Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Sunday, July 23, 2017

It's Texas, y'all!



My daughter is at the beach in Texas. I warned her about sharks, but didn't really think there would be cows at the beach.

But hey! It's Texas, and what would be more "normal" than practicing roping cows with a plastic one, at the beach:




Yee-haw!

Friday, July 21, 2017

Cows ARE deadlier than sharks are!



And here's the link.

And they don't so much fall on people as they do attack people.

Maybe that's fair, since we do eat a lot of them. Vegetarianism might be a better idea than we knew.

(Thanks, C, for finding this article!)

Bonus Far Side cartoon:


Thursday, July 20, 2017

SHARK!!!




My older daughter, Heather, told me this morning that she and her husband are going this weekend to the beach in Corpus Christi, Texas. When she mentioned the trip to a friend, the friend protested, "There are sharks in the Gulf!"

Well, yes there are; it's where they live. Heather told her friend that being at a salt water beach is where she is happiest, and I agree, although in my case, the beach is tied with a Har-Tru tennis court. I don't have access to either one since I moved from Florida.  sigh.

Heather said that she had read that more people are killed each year by being fallen on by a cow than by being attacked by a shark. We laughed. I said I didn't know anyone fallen on by a cow, so a shark attack was even less likely.

Ooops.  I realized after the conversation that I DID know someone who was attacked by a shark and who had a really mangled wrist to prove it. I was at the hair salon, having my hair returned to its God-intended color (strawberry blonde in case you wondered), when the woman who sat down next to me had her wrist all bandaged up. The shampoo girl asked what had happened.

The woman explained that she had been on Cumberland Island, and after she and her daughter had run the circumference of the island, they lay down in very shallow water, held themselves up by putting their hands down on the sand, and kicked just to cool off after the run. Suddenly the woman's hand was in a shark's mouth.

A fast boat ride to the mainland later, the woman met her husband at the hospital. She showed us photos of her wrist and arm. When I told her that I was surprised that she had thought to take photos, she told me that she hadn't, that she was in shock at that point, and that her husband had taken them. 

Of course he had. What is wrong with men? When I broke my wrist, was covered in mud from the swamp I fell in, and was wrapped in a sheet to protect the furniture in the ER, my husband took a photo. I deleted it when I discovered it. Ugh.

Anyway, the woman's wrist and arm were put back together, and I'm sure she is fine by now. But the shampoo girl asked, "Are you sure it wasn't a whale?"

In two feet of water???  C'mon.


Anyway, Heather, here is a chart to keep in mind:
Shark's view from below the surface

Just don't go surfing, ok?

And I guess don't stand next to any cattle?


(I suppose she read the cow/shark statistic on the internet, so it must be true, right? Seems unlikely though.)

Monday, July 17, 2017

I Made Jam


Blueberry Jam!

All by myself, with help from the internets of course. So only sort of by myself.

Anyway, the recipe linked to above does not require pectin, so it's really easy. Perfect! I didn't have to go to the grocery store to make this. I hate going to the grocery store and usually buy myself some chocolate milk as a reward for grocery shopping, but it's hot out, my "outfit" would be turned down by any charity, and so even chocolate milk couldn't get me outside.

I made half of the recipe: six cups of blueberries, 2 1/2 cups of sugar and the juice and zest of one half lemon. I did not know that all of this:



 would become only a small jar and a half of jam.



It's not the best blueberry jam I've ever had, but it's not bad. It will last for two months in the refrigerator, but it probably won't last that long. (wink, wink, nudge, nudge)(who says that?)  



Saturday, July 15, 2017

ALERT!!!


This is a warning to parents of adult children.

If you notice your visiting adult children, smart phones in hand, going through old photo albums, do not be fooled. They are not fondly reminiscing about times gone by. 


They are taking photos of photos! Yes! They are!

And why?

Because they are going to post them on social media for all the world to see, WITHOUT YOUR PERMISSION, because they are evil like that. Forewarned is forearmed, y'all.  


So, now a warning to those adult children.

To the daughter who knits. You face being disinherited of all of my knitting supplies:

Double pointed needles.


Circular needles, lots and lots of circular needles. Some are even Signature needles, the Rolls Royces of needles.




And my (possibly too many) knitting bags.  

So think carefully about what you do when you next visit.


And to my daughter who doesn't knit:


I'm watching you.

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Almost Forgot


The Finished Blanket



it now belongs to a sweet little one-year old girl named Serena.  

Knitting---really!



I have actually been knitting. I have two or three WIPs (works in progress):



Another Lost Banner Hat by Susan Anderson




Seychelles by Susanna IC which will eventually look like this



because I bought exactly the same yarn and beads used in the sample. And because I'm such a master knitter! 

