summer colors

So what’s up besides the invasion of beetles at the cabin……well we tickled a few fish and saw an osprey dive in the water to catch his dinner. And.. a little dyeing happened while I was there. So much more fun than cleaning the house and what  a nice assortment of color. The yellow shades of yarn on the cloths line look so summery to me. And the orange colors really pop – they are so bright.

Here the range of colors I got with coreopsis from a light yellow to a deep orange the longer I simmered the flower buds. Hanging with my yarn are some squares of wool that I shrunk and then dyed.Here is the coreopsis in the dye garden I probable should have taken this picture before I picked all the flowers off.

I found a slightly better picture from 2 weeks ago.

I had 3 cups of flowers that I put into a pot with enough water to cover. I set it over the fire to simmer and added the yarn once I saw the color releasing. As I took one skien of wool out I would add another the lightest color was the first batch when the color in the pot was just releasing the color. It seemed as the pot simmered longer it got darker and darker. There was still color left in the pot when I was done with the orange so…

I ran out of walnut brown yarn for a test knit I am doing so I dyed a hank first with walnut and then over dyed it in a coreopsis pot after getting the oranges I wanted. I have 2 buckets in the garden shed that have the walnut hulls from last fall soaking in water. I lined each 5 gallon bucket with a strainer bag that you can buy at a paint store like Sherman WIlliams – then I put the walnut husks in the bag and filled the bucket with water. When I want to get a brown color I simple pull out the strainer bag and put my yarn into the dark brown dye. Easy as pie — no heating necessary. The very first dyes that you get when you set up the buckets are the browns I like best as the dye sits longer the browns are a little duller.

Once in a while i get a color I just don’t like- so I will over dye that yarn. I will put it in the bucket of brown water and be rewarded with a rich brown with an undertone of yellow or orange. But this time I dyed the wool first in the walnut bucket and then put the skein in to the coreopsis pot and let it simmer over the charcoal left in the fire pit. The orange left in the pot made the brown so much richer looking. It added a depth to the color of the yarn that I just love.

Next up is horsetail(equisetum) after simmering I  got this lovely pale  yellow shade. The darker hank is some beige yarn that I had thrown into each of the simmering dye pots I had going on Tuesday.(see all the veg. matter in the yarn — it comes out easily but until I label the yarn I am going to leave it as a reminder of what I used).

For this brew I picked enough horsetail to fill my pot and then added water to cover the plants. Then I simmered until I saw a little color in the water. I pulled aside some of the stems to put my wool in the pot and took the pot off the fire and just put it along side the pit to stay hot. I left it all day and the color was pale yellow so I left it over night to cool in the water to see if it would darken. But it didn’t -if I do another pot of this I might let it simmer and then take out the cooked stems and add fresh when I put in the wool and see if I get a darker shade. But I am happy with this color and will knit with it. The soft light yellow would make a pretty baby sweater or a shawl.

I googled this picture of horsetail cause I neglected to take a picture in my yard. This is a native plant that I let grow wild as a ground cover under the quaking aspen  in the  front yard. I have no desire to battle the local plants that were here before we built our house and am happy to just let them grow. A while ago I had read that these plants could be used to scrub with(I might try this when camping) and that they were also a natural dye so thats why I tried it.

I have a different variety of horse tail growing in my yard that I also want to try…this is the kind I saw growing by my parents house on Lake Huron. it is a long stem of segments that we would pull apart and put back together when we were kids as we walked on the beach.

Next up is a mystery plant. I was clearing out some scrubby invaders in the garden bed. Because even though I like the native plants they can quickly over take the yarn and force everything else out. I was hacking away at this tree?..shrub???? well I have to do some research I just am not sure of what it is. Maybe something in the apple family??while I was chopping away at this mess that is crowding out a maple and a tamerack …it suddenly dawned on me that the branch had a lovely dark red under the bark and the wood was a blushing pink. Some of the leaves also had a reddish tinge to them. So I sat under the deck and peeled the bark off the branches. It was slightly sticky and sweet smelling. The bark went into a jar with alcohol. The leaves went into a pot of water to simmer and this is what I gotIt’s a bright yellow with just a hint of green in it. I think it is going to be perfect for a cowl that will chase the winter blues away.  So I think this bush?? tree?? might stay where its at in the yard because I really like this cheery yellow and the bush isn’t bad looking either and the tamerack(that I bought at the nursery) isn’t looking good so it might have to go.. I can’t wait to see if the bark yields a nice color too but I am going to leave that ferment for a week or two before I put it in a dye pot.

