And here's a pic of her Jesus toe ring. I totally love toe rings, but find that I can never wear them without pinching my toe!
Monday, May 14, 2007
Mary's Caribbean Delight
Here's some beautiful green and blue wool that Mary T. has been spinning since we started this blog.
And here's a pic of her Jesus toe ring. I totally love toe rings, but find that I can never wear them without pinching my toe!
And here's a pic of her Jesus toe ring. I totally love toe rings, but find that I can never wear them without pinching my toe!
Men in Kilts
Mary T. and her husband were looking for a kilt for him and came across this website...
http://www.utilikilts.com/
WOW!!! *ahem* I read through some of the product descriptions and giggled like crazy. Last summer Mary, her family, and I went to the Scottish Highlander Games in Enumclaw, WA. It was so fun! The Seattle Knights did an awesome sword fighting show that was very entertaining.
I have finished plying the singles I spun at the spin-in and am anxious to get the twist set so I can begin knitting! I'm making a hat and mittens pattern I discovered on the website Hello Yarn http://helloyarn.com/.
The background will be black, but the white in the picture will instead be pink/purple/white varigated. I'll have to modify the pattern since my yarn is a bit thicker than what is called for.
http://www.utilikilts.com/
WOW!!! *ahem* I read through some of the product descriptions and giggled like crazy. Last summer Mary, her family, and I went to the Scottish Highlander Games in Enumclaw, WA. It was so fun! The Seattle Knights did an awesome sword fighting show that was very entertaining.
I have finished plying the singles I spun at the spin-in and am anxious to get the twist set so I can begin knitting! I'm making a hat and mittens pattern I discovered on the website Hello Yarn http://helloyarn.com/.
The background will be black, but the white in the picture will instead be pink/purple/white varigated. I'll have to modify the pattern since my yarn is a bit thicker than what is called for.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Tri-Cities Spin-In
Mary T. and I went to the Tri-Cities, WA for the spin-in put on my the Northwest Regional Spinners. Its was so fun! There were eight of us and all our spinning wheels and wool crammed into a Suburban! I haven't done a road trip like that in a very long time. I bought some beautful black and white alpaca to spin and some really neat wool from Lorna's Laces in the color Pioneer.
It also has pink in it, which you can't tell from this picture. And it's unspun wool... But anyway. I got a bobbin and a half filled and knit a beret out of the Twilleys of Stamford yarn. I have pictures of the stuff I'm spinning and the beret, but my laptop won't connect to the internet for some strange reason, whether I use the wireless or the DSL cable. So I'm at the library and trying to do what I can here in the short amount of time I have available.Also, I received a great cd from the man behind Transfigural Form. Awesome stuff! And I've only listened to some of it!
And it's Mother's Day! So, Happy Mom's Day to all you moms out there! :D
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Cable Socks
Didn't get to knit last night due to the franticness at work and getting my Mother's Day cards created and mailed out. But as I said, I'd post a few pics of my progress so far. The pattern I'm using comes from Handknit Holidays, a great knitting book if you're looking for patterns that aren't super difficult. The color of the yarn isn't quite that salmony, but much more pink. My camera does strange things sometimes with the colors and I haven't taken enough time with the manual to fix the problem. Hehehe...
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
TF and a Whole Lot of Knitting
What a day! This is Sarah L. and I started the morning on time (a total miracle!) I rocked out to Transfigural Form this morning while getting ready for work. It's hard to get eyeliner on properly when you're dying to headbang! LOL!
I've almost completed a pair of cabled socks from the pretty pink Cashsoft that I posted a pic of last week. I'll have a pic up here tomorrow of my progress. The yarn is soooo soft! I can't wait to wear them! I aslo just bought some Debbie Bliss' Baby Cashmerino and Twilleys of Stamford's Freedom Spirit (pictured above in Fire). Wow! So much yarn! And I still have POUNDS to spin!
