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B is For......

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BLUE SHEEP!!

The last time I participated in the ABC-Along, I think "B is for" is the only letter I actually followed through on. It is an obvious one for me, and while I was committed to sticking to the blue theme this time around, I didn't want a compete redux of an old post. (Actually, I was tempted to just cut and paste that post into this one and leave it at that. When you see these dark and gloomy photos you might wish I had. I do.)

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I have also told of my mad search for any Blue Sheep items that I could get my hands on, and what I am showing here isn't even all of what I have found. The line was discontinued, maybe before I became aware of it, and replacement pieces are expensive and difficult to come by. See the tea cozy above? I love it, but I am planning a felted tea cozy with needle felted sheep on it. Doesn't that sound adorable? It excites me. For my "B" I thought I would pair my favorite stoneware with some other blue favorites of mine.

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Blue alpaca lace weight in Blue Sheep mugs
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Blue Kidsilk Aura on Blue Sheep teapot
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Blue spinning fiber in Blue Sheep giant cannister
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Blue sock yarn in Blue Sheep bowl
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Blue kidsilk haze in Blue Sheep bowl
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Blue sock yarn in Blue Sheep cannister and
Blue icelandic lace weight in Blue Sheep cannister and
Blue lace yarn in Blue Sheep cannister
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Blue Blue Faced Leicester in Blue Sheep pitcher and
Blue Corriedale blend in Blue Sheep pitcher and
Blue Tussah Silk in Blue Sheep pitcher
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Blue Mongolian Cashemere on Blue Sheep spoonrest

The photography in this post is somewhat disappointing. The blues, while all so different in real life, all look so much the same in these photos. And they make this blog look like a tomb or a cave. So.Dark. I think I'm going to ask for one of these for Valentine's Day. (I know! We don't usually make a big deal out of Valentine's Day, but I'll work it for all I can get this time around.  He can make it for me, a true gift of the heart.)

Three hundred thirty-five to go.  I have posted every day for three months!  Straight!  wow.  That represents just about one quarter of all of my posts in just over four years.  wow.

Delicato Mitts

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  • Pattern: Delicato Mitts by Anne Hanson of Knitspot
  • Yarn:  Schaeffer Anne
  • Needles:  size 0
  • Cast on:  March 2007
  • Bound Off:  March 2007

Looky here! A pair of fingerless mitts that I made last year and never shared on the blog! How does that happen!? Well, it doesn't happen all that often with me, but it did this time. You know, those months that I am out saving the world and don't have time to post. Creates a little backlog, I'm sure you understand.

This is a great pattern. I remember that I made some changes, and I'm going from memory here, but I am pretty sure I knit these on a size 0 needle, not the size 2s that the pattern called for. And I'm pretty sure that I knitted fewer repeats of the lace pattern at the top and a shorter thumb. I have delicate little hands that even the Delicato Mitts were too big for. I had the yarn leftover from my Rococo Socks, also a Knitspot pattern and probably have enough for another pair, the yardage in that stuff goes on and on.  My only problem with them is the same one I have with my socks, too dark for the pattern and you can't really see the laciness.  I wear them all of the time, at work, typing, anywhere that my hands are chilled, but I need the use of my fingers.  My plan?  To knit another pair in a better color so I can look down and not have to squint to see the lace.

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And you know what? I figured out why my scarf photos of yesterday were so dark. I left the polarizing filter on the lens. That is like walking around the house with your sunglasses on. I hate when I forget to take them off. Oh yeah? Don't laugh, it happens!

Three hundred thirty-six to go. 336. About one-twelfth of the way there!

Noro Striped Scarf or
I'm Afraid I'll Never Get Bored

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  • Pattern: Noro Striped Scarf ala Jared Flood, BrooklynTweed
  • Yarn:  Noro Silk Garden, color #226 and Manos Silk Blend, color # 3064
  • Needles:  size 7
  • Cast On:  Ummmm....Early January 2008
  • Bound Off:  January 25, 2008

It is just too easy to churn these babies out! I have to admit, I was a little "meh!" about this scarf as I was knitting it. I love striping Noro yarns with solid or solid-ish yarns, but I think I need to go brighter on the solids, so I wasn't always thinking this one was my favorite. I figured that, like almost every scarf I knit, someone would ask who it was for and mention that they liked it and I would be handing it off to that person.

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This time I didn't get a lot of offers to take it off my hands, but when I finished it I was surprised at how much I liked it. Then I wore it with this jacket and now I love it!

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I'm going to try to knit something else before I cast on another Silk Garden scarf. I have so many planned though! This will not be easy.

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Three hundred thirty-seven to go. Still working on those camera settings, those photos are too dark!

Tippy Toe Repo*

I am returned from a weekend of travel and fun.  Travelling with family has its share of challenges to be sure. Travelling with Pete's family, well, I'm thinking it has more than its share of those challenges, and I was sure 'nough happy to be dropped at my door yesterday afternoon.  I attempted to write this post yesterday when I got home, but I needed time to defrag my brain. 