For this brew I again filled the pot with leaves and covered them with water then set on my rack above the fire pit to simmer. The water turned yellow and smelled pleasant simmering on the fire. I took out the cooked leaves and added my wool and then added more leaves to fill the pot again. I was rewarded with a nice dark yellow – it really is a happy color. I took out the yarn and wool squares and added more wool to the pot after a couple of hours. The second batch on top of the fire until night fall and then took them out to dry. I left one skein and a square in the pot over night to cool and those were the darkest of the batch.

Except for the walnut that doesn’t need a mordant the wool was mordanted with alum that I buy in the spice section of the grocery store. And when I take the wool out of the pots I hang them to dry with out rinsing. Once they are dry I will wash and rinse them and hang them to dry again. It seems like not as much color gets rinsed out if I let them dry first. Because I don’t use the more toxic mordants I let the rinse water run in my garden beds.  I enjoy being outside in the yard so I do all my dyeing over the fire pit or once and a while in a crock pot under the deck. I don’t want to fill the house with fumes from the plants I dye with.

Next time I want to dye with black eyed Susans–they are my favorite flower. My sister Peg says they are blooming by already in NH and she is going to dye with them this week. I saw a few blossoms on my walk this morning but maybe by the time we get back to the cabin there will be more. And I also want to try Queen Anne’s lace again. the last time I dyed with Queen Anne’s I had a nice soft yellow until I washed and rinsed the yarn and it turned a bright green chartreuse. But it was still a great color and I love the surprises that happen when I dye!

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What really bugs me!

June is heavenly by my arbor- earlier this month there were  peonies-big, white, pompom  blooms that smell like the fancy talcum powder that you used to buy at the 5 and 10.  Now the my prairie rose and perennial sweet peas are in bloom. This entrance to my garden is just buzzing with bees going from flower to flower.

Here’s a closer look at the sweet peas– they come back year after year and I string the arbor each spring so they climb up the back of the seats. They will bloom quite a while and usually are still going in the fall unlike the annual sweet pea that quits when the weather gets hot.

This year the blossoms range from a deep pink to a white with just a hint of pink. It’s an idyllic scene – but in real life there is no perfect idyllic scene. Yes there is always a monster behind the door.

And if you look closer  lurking in the pretty buds is an evil creature — the Japanese beetle. See him trying to hide behind the flowers.

And they are also devouring the roses.

these beetles are a lovely metallic  green and orange

but don’t be deceived by their good looks they will eat all the leaves in your garden quicker that you can say SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICEXPIALIDOCIOUS. And then they will eat the flowers and your cat. Ok, I might be exaggerating about the cat but they eat everything in sight leaving just the skeletonized foliage behind. They are in the roses and the grape arbor. They have found one of the pussy willows but luckily not the hedge of willows on the other side of the house. They started nibbling on the jewel weed I grow under the deck.

It started slowly –I spotted just a couple 2 weeks ago. But this week there were a few more. And now when I go for a walk I see neighbors have hung out traps for the beetles. Now scientist have done studies that claim the traps attract more beetles than you would normally have in the garden but I have given up –before leaving the cabin to come home I hung out 3 traps. I don’t think I have as many beetles as last year but they are still there- every time I go out in the yard I squish at least a dozen.

