Wednesday, April 18, 2018
The bathroom remodel is in its final stages. YAY! I'm waiting for the towel bars to be installed, some prints to come back from the framers, AND I'm sorting through all the stuff that was in the old cabinets.
In her book Spark Joy, author Marie Kondo says that you hold every item you are making a decision about: keep, discard, donate, and decide if the item brings you joy. If it does, keep it. Someone gave the book to my younger daughter, and when I stayed with her during her surgery and recovery a few years ago, I read it.
Nowhere does it discuss things like hair clips. I held one and definitely felt no joy, but I can't throw them out. Sometimes I need them.
And the little cup lid? That doesn't exactly bring me joy, but it does keep Baxter out of my water or coffee or tea, and that makes me happy, so I get to keep it, right? And tweezers and paper tape and silver cleaning cloth? No joy, but I do use them.
I have developed a technique in my own system though,
and I think it's genius.
Anything I don't know what to do with (top photo is of my sink and cabinet area; bottom is of my husband's), I just move over to my husband's area. He can figure out if the stuff brings him joy, and then he can decide what to do with it all.
Genius, I say.
So I'm not doing the Spark Joy system, and I assume and hope, I'm not doing the Swedish Death Cleaning.
Geeze, who writes books about death cleaning??? And why?
Monday, April 9, 2018
Friday, April 6, 2018
I was not at home last night, but my husband told me that the cabinets were "in" the bathroom.
How exciting, I thought. I pictured the cabinets with their new countertops and sink and faucets all complete.
It turned out, however, that what he meant by "in" was "in" the doorway, so that getting to the closet is still an obstacle course.
Even Supervisor Baxter had a difficult time getting into the bathroom to check out the quality of work. (He approves of the work so far, by the way.)
So we wait some more and while I wait, I look for decorating inspiration on the web.
|Hmmm... I think something less...je ne sais quoi.|
|Clever and appropriate for my husband since he is a cyclist, but...no.|
|NOPE NOPE NOPE|
Who comes up with something like this?
Thursday, April 5, 2018
Friday, March 30, 2018
It is Gorgeous!!!
It is Beautiful!!!
It is Breathtaking!!!
It is not our bathroom.
Ours is not finished.
When it is finished, it will look nothing like this, except that the cabinets will be white.
We were so excited when we got the call that our cabinets were in.
Wouldn't you think that when you order cabinets, sinks and countertops at the same time from the same store that they would all come in at the same time? We sure did. But we were wrong; what came in were the cabinets. That is all.
So we wait...and wait.
Someday we will have our master bath back. It will be smaller than this, by a lot. It will have brown floors. It will not have a bathtub. But it will be ours, and as doG is my witness, it will be finished.
When I was at my daughter's house over Christmas, I hadn't brought any knitting with me (dumb thing to forget) and so I knit her a sock with her supplies. I didn't have my pattern with me and she doesn't use a pattern really, because she has knit so many socks, and because she is younger than I am (duh) and has a better memory than I do.
So I just knit along, asking her instructions from time to time, and I DIDN'T EVEN COUNT ROWS! How freeing!!! How intuitive!!!
The sock came out just fine so when I started one at home, I thought, I don't need no stinkin' instructions and off I went.
Last night after I finished the heel flap, I picked up 18 stitches along one side, knit and purled the instep stitches, and picked up 18 along the other side, split the heel flap stitches onto the two needles with the picked up stitches, and started decreasing for the gusset. Gee, there sure are a lot of stitches, thought I.
But I knit on, thinking that I must not be remembering correctly just how many stitches I needed to work with.
But really, this is A LOT of stitches.
This morning I searched and searched and finally found my pattern and discovered that I had not turned the heel!!!
Mystery solved. WAY too many stitches.
And turning the heel is fun. And magic. I like turning the heel.
So I frogged many, many rows and turned the heel. I trust I will not forget again any time soon.
Et voila! A properly turned heel.
Saturday, March 24, 2018
It would seem so. I wrote about having a hard time finding shower caps.
The ad says that this cap fits everyone,
and it comes in fashionable patterns,
and it's $43.00,
but it lasts FOREVER, so it can become an heirloom I guess.
Facebook, if you are reading my blog, leave a comment!!! Otherwise, this is kind of creepy.
