Yeah, Well

Yeah, Well


SOOOOOOO

If I was smart, I’d be working on Christmas knitting since I lost patience, crashed and burned on the Wavy Garden Shawl today.  If you missed it, you can read up on it here.  I tinked and tinked and tinked for hours, getting more and more frustrated, with lovely yarn getting more and more fuzzy (and not in a good way) and then, the fuzzies getting stuck to themselves, with me getting more and more aggravated by the minute.  Finally, I decided to cut myself some slack and have relegated it to the Will Probably Never See The Light Of Day Again Basket, at least for now.  What is it with me lately?  Am I destined to never complete another WIP and be stuck in an endless loop of starting, frogging, starting again, frogging again and on and on.  OK, so I’m a tad dramatic, but frustration seems to be the order of the day lately.  I’ll get over it, probably by tomorrow, at the latest.

24 HOURS LATER

So I made peace with Wavy Garden and feel OK about putting it aside temporarily and have begun a pair of socks with this lovely yarn-

Fingerpaints Supersock Self Striping from Cherry Tree Hill Yarn, in Java Jive

Knitting two at a time, toe up.  I haven’t completely settled on a pattern yet, but that’s the beauty of the toe up technique.  The toes are plain stockinette, giving the knitter more time to find “The Perfect Sock Pattern”, while still getting on with the sock knitting; and, when knitted toe up, the socks can be tried on while in progress.  A win-win, I say.  I learned the technique by watching Silver’s Sock Class, I think their instructions are the clearest and the easiest to understand.  

SAVING FACE

I’ve been practicing drawing whimsical faces, spurred on by the YouTube demos that I’ve become addicted to.  Actually, though, practicing is way too mild a word, obsessed is more like it.  This all started with my decision to give art journaling a try, joining The Documented Life Project back in March and getting a new, just asking to be written/drawn/painted upon journal.  Is there anything more exciting than a new journal?  Well, yeah, new yarn.  New yarn is way exciting, way, way exciting.  Oh, look, here’s a photo that blends both! 

Ummmmm, did I mention that up until this, I’d never, ever, even considered picking up a pencil or a paintbrush?  But I digress.  Here are a couple of faces I drew and colored in with color pencils.

Something else I’ve learned – if you can think it, someone has posted a demo of it on YouTube.  Hopelessly old school, me, but, maybe not completely hopeless, I’m learning new stuff all the time.  

I’m linking with the usual Friday folks, Tami and Frontier Dreams.

Learning is not attained by chance, it must be sought for with ardor and attended to with diligence.  Abigail Adams

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Wednesday! Again??, Booklove and It’s Nice To Be A Diva

Wednesday! Again??, Booklove and It’s Nice To Be A Diva


ON THE NEEDLES

Wavy Garden Shawl is presently OTN, but not for long.  (heavy sigh). I saw that somehow, what I call the backbone, where a pattern calls for a yarnover, knit, YO, is wonky, off a couple of stitches.  So I suppose you could say it’s developed scoliosis.  I hope I can take it back a few rows and reknit instead of frogging the whole shebang and restarting.  Dang.

BOOKLOVE

I finished Wouk’s The Caine Mutiny Monday and am just as enamored as I was when I first read it, lo those 45 or so years ago.  So, I’m giving away my age (you do the math), who cares???  In my head I’m 16.  When does a person become a grownup anyway?  OK, back to booklove.  I started an smazing book right on the heels of Mutiny – The Snow Queen.  I don’t have the author’s name right at my fingertips, but I’ll get it in here before I post.  Take a minute check it out here.  Michael Cunningham, that’s the guy’s name.

THE DOCUMENTED LIFE PROJECT

Here are a couple of *MOMMs that I’ve working on:

image Curlicue Tree

imageBecause I Like It #5

TDL Week 26 Challenge

Add a Bible verse or a line from your favorite book that inspires you

Mine is Proverbs 17:22

A merry heart doeth good like a medicine, but a broken spirit drieth the bones.

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ONE OF THE GRANDS

Babydiva

I think it was a reward for behaving in the store.  She’s going to be a big sister here in about seven weeks!

Oh my gosh!  That skin!!!!

Linking with Tami, Ginny and Frontier Dreams.

*My Own Mixed Media

Do not wait for leaders; do it alone, person to person.  Mother Teresa

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Back in the Studio

Back in the Studio


POT THROWING

Hurray!  It’s back into the pottery studio after a two week break.  I have some new ideas and several things I want to try, like this

Yarn Bowl

and this

or this

and maybe this

So ready to get in there and sling some mud!

Work while you have the light.  You are responsible for the talent that has been entrusted to you.  Henri-Frederic Amiel

Cue Barry White

Cue Barry White


XXX

Look what Mr. iknead found when he checked on some flowers at the side of the house this morning:

Is the male giving us the stink eye or what??

