Friday, April 11, 2014

I Feel Spring!

I love Easter. When I went out to take Sandy (our Cocker Spaniel) to the groomer for a bath and a trim, Spring came to to me. I can't run. I have MS. I know I can't run, no matter how I'd like to. But as I drove Sandy to the other end of town, down near the sound, I felt the urge to run. I thought maybe it was the caffeine, since I drink two mugs of coffee every morning. We started years ago to mix caffeinated coffee with decaf so it would tone the caffeine down a bit. But when I went to pick her up in the afernoon, I still felt the urge to RUN. Now, I've missed my exercise swimming this week as we've had many arborists coming to our home for estimates for some tree work that needs doing. I'm  preparing the way for Holy Week by baking bread for a pre-Christian Seder supper of soup for and bread on Holy Thursday. I've been reading my bible a lot. I just made plans to go to a women's Christian retreat in May. I'm practicing choral music for Good Friday with my church choir. I'm GETTING READY for the week we Christians put aside to remember what Christ did for us when he gave His life for us and was resurrected on Easter Sunday. The preparation is infusing me with a supernatural energy. I'm knitting like a crazy woman. I ordered  butterflied leg of lamb today for our Easter feast. I'm getting ready. But somehow, I feel calm... Not at all the way I feel at Christmas.


Monday, April 7, 2014

Slightly Geeky with Bling








When I look back at photos taken of my mother 40 years ago, she was wearing dark-rimmed glasses. Forty years ago I didn't wear glasses at all. Mom was dressed up for a wedding and wearing glasses that were the shape of our t.v. screen. I thought they were awful. The made her look older than she was -  "dated" and frumpy. When I look back at photos of my late mother-in-law, she was wearing dark-rimmed glasses with the little points on the sides, little horn rims, and they even had a few rhinestones. I remember thinking, "What was she thinking when she picked them out?" You know what's coming, right? It was time for me to get new glasses. I had my new prescription from my optometrist. Since I'd broken or lost the two pairs I'd purchased most recently, I was still wearing glasses I picked out seven years ago. They were pretty trendy seven years ago. My husband and I walked into Lenscrafter and I began to look around. Black, black and more black. Or wire. I wanted the lightest pair possible. And they have to last me a few years. So, what am I wearing?. Black-rimmed glasses with little rhinestones on the arms. So who knew?

Friday, March 14, 2014

Blue Friday


The handle broke on this teapot many years ago so I retired it. I loved it so. I cried a little.
Many years later, when I was dating my husband he gave me roses and they miraculously kept their color when they dried.


Does anybody else take pictures of the contents of their cupboards or am I just weird?
Some of these things were my mother's, some were my grandmother's and some were gifts.


A dark corner of my counter top made brighter with a Polish pottery teapot


That's a real starfish and a real butterfly (not endangered). This is not the first home in which I've hung that star. I decorate my home like a curiosity cabinet.

I'm linking up with Anything Blue Friday

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Make-up Matters

I don't wear a lot of make-up.  I moisturize with an spf factor 30, I cover the under-eye circles the best I can. I powder with a mineral powder, highlight cheekbones (whatever they are), powder blush, eyebrow color, two colors of eye shadow, liner, mascara, lipstick. Mostly drugstore brands as I won't (at this point) pay a lot for skin care or make-up. My husband sees me first thing in the morning and still says, "Wow, I don't know how you do it" when he sees the "after". I tell him it's the make-up. He's still impressed. So, every morning I put on "my face" and wouldn't go out without make-up. Does that make me a phony? No. It means that I'm still in the game. That even at 61 I still care. I've started doing aquasize at the Y 3 times a week because I care. I don't like the pounds I've put on this winter since I broke my leg in October. I put on nice clothes to go out with my husband or to church because I care. I do facial exercises and get a good hair cut because I care. Caring about myself doesn't mean I care about others any less. I care.