Sunday, March 18, 2018
While I was at K-roger on Thursday, buying groceries, minding my own business, an elderly man stopped his cart in front of mine. That was fine; he was going across my path, so I was waiting anyway for him to go by. Instead, he stopped and said to me: This is more fun than anyone ought to have. I laughed politely, and thought to myself, and myself hates going to the grocery store: This isn't any fun at all, but ok.
He leaned in closer and said: Don't tell anyone this. I leaned in closer.
I could have been somebody.
I started to feel sorry for him and also wondered if I was going to have to listen to a long, sad tale of woe.
I coulda been a contendah! he said.
And then he walked on.
As I said---alrighty then.
On to knitting. Tah-dah! Or something. I have made progress on the Papillon, but it sure doesn't feel like it.
I have finished two of the three sections, and it's still very purple. I'm thinking of cutting into the next bit of yarn so I can get to some other colors, although there are really only three others---green, turquoise and blue, and not much of any of them.
On the construction front, the shower is finished, and I thought, silly me, that we could move back into the bedroom. I am living in a dorm room, I've decided. Too much stuff, not enough space.
And I have a really messy roommate, although the daughter whose room this used to be blames me. She is in LA so how would she know? I would NEVER have made this much of a mess myself.
So even though the mess from the shower and tile installation is gone, now there is the mess from the cabinet and mirror removal, and the the drywall compound patches on the walls. Sanding the compound remains to be done, and that produces way too much white powdery dust to live in.
Various paint color samples are on the walls as well, but before we decide on a final color, my husband will prime the whole room to cover up all the random paint.
Once the cabinets and counter tops and mirrors and faucets arrive...maybe we'll be finished with this, knittergran says with hope in her voice.
Saturday, February 24, 2018
So do you remember Ruth Buzzi? She used to be on Laugh In and she always wore a hair net. It looked like this in the middle of her forehead:
I was reminded of that when I put my hotel shower cap on this morning and had the knotted-together part on my forehead. I don't know why my brain remembers things like that. I know it has better things to do.
I hoard hotel shower caps because they are so hard to find in stores---don't people use them any more? Do they wash their hair every time they take a shower? They should stop doing that for some reason I read on the internet, but mostly so that stores will start carrying shower caps again.
I don't remember anything about Ms. Buzzi's performance other than the hairnet and that she sat on a park bench with some man, Artie something-or-other. I could look this up on the internet, but I find I don't need to know EVERYTHING all the time. Or I'm lazy.
On the construction front, the tiles finally arrived after a delay due to some damaged tiles included in the original order. On Monday the work starts on the new shower. I complain that I am camping in the other bedroom and bathroom but my LA daughter tells me that having four walls, a roof, electricity and running water does NOT constitute camping.
So I said, OK, it's like I'm in a bad hotel, but since I am using what used to be HER bedroom and HER bathroom, she took offense. I do get her objections, but when I stay in hotels, I don't have to pile my clothing on any free space, including the floor, and don't have my supplies stashed in cardboard boxes. and that's what I'm doing now. And I can't find stuff. It's getting old, and having two construction delays, so far, isn't helping.
On the Papillon front, I am chugging along, making slow progress. I'd be happier working on it if there was more variety in the colors, but so far, it's mostly blue and purple between the veins.
Sallyknit has finished hers---showoff!!!---and it's beautiful. Hers is in different colors with black veins separating them. It looks like stained glass and it's gorgeous.
I offered to trade once I'm finished with mine, but she didn't look at all enthusiastic about that idea. Knittergran will just knit on.
Wednesday, February 14, 2018
At yarn chicken.
I finished this last night:
|Dream in Color Smooshy with Cashmere, color Cabaret|
It's so SOFT!
It's the One and Done by Casapinka and I am happy with the finished result, but boy howdy, did I almost not make it. The pattern mentions that some people have run out of yarn, even with 400 yards and that's all I had. I kept weighing the yarn as I was working the border section to see how much two rows used, and figuring that I had enough. Yes, I did, but then I wanted to do the Picot bind off and there was no way to know if I could finish it. I did! With a whole two yards to go. I'll make another, I'm sure; we knitters NEVER have enough scarves, right? right? RIGHT????
So now I'm down to three projects going at the same time, the Weekender sweater, a pair of socks and the dreaded Papillon.
I have finished the first section. I think there are three---I haven't read ahead in the pattern to know because it's so confusing and I don't need any more confusion with this project, thank you very much.
