by Linda K's Creativity Works (noreply@blogger.com) at July 05, 2008 08:01 PM
This is a yellow squash plant I believe. We had to put it outside the garden area because it was threatening to take over!:
Sorry for the slightly wilted appearance - I took these pix before I watered. The corn & sunflowers are all around 4 to 5 feet tall:
Doug's very proud of how well everything has grown:
I agree. It's all his hard work putting in the raised beds and new soil that made the difference. The tomato plants are so large, though, I swear my Dad's ghost is out there tending them at night. His plants used to get huge too and they were his favorite vegetable.
Too bad I dislike sliced tomatoes. I see a lot of salsa in my future!
by lissylaine (noreply@blogger.com) at July 05, 2008 07:01 PM
Well, I picked out a cross-stitch kit, even if it’s not really my thing. It was the least awful one I could find, and not too large, though it seems that it has a bit of extra stitching too. I’m not really looking forward to the french knots, but I have a bit to go until then.
I don’t want to reveal the design just yet, but here’s my progress so far:

I worked on it for an hour or two (maybe more) last night, and about the same today so far, so I thought it would be good to check in. I’ve never really tracked this sort of thing before, so I thought I’d at least take photos as I go along. I won’t be counting hours or anything though.
I don't think anyone really reads blogs much anymore, everyone is over at Ravelry! Nonetheless, I'm maintaining my blog to talk to myself if nothing else. Today I have still more handspun to show you. I'm quite pleased with how this Aquarius colourway roving from The YoYo spun up, using the middle ratio of my Lendrum. It spun like a dream, this time there were no underspun areas, and no breakage at all while plying on my Louet. Here's the pics, from roving to singles to an actual skein of plied yarn:
In other news, I've joined Tour de Fleece, riding spinning for Team Van Isle. My goal....to successfully Navajo ply and knit with the resulting yarn.
Well I just finished photographing another handspun skein, but I think rather than re-edit this post and eliminate some of the pictures I've already uploaded, I'll save that for another day. Let's just say that it might be my favourite handspun yet, and the fiber had been in my stash for a year. Yay for stash busting. So stay tuned..... Oh, and I'm on Plurk as closetomyheart...please come Plurk with me!
by Linda K's Creativity Works (noreply@blogger.com) at July 05, 2008 06:13 PM



In some of the outhouses there were displays of how washing, ironing, stitching and mending were carried out. I remember my Grandma having a Singer sewing machine like the ones in the photo. She would let me work the handle on the side to help her sew, I think now it was more of a hinderance to her!

Oh and the Japanese Tea Garden that they have created. We weren't allowed in the garden but you could see well enough around and there was a viewing point above the garden that enabled you to look down on it.