We all met at the gate prior to boarding, and the man who checked us in for the flight was a little giddy with all of the Campbells flying to South Carolina.  Pete has two sisters and two brothers, one of the sisters moved to North Carolina almost two years ago and we were headed down to celebrate her 50th birthday.  Add to that crowd the spouse (me), two daughters (one mine and the other one of Pete's brothers), and a girlfriend and that is quite the crowd to travel with.  Add to that the birthday girl, her husband, two daughters and a boyfriend.......  Knowing that we all have strong personalities I tried very hard all weekend to be laid back and go with the flow.  It about killed me.  Okay, maybe not that bad, but I can only take Pete's brothers in smallish doses and 50 plus hours with them is way to big a dose.

We did have fun though.  We actually stayed in North Myrtle Beach, a typical beach town that was rolled up and put away for the off season.  That worked for us though, no traffic and a neat two bed-room suite for Pete, myself, Erin and our niece at a really low, el cheapo rate.   And with a great ocean view:

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Gloomy, cloudy, Saturday evening view
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Crystal clear Sunday morning view

It was cold in the Carolinas this weekend and I caught a bone chill that stayed with me the entire weekend. Saturday was rainy and raw, so to stay dry (but not warm for me! Brrrr!) we walked among the fish and sharks and there was plenty of driving and down time for knitting and drinking tea, going for a run and relaxing. Well, you know, sort of. Heh.

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We had a lovely dinner out, but photographing the family isn't easy.

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And for those of you who insist on telling me my girls look just like me:

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Dad and Erin
I rest my case.

This starts the years of the fifties. Joan (the birthday girl, second back on the right in the photo) is the oldest and the next three have less than a year between them. So, in fewer than fifty weeks, we will be celebrating another fifty. They just keep on coming. I'm the last one of the crew and that is some time off, so we won't be speaking of it here for a while. If ever.

Three hundred thirty-eight to go.  *Tippy Toe Repo, that one had us laughing all weekend.  Creates a visual, does it not?

Remember my Amarylli? I named them. I don't name things. I don't name cars or spinning wheels or anything past my children, but I named my amarylli. This I Moloka'i on her first day:

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And this is Moloka'i on day nineteen:

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And now, Lana'i on day one:

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And on day nineteen:

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Not much happening there, huh? That is what I get for naming them. Maybe they didn't like their names, or maybe I grew too attached to stupid little plants that I so hoped would bring color to a grey and white winter. But Moloka'i and Lana'i are not to be. I'm very sad. But not defeated. I am trying again, I introduce to you:

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No Name Amaryllis

Truth be told, not much is happening with this one either! It has only been a week, but I usually get something in a week. I mean, I am no big gardener type, but it's an AMARYLLIS!!!! I have always had great luck with them, and that last one, I spent a pretty penny on it. If it doesn't grow, I'm gettin' my money back. Everybody, send your best good growing vibes to No Name! Let's get her to grow!

Three hundred thiry-nine to go. I guess that No Name is a name of sorts, isn't it?

Me, In a Few Years

Three hundred forty to go. I'm shopping for a leotard.

In My Mind I'm Gone To Carolina

Oh, wait. I mean On A Jet I'm Gone To North Carolina. For the weekend, down on Friday, home on Sunday. About fify hours. I have packed one pair of jeans, a pair of dress pants, three shirts, three pair of undies, two pairs of socks, a sweater, a shawl, some running clothes and pajamas. And shoes. For two days, fifty hours.

But, have I packed enough yarn to knit?

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Three hundred forty-one to go. I might be able to knit all of that by the end of the year.

How Did They Know!?

Your Blog Should Be Blue

Your blog is a peaceful, calming force in the blogosphere.
You tend to avoid conflict - you're more likely to share than rant.
From your social causes to cute pet photos, your life is a (mostly) open book.

Three hundred forty-two to go. Every one of them will be blue.

Knitting From the Stash, Maybe or
Knitting Under the Influence

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The plan: Loving the Cabled Tea Cozy in The Knitter's Book of Yarn, I look over the pattern and decide that I have yarn in my stash for this project. Manos isn't exactly like Malibrigo, but I figure that it can't be all that far off and I'm a tight knitter when knitting all of those cables, so into the Manos stash I go.

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The process: Start pairing up skeins. This one is too similar, that one is too boring, the other one is too blue (what?! Did I just say that?), is this all I have in this stash? I just couldn't come up with a combination that pleased me. (I don't know where this reputation for being fickle comes from.) The thing is, whether I was being influenced by the photo of the tea cozy, or by Not Plain Jane's blue and green cozy, or my recent attraction to all things blue and green I can't say. I just really wanted one side to be green. This called for yarn store visits and I found this green Manos at the second one. I head home and cast on with the green.

Cabledcozy07 I choose this blue to go with the green. Lovely, right? Blue and green, just what I wanted. So I'm not knitting the entire cozy from stash yarn, but buying a skein of yarn to go with stash yarn is still good. I cast on the green and knit and knit and think and knit and notice my new bag sitting next to me and the influence thing happens again. That blue, well. It is a little bright, maybe a darker blue would make me happier. No. Keep knitting. I move the bag, but by then the damage to my brain had been done. Off I go, two more yarn shops before I find two darker shades of blue. While the other one matched the bag a little better, I preferred this one, so another yarn purchase and...... wait! Am I still knitting from the stash?

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See that darker blue? That works, doesn't it.

Three hundred forty-three to go. And already I'm knitting under the influence.

Answers. Or Questions.

Recently I was watching Jeopardy and an interesting category of "answers" was included, but unfortunately, I cannot remember it.  Great first line for a blog post, no?  I can really come up with them.  The "questions" to the answers were all words that are new to the vernacular, but were actually alternate words for things or ideas that already had words, meaning the thing or idea is one that already existed, but new inventions had created the need for additional words to distinguish them.  One we use often is "snail mail".  That used to be just mail, but with the advent of "email" another phrase was created to describe the old way of sending words for someone else to read (inferring that it is somehow slow, which compared to email it is, but really.  Two days across the country?  Not really slow).  Another example is "land line."  This phenomona has its own handle, which was the title of the Jeopardy category, but I cannot for the life of me remember what it is.  Anybody?  Some one of you must have watched Jeopardy that night, cough it up!  And I'd love to hear more examples.  A whole category and all I can come up with are snail mail and land line.

Since I am asking questions, I have another one for you.  What music do you listen to when you want to cry, or what songs just make you cry?  Meagan and I were talking about this the other day, she of the melancholy when she needs to be.  She'll listen to soundtracks of sad movies or music that conjures up bittersweet memories.  I cry anytime I hear Bridge Over Troubled Waters.  That whole verse that begins "Sail on silver girl, sail on by......" just gets me seeing my girls flying off to exciting and bright futures, and me floating along behind, giving them space, but still there if they need me.  I don't just get a little sad, I bawl!  You?

Three hundred forty-four to go.  This is added a day late, probably because I haven't done it for twenty-one days yet, oh wait.  I have, haven't I?

It has been downright frigid in my neck of the woods the last couple of days.  Perfect weather for tea, knitting, football and soup (not necessarily in that order).  I had a little cooking itch over the weekend (stop laughing!) and made, among other things, this soup.

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Black Bean, Sausage and Sweet Potato Soup

It was so yummy and easy that I decided to share.  I found this recipe in an old magazine and I was on the verge of typing in the entire thing for you, but a typist I am not. A searcher, well that is another story and after a few minutes of looking I found it right here. The way I see it, I could type the recipe in, but I am not in love with the typing and when someone else has done the work for you, well it is downright time and effort wasting to duplicate their work, isn't it. While not very spicy, like most black bean soups, it is still very flavor-filled and perfect for a cold day. I made a substitution for the sausage called for, I got hot italian turkey sausage and cooked it prior to adding it to the soup. Other than that I stuck to the recipe. Pete gets nervous when I cook something new. I could tell all afternoon that he was afraid he was going to have to fake it (because I am in no mood right now for hearing "I don't like it"), but he really did like it. How do I know? He had seconds, that says it all, right? Next time, I might make it without the sausage and add some other vegetables or vegetarian sausage for the vegetarians in my life. Look at me! Getting all creative and changing recipes. I might be a cook after all!

Three hundred forty-five to go. Seeing that cooking might help fill up the posting days of this year.

Sunday Knitting

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Tea pot, tea cozy
To keep the tea nice and hot
Stop by, have a cup

Three hundred forty-six to go. Merrily we roll along.

It's Just Another YouTube Saturday....

I went to a FREE concert last night. Truly, and really free. And no, it wasn't one of my kids playing or singing, it was Grammy Award winning Mark O'Connor with his Appalachian Waltz Trio. You know, we sit at home most of the time, scrolling through zillions of channels showing absolutely nothing while stuff like this is going on right in our back yard. I was thrilled to take advantage of it. O'Connor has a way of melding musical styles in his compositions so you sometimes are unsure. Is it classical? Chamber music? Bluegrass? Whatever you choose to call it, there was great fiddling in Andover last night and I'm glad I didn't miss it. The following video is Mark playing solo, but it gives you an idea of what we heard.

While I was searching around old youtube, I found Mr. O'Connor playing with James Taylor on this video of Old Blue. How could I not share that with you:

Then I found this video of the last encore, just like at the concert I saw last summer, James singing You Can Close Your Eyes. I can't wait to sing this to my grand-babies (not too soon though).

Then, for the best fun ever, there is this one. The guitar part only of that song so you can sing along like a stah! Belt it out!

Sitting here in thought
I need to write a haiku
Can't think of a thing

Three hundred forty-seven to go. Some of you might be approaching the email deleted number, but nobody has gone over!

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People! Now I'm really embarrassed. Your guesses on the emails I deleted are, well. Not quite hitting the mark. I've had this laptop for three years, have belonged to a few of those Yahoogroup lists, some of which were quite prolific, I get newsletters, spam, personal emails, all kinds of stuff that comes electronically. I have deleted occasionally over the years, but obviously not enough.

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Let's start from scratch. Should I give a hint? I don't know...... The hint I'm thinking of might put you way over the mark, but I think I'll go with it.

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After your previous stabs at this, I feel like I'm revealing a deep, dark secret, pulling a skeleton out of the closet. But, I'll let you know that, even though I don't remember the exact number, the unread emails totalled over (I'm having trouble typing the number here), ten thousand.  Could you see that?  Okay, I'll say it louder:  Ten thousand!  I think I'll just leave it at that.

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Miles of Noro stripes
I keep knitting scarves, but I
Should be deleting

Three hundred forty-eight to go. Imagine, it could all be snail mail!

I am Not a Computer Guru
I Just Play One in this Post.

And I thought I was such a speedy typist that my computer just couldn't keep up. Hah! Just kidding around with you. My computer had slowed down so much that I was thinking I was going to have to take it and have it overhauled, revamped, and it would cost me. Or I would just buy a new one. It was taking many minutes to warm up when I turned it on and pages were loading so slowly I was able to get up and make a pot of tea while waiting. Okay, not every time, but sometimes? Yes. My complaints to Pete didn't get me very far, he'd just look up ask me how full my memory was and tell me I had too much stuff on my compter. Personally, my memory is losing data every day, and I didn't even know how to check my computer's. Pete showed me how to do that and this is what I saw:

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Wow. My poor computer was approaching total overload. I had no idea how to fix it. My idea? Get a computer with a bigger hard drive. Heh. Pete's suggestion? "Get rid of some stuff." But what? And where do I put it? It was one of those decluttering jobs that seemed so overwhelming, especially because I had no idea where to begin. I have a lot of photos and music on my computer, so I started there. I dumped a lot of photos. If you are anything like me, you take tens of photos for every one or two that you actually use, yet all of those really big files were sitting around on my computer. I probably could have kept more than I did, but I got in the decluttering mode. No sentimentality, no mercy. Then I decided that I should save the other photos, along with the music and some other files somewhere else so I could delete them from my computer. There are a number of ways to do this, but I thought the best way for me was to get an external hard drive to back up and store some of my stuff. It was pretty easy, plugged it in, installed a little hardware and moved files. Then I went through and deleted most of them from my hard drive.

I deleted temporary internet files. I deleted emails. When it comes to emails I am a hoarder. Truly. I know I will never read them again, or find that one little bit of information that I read months ago, but I feel like I have to save them. I showed no favoritism here. I deleted everything. Actually, I deleted too much. (Lynn-I need your snail mail again so I can send you your prize from November-it's finally ready!)

While all of that did free up some disc space, I thought there must be more. I was recently in our local computer repair shop overhearing the owner explaining to a man that a disc cleaning and defragmentation was something that should be done fairly often on your computer and that it was something that you or I could do ourselves. (Actually, he also said that the compter should emptied of everything and all programs should be reloaded once a year, bringing it back to new.  Ummmmm.....that is too much for me.) I asked him about it and he told me where to look, so that was my next declutter move. In reality, the computer does everything, I just needed to push the right buttons. In my computer, a PC running on Windows XP I opened "My Computer", right clicked on "Local Disk (C)" which brought me to the screen you see above. Then I clicked on "Disk Cleanup." Make sure you have time that you don't need to use your computer as this took about two hours, but it cleaned up and compressed files which created even more space! And I did it!

The really nice computer man also told me that when you create files and remove them on your computer you sort of make a mess. Picture this: Your laundry is finished, clothes are hanging and put away in drawers, like with like. You go in to find an outfit to wear and you go straight to the underwear drawer and find the blue undies and bra next to each other, the sock drawer yields blue socks folded together and similarly, the shirts and pants and sweater are where they belong, easily found and put together. When your computer is nicely fragmented it can go look for the components it needs to load a page or program and quickly find and show them because they are near each other and quick to go.

Now picture this: The laundry may be clean, but some of it is in the dryer, some on the counter in the laundry room, the rest is unfolded and all over the bedroom floor. You look in that pile and find the bra and one sock, then down in the dryer you run to find the undies, the shirt-is it on the counter? In a drawer? Or the closet? That sock? Under the bed. It takes you so much longer to hunt for all of the components for that outfit and put it together. Much the same on a defragmented hard drive. When we move, create and delete files from our computer it leaves spaces and stores things wherever it can, not necessarily with "like" things. So, amazingly enough, your computer can fix this if you just hit the right button. Following the same path as above, when you get to the screen with the pie chart click on the "Tools" button on top. Then click on "Defragment now". A screen appears showing the arrangment of files and showing how much is defragmented and what can be compressed or moved. This takes a while. About three hours for mine which had never been done in three years. Set it at night, done in the morning. This is what that looked like (click to make big):

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See how all of the red files get changed to blue and the blues move closer together leaving more white spaces open for free memory (no blue and red comments! This is not a political discussion after all)?  All grouped and organized.  So calming and pretty.  But, after all of that, what was I left with?  Well, I'll show you:

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See all of that space?! I know, it isn't really that impressive, but computer is working so much faster. So fast that when I type, it actually gets ahead of me. Next thing, it'll be just composing things for me. It is awesome. Now, if I can just do this monthly it will take less time and keep my computer clean as a whistle. I'm loving it and I'm open to suggestions to clean up even more.

And because I am feeling generous, another little contest for you: Take a guess at how many emails I deleted. Go ahead, I'm giving no hints, but let us just say, the delete key and my finger have not been total strangers, but not the best of friends up to now. I deleted a lot. Good luck! There will be a nice little prize for the person that guesses closest by Sunday night at midnight.

Hard drive is too full?
Delete, Compress and Defrag
You can fix yours too!

Three hundred forty-nine to go. Disclaimer: I am no computer guru. Everything I know is in this post. If you don't find it here, go somewhere else with your questions. :)

Haiku to the Rescue! or
Thanks to Sandy There is a Post

To post to my blog
Today I have not a thing
Sandy saves the day

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Work

Sixteen posts published
Three hundred fifty to go
I must have been mad

Finally! A Finished Scarf!

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Worn by one of my favorite victims models
  • Pattern: Noro Striped Scarf ala Jared Flood, BrooklynTweed
  • Yarn:  Noro Silk Garden in colors 47 and 267
  • Needles:  size 7
  • Cast On:  Late November 2007
  • Bound Off:  January 10, 2008 

I love this scarf. The two colorways of Silk Garden are really similar and in some places the striping is so subtle as to be almost impossible to notice, but only almost. While I thought that might bother me, it really didn't, I love that little quirk.  You might be asking, "who did you knit it for, Ter?"  Well, I originally began knitting this colorway as a more masculine one, but without a recipient in mind.  Now it still does not have someone to wear it and love it, but I'm working on that.  To be honest, it sits on the arm of the couch I sit in to knit and internet and I love gazing over at it, refolding it to see the different stripe patterns......  I'll keep you posted.

When I first purchased the yarn for this scarf I was unsure if I would like it, so I only got one skein of each of the colors.  Finding I loved it, I called to make sure there was more (something I really should have done before I fell in love with it) and they had more of one and a different dye lot of the other.  I figured it couldn't make that much of a difference, so I went up and got it.  But see that really pretty rusty-brown in following photo?  None of it in the other dye lot.  Ebay to the rescue, I could order some in the same dye lot, with the rusty-brown.  All was good.  It's so pretty.....

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Three hundred fifty-one to go. Don't you just love that flickr makes it possible for me to bore you with as many photos as I want to?

It's My Blog Birthday or,
Notice A Few Changes Around Here? or
Maybe There Will Be A Comment (Ho) Contest or
Where the Heck Is That Scarf!?

Four (!) years ago, on some day this week, I started this blog. I'm unsure of the exact day because lack of experience on my part sent my first post off into the inter-ether. Too bad, it was the best post I ever wrote. Really, it was. It has been all downhill from there. Thanks to my error, the date of the first post at Knitting the Blues is January 16, 2004. 2004! And you want to hear something really funny? If I actually post every day this year (I will do it, I will do it) that will more than double the number of posts up until January 1st of this year.  Well, I think that is practically a laugh riot.

So, the anniversary of my first post coupled with the daily blogging habit required some redecorating around here, don't you agree?  I was going to wait until later in the week to write this post and publish the changes to my blog, but Typepad went ahead and made the changes as I was making and saving them even though I did.not.republish!  I cannot even tell you how many hours this took for me to manage.  I had some help from Cheryl, thank goodness.  I gave her an idea of what I wanted and she told me a few things about Photoshop Elements that, if I had RTFM*, I might have figured out for myself.  The computer programs?  I'm not so good with them.  It isn't too shabby, right?  I wanted to keep it simple and while I keep telling myself that it is good enough for now, until I take better photos or make a revolving banner, it is unlikely I will put myself through this again anytime soon.  But you never know what can happen on a slow day. 

Another thing a celebration like this one requires is a little giveaway.  What shall it be, hmmmm....  What hoop shall I ask you to jump through this time?  How 'bout this:  Leave a comment in this post by midnight on January 18th telling me how much you love my re-do (and it better be love people, love!) and I'll have a drawing.  Simple, right? 

And now, because I've been promising and this post needs a photo, I give you a scarf.  Details to follow, maybe tomorrow. 

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Hey, like the little border treatment on the photo?
I might have some use for Photoshop Elements yet!

*Pete is always telling me RTFM when I am trying to figure things out about my computer, camera, anything. RTFM: Read the Freaking Manual. Or whatever expletive you wish to substitute.

Three hundred fifty-two to go. Maybe I should read that manual....

Matcha

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Having so many teas at my fingertips when at home, you may wonder why I would, on a cold day, leave my house for tea somewhere else. Well, despite my tea stash, there are many teas I have never tried and it is just plain fun to try a new tea in a teahouse with a friend or two. So I met Cheryl in Newburyport and we were suprised to find Alison right in front of us ordering tea to go. She shared a bit of a surprise with us (her surprise to share, but it is a good one) and then agreed to have her tea made to stay and join us. It was a wonderful afternoon talking knitting, politics, movies, television and tea.

Ordering my tea I had decided to try a different to me variety of Japanese green tea and asked for a recommendation. The tea breweress (shouldn't they have a name, like baristas do? Maybe they do-anyone know?) recommended a tea that I had heard of but never tried, Matcha. I was a little hesitant as I sort of had in mind a nice leafy brew, but decided this was the best way to try it as you need special accessories and I don't own them.  Matcha is different from your usual brews as the tea leaves are ground into a bright green powder and dissolved in hot water, so you are essentially drinking the leaves.  Using the bamboo scoop, the perfect amount of Matcha is measured into a special bowl, then a bamboo whisk is used to dissolve the tea and create a thin to thick liquid with a froth on the top.  This results in a tea with more of a texture than brewing leaves does.  The taste has been described as sweet and bitter in the places I have read, but I think Alison, Cheryl and I nailed it best.  "Grassy, earthy, seaweedy, fresh cut lawn," were among our observations.  I would love to experiment with different strengths of the tea, I really did love it.  So much so that when I went to make tea earlier I was a little dissatisfied with my own choices.  Of course, with the paraphenalia involved, Matcha is not an inexpensive treat.  The tea itself is on the pricier side and then you need the utensils and bowl to make it.  More tea stuff.  Pete will love that.