Having a fiddly project like this one, one that I keep finding ways to avoid, is a good way to get other projects finished!
Sunday, February 4, 2018
Not exactly. We are in the demo stage of having a new shower put in and it's a mess.
The view through the plastic sheeting into the bathroom:
Where the bathtub...oops...I mean Garden Spa...and the shower used to be:
For the first stage in the project, my husband was going to do the demo, then he decided that the contractor could do the demo, then he decided that he would do the demo. It will only take a weekend (hahaha) this way, AND, bonus, he gets to buy a new
I also am wearing the same clothes daily to avoid going through the dust bowl to get to my closet. If you see someone who is in a dusty shade of black everything, top to bottom, it's probably me.
On the 19th of February, the contractor and his crew are scheduled to show up to construct a larger shower (hence the missing batht...garden spa).
I have advice for anyone who is thinking of remodeling a bathroom.
1. Do ALL of your research BEFORE you hire a contractor. Silly me, I assumed hiring a contractor meant also hiring a designer. But nope. No designer on this crew.
2. And that means that everyplace we went to pick out supplies, we were asked What color will your countertops be? Um, I don't know yet. What color will your cabinets be? Uh, maybe white? Not sure. What color tile will be in the shower? The shower floor? The accent tile? Accent tile? We need accent tile? Uh, I don't know. What finish on the faucets? Don't know.
Each of these questions was from a different business, the tile supplier, the cabinet store, the stone warehouse, the plumbing supplier.
All of this shopping and comparing and decision-making should have gone on before we hired a contractor.
So do as I say, not as I do. That's the free advice for today.
On the knitting front, this is my progress on the Papillon project. It is very slow going because of all of the %^&* short rows, and I have done a good bit of swearing (and I'm not normally one to swear you know).
AND, to top it all off today, even though it is rainy and cold and the day everyone normal should be home waiting for the Super Bowl, everyone was instead at Avalon and the Apple Store, where I had to leave my phone to get a new battery installed.
So this means I am without my phone. I needed to take a photo of the Papillon so that I could share it with you all, but I didn't have my phone, I mean my camera, I mean my phone. I borrowed my husband's. Phew. It is weird that I own the phone because I almost never use it as a phone. I keep my address book in it, I text with it, I check e-mails, and I look things up on the internet, but I don't call anyone and the only calls I get are identified as "Likely Scam" by Apple or whoever. But it is my phone and I have to go back in an hour or so to pick it up. GO HOME PEOPLE, so I can park! And not have to wait in a long line.
Go watch the Super Bowl, please.
Saturday, January 27, 2018
Before sallyknit arrived to teach Connie and me how to knit Papillon, I got my yarn out, untwisted the skein, and put it on the swift.
But the yarn had been so badly skeined that I couldn't wind it. It turned into this:
|Feza Yarns Uneek fingering|
I can't even...
So I pulled out the second skein and decided to wait for whoever arrived first to help me wind it. Poor Connie was the first
Now it looks like this, after three of us tried to wind it by hand:
I knitted with a small bit of yarn that we could untangle, and dH has been working on the rest for hours. He always cleans up the kitchen after dinner, but I offered to do that if he preferred to continue on the yarn untangling project.
He said that was a good deal.
No, it wasn't.
Hours to go before he sleeps.
Today, I am starting this project:
Not in these colors, but this is what it will (maybe?) look like when (if?) I finish it. I am totally intimidated by the pattern---lots and lots and LOTS of short rows, which means paying very close attention to the instructions and doing a lot of counting.
It is the Butterfly/Papillon and in a moment of yarn fumes intoxication, I bought the kit at SAFF. So did several others of the group. We had vowed to not buy the first thing we saw that we loved, that we would wander the entire event and THEN decide what we really wanted to make. The Butterfly/Papillon kit was the first thing we saw.
sallyknit has somehow already figured out the pattern, is not intimidated in the least by short rows, and has volunteered to teach a couple of us how to make it. So later today, I will, I hope, learn how to make this.
Thank you sallyknit!!!
AND, as a bonus, while the knitters are here, dH is starting a bathroom demo project. oh yay.
There will be dust. And I hate dust. He is thrilled because he "needed" to buy a new toy, a reciprocating saw. Which will make dust. And---BONUS---noise.
Pray for us knitters.