After a quick photo, we left them to their lovemaking.  I think these two are box turtles, named that because their shells are hinged front and back, allowing them to shut up tight when they feel threatened.  Nice to know they found a nice, safe spot, away from traffic.  This is the time of year that thousands get squashed trying to cross roads to meet their beloveds.

If you can’t feed a hundred people, then feed just one.  Mother Teresa

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Buh-bye, Wondrous Box, Booklove

Buh-bye, Wondrous Box, Booklove


R.I.P.

It is with ginormous regret that I inform you that the Cable and Pleat Tunic is no more.  (Sobsniff). After taking a hard look at it last evening and then sleeping on my decision , I decided to go ahead with my plan to frog, let it rest and then start from scratch in the near (I hope) future.  Next time, I’ll go down a couple of needle sizes, it was very loose and I knew I’d never wear it without something underneath and knowing how hot Arkansas summers are, it just wasn’t going to work.  Besides, it’s not like I don’t have other WIPs to work on.  I can hear The Socks On A Plane Socks whimpering to be picked up even as I type. 

BUT THEN, AGAIN

A Wondrous Box arrived in the mail today, and man, is it ever going to be hard to keep my grubby paws off the goods long enough to carry out the abovementioned plan.  Take a look and you’ll see what I mean!

 

Two hanks of incredible merino and as a little extra surprise, a sample of lovely silver silk with sequins and beads, all from Artyarns, thanks to Yarnbox.  Could you stay strong in the face of this???

BOOKLOVE

I’m rereading an old, old favorite, The Caine Mutiny by Herman Wouk.  It still lights my dials.  I read this book as a kid, maybe junior high or a little younger, probably because my parents owned a copy and I’d most likely finished my library books and then gone hunting for something else to read.  This became a favorite immediately.  One thing I’ll always be thankful for is that my parents never, ever put any sort of limitations on what I read and I loved to read.  My dad was also a Reader with a capital R and it wasn’t unusual for he and I to be reading the same book.  He was an omnivorous reader and thanks to him, so am I.  Best gift ever, thanks Mom and Dad!!!!

Linking with the usual Wednesday bunch – Tami, Ginny and Frontier Dreams.

I’m not afraid of tomorrow, for I have seen yesterday and I love today.  William White


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On a Tuesday

On a Tuesday


TUESDAYS

Anyone remember the Seinfeld schtick about how Tuesdays just don’t have a “feel”?  A feel as in “Mondays have a let down feel, just coming off the weekend and all; Wednesdays have a definite, halfway to the weekend feel; Thursdays carry that almost Friday and the end of the work week feel; and then that incredible Friday feel, which needs no explanation.  Poor Tuesday, with no real “feel”, except maybe the “at least it’s not Monday” feel.  This really isn’t going anywhere, just some random thoughts that run through my head, taking up some of the short term memory circuits until another totally random thought moves in and hangs out for a while.

TDL UPDATE

Week 25 Challenge

Cover Your Page with Hearts

One of my favorites so far!

More information on The Documented Life Project can be found here.

*MOMM

Here’s a look at my latest independent mixed media project-

As usual, this one has a bit of everything, paper, buttons, stamps, stencils, just whatever strikes my fancy at that particular moment.  Mixed media has taught me that the concept of art is very, very fluid, with no right or wrong way to create.  I totally LOVE that!

*My Own Mixed Media

PARTING SHOT

The only real valuable thing is intuition.  Albert Einstein


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And There You Have It (I Think), Happy Father’s Day and MOMM

And There You Have It (I Think), Happy Father’s Day and MOMM


Happy Father’s Day, everyone!  Hug a dad today!  Mr. iknead got a blueberry cake for his special day.

FRONT DOOR PURPLE, CONT.

I think we’ve come to an agreement on just which purple to paint our door – it’s called Deep Violet.

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 Here’s what it looks like in the sunshine

Now in the shade

And in my kitchen

Now to find a painter…….

TDL

This week’s challenge for The Documented Life Project was to cover your pages in hearts.  I’m still  mostly in the planning stage,  but I did get my pages prepped and have an idea of what I want them to look like.  This art journaling project has led to me trying a lot of new things; I’ve started sketching and painting different things on my own, which I enjoy, but what I’m really loving is mixed media.  Think about it, up until a few months ago, I’d never even heard of mixed media art and now I usually have two or three different MM projects going.  Here’s a look at one I just finished –

My Own Mixed Media 1

MOMM* 1

It has a little bit of everything, acrylic paint, stickers, colored pencils, Inktense blocks, marker, stencils, doodles, found objects.  Nothing is sacred, if I see something interesting,  you can bet it will find it’s place in some project.  I really love how this one turned out!

*My Own Mixed Media

Love is never lost.  If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.  Washington Irving

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