Last year I sprayed nematodes on the lawn to get rid of the larva and when I dig in the yard I don’t see any grubs so I think its working but it doesn’t matter because when the beetles are done eating in my neighbors yard they fly over to my house for dessert.  Apparently they aren’t a big nuisance in Asia where they have natural predators. But with out natural predators these little guys will gorge themselves and eat their way through the yard not stopping to take a breath.And even worse after the romantic diner and flowers they copulate in plain sight–thats right they have sex right there in the flower bed. The nerve of them. And it is wild orgy sex- sometimes there are a dozen or more sharing partners on one grape leaf or in this case a stem on a rose bush. (these 3 good pictures of the bugs are from wikipedia)Yes it is disgusting. And I guess I am a prude because I am  against this flagrant display in full view of our children.

So that’s what bugs me. Well that and the stupid sh** that our state government pulls.

Ok….. I think I better take a deep breath and maybe double down on my pills and look at the big picture instead of the close ups that show the carnage happening in the yard.Thats right ….I will take a deep breath…. sit in the shade…. pull out my knitting and try not to look closely at what is hiding in the flower beds.

ps. I may have to talk the fish tickler into getting me some chickens. My little sister takes her chickens into the flower garden with her in the evening and flicks beetles off the plants while the ladies gobble them up. That sounds more fun than nematodes(which I got here http://www.gardensalive.com/article.asp?ai=79)

wool quilt

Why do I call this my wool quilt?

it is made of cotton scraps and is a kaleidoscope of many colored scrap stars whirling around a white hexagons framed by red diamonds. The scraps are wonderful bits of history cut from fabrics that date back to the 1920 according to the lady at the quilt store. I love all the old prints and every time I look at this quilt I pick out a new favorite. There is a yellow star with soldier’s camp and airplanes circling printed on it …..

…… bunnies and monkeys marching off to war……

hmm the bunnies look very angry and mean –I wouldn’t want to mess with them or their cannons..

.. check out  the crackerjack sailors heading for the high seas….…..adorable scottie puppies(I bet they don’t resist getting groomed like some dogs I know)…..

all jumbled together with flower prints and what not –– probable left overs from dresses and curtains.

This quilt is amazingly intricate with a keen eye for detail– the lady who made this carefully pieced her stars together by hand with tiny careful stitches.

Plaids and stripes  are sprinkled in among the flowers andare pieced together so that the pattern lines up within the star making a design within the design.


It is a crazy scrappy quilt that has a lot of order to it.I found the quilt at an estate sale. At first glance it didn’t seem to be my kind of sale. It was mostly the remains of a man’s workshop. Jars of nuts and bolt collected over the years. Odd and ends tools mismatched and worn out. A few X-mas decorations and empty bottles that used to hold booze or avon aftershave that were shaped like Elvis Presley or an old car. There was an an old ab machine and one of those wheels you crouch on the floor with to wittle down your waist.

But back to the quilt — it was carefully folded and stuck on a hanger — in between some old work clothes on a rack. I picked it up to look at and the lady running the cash box immediately asked if I was interested. I was non-commital and said ….maybe. The colors were dull and the cloth smelled like motor oil and the red didn’t seem like my style(not that I have much style). Eager to make a sale I was told that we could work on the price. So I laid it on the table for her to save for me and told her I would decide when I finished looking at everything else. I found a couple of old wood ironing board and some old knitting needles that I knew

I could use when I heard a voice in the front telling the sale lady that all she was looking for was quilts and her eye fell on the one that I left by the table but she was told there was only one and  someone else was taking that one.

So I went back and looked one more time and something told me just take it so I took the quilt and didn’t dicker on the price…paid the full $15 and I grabbed the 2 ironing boards, knitting needles and one bowl of nuts and bolts(I wanted the bowl) and my ‘new’ old quilt. A young girl helped me carry my purchases to the car and she told me that they were selling the things because granny was moving into the nursing home. I wished now that I had found out more about the quilt –the girl didn’t know if her granny had made it or if it was an older relative.

As I drove home I wondered what had possessed me to buy this unfinished top .. my car was smelling like motor oil ..and the red really wasn’t my thing. Did I jump into the deal just because someone else looked at it? But then I glanced at the inside seams and saw all the tiny stitches and knew that this quilt wanted to come home with me.  That it some how knew that I would appreciate all the time that had gone into it and that I would sandwich it with batting and a back and use the quilt for what it was intended for.