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You are probably picturing us, sipping tea, eating sweets and knitting our little fingers off. Not a single stitch. What is with that!?

Three hundred fifty-three to go. Tomorrow, scarf. Really.

Amaryllis, Moloka'i and Lana'i

Did I say I'd show you a finished scarf today? I lied. Well, not a lie really. At the time I meant it.  So today I'll promise that maybe tomorrow I'll show you a finished scarf. The following videos were meant to be part of yesterday's post, to tide you all over as I am sure you are overwhelmed with anticipation for Moloka'i and Lana'i to bloom. Since that is a few weeks away I found this. CAUTION: It warns of explicit lyrics, but I didn't listen to them to find out. You are warned.

For anyone that doesn't know, I named my amarylli after two islands that are located off of the west side of Mau'i. While digging around on youtube I found some video of the namesakes.

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Did you see those gorgeous waterfalls? Makes it worth a hike into the hills.

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If you watch that last video from Lana'i you will see Nai'a, Hawai'ian spinner dolphins that come into Hulopoe Bay (best beach in the US) each day to play. Meagan and Pete were lucky enough to be snorkeling with them while we were there and Pete confirms that it was just like the video (but this one is even better, you can hear just what Pete and Meg heard-it isn't embedable, unfortunately). I was knitting and taking photos of flowers and scenery.  By the time I figured out what was going on the dolphins were heading back out to sea for the day. I guess I just have to go back for my turn to swim with the Lana'i dolphins.

Three hundred fifty-four to go.  Can you believe that I have to check that number every day?

Eye Candy Friday, the Amaryllis Edition

They aren't much for eye candy just yet, but they are signs of green life in the middle of winter. I'm keeping track of their growth photographically (I don't promise great photos, only photos) and you can too at the flickr site devoted to them. While I am not in the habit of naming things (cars, spinning wheels, pets) I have named my two Amarylli.

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Lana'i, Day One

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Moloka'i, Day One
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Lana'i, Day Four

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Yo! Sandy! Hope you'll be showing us your Amarylli! I want more better ones. You order yours from a fancy schmancy Amaryllis place, mine are from Market Basket. Don't you love the "decorative containers?" I'll have to knit something for them. Or not. We'll see.

Speaking of knitting (because that is what we do, right?), I'm in a weird knitting rut. I have a lot of yarn I want to knit, but cannot decide what to knit with it. I have found a few old UFOs that I could finish and I actually did start to swatch some yarn today, but mostly I'm knitting scarves. I'll show you one tomorrow.

Three hundred fifty-five to go.  Will I outlast Lana'i and Moloka'i?

I Am Not a Good Line Wait-er In-er

I had a birthday last month and consequently my license expired. I totally.forgot. I did remember, the night before we were leaving for Maui, too late to have it renewed. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I was driving home from the gym when I thought of it and was a bit petrified to tell Pete. So worried was I until it occurred to me to travel with my passport! Whew! That expires in March. Must.Renew.Now. I mean, you never know when someone is going to ask you to jet off to Paris or London or Sydney. Happens all the time, right?

The senior moments regarding my license lasted until this past Monday when I 1. Remembered and 2. Remembered during the day when I could actually go do something about it and 3. Remembered during the day when I could actually go do something about it and had the time. I am situated between two DMV offices, one is about 15-20 minutes away and has notoriously long lines, the other is about 30-35 minutes away and usually has shorter lines. Because I had an appointment I decided to take my chances with the closer office, but luck was not on my side. The short story: Drive, drive, accident, detour, arrive. Here is where the line part starts. I'm standing behind about ten or twelve people marvelling at how well the five people at the front of the line seemed to know each other. They also were pretty friendly with the woman behind the counter who didn't seem to be doing any work. There is some conversation about pulling up chairs to wait, four hours, blah, blah and then they really do pull up chairs and have a seat. I tap the man in front of me and ask, "How long do they think they will be waiting?" and he said, "They must be kidding, but they said something about being here for hours." That fact was confirmed by another person in line, the computers were down.  (Am I the only one with a life?  Who waits four hours?  You will see, they wasted the whole day!) Man oh, man. I left (so did the man in front of me, without a second thought). Drive, drive, same accident, different detour, just make it to my appointment. I try to call later to see if things are different and surprise! don't get an answer so I drive to the other office only to find that the computers were still down. Ugh.

So, on Tuesday I again call, hear that the computers are up and head out to the office a little farther away hoping for shorter lines. I arrive and there are about five people in front of me, not too bad. The door opens and a kid sticks his head in and says, "Oh, the computers are still down?" WHAT?! Between the time I called and my arrival they had gone down again. I decide to wait. They come up and go down a few times while I wait in line, listening to the life story of the woman behind me. She was one of those loud but friendly people that directed people to appropriate lines and told us how her birthday was Monday and she came twice to renew, couldn't, lives down the street, lines were out the door earlier, voted already, moving to Florida in nine months but still has to spend the $50 dollars for a five year license........... All I could think about was Norma's People Hating Club. After an hour I had cast on and knit about five inches of a scarf and did get my new license out of it. One line down.