Sunday, January 14, 2018
Well, probably. I'm PROBABLY knitting a sweater that won't fit me.
I'm finally using the Brooklyn Tweed Shelter that I bought a few years ago. I had picked a pattern and very dutifully made several gauge swatches, washed them, dried them, and measured them. I picked the needle size that was supposed to give me the correct gauge, and....
that swatch lied!!! I started over and decided that I didn't even like the pattern. And it had short rows and that put me over the edge. Why struggle to work on something that I wouldn't even want to wear when I presumably finished it?
Over the years, I've considered one pattern, then another, then another, and finally found this:
It's The Weekender by Andrea Mowry and it's probably a quick knit (size 8 needles, worsted weight Shelter), and because it's boxy, it should fit. Someone.
I didn't knit a gauge swatch because a. they lie, and b. I didn't want to.
SO, my working theory is that it WILL fit someone, if not me, then one of my daughters or one of my granddaughters.
And the yarn will stop nagging at me from the yarn closet.
Friday, January 12, 2018
These are Fugglers:
The reason I know that these ugly things exist is that my younger daughter suggested that I make some using THE REAL BABY TEETH my husband has saved.
Because Fugglers are made using REAL TEETH! Or really good fake ones, depending on the source. According to the interwebs.
Either way, nononononono!
Saving baby teeth apparently skips a generation in our family. When my husband's grandmother died, the family discovered that she had kept her children's teeth. Ick.
Her daughter, my husband's mother, did not save teeth. My husband did.
My older daughter, mother of four children, said that she had started out saving teeth, but then lost track of where she was keeping each child's teeth and ended up with a pouch of random teeth so she gave up and tossed them out. So a skipped generation.
I fear that my poor grandchildren are doomed. They will save their children's teeth in little packets in their top dresser drawers. And make Fugglers? I hope not.
Wednesday, December 20, 2017
Don't tell the Knitting Police.
I have been told that there are no Knitting Police, but I was told that by the internet, so who knows? I'm hedging my bets here, so shhhh.....
I finally, FINALLY, finished the Shelby Stole. But that's only because instead of knitting 18 repeats, I gave up after knitting 16. Again, shhhh....
It's beautiful, I must say, but I did not enjoy making it. Somehow I did not "get" the rhythm of the pattern until I was well into the project, so I kept making mistakes and starting over, and over, and over. And then I was truly OVER it. So I stopped early.
Now I can move on to the next project:
One & Done:
After all, a knitter must knit.
Friday, December 15, 2017
I get an e-mail from the Postal Service showing me images of the mail I will receive later that day (much, much later). It's the holidays, mail is slow, I get it.
What I don't get is why I get this e-mail at all. I've never signed up for it; none of my friends gets a similar e-mail.
But this is the helpful e-mail that came today:
What will be in the mail today???
Probably straight-to-recycling mail.
Friday, December 8, 2017
Or at least it is in my part of Georgia.
I suspect it will be rainy again, or at least, water will fall from the melting snow in the trees.
And it's not FAIR!!! I was just in LA and the weather was perfect every day.
The sky was blue; the humidity was non-existent, which, as it turns out, is a very bad thing. The morning we left was the beginning of the horrible fires there. The Creek fire is within 10 miles of my daughter's apartment, too close for comfort. She is packed and ready to go at a moment's notice. We sure hope she doesn't have to go, and that the firefighters can get a handle on the various fires.
While we were in LA, I became an Angelina, according to my daughter. I don't really think it works like this, but her statement came as a result of my having seen Angelyne.
She is hard to miss.
My husband and daughter were inside a store and I took the opportunity to sit outside on the steps of the store and soak up the
I thought nothing of it since lots of people in LA look for ways to get attention, but when I told Sarah about the pink car, she said that I had seen a famous LA celebrity. She is now in her 60s, so she probably doesn't look exactly like her billboard, but she is still, apparently, a local personality. It was her goal to be famous, so years ago, she paid for billboards to advertise herself, and made herself a celebrity for being ... a celebrity? (According to the Googles, she sings and acts. Or used to.)
The conversation inside the store was one that might happen only in LA. My daughter was in line behind an actor, but she didn't notice him. The cashier pointed him out after he left the store, and then told Sarah that Angelina Jolie's kids had just left, but that other than them, they had only had "B-listers" in shopping, no "A-listers."
I wonder who decides who is who. Who is whom?