The first thing I did when a I got home was look the quilt over to make sure there were no spots that needed repair  and then I filled the wash tub with lukewarm water and a mild soap solution. I washed and rinsed it by hand and by washed I mean I soaked it and gently swished it in the water. I was lucky none of the dyes ran. And although the water changed from a dirty brown to nice and clear after several rinses but  the quilt still smelled like machine oil. I washed and rinsed  and added baking soda to the soap solution. Each time drying the quilt on a clothes line under the deck. But I could still smell motor oil. Finally I mixed just a little borax to the mild soap solution and that did the trick. Now when I sniffed at the quilt it smelled clean and fresh like sunshine and the colors were not dingy anymore.

Next I had to decide how to finish my quilt. I took it into a quilt store and they looked it over and suggested muslin for the back and told me it would have to be handquilted not machine quilted because the fabrics would be ruined with a machine. They knew a group that could hand quilt it for me but there was a long waiting list. The second choice was to tie the quilt and that I knew I could do myself. They also told me that they knew a buyer if I wanted to sell. But I was becoming attached to this quilt and took it back home with me. I had  some light brown cotton to use for the back but I  wanted to use a batt that would be appropriate for this old top. When I drove out to the estate sale I drove past farms that raised sheep and decided that a wool batt would be fitting for this top…so finally you find out why I call it a wool quilt…..wool was the perfect choice it makes the quilt nice and fluffy and light and it is so warm on even the coldest night.  I am not a hand quilter so  I stitched the edge with my treadle sewing machine- now I didn’t do a great job at this and someday I might redo the back and the edge but for now it serves the purpose–which is keeping us warm on cold winter nights.

Since finding this vintage hand pieced quilt I have found 2 more- or should I say they have found me–thats what the ladies at the quilt store think. They think these quilts call out to me to find them so they can go to a home where they will be finished  and used and loved. So this is the story of my Wool(cotton) quilt and if you ever come for a visit in the middle of our cold Wisconsin winter you might find  my ‘Wool’ quilt on your bed to snuggle under and keep warm.  I think my quilt was quite a bargain–even after finishing I don’t think I spent $45 and it turns out red and wild is my thing after all.

whew! a long winded post about quilting — I hope you don’t mind. I am knitting away  on a test pattern but will post some pictures of toys I am knitting for fun soon. And Alice and I are still working on 2 patterns. And I have some ideas for a give away in July to go with some charity knitting.

hair cut from hell

The weather here is hot — almost unbearable hot. A few weeks ago I made an appointment for Meva to get a much needed bath and a hair cut. This is Meva with her new friend Finnigan(Meva is the big one with the long fur)

I gave the groomer a heads up– in fact we had a long conversation about Meva.

Meva hates to be groomed – she doesn’t like to be brushed or for me to pick things out of her fur. She mouthes my hand when I try — she whimpers — she pulls away — she snaps and grumbles. And she really hates to be bathed. We live on a lake and she will wade into the water but that’s as far as she will go.

When she sees other dogs jumping in the water and swimming you can tell she thinks they are crazy. Finnigan loves the water but Meva wouldn’t have any part of it.

So the last time she had a bath was a little over 2 years ago when she decided to make friends with a skunk. The friendship really didn’t go well. Don’t bother with tomato juice– google dogs and skunks on the internet to find a recipe for a baking soda and hydrogen peroxide mix to get most of the odor out.

I explained all this to the groomer and she was very confident that she wouldn’t have any difficulty with our dog.

Yesterday we dropped Meva off with high hopes.

And 3 hours later I got a very apologetic call asking me to pick up our dog and a warning that she did not look so hot.

In fact it was a rather long call loaded with information about how Meva discovered ways to get out of the restrant they use to keep the dog on the table while they trim them. And how she even managed to open the door and get out in the parking lot when they decided to take a short break to regroup and try a new tactic. They didn’t even manage to get her wet.

