faith in me that I find totally uplifting, she said "Mommy, would you make me a hedgehog?" Notice, it wasn't "Mommy can you make me a hedgehog?" She has no doubt that I can do it... wow. I strive to live up to her expectations of me -- high standards have been set. I found a pattern for a hedgehog on Ravelry -- it's by Blue's Creatures who has a series of creative creature patterns. (I can't wait to try the zombie bear or the turtangle.) This little guy (gal?) is made with yarn from my stash and I basically followed the directions given. Sometimes I knit like I cook -- which is to say I like to use the directions as my guidelines but I feel perfectly free to add my own take on things. Most of the time this technique works out fine but can lead to some truly spectacular failures. (The pumpkin bread turned pudding debacle of '98 comes to mind. Blech.)
Next we have a couple of quilt squares:
There is a group on Ravelry who asked for donated 4'' by 4'' squares made from leftover sock yarn. They are going to assemble the squares and auction the quilt on ebay with the money going to Doctors Without Borders. (If you've never heard of Doctors Without Borders, check out their web site. They won the Noble Peace prize a few years ago and are the good guys.) Both these squares are knit with leftover Opal yarn.
Here are a couple of the washcloths I made with the organic cotton yarn I talked about a while ago:
I just picked a couple of designs I liked from various stitch dictionaries and plowed ahead. The green one is a pea pod design from Super Stitches Knitting by Karen Hemmingway and the brown one is a fern pattern from A Treasure of Knitting Stitches by Barbara Walker
Are you still with me???
Here's the last for now:
I'm trying my hand at lace knitting. Now from what I have read, I need to hold off on judging my final product until it has been washed and severely blocked. I can tell you the project, as it stands now, is extremely stretchy and looks, well, distinctly not lace-like. More like crumpled up mesh bag. Not what I'm going for. So we'll see. Lace is currently all the rage in knitting. (If you don't have your finger on the pulse of the knitting world, you may be surprised to find that there are definitely "rages" in the knit-o-sphere. We are a passionate bunch! Really. Try to get your hands on some coveted sock yarn at any sheep and wool fest and you'll be lucky to come away with all your needles intact. If you get my drift. Wink. Wink. Nod. Nod. Say no more. *)
*Do I get extra points for ending a post with a Monty Python reference?
What's the proper salutation?
Memorial Day Weekend. Does one say "Happy Memorial Day"? That doesn't seem to tell the whole story. It is kind of an odd mix for a holiday. There is certainly a lot of marketing push to have us go out and shop. Today's paper was full up with inserts for every department store under the sun hoping to entice us to go out and buy stuff. There's a parade in the village and a ceremony at Potter Memorial. Definitely a celebration though a toned down one from what say the Fourth of July parade entails. It's the weekend we in western NY can finally put in flowers and gardens without (theoretically) worrying about any more frost. And, oh, it is so nice to finally see color everywhere! It has been wonderful to have the kids home for a long weekend. We have a neighborhood barbecue planned to enjoy each others' company and kick off the outdoors season. (Not really summer -- weather wise or school wise just yet. The kids still have another month of school.) I guess like so many other things, the day and the weekend is a just a mixed bag of experiences. And as a study in dichotomy....
In honor of Memorial Day, here is what I know of the men in my family who fought in various wars:
Thomas Thompson was first a drummer, then a private, then returned to being a drummer in the Revolutionary War. He is some 7 generations back from me.
My Grandpa's father fought in the Canadian Army in WWI. He lived through a mustard gas attack and though he lived long enough to return to Canada and emigrate to the US (Tonawanda, NY) he never really returned to a state of good health and died at a fairly young age.
My Great-grandma's husband was in the US Army in WWI but was never sent overseas due to the flu pandemic of 1918 and an infected foot (no antibiotics then).
My Grandma said someone on her side of the family was buried at Arlington. (Sadly, I can't remember who -- perhaps an one of her uncles.)
My Grandfather was drafted during WWII but my Grandma had a life threatening condition so he was given a leave of a few months. After that few months, he was ready to join but was told that he had to stay because there were simply no men left in the local factory that knew how to run the machinery to make engine parts. He had to teach the women who were joining the workforce. Although he never said anything about it, Grandma said he was always conflicted about not going to Europe to fight. All his peers did and it was hard to stay at home even though he was needed.
Here is what we spent a lot of our time together doing this weekend:
Erin and Megan working on the front gardens.
The azaleas in full glorious bloom.
Veggie garden in the back.
And the parade in Fairport ---- (Normal Rockwell would have felt right at home. Well, maybe the tie dye would have made him uneasy.)
Waiting for the parade to start. (Hi Erin! -- enfante avec pom pom.)
(And, yes, I took 4 years of Spanish in high school.)
Yay! Fire fighters!
Yay, high school marching band!
At lastly, yay, Brownies! (Hi Megan!)
In honor of Memorial Day, here is what I know of the men in my family who fought in various wars:
Thomas Thompson was first a drummer, then a private, then returned to being a drummer in the Revolutionary War. He is some 7 generations back from me.
My Grandpa's father fought in the Canadian Army in WWI. He lived through a mustard gas attack and though he lived long enough to return to Canada and emigrate to the US (Tonawanda, NY) he never really returned to a state of good health and died at a fairly young age.
My Great-grandma's husband was in the US Army in WWI but was never sent overseas due to the flu pandemic of 1918 and an infected foot (no antibiotics then).
My Grandma said someone on her side of the family was buried at Arlington. (Sadly, I can't remember who -- perhaps an one of her uncles.)
My Grandfather was drafted during WWII but my Grandma had a life threatening condition so he was given a leave of a few months. After that few months, he was ready to join but was told that he had to stay because there were simply no men left in the local factory that knew how to run the machinery to make engine parts. He had to teach the women who were joining the workforce. Although he never said anything about it, Grandma said he was always conflicted about not going to Europe to fight. All his peers did and it was hard to stay at home even though he was needed.
Here is what we spent a lot of our time together doing this weekend:
Erin and Megan working on the front gardens.
The azaleas in full glorious bloom.
Veggie garden in the back.
And the parade in Fairport ---- (Normal Rockwell would have felt right at home. Well, maybe the tie dye would have made him uneasy.)
Waiting for the parade to start. (Hi Erin! -- enfante avec pom pom.)
(And, yes, I took 4 years of Spanish in high school.)
Yay! Fire fighters!
Yay, high school marching band!
At lastly, yay, Brownies! (Hi Megan!)