I've almost completed a pair of cabled socks from the pretty pink Cashsoft that I posted a pic of last week. I'll have a pic up here tomorrow of my progress. The yarn is soooo soft! I can't wait to wear them! I aslo just bought some Debbie Bliss' Baby Cashmerino and Twilleys of Stamford's Freedom Spirit (pictured above in Fire). Wow! So much yarn! And I still have POUNDS to spin!
This weekend will be an exciting time for me and Mary. We'll be going down to the Tri-Cities with four other women and a whole lot of spinning wheels for a spin-in and potluck. We had a great time last year and will probably make it an annual event.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Aprons (from the Mary Jane's Farm site)
Aprons by Mary T.
The sign of domestic authority I have noticed over the years that aprons - honest ones - carry in themselves an air of domestic authority. When an apron is worn by a woman who is hard at task, it is like a uniform. Business is at hand and there will be no shilly shallying. There are serious tasks to be accomplished. Fruit to be canned, food cooked, chores to be completed. One does not usually put on an apron just to lounge about or to go on a visit. No, aprons stay at home and tend to the work that must be done to keep the home fires burning.
All her years, my mother wore an oriental apron called a mamason. She always had a Kleenex in the front pocket and other oddities picked up from a days work: i.e. miscellaneous Legos that strayed from my brother's room, or a straggle of old yarn or fabric from some wild project I had cooked up. Sometimes treasures appeared from the pocket, candy or money for a swim at the pool. You just didn't know what was to be found in that mysterious cornucopia.
When I became a wife and mother I sewed my first apron. It took several days to take apart an old momason of mom's and make a pattern from it. After 20 years of washing and use the pieces had fused with the stitching to become what seemed a seamless garment. But patience paid off and I was proud the day I showed off my apron to my mother. I had graduated from girlhood. That winter I sewed a new apron for my mom from the pattern I had made. It must have tickled her to receive that gift. In my teens I was a radical activist, not a domestic engineer. But after joining the ranks, of course ones mind is likely to change. And so I marched into my new life of home schooling and whole wheat with my apron and not a few lofty goals.
I've been hard at work as a domestic engineer for more than twenty years now. I've had several aprons to my credit over those years. At present I'm flush with several high quality aprons. This is an unusual occurrence. I've not had more than two aprons at a time ever. Having an eclectic taste that verges on DID, my present collection ranges from demure to modern chef. From a lovely blue calico to screaming solid yellow. My momason has long since departed and the last apron I sewed lasted some years. It is a bit ragged. It looks like something a Russian Babushka (granny) might wear. Black with red stripes and little beets and yellow corn embroidered in between the red and green pin stripping. Alas, it is at the bottom of the tired apron pile now. Some good friends knowing my .unusual taste. gave me a groovy apron for Christmas. It is covered with VW beetles and peace signs. I wore it like crazy. So this year I had to set out on a search for another serviceable apron. Serviceable meaning: covering you nearly from head to foot. I'm creative: meaning messy. After a lengthy search I came upon a website for modest clothing. It had Amish dresses and bonnets and beautiful aprons. They are handmade and fit all requirements - including pockets. This is the most lady-like apron I have seen. (Donna Reed will be jealous.) A heart shaped neckline and scallops over the shoulder. And an inset waist with white piping covering all edges. Quite lovely. It is now my favorite. Except for those screaming yellow days when I wear my Pike Place Market apron, another gift from a friend.
Your aprons should speak to who you are and what you do. Even eluding to what you dream of. It should be something you are content to be in again and again and always enjoy. I have deep admiration for aprons. Over the years they have been a symbol of femininity, love, commitment, and frugality. Women have gathered food for their families in them and flowers for funerals. Aprons have been cried into, twisted into knots during times of great anxiety. Hidden behind when a new blushing brides dinner didn't quite come out to perfection. I should think there is more than one prairie wife who tore up her petty coat first for bandages before tearing up her apron.
Yes, a useful tool of womanhood is an apron. I think I will go sew one for my only daughter. She will become a mother this winter. How can a woman survive life, let alone motherhood, without a sturdy apron?