But they did get some hair off and I think I will try to trim off a little on the legs and butt every morning so she looks a little more even.
By the way the groomer is very nice and none of the other dogs there looked like they had mange– just ours. My dog is just a handful and very strong willed so this story does not reflect on the groomer’s talent at all. And she was more than willing to try again(but that my dog would need to be asleep to do a decent job)

but with all that said Meva is much happier(I think) she is cooler and by fall she will look like herself again.

Knit in public

Or should I say spin.Saturday was knit in public day. And I went to Delefield and joined other knitters in the square to show off our knitting. Now I knit in public all the time. I rarely go out with out some knitting project in my purse. I never am a passenger in any vehicle with out my knitting. It doesn’t bother me at all if some one stares or comments on it. I like to knit and I like to be able to work on something while I am waiting for a doctor appointment or visiting with friends. I take my knitting fishing so even if I don’t catch any fish I at least get something done.My hands are rarely idle. I even knit while I read. I will even share how to knit if you are really interested. I am not self conscience about my knitting

I was lucky to meet this lady — a truely awesome spinner — Leanne.

It is mesmerizing to watch her fingers turn a pile of scrap wool into lovely yarn so effortlessly. And really she told me these were leftovers she had laying around. And that she was going to turn this scrappy wool into a jumper for one of her daughters. We happily talked about spinning wheels and wool and  our wonderful families ; )

 Leanne has a shop here http://www.etsy.com/shop/handspuntreasures with wonderful batts she cards and also some gorgeous yarns spun up and ready to knit or crochet into your own treasures.

She also moderates a ravelry group here  — http://www.ravelry.com/groups/handspun-treasures

I wish I had taken a picture of the fantastic crocheted socks she pulled out of her bag to show me. The color was great I think Leanne called it turkish delight. And who knew that you can  crochet afterthought heels.

I am really drawn to spinning wheels lately–I gave a spinning wheel to Alice for her B-day. and she is going to give me some lessons when she comes for a visit. I am hoping that we can go to the sheep and wool festival in Jefferson. http://www.wisconsinsheepandwoolfestival.com/  I am pretty excited about learning how to spin and can’t wait for Alice to visit.

When I got home I found the latest installment of the bare naked club If you are a member and haven’t gotten your shipment don’t look any further or else you might see a picture of this lovely wool.

 

 

the patterns are lovely too – a beautiful hap shawl and a stranded work tam.

*note the yellow wool kind of snuck in there .It isn’t from the bare naked club it is a different project I am working on.

It was a glorious  mid-weekend at the cabin. The temperatures dropped so it was 45* in the morning which meant I was able to wear my newly knit cap most mornings. Unfortunately it also meant that the fish weren’t hungry but it was still nice to get out in the fresh air and enjoy the scenery.The cool temps also meant that it was comfortable out in the garden.So I decided a little trimming was a good thing to do — the side yard has been a little overgrown lately. While I worked I was able to listen to this guy who was busy feeding his brood.

Now I love listening to house wrens. They are a charming little bird who sings so beautifully and I usually have one or two nests in the yard. Their nests aren’t much to look at – they fill the bird houses with a messy jumble of twigs and then some feathers or grasses on top to soften a little depression in the middle where the female lays her eggs. These wrens are not very big — only a little over 4″ in length and weighs about the same as two quarters or 0.4 oz. This particular wren wasn’t so happy with me — some of his songs were interupted with a scolding retort aimed in my direction. The pair of wrens were not happy that I insisted on invading there garden home. Reading up on them I discovered they are not innocent sweet birds I thought they were.  Despite their small size these wrens will evict larger birds when they decide they want the nesting spot. They will push eggs and even hatchings  out of the nest  to get the spot. And will attack larger birds and harass them and even kill them. And they sing such a sweet bubbly song all the while.

Their nests aren’t much to look at – they fill the bird houses with a messy jumble of twigs and then some feathers or grasses on top to soften a little depression in the middle. The twigs in this box completely fill it and cover the hole. While reading I found out that the house wren will include some spider egg sacs in the jumble of twigs and whatnot and the spiders will hatch and eat the mites and parasites that come along with the messy house.