No. I'm not. I bought the pattern and supplies four years ago and then chickened out. It just looked way too complicated. Recently I studied the finished Seychelles on Ravelry, read notes left by the knitters, and decided that I could conquer this. It might take a while but SHE PERSISTS!

And thanks to Sweet Mother of Purl, I do have one finished project!  Yay me!

It is this Anarktis:


It is off the needles and currently blocking. I played yarn chicken and won even though I was using Jeny's Surprisingly Stretchy Cast Off. I had only this tiny bit of yarn to finish with, but I made it.  


I recently took an internet test to see if I am OCD and according to the test, I am 100% OCD! There are people in my family who would probably say: We told you so!

HOWEVER, I beg to differ even though the test was an official Internet Test. I store my circular needles in their original packaging and when the pattern called for a size six, I pulled out my size six. See? It says size 6 in two places!

When I finished the scarf, I noticed that it was really a good bit smaller than it should have been, and some aggressive blocking has not expanded it to the measurements the pattern indicated it would be.

I checked the needle in my gauge before I put it away, which I SHOULD have done BEFORE I started knitting. It's a size four. That explains the size but I cannot explain how I put the needle in the wrong case...and where is the size six that belongs in here? So how can I be OCD? I'm clearly not.

I bet the size six needle is in the size four package. If I'm even moderately OCD, that's where it should be, right?




Monday, July 3, 2017

Ganache Gone Wrong


I get credit for trying, right?

It consists of one part heavy cream, heated to almost boiling, and one part chocolate chips.

Pour the cream over the chips, stir till melted, pour over the cooled cake.

That's what I did.

And this is what I got:



It (the ganache, haven't eaten the cake yet) tastes great.  How could it not?

But it looks wrong.

I will not be a contestant on the Great American Baking Show should anyone here decide to make an American version of the British Show. 

Sunday, July 2, 2017

I Bought Two Books!


and you might think, Big deal, Knittergran. Everyone buys books!

Hah. Yes they do, and so do I; I have bought many, many iBooks and I read them on my iPad, which allows me to change font size and background color so I can read at night without lights on. However, this time, I wanted actual hard copy books so that I could share them with a couple of people I know who will be interested in them. I have yet to master the "sharing" method Amazon offers on only some books. 

I went to an actual brick-and-mortar bookstore (Barnes and Noble, the only one left around here) and bought these two books:


One is about the Donner Party and the other is about um...probably stuff I don't understand but I can try, and I am a big fan of Neil De Grasse Tyson because he let my granddaughter interview him over Skype a few years ago. Also, I like him because he does try to make things understandable to amateurs, like me. However, he did write and narrate a series on the next big extinction, which is going on now, and that was kind of scary, really, but we are bringing it on ourselves. We need to STOP doing this.

The Donner Pass book is of course about the infamous Donner party and their attempt to reach the west during the Manifest Destiny era in the United States. I listened to an interview with the author on NPR's Fresh Air and according to the author, there are all sorts of rumors and false impressions about the trip. They did have to resort to cannibalism, unfortunately, but there is a lot more to the story.

So, hard copy books still exist and now if I can find my glasses, since I can't make the font larger, I will read two of them.  grumble grumble grumble  where are my glasses?!


Thursday, June 29, 2017

Climbers



Some of the members of my granddaughter's climbing team are here from Austin, Texas. This year, there are only four; in years past, I've lost count. Really. I stopped counting at eight.

This is what they do:

outdoors.

That small person up on the rock face is my 16-year old granddaughter. She is roped in (on belay) so that she can't free fall from the rock face, but it's still a heart-stopping sport for family members to watch. 

I would love to have been able to do this when I was a kid. I was always up in trees, but I don't know if climbing was even a sport then, and there weren't any mountains near me. I don't think that there were indoor climbing gyms either. Now there are, and the climbers come to Atlanta to practice at two gyms, one with a higher wall than they have at home gyms so that they can practice for meets with higher walls.  

Rock on! (carefully)

Saturday, June 24, 2017

I Made Crumpets!



Why? you ask.

Because I can, apparently. And because it's always %^&*^*#@! raining so I needed something to do that wasn't knitting or reading. Didn't feel like knitting or reading.

I found the recipe here. Crumpets.










They were easy to make after the hour of letting the dough rise, and the silicone rings just popped right off so I could flip the crumpets to brown the other side..

The only thing is, I like commercially-made English Muffins better.

STOP THE PRESSES!

I toasted a crumpet, put butter on it and then wonderful blueberry jam and It was beyond wonderful!!!  I will make these again and again and ...


Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Four Years Later


Four long years ago, I bought the pattern, yarn and beads to make this:



Photo from Susanna IC

(Seychelles by Susanna IC)

And I studied the pattern, and studied the pattern and studied the pattern, and................ then I chickened out.