For more photos of my holiday, please visit my Flickr photo gallery in the relevant set.
) so there's nothing to show you (though I surprised myself and stitched Haunted Tea Party a bit after working on a model, so maybe there will be something to show some day) and therefore... kitty pictures. ^^Cats are enjoying summer and camping on the balcony:
I am working on this: http://www.knitting-crochet.com/oneskehoobabswe.html
I don't understand the row that says "work k in horizontal strand between sts"
Can anyone help me with what I need to do?
Thanks :D
BALSAMIC BEET SALAD
2 lbs. fresh beets, with greens
1 red onion, slivered
4 oz. Gorgonzola cheese, cubed
2 oz. fresh basil, chiffonade(d)
1 cup Balsamic vinegar (use the real stuff, not "flavored")
salt & white pepper (or black) as needed
1 lb. baby lettuce
Don't wear white. Leave a little bit of the tops on the beets and boil them in in their skins until cooked -- about 20 minutes (as you would boil potatoes). Drain and rinse in cold water until cool enough to handle; rub skins and peel (as you would sweet potatoes). Slice or dice for salad -- bite size. Add onion, cheese, basil, vinegar, and season to taste. Serve with a bit of baby lettuce. Can be served immediately, or made ahead and chilled.
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It was thrilling to use basil from my own kitchen garden! Heh. If three basil plants and one Italian parsley counts as a "garden."
Le Tour de Fleece begins today, and I'm starting to get ready. The official beginning is later with some compatriots, but for now I have got to figure out what my challenge will be. The rules say that you should set yourself a challenge (no matter what that is), that you start when the Tour starts (today) and finish when the Tour ends (July 27th) and you should spin from stash. (No problem here.)
I'm loving reading other people's goals. Diane is a new spinner, going to make one skein of yarn, Rebecca is going to spin three bobbins full, Spunsilver is doing an Abby Batt and adding sequins (I have no idea how to do that.) Silke is going to spin 400g of camel, but has been training. (I think, my German is a joke) Teresa is going to work on getting 1200-1600 yds of 2 ply.
I've thought long and hard on it, been diving in the stash, kicking around various ideas, and I think I've come up with a good challenge for me.
1. Spin every day, even if it's only a little, on a spindle project that has been kicking around way, way too long.
2. Working more or less oldest to newest, stash bust to the tune of 1.5 kilograms. (That's 1500g, or 3lbs, 5oz)
I know that sounds like a crazy amount, but I actually just backed off of a 2000g commitment when I saw how big that pile was. It was insane, although I think maybe this pile might be a little bit too insane too...What's that look like?
It looks like a lot of fibre, that's what it looks like. (Please do not mention that the problem with busting the fibre stash being that it creates more yarn stash. It'll cross that bridge when I come to it.)
Allons-y!
by Stephanie (stephanie@yarnharlot.ca) at July 05, 2008 12:01 PM
On my flight from Toronto to Chicago this morning, a guy got on the plane, sat next to me and took out his ipod and started watching a cartoon on it. He watches it while people take their seats and get settled. No problem. Then the announcement to turn off all electronic things comes, and he totally ignores it. I assume he didn't hear, what with the headphones. The flight attendant comes by twice, but somehow misses that he's still watching his video, and we begin to back up from the jetway. Finally, just as I have formulated a plan to snatch it from his hands and smash it into a million bits to save us all if it starts to look like he is going to crash the plane (there has to be some reason we have to turn everything off) the flight attendant sees him, comes over and asks him to take off the headphones and turn it off.
He scowls at her, but turns it off.
The plane taxi's to the runway, and we take off. The instant that the wheels have cleared the ground, dude has it back on again. (I attribute the small amount of turbulence we encountered to this, even though that is unreasonable.) 7 or 8 minutes later, the announcement that electronic devices can be turned back on comes, and I reach down, get my laptop and begin watching SG1 (season 9, and yes, I've started with Atlantis, thank you for asking.) We journey like this until we reach Chicago (hallelujah, I made it) and the announcement comes to please turn off anything that has an on/off switch. I turn off the laptop and my noise dampening headphones. (I fly a lot - it's worth it) and dude does NOTHING. Keeps watching.