The sign of domestic authority I have noticed over the years that aprons - honest ones - carry in themselves an air of domestic authority. When an apron is worn by a woman who is hard at task, it is like a uniform. Business is at hand and there will be no shilly shallying. There are serious tasks to be accomplished. Fruit to be canned, food cooked, chores to be completed. One does not usually put on an apron just to lounge about or to go on a visit. No, aprons stay at home and tend to the work that must be done to keep the home fires burning.
All her years, my mother wore an oriental apron called a mamason. She always had a Kleenex in the front pocket and other oddities picked up from a days work: i.e. miscellaneous Legos that strayed from my brother's room, or a straggle of old yarn or fabric from some wild project I had cooked up. Sometimes treasures appeared from the pocket, candy or money for a swim at the pool. You just didn't know what was to be found in that mysterious cornucopia.
When I became a wife and mother I sewed my first apron. It took several days to take apart an old momason of mom's and make a pattern from it. After 20 years of washing and use the pieces had fused with the stitching to become what seemed a seamless garment. But patience paid off and I was proud the day I showed off my apron to my mother. I had graduated from girlhood. That winter I sewed a new apron for my mom from the pattern I had made. It must have tickled her to receive that gift. In my teens I was a radical activist, not a domestic engineer. But after joining the ranks, of course ones mind is likely to change. And so I marched into my new life of home schooling and whole wheat with my apron and not a few lofty goals.
I've been hard at work as a domestic engineer for more than twenty years now. I've had several aprons to my credit over those years. At present I'm flush with several high quality aprons. This is an unusual occurrence. I've not had more than two aprons at a time ever. Having an eclectic taste that verges on DID, my present collection ranges from demure to modern chef. From a lovely blue calico to screaming solid yellow. My momason has long since departed and the last apron I sewed lasted some years. It is a bit ragged. It looks like something a Russian Babushka (granny) might wear. Black with red stripes and little beets and yellow corn embroidered in between the red and green pin stripping. Alas, it is at the bottom of the tired apron pile now. Some good friends knowing my .unusual taste. gave me a groovy apron for Christmas. It is covered with VW beetles and peace signs. I wore it like crazy. So this year I had to set out on a search for another serviceable apron. Serviceable meaning: covering you nearly from head to foot. I'm creative: meaning messy. After a lengthy search I came upon a website for modest clothing. It had Amish dresses and bonnets and beautiful aprons. They are handmade and fit all requirements - including pockets. This is the most lady-like apron I have seen. (Donna Reed will be jealous.) A heart shaped neckline and scallops over the shoulder. And an inset waist with white piping covering all edges. Quite lovely. It is now my favorite. Except for those screaming yellow days when I wear my Pike Place Market apron, another gift from a friend.
Your aprons should speak to who you are and what you do. Even eluding to what you dream of. It should be something you are content to be in again and again and always enjoy. I have deep admiration for aprons. Over the years they have been a symbol of femininity, love, commitment, and frugality. Women have gathered food for their families in them and flowers for funerals. Aprons have been cried into, twisted into knots during times of great anxiety. Hidden behind when a new blushing brides dinner didn't quite come out to perfection. I should think there is more than one prairie wife who tore up her petty coat first for bandages before tearing up her apron.
Yes, a useful tool of womanhood is an apron. I think I will go sew one for my only daughter. She will become a mother this winter. How can a woman survive life, let alone motherhood, without a sturdy apron?
The Dancing Ewe!
Yippee! The Dancing Ewe yarn store is now open! This is Sarah and I bought some beautiful Merino/Cashmere blend yarn from RYC and a cute little blue Stump teapot. This store has an amazing selection with prices that beat out even some of the online stores!
I think I'll have a very hard time staying out of there! I'd better start putting a savings aside each month so I can indulge! :D
I think I'll have a very hard time staying out of there! I'd better start putting a savings aside each month so I can indulge! :D
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