And they also were not easy to take pictures of. When they spotted me they would fly into a pine tree and natter grumbly songs asking to be left alone. But I was determined to get a shot or two before going back to trimming and general cleanup.

Finally this house wren had enough and perched on top of the bird house nattering and wagging his tail at me and I went back to my job of cleaning up his back yard.

And so I left him alone and went back to work and can now walk down the steps with out the bushes knocking my hat off. Now thats better — not a jumble of twigs and branches any more.

Turtles snapping and tickling fish

So the Fish Tickler and I are back from the cabin. Generally we spend mid week at the cabin — tickling fish in the evening. {this blue gill was released back into the wild. He was too pretty to eat and besides Tickler doesn’t care to clean them}

During the day I play in the yard while Marty works on his computer.

The day lilies are in bloom now. Wouldn’t a lacy knit of these colors be beautiful — the bright  yellow could be dyed with golden rod, the intense orange with marigolds and the pale yellow with jewel weed early in the season. And the edge would have to have a slight ruffle just like this flower.

There was so much to see in the yard. This morning as I was packing the car I wanted to get a picture of the first perennial sweet pea flower in bloom but wouldn’t you know the camera ran out of batteries ; (

But thats ok I was able to take these pictures as we headed out on our walk(I was so happy that the camera didn’t chose to run out of batteries while I was snapping pictures of this)She was a little grumpy about being disturbed so early in the morning. But after taking a couple of pictures I decided to put her in a little safer spot than the middle of the road.Ok I don’t look too happy in these pictures and I admit I was squealing Oh..oh..oh in a rather high voice the entire time I had the turtle in my gloves. And thats why Meva looks so worried.The turtle kept lunging her head around and trying to snap at my hands.

And also tried her best to piddle on me hoping I would put her down.

Didn’t Mr. Tickler take some good pictures(he only cut my head of in one or two of them)I set her down on the gravel pad where we park and then we could start our morning walkYou might have noticed I called the turtle a she and wonder how I could possible know the sex of the turtle? Well I didn’t peek…… if that is what you were wondering. I assumed — because often we will see turtles come up out of the lake to build a nest. And for some reason they love the gravel along side the country roads. They dig out a hole and then they proceed to lay eggs. I don’t know if I am being helpful but when I see a turtle traveling back to the lake I always pick her up and get her to the other side of the road before a car has a chance to run her over. A few years ago we were lucky enough to have a hatch on our property. We had a pile of gravel that was left over from construction where a turtle had laid eggs and for a couple of days we found itty bitty snapping turtles scooting through the yard on their way to water.

Well, I will be back tomorrow to share pictures of the garden and some yarn I dyed but now I need to do some chores and get a few groceries because I want to make potato pancakes to go with our fresh fish fry tonight.

Knitting 70’s style

I hear the garage sale was a huge success with a couple of people selling $200 worth of their old things. Way to clear out the stash(and now they can buy new yarn).

I love the treasures I bought–here are 2 more of the books I got…

I am working on enchanting my knits so this was just perfect

I had actually borrowed this at the library in LaValle. When we were living in LaValle you could go into the library and order books and twice a week the book mobile would bring your selections into town for you to pick up. I went to the library so often Dave would sometimes have my books out and my membership punched in when he saw me pull into  the parking lot. Small towns are fun ; )

I borrowed this book three times – there are such beautiful charts in this book to incorporate into your knitting. And at just $5 how could I go wrong. The authors Catherine Cartwright -Jones and Roy Jones are machine knitters but the patterns can easily be handknit. One of the patterns I have used from this book is a raven that I knit into a pair of fingerless mitts.

I can’t wait to work on some stranded mittens and use these wonderful charts. I think I see wolf mittens coming up in my knitting!

This one’s cover reminded me of the Golden Hands instruction book that I knit from in the early 70’s so I scooped it up for $2 not bothering to page through it until I got home.

And I am not sorry– it is a blast from the past. The patterns range from babies all the way to teens for both boys and girls.

I love the photo ops at the zoo. Remember sweater dresses…I wore a burgandy red sweater dress for my first ‘real’ job interview. I was 16 and it was a move up for me to apply at Ellais Brothers Big Boy. Till then I had babysitting jobs and also worked for one family cleaning their house and starting dinner after I got out of school in the afternoon. Of course my dresses weren’t this short–Mom wouldn’t have let me out of the house in a dress that short.

 I did land that job and I was the worse waitress Big Boy ever had ; )

I bet you thought I would say what a wonderful waitress I was — didn’t you??

but no — waitressing is a hard job and it takes a special person to be really good at it. And I wasn’t that person.

Don’t you love the zebra and this striped dress!! And yikes look at those bangs. I wore short bangs and my smile featured crooked buck teeth when I was that age.
And these toys– get a load of that space man. Its too funny — but I will admit I recently did some thing similar taking a picture of one of my toys with a glass over the head so it was a spaceman. And look at Aladdin and Abanazar .

Louise Daniels wrote this book. I am not sure she wrote all the patterns or if she picked them out and  it was published in 1971.

So I am at the cabin just like I usually am midweek. The tempeture has really dropped– great for working in the garden but not so great for fishing. The fish barely bite on the bait and half the time spit it out when we get them up to the boat. Even the fish tickler is not catching fish ; )

 

First fall KNITTY

Knitty is live  http://www.knitty.com/ISSUEff12/patterns.php

No I don’t have a pattern in the current knitty but I did submit a pattern. Well it was a long shot because I submitted a toy pattern and knitty doesn’t do that many toy patterns.

but I did think my picture was quirky enough…….what do you think?presenting         Canned Ham and the Spamettes

I even staged a little escape for the little piggies that made me giggle.

I can’t tell you how much fun I had this winter making pigs. I am not even sure how many I made. You would think I would get tired of knitting the same thing over and over but I don’t.

My daughter Alice turns what I write into a readable pattern and formats it into a pdf.

My sister Peg helped me out by testing the pigs (and I know she made more than one).

I wish that I had made it into Knitty but you know– we had fun trying and as soon as my daughter has her computer back from the shop we will have two patterns to show you.

I can only imagine how many knitters submit their pattern and how tough it is to figure out what everyone will want to knit for this fall. I love the patterns that were picked  and am already thinking about what I want to knit next…..

this jumper is adorable — I would love to make an adult size one.

and the foreword on this one made me laugh out loud –I may have to knit my own mitt romneys.

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I am thinking about how I can dye some yarn for these socks

 and you have to look at the pattern for this blanket –it is beautiful!

Check out the new issue of knitty  I bet you find a thing or two that you want to cast on for right now.

So I think I mentioned what a great time Suzie and I had shopping at the annual garage sale at our favorite yarn store ( http://www.knitch.net/). Here is one of the booklets I picked up. I just can’t resist these older booklets – – this one is probably from the 60’s

I mean who couldn’t resist this matching ensomble (well I think my husband could)

And the picture below just shouts Mayberry in the alps (remember Andy and Opie and of course Aunt Bee)

And who wouldn’t want to know what this couple is discussing?

All this and more was mine for a mere 25 cents. Originally this booklet was 75 cents.

I think there is a chart or two in here that I will use in my knitting even though I don’t think matching sweaters are in my future.

I read an interesting blog about inflation and the cost of knitting. You can read it here  http://sweatyknitter.wordpress.com/2012/06/09/costs-then-and-now-using-cpi-to-compare/

Karen ends here study saying she wonders what the future knitters will make of our current magazines when they find them at rummage sales. And this makes me wonder because I already have a stack of oldies but goodies from when I was a young mom. I would have to look in the basement closet but I am pretty sure you can find Vogue Knitting there from 1985 and also some of the first Interweave magazines too.

And finally here is a toy I finished last week. A cute dragon designed by Sharon at http://laughingpurplegoldfish.blogspot.com/

Thelma the Dragon will be going to Knitch soon when they have the toy drive for PB&J.

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