I stare. I try to make a big show of putting my things away. He doesn't. I toy with telling him that he has to turn it off. I figure, because this is all I can imagine, that he must not know the rule. That this is his first time on a plane or something, and that he just doesn't know and hasn't heard. Maybe, I figure, maybe he doesn't even speak English or French (which happen to be the two languages that he has had the thing explained to him in.) Exactly when I can't stand it for another second, because the plane is getting lower and lower, the flight attendant comes by to collect trash, and he sees her coming and turns it off.
(For the record, this is the exact moment that I decided that he totally knew the rule.)
She takes our cups and such, and goes to the back of the plane and takes a seat. DUDE TURNS IT BACK ON.
I flip out. Unfortunately, I am not capable of flipping out in a way that he would have noticed, but I flipped out nonetheless. I wait. He doesn't turn it off. We get lower and lower, and he still doesn't turn it off. I am losing it. I am freakin' out. (Again, this would not have been obvious to him, but I assure you that the psychic message I was sending him was pretty loud.) I wonder what happens if he doesn't turn it off. I check for emergency exits. I reacquaint myself with the pictures of the chute that will open after we crash and I open the hatch door. (I am very close to an emergency exit, and planning to take charge.) We get lower. I am alert to danger. I am a nervous flier at the best of times, and this is pushing all of my we-are-all-going-to-die buttons. I think about saying something. I try to say something. I try to say "Buddy, that has to be off for landing" but I can't. (I suspect that the reason I couldn't say anything was that I didn't know what sort of unholy wrath I might unleash on him if he said "So what?" or "What's it to you?" .... but we can examine my other problems another day.)
The plane gets lower and lower, he keeps watching (It was totally "Family Guy", which hardly seems worth dying for) and then we land, and dude watches his stupid show all the way to the gate, then puts it away when we pull into the gate. I was purple with fury.
Now, I know that this is a reasonably small offence I know that in the grand scheme of things, leaving your ipod on for landing and takeoff is hardly a human rights offence or a crime punishable by death... I even know that it's probably not even really dangerous, because if a phone or ipod could take out a plane, then they really really wouldn't let you take them on plane. They just wouldn't. No way. (Also, the fact that nothing bad happened was a bit of a tip off.) I also know, however, that the rule is that you have to turn them off, that there might be some weird thing that we don't understand that demands they be off, that the attendant told him to turn it off, that she caught him with it on and told him the rule, and that dude just didn't give a flying squirrels arse about it, and that drives me nuts. Completely mental.
I've always essentially been a really good girl. I'm not really a rule breaker. I ask permission. I largely (Unless it's really dumb or would hurt me or someone else) do pretty much as I'm asked. I know that that makes me the exact sort of person that this really, really makes crazy. There's nothing that makes a terminally well behaved human go non compos mentis faster than watching a terminally poor behaved human break all the rules and get away with it. I follow the rules because I ...well... I'm not entirely sure, but it has something to do with believing in order and queueing up and taking turns and playing nicely with others when you can and I do think co-operation is important and manners make things nicer and I like CIVILIZED BEHAVIOUR DAMMIT.
I know that it makes me crazier than it should. I know that the world is just full of people who could have let that go, or looked the other way, and that there are even people (my mother is one of them) who would have said "Stephanie, who cares if he's behaving badly as long as you're not. Let it go." There are even other people who would have said "Sir? Can I ask what's so special about you or your electronics that you don't have to turn them off?" or even "Yo? Dude. It's off time." I even toyed with the idea of asking him sincerely why he didn't turn it off, but apparently I'm not the sort of person who would.
I didn't have the nerve to say anything, I didn't have the nerve to tell him off and I wouldn't tattle on him, but apparently I also can't let it go. That leaves me with only one thing to do, and apparently, I am exactly the sort of person who would do it.
I kinneared him, and I'm putting his picture on my knitting blog, and I'm saying this. Dude's a weenie.
by Stephanie (stephanie@yarnharlot.ca) at July 05, 2008 12:01 PM