But the project nagged at me.  I had the yarn:




Miss Babs Yet, in Seychelles color---made for this project by the gifted dyers at Miss Babs.

I studied the notes on others'  finished projects on Ravelry, and suddenly! I understood the pattern.

No more procrastinating! Here is the first of 19 repeats, and honestly, it is EASY! I have made other complicated projects in the past four years, and now, by comparison, this looks to be a breeze.





No mistakes so far. AND I learned how to add beads as I go. See them there? On the right?

YAY me!

(It ain't braggin' if it's true, you know.)


OH! OH! OH!
It just occurred to me that Miss Babs will be at SAFF (Southeastern Animal Fiber Fair) in October. I'm sure I'll find yarn to replace the yarn I use in this project, and LOTS more! I LOVE Miss Babs yarn and SAFF is the only place it's available in person. 



Tuesday, June 20, 2017

BACK!


By popular demand! Um. By popular ... hey, are you still writing? So not so much popular. Maybe just curiosity... And not so much demand. Just curiosity...

Anyway, I am going to Scandinavia in the fall and someone pointed out to me that there might be:

cold
snow
ice
rain
freezing rain

and I've lived in the south since 1978 and have no footwear for any of those conditions. Off to the interwebs because it's summer here and because I wear a larger size than your average (foot-sized) person.  

I ordered these two; both have free returns so no harm, no foul.



So one of these things is not like the other. The pink (I LOVE the pink boots) wouldn't be useful in snow.  My feet would freeze. But it does rain in Georgia.  hmmmm...

The other pair (I LOVE them) would work for everything.  

Decisions, decisions, decisions.

Sunday, April 30, 2017

A Rosebush by Any Other Name


might be a blueberry bush? 

Yup.

Remember last year? When deer ate my roses and my blueberry bush? No? Well, they did. 

However, a couple of weeks ago I found a bush growing that looked for all the world like a blueberry bush---but it had this tag on it:



Queen Elizabeth?  A rose?


I kept watching and watching and last week, I found these:



Self-proclaimed gardening genius that I am, I identified these as blueberries, NOT roses!

I don't know why the rose tag is on my blueberry bush. 


And I don't know why I HGTV hasn't contacted me about developing my own gardening show...  


Saturday, April 15, 2017

Those Irish


They are a sturdy, hardy lot. 

Because they have persevered through all of the trials and tribulations that they have been exposed to by climate, the Vikings, the British and it seems like everyone else through the centuries, even by each other?

Sure.

But also because they can knit good old Irish wool yarn, this Aran yarn, specifically. I bought it last fall when I was in Ireland because I loved the color, but I've just finished knitting a hat in it, and boyoboy, is it tough stuff. Made for knitting clothing for the fishermen going out on the homicidal ocean in cold, windy weather to fish. It's the kind of coarse, rustic yarn that people are remembering when they say they can't wear wool; "It's too scratchy."


This yarn is so tough that it broke my needles!




The cord broke off of the needle itself, not from the weight of the yarn; it's quite light. Just from the struggle of wrestling it around the needles and pulling the yarn through the loops.

Not a problem in the end---I just transferred it to double points and continued. Because I'm sturdy and hardy too!  Just don't make me go to the snowy north in the winter, ok?

I'm so sturdy and hardy that when I weighed the hat (2.3 oz.) and the yarn I have left (2.7 oz.) I didn't even whimper a bit when I realized I have enough for another hat.

Oh, yay.



Saturday, March 25, 2017

Hope Springs Eternal


at least among gardeners in the spring (hahaha). THIS will be the year I have the flowers/vegetables/fruits I dream of, say all of us.

And so I must be an optimist. After years of drought, a broken ankle (no gardening), a broken wrist (no gardening), last year I tried again. No drought, no broken bones, but, OMG---deer!!! They ate everything, even rose bushes and they have thorns on them. Ouch! Wouldn't you think?

But this year I'm off again, to the nursery. I bought flowering perennials and I just put them in the ground. Our last freeze date is April 15th, so I'm early, but I figure that perennials are tough. Persist, perennials!!! (please don't die)



I had everything I needed, including my gawjus garden boots. It's beautiful out and it's supposed to rain tomorrow, so perfect timing.

I even planted purple coneflowers!



And that is proof of my optimism; a gardening friend, who is a way better gardener than I am, and who worked at a really good nursery, told me that, "If you can't grow coneflowers, we take away your trowel." Well, I have had coneflower plant after coneflower plant die on me, year after year. I can't find my trowel from last year, so maybe someone DID take it away. Hah! I bought another even BETTER one and I love it.