Tuesday, March 4, 2014

A Cure to a Knitter's Winter Blues


My sweater. Two sleeves done and blocked. Half the back and half of one of the front sections - done. By sweater standards, not too bad. It's going to be an open front cardigan in Knitpicks City Tweed DK, a merino and Donegal blend. The color is "Brrrrocade". A dignified hue that even Lady Violet would approve of. (Yes, I know she's not a real person...) It will be nice and warm. Sedate, classic, wearable. Yawn. I'm craving color. Summer color. I thought my next project was going to be a shawl in this -


I have 750 yards of  6 ply Merino in the Vienna base by Tuckers Farm here in Connecticut. The color is "Isle of Skye" and it's been waiting for me to knit it for more than a year.  Kind of goes along with my "Outlander" theme. A pretty neutral for a beaded summer shawl with a pattern that reminds me of ocean waves. I see water, sky and seaweed. It will be useful and I'll get a lot of enjoyment from knitting with it.  But then again...


                            
 I found this on sale at Knitpicks. I'd had my eye on it but had resisted as long as I could. I bought about a thousand yards of it. Galileo is a merino and bamboo blend and it does shine just like this picture. The color is called "Firefly". It wants to be a summer shawl with small butterflies knitted into the lace and beads twinkling on the bottom border.
I'm trying to be a monogamous knitter - I really am. However, I spend my evening looking at seed catalogs, shivering under my heated blanket. I could really use a new wool sweater. But I really want that shawl. I want to knit with COLOR. I lined them up for a good look. They're actually sitting in my, my mother's and my grandmother's baby cups. It will have few very shiny beads. Sparkly! I can't stop looking at  Swarovski crystals. If I put down the brrrrrocade sweater-in-process, I probably won't pick it up again until Summer's over. A fling with Firefly will make me feel better for a while. But will I'll feel guilty later for cheating on the sweater, leaving it stuffed in a bag for the summer? Is it worth it?


Yes.













Tuesday, February 25, 2014

When I'm an Old Woman

I shall wear purple...

                                     
And knit purple...

                                           
And inhale 947 page romantic novels...

 This is the second book in the Outlander series by Diana Gabaldon.
If you've been living in a cave, Outlander is currently being made into a 16 hour mini-series for "Starz" channel (which I don't currently subscribe to!)

I knit my scarf using a pattern by Lisa Bruce called Favorite Scarf Ever.  The yarn is from Lorna's Laces in the Christmas at Downton colorway.

There's nothing like a romantic historic novel, fun knitting and a glass of wine to chase away the bleak winter blahs!

Monday, February 10, 2014

Love Sweet Love




Saturday evening my husband and I had the pleasure of attending the "Flagpole Radio Cafe" in Newtown. We were invited to join my brother and sister-in-law who live there. We're all getting cabin fever and we needed a night out. The cafe is performed by a group of talented local musicians and actors who produce a live, old-timey radio show on stage. They've created a versatile band who play everything from bluegrass to pop. The ensemble of actors performed short skits and even read a Shakespeare sonnet in honor of St. Valentine's Day. Guest singer/songwriter Sloane Wainwright sang several of her earthy, vocal pieces that reminded my husband of the late Phoebe Snow.  They ended the evening with the whole theater singing some of the late Pete Seeger's beloved folk songs in honor of his recent passing.

Of course, one can't spend much time in Newtown without remembering the tragedy of a year ago December. I'd had Newtown on my mind recently as I cut through the renamed Victoria Soto Way the day before and noticed the new street sign  had been installed. Victoria, had been a resident of my town and was one of the teachers who lost her life trying to protect her students. Two of the performers Saturday night were Francine and David Wheeler who lost their son Benjamin on that terrible day in December. Francine, standing strong and serene, gave the gift of a tender rendition of "Love, Sweet Love". I felt the theater wrap their emotional arms around her and her around them. Newtown is trying to heal. They're not just waiting for the pain to go away. Let's love each other a little more. That's what the world needs more of.