arn't these the cutest booties ever???
I'm trying to find the pattern, 2 of my cousins just had baby girls... and they need some booties like these thats for sure!!
ADORABLE
by crossstitch (crossstitch.guide@about.com) at July 05, 2008 08:24 AM



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by Kimberly (xstitchfla@livejournal.com) at July 05, 2008 01:28 AM


I never thought I’d be saying this, but I think I’d like to work on a new cross-stitch project. After the months it took to complete “Ganesh,” I felt pretty done with any sort of embroidery, but now I could use something like that to work on again. The only problem is finding a design I like.
I know I’ve complained about this before, how it’s so hard to find good cross-stitch projects. I tried looking for kits online, and stopped at a few local craft stores as well, but it’s all the same stuff. Fantasy scenes, teddy bears, nature, and religious themes, none of which is my thing. I’ve made my own patterns before, but it takes some work to do. I’d really like to just pick up a kit and get going with it.
I’d be surprised if I were the only one who doesn’t like the styles or designs out there today, but maybe I am. If someone were to come up with some fun, modern kits for cross-stitch, I would totally buy some. For now, I’ll just try and find the least ugly design I can and go with that.
it's Adelle, bitch! posted a photo:
Pattern: Spring Forward from Knitty
Yarn: STR in Hoofle Foofle
Needles: Size 1.5
I LOVED this pattern!! So much that I might make another pair
Next to the kitchen, the porches the say "home" to me more than anything else. I'm lucky enough to have two. Look! I found some company for the bright blue chair today -- two different styles of folding chairs that make me unreasonably giddy. The hardware store was closed today, or you can bet there'd be other colors in my hair besides blue right now.
Mack and his family are coming up for a couple of days -- and his sweater is COMPLETELY finished. I sewed up the seam last night and threw it in the wash this morning. It's wrapped in tissue inside a "Happy Birthday" bag and everything!
I made Balsamic Beet Salad and Magic Brownies (the "magic" is black beans... not green leaves), and we'll have a good ol' American cookout tonight -- burgers, brats, baked beans. I am looking forward to one of my favorite Fourth of July things tonight... The Boston Pops on TV. Happy Independence Day!
Finished. Totally finished.
Everything that I have to do with this book before it is a whole real book? Done. I wrote it, I submitted it, I survived the negotiation that is editing, then copy editing... and now it has spent several days on my desk being proof-read by yours truly one last time. I'll walk to the post office in a few minutes and mail it, and that will be it. The next time I see it, it will be a real finished book. Any typo I didn't find, any errors at all... once I mail it, that's it.
In a few days it will have made it's way to Kansas City, where my editor will look at the things I found, change the master manuscript and then send it to production with her fingers crossed that between the two of us, we've made the best possible book. I hope we have.
I love this book. It's another book of short stories and essays, sort of a sequel to my second book (Yarn Harlot, the secret life of knitter). The pieces in it are longer and more developed than in the other kind of book I write. Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of all of my work. All of it, but the other books are like cookies. Fun, good, awesome food, but they don't make up a well balanced diet by themselves. The books of essays are different. I can take as much time as I want to explain an idea, I don't have to dwell only in the realm of knitting for every moment, I can go further afield into human interest and experience - and I can allow a story or point to unfurl as quickly or slowly as it wants. It means that over the course of a whole book there will be funny things, happy things, silly things, sad things, thoughtful things....
The books of essays feel more like meals to me, and they are intensely satisfying to write. I feel like I get my way. I feel like they are not just a part of me, like my other books, but really reflective of who I am.
Writing something that you feel really reflects who you are has a downside, of course. .. and those of us who dabble in low self esteem from time to time know what it is. If you hang something out there that is really a part of you, something intimate, then if someone doesn't like it, that feels like a very intimate hurt. (This is one of the problems with writing a personal blog too, if it's personal, and there is criticism, then that criticism feels personal, because.... well. Frankly it is. Writing a blog has thickened my skin over the years and made me able to stand apart from criticism (or what passes for it, like "I'm never buying your book again because of how you vote" or "You're a complete obsessive-compulsive who cares nothing for others") far better than I would have been able to otherwise. There's nothing like a drive-by comment about your parenting, politics or choices and how it relates to your worth as a human being to make you realize that you've got to pull back a bit if you're going to retain any sense of true self.)
This is all a long way toward saying that putting this in an envelope and mailing it is the weirdest feeling.
I'm relieved to be done. I'm proud of what I've written. I'm scared to death of it being read. I'm horrified and honoured to have been given the chance. I'm worried about everything. I'm delighted it's happening.
I'm going to the post office. I'm mailing my book. A whole, finished, big book that I wrote. Wow.
(PS. Happy 4th to my American neighbours. Have a fabulous weekend.)
by Stephanie (stephanie@yarnharlot.ca) at July 04, 2008 07:59 PM
All I've done in the days since the big deal on the weekend is putter around the house, go to be early... and knit. I'd felt tired in the time leading up to it (actually, I think "exhausted" has been a theme word for about 2 months now) and this fantastic, wonderful event and celebration just about finished me off. If it had, I'd have died happy, that's for sure, but two days of lying here in this tangle of a house and doing only the things my family has needed from me has only begun to put the shine back on. One more good sleep is all it will take I think, to put me back among the land of the living, and that's a good thing, because tomorrow morning I fly to Chicago for the do-over event with Nana's Knitting. Click that if you need details.
I really think that all I would have been able to do if had been booked for Monday, was step up to the microphone wearing a pair of ratty yoga pants and a coffee stained tee shirt and stand there weeping incoherent tears with a sock in my hand. As it stands now, with a little rest in me, I'm really looking forward to it, though I am disturbingly obsessed with the weather. Since it was Chicago's weather that kept me from getting there last time, I'm glued to the weather link for Chicago, and for here. I've clicked them an unreasonable number of times. Unreasonable. While I'm angsting away on all of things I can't control, I've been fussing with a new sock.
I know, I'm fickle. When I was in Kingston, I got to see some very nice knitters, one of whom was Robyn, owner of the aptly named Robyn's nest. Robyn's got herself a slick little sock club, and although I'm not a member (which is starting to look like a big mistake on my part) she brought me one of the sock club kits.
It's very pretty, designed by Jennifer, and knit in a Canadian yarn that I didn't even know about, which is sort of surprising, since I really sort of pride myself on getting out a little more than that. I'm not sure if this qualifies as a spoiler, so I'm only posting a tiny corner of a picture.
Tempting?
by Stephanie (stephanie@yarnharlot.ca) at July 04, 2008 07:43 PM
I'm planning on some sewing over the long weekend, and realized that I never posted my shirt that I finished a long time ago. It's BBY-4112 Shirt Pattern from Built By Wendy. The short sleeves+bias trim are shamelessly stolen from Angry Chicken. I was able to get through the pattern without too much problem, but the fit was really disappointing. With a huge amount of help from Amy and Becket, I reset the collar (it was too big and set too high or something, which made it all droopy when tied), shortened it, and added shaping both in front and back. It looks kind of shapeless on the hanger, but it fits pretty well now. I think it was such an ordeal that I have never actually worn it. Weird. Looking at it again now, though, maybe I'll go back to liking it.