Running late on my day I decide to run a few errands before I vote in case the stores close before I get through that line. My wait at the polls was only about 20 minutes and might not have been so bad except the woman behind me in that line was one of those people that keeps entering way too far into your personal space, bumping into you, stepping on your heels and, this really bugged me, breathing onto the back of your neck. Oh, if only it had been cold enough for a turtleneck!  Everytime I moved, she moved in closer, she was an annoying sock that keeps static clinging itself to your trousers.  Even when I would stand to the side of the line, move up when the line wasn't moving, she would keep trying to, I don't know, cling?  Did she not see the knitting needles poised to stab?  Needles that I bring along to keep me from committing a felony almost became the weapon of such.  I also know that her daughter was home, her other child (with a name like Avatar or something) needed to be picked up, and her husband would be late for his meeting because she wasn't there to feed him. The daughter had to make him a sandwich.  Call dad and ask him what he wants you to make for him. I hear things like this and really appreciate that Pete is quite self-sufficient and would have been able to whip something up for himself had I not been home. Hell, he has to do that when I am home. Lucky woman am I. Her phone had an annoying ring as well. And it kept ringing and ringing.

Norma, where do I sign up? I'm assuming there will be no meetings, as that is the place where people bug me the most. Except maybe the highway. Or the back roads, the mall, the airport, on a plane, grocery store, walking a city street. Oh, and waiting in line.

Well, here is the bonus if you made it through this boring post. Gillian had friends here from Australia and we took them out (the girls chose the spot) for an experience you can only get in the upscale and classier spots in the USA:

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I could say a lot of things, but I think your comments will be much better.

Three hundred fifty-six to go. I'm aTexas Road-blogging ho!

Sitting By The Phone

Quiet

My home, my phone. Both so quiet today. I guess they have left me. My friends, the ones that have been calling me every day, so anxious to talk to me. Wooing me, teasing me. Inviting me to join them at the polls. For coffee? Tea? Inviting me to help them make a change. They were all calling, all of my new friends, Mike, Ron, Hillary, Mitt, Barack, John and John. They would have their friends call to ask if they had done it, earned my ultimate affection. I was so flattered to have such popularity! And now, all of a sudden, silence. Did I do something wrong? I went to meet them at the polls, but they weren't there. Yes, they sent other friends to holler to me, wave their signs in my face, but they stood me up. And now my phone is quiet and I am left alone. Blessedly, blissfully, happily. Alone.

Until September.

Three hundred fifty-seven to go.  Brrrring, brrring.

A is for Active

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Well, if nothing else this will fill twenty-six days of posting and that is something, right? I joined the last ABC-along, but I didn't follow through and to be honest, there might be a repeat of some of the letters. Well, one at least. The idea? Post a photo (or two or three) that corresponds with a letter of the alphabet within two week time periods over the year to your blog and/or the flickr site for the "along". I went to look for my last "A" post and found two things. One, I must have signed up after the "A" weeks, as I don't have one and two, it has been two years since I swatched for Am Kamin (NO! It really cannot have been that long!). I still really want that sweater and have the yarn in the stash. But I digress. Today is for "A".

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The photos are supposed to reflect the personality of the person posting them so I was torn at finding something that actually begins with "A" or choosing something about me and my family and life, then posting photos that portray the spirit of that word.

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Hiking

It actually feels a bit odd that I am choosing "A"ctive as my "A" word.  I mean, I don't always consider myself an active person and in reality feel that I am fighting my true nature of total slug to remain active.  Growing up, my parents weren't the type to take the kids out and "do" things.  Any active things I did happened either on my own or with the girls scouts and friends.  An active lifestyle was not something I was taught.

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Sailing and snorkeling

After this last week though, when I have been a total slug and feel like a blob, not sleeping well and feeling fidgety in my skin, I guess the inner me really is an active person.  As a couple, Pete and I love to be out doing things whether it is walking, hiking, beaching it, motorcycling, excercising, we most often choose doing things over hanging around the house.  I often tease Pete that he cannot just sit still and relax, but in reality, when I try it I go a little crazy.

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On the bike

The only downside is that I am sometimes injured, so this next photo shows a family in a surfing lesson that an ankle and back strain kept me out of. Next time.

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Surfing lessons

We just keep moving, so "A" is for Active.

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Snowshoeing

Three hundred fifty-eight to go. Actively posting every day.

I Promise, This is the Last of the Odessas

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January 4, 2008 was a total knitting day. I sat, knit, drank tea and watched the available episodes of Pushing Daisies on my laptop. I love that show. I love Jim Dale, the narrator, I love the cast, they are all so quirky and perfect for their characters, I love that the writers give the cast a chance to use all of their talents, I really love the wardrobe, kind of retro and in great colors, and I really love the clever dialogue and sophisticated humor. Every character, even the supporting roles, are complex and important to the story line. It is a great show and I really hope that my loving it isn't the kiss of death. I mean, look what happened to Rowan Magpie.

I'm closing the chapter on Odessa Hats. I think that six is enough (no Eight is Enough comments!). It is easy to turn your back on this hat, just look at how cute that swirl on the crown is!

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Odessa Girls Swirl

Three hundred fifty-nine to go. That really does seem like a huge number right now.

What? More Odessas?

Details about Odessas today and another day, maybe tomorrow. Probably. And thanks to everybody who commented on the photos from the last Odessa post. They were fun to take, and a little secret? The darkest green hat was still on the needles. I ran out of yarn and was just heading off to buy another ball (so I could use all of two yards) and finish it up. The Odessas are done.

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  • Pattern: Odessa Hat by Grumperina found at Magknits
  • Pattern:  Eeryne Fingerless Mitts by me found here
  • Yarn:  Debbie Bliss cashmerino dk in color #11
  • Needles:  sizes 4 and 6
  • Hat Cast on:  December 28, 2007
  • Hat Bound Off:  December 29, 2007
  • Mitts Cast On:  January 1, 2008
  • Mitts Bound Off:  January 2, 2008 
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  • Pattern: Odessa Hat by Grumperina found at Magknits
  • Pattern:  Eeryne Mitts by me found here
  • Yarn:  Rowan Wool-Cotton in color #952
  • Needles: sizes 4 and 6
  • Hat Cast On:  December 26, 2007
  • Hat Bound Off:  December 27, 2007
  • Mitts Cast On:  January 2, 2008
  • Mitts Bound Off:  January 4, 2008

Erin went with me to the yarn store to help choose colors for these last three hat and mitt sets. They were all gifted to my nieces, who loved them (I'm so relieved). I pointed Erin in the direction of appropriate yarns and then swiped my card, not really paying much attention to what she chose. For that lavendar set, I pulled the ball band off, cast on and started knitting, the whole time wondering why the cashmerino dk felt so cottony, it drove me kind of batty. Then I pull the ball band out to put the color info in this post and what do I see? It was cottony! Like 50% cottony. Just when I think I am losing my mind......

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The Odessa Girls

Three hundred sixty to go.  How long can I drag out the Odessas?  Hee.

Odessa x Six

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Three hundred sixty-one to go.

Recipe Box Cupboard

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My Vintage Recipe Organization System. Heh.

Yes, we all know to cover our heads when we attempt to open that door, it should come with its own warning. It's no secret that, while I love to eat I have become not so much a fan of the cooking. I've explained why before, so I won't go into that, but I do always hope to cook and so have a collection of cookbooks and even more, a collection of magazines. I love Cook's Illustrated and Gourmet and Cooking Light. I purchase them, read them, pour over them, leave drool stains, you know. And occasionally I, or one of the girls (most likely? Gillian) will actually cook from one. That cabinet is deep, so when I tell you that there are even more cookbooks than you can see, believe it. I have my Fanny Farmer and Joy of Cooking back in there and plenty of slow-cooker books, Weight Watchers, vegetarian cookbooks, dozens of them. (I have a post for the next day or week about a 21 day pledge for January. It involves creating meals, and as you can see I should have no problem with inspiration.)

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For the love of cookies.

I enter every holiday season with the hope of organization, time and carols playing while I spend hours baking all kinds of wonderful cookies, breads, bars, biscotti, and every year I make a few of the same old cookies. That does not stop me from buying every Christmas baking magazine published, and even though I know that the recipes are the same old recipes it is disheartening when you find that the 2002 and 2006 issues are exactly the same. I mean! They might have changed the cover photo for pity's sake!

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My "sort of" recipe box

This is the best I have. No cute, vintage box handed down from a grandmother (mine didn't like cooking either, that trait must have skipped a generation with my mom), or found at a yard sale or thrift shop. Just a fundraiser purchase that I have scribbled a few favorites into. It does contain my mom's Pound Cake recipe, which she had scribbled on a scrap of something that got so worn at one point that she had me transcribe it into the back of one of the American cookbooks in her Time Life collection. When I tell you that this cake is so yummy and best without frosting, toasted and buttered for breakfast the next day, you will understand why I don't make it that often. Cake for breakfast. I'd have it every day.

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I think you can read that, right?

My other favorite is a meatloaf that my dad used to make. He found the recipe years ago in the Boston Globe magazine and as much as I love my mom's meatloaf, this one is even better.

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Meatloaf with Bacon

2 lbs ground beef (I have used turkey or half and half successfully)
3 C bread cubes (I usually buy the Pepperidge Farm stuffing cubes
1/2 c light cream
2 eggs lightly beaten
1 medium onion finely chopped
1 1/2 T Worcesteshire Sauce
1/2 c canned whole tomatoes (I usually use crushed)
1 T grated Parmesan cheese (or my preference, Romano)
1 t Dijon mustard
salt and pepper to taste
1/8 t dried marjoram (I use more)
1/8 t dried mint (ditto)
3 strips bacon (or as many as you can fit on)

Put ground beef into a large bowl and kneed to break apart. Set aside. In another bowl, combine the bread cubes, cream and eggs, leave to set a few minutes, turning several times so the bread absorbs the liquid. Gradually knead the breadcubes and their liquid into the ground meat then add the remaining ingredients except bacon. When the mixture is combined thoroughly, pat it into a neat loaf shape and transfer to a 9 x 13 dish. Stretch the bacon gently on a board so they won't shrink. Place on loaf and bake for 1 hour at 350 degrees, or until cooked through.

It should be fun to see the recipes that are shared through Kay's contest. I may actually cook some of them.

Three hundred sixty-two to go.