Best trowel ever!  Soil Scoop by Garden Works, Bellevue, WA

It is really curved well, has notches on the sides that make digging really easy, and I can scarify the root systems well with it. (Scarify is a word my daughter taught me, meaning that you sort of pull the roots apart so they don't continue to grow in the shape of the original container. I think she was watching a lot of Martha Stewart at the time she learned this.) Maybe you already knew the word. I did not.

So now I wait and watch. Last year I briefly tried netting until I was warned that the netting could trap birds in it. It also allowed vining weeds to twine up and through the netting and into the rose plants. I tried helium balloons. I tried cotton wadding that was soaked with smelly stuff and then attached with bread ties to the plants. 

And the deer ate my whole garden.

But THIS year? THIS year? As doG is my witness, if those deer show up, I'll, I'll, I'll, well...I don't know what I'll do.  

Cry? 


Thursday, March 9, 2017

So I Finished



these $%^& socks. 

I don't usually swear at projects AFTER I've finished them; I usually swear at a project during the process when things aren't going well.  But these have taken almost a year to finish.

from my Ravelry project page


In my defense:

                             a.  knitting is not a job

                             b. I made four blankets in the meantime. And a scarf, I think.


So here they are, made from Gale's Art, Graffiti and Asphalt colorway:




See?  Skinny needles.


I made these on size 1 needles, and I really do not like knitting on size 1's.  The yarn is so fine, meaning thin, that my usual size 2's made a very loose fabric. I do love the colors in this yarn though.

FINALLY!  Finished.  

Saturday, March 4, 2017

Oh, My.


These are photos from a spec-built house (click link for the video) in LA that is currently on the market for a quarter of a billion dollars.  A quarter of a BILLION, y'all. WTH!!!






The $200,000.00 candy wall, because?




From the article linked to above:  

At 38,000 square feet, the home spans four levels, has 12 bedrooms, 21 baths, seven staffers, three gourmet kitchens, five bars, two commercial elevators, a massage studio/wellness spa, a fitness center and a James Bond-themed, 40 seat Dolby Theatre. The main outdoor deck features an 85-foot Italian glass infinity pool, a swim-up bar and a pair of mini Sea-Doos and a small catamaran.  At the flip of a switch, a massive outdoor hydraulic theater-sized screen emerges, the aim of which, according to Makowsky, is to bring the Hollywood Bowl to Bell Air.

But wait!!!  There's more!!! (of course there is.)

Below the infinity pool is a sprawling auto gallery with more than $30 million in cars including a baby Formula 1 race car that goes from zero to 60 mph in 2.8 seconds (Not in LA it doesn't). There are Lamborghinis, Ferraris, Bentleys and at least a half dozen motorcycles---including a "first of firsts" electric Sora superbike.

Among the 130 art installations are chrome sculptures of skateboards and guns, an interactive digital work that stars Disney's Seven Dwarfs and a champagne pinball machine. Next to the bowling alley is a massive $200,000 candy wall, which evokes Willy Wonka, the Golden Ticket and the hope that --- just maybe --- Gene Wilder isn't really gone.  (Oh, c'mon) AND:

The helicopter from the '80s TV show Airwolf sits parked on a rooftop helipad (it's a "sculpture," says Makowsky, who notes that the helicopter is inoperable.) 


So yes, it's OVER THE TOP, geeze Louise. (But I do love the views and the pool. I've always said that I would sell my soul to have my own pool, but so far, there have been no takers.)

Now this is a spec house which makes the whole thing a bit of a risk, but the builder says that he thinks there are about 3,000 potential buyers. I get that if you are really, really, really wealthy, you are exempt from paying taxes (seems fair, right?), but what I don't get is that I didn't know it was legal to sell or buy People, Real Human Beings. But I guess it must be legal because the house comes with seven staffers, presumably live humans.

Just how does that work???

Sunday, February 5, 2017

Who Says


that you can't teach an old dog new tricks?

Yesterday, I learned this new cast on:





It took me several tries, and when I finally got it, I was still as clumsy as I was the first time. It involves Magic Loop techniques, which I also had to learn a little of, but I did it, and now I have this:




which is the beginning of a pinwheel blanket using up at least some of my sock yarn leftovers.


Ah, yes.  Peterson's book.  We had a Cooper's hawk at our pond yesterday.
Don't eat our fish!!!



Baxter promises not to touch any of this yarn or my blanket or my knitting needles so that I can leave this project out and pick it up for a few stitches or rounds when I feel like it. No completion date on the horizon.  

This old dog rocks the circular cast on!

Friday, February 3, 2017

Four Blankets Finished


This is my fourth blanket, and the last blanket for a long time.  Phew... I need smaller projects now.


It is Lion Brand's Sutter's Mill Throw, made from Cascade Yarn's Lana Grande and it is MINE!  The last three blankets have been gifts, and actually, I guess I can consider this to be a gift as well, a gift for MEEEE.

It is soft and warm and just needs to be blocked.