by maitreya (maitreya@craftlog.org) at July 04, 2008 07:01 PM
My first day off in forever and what do I do? Work. Yup. Wrote an article this morning, and am about to clean the house. Meanwhile, I’m thinking about things to knit. This sweater, or the stuff in my Ravelry queue… something, anything to get me past my current brain-stoppage on the jack in the pulpit sweater.
(Yup. That’s its working name, due to shape, but it’s awfully long…)
I remain angry at the shawl design-in-progress and am currently not speaking to her.
Tomorrow is my five-year anniversary with ye olde boyfriend. I bought him a membership to the Jack Kirby Museum, he got me copies of Red Dawn and Clash of the Titans on DVD. We are such geeks. WOLVERINES!
Proof that geekiness is pretty much lifelong: the photo at left. That is me, ca. 1982 or 1983 as Athena, post- developing an insane love of Clash of the Titans. My mother used all her art school training and more to make me that papier-maché helmet, I’ll have you know. The look on my face? I still do that all the time, it’s just my natural glare. I can’t help it!


the ugly teeny tiny tiles from the 70's???
and there they were.... gone!!!
lookie the kitchen was green at one point in time:
and primed: it's looking better already!
we also took the stippling off the ceiling... and was that gross... the ppl who we bought it from smoked so the ceiling was yellow.. and with all the grease splatering... yick

here's a pic of it you can see better... and we were decorating already too:

I decided that I couldn't live with a green countertop.... I phoned Alfred (who we ordered the countertop from) and asked if it's too late to change my mind about the color... he laughed and said it would be ok.

this one will be much better:

till next time....
We're happy campers around here:
I even have some colorful pictures to show you. More fresh radishes (more garden pics tomorrow - we're amazed at how big everything is):
To those in the US - have a safe 4th! We'll be here tomorrow, but will head up to Tres Piedres (just outside of Taos) to visit my Bio-Mom on Saturday. We'll be back Sunday afternoon.
See ya tomorrow for some garden pictures - I know you just can't wait. ::wink:::


by Singular Stitches (noreply@blogger.com) at July 04, 2008 03:43 PM
by Kimberly (xstitchfla@livejournal.com) at July 04, 2008 01:45 PM





The idea was to stitch and finish something stitchy which could be hung and send some nice stash with it.
I stitched Laura a scissor pocket with shades of dusky rose (and got to hear from her that it's one of her favourite colours
) and added a ribbon so it can be hung on neck or somewhere else.
Tidbits:
Based on the feedback she loved everything so I think I can say that this exchange is now finished. 
That was my first reaction when I opened the little box in Linda's envelope. In addition of sending that "one pattern from your wishlist" she sent me the mini bourse she was making for me (and I should finish hers and mail it... *ahem*).
But, pictures don't do justice to this bourse. It is just amazing.
Did I tell you that this is Linda's design?! Don't you think too that it's simply amazingly beautiful? I am in love.
In addition to this gorgeous one she sent me, not only one pattern from my wishlist, but four other patterns too - and one of the is a design I have been adoring from distance for a while!
Simple Thank You! isn't enough, but still... Thank you Linda!
The mysterious big envelope was what I thought it was... so, now it's time to do some simple calculus. These plus this lot: