“Mandwarmers”

A few weeks ago the VEB informed me that his hands get awfully cold at work, and asked me to make him a muffler.  Now, he’s the rare sort of person who actually appreciates and wears everything I’ve knit him, so I had no qualms about knitting something else for him. However, I was pretty sure he didn’t know what a muffler actually was, and I was really sure it wasn’t something he wanted to be seen wearing at work. Alas, I was wrong on both counts, and after my attempts at talking him into a pair of handwarmers failed we traipsed off to a yarn store not far from one of our favorite walking spots. 

Now when I go yarn shopping, I want to be left alone.  In fact, when I go shopping for anything, I pretty much want to be left alone.  I will spend an hour looking for something if it means I don’t have to talk to a salesperson. In fact, we spent a good twenty minutes trying to find just the right buttons for another project I was working on, partly because the VEB has a knack for making even the most mundane task fun and partly because I refused to ask for help. 

The VEB on the other hand will talk to anyone, usually within five minutes of entering a store.  Before I knew it he had one of the yarn shop employees swiftly denouncing his muffler scheme and sticking store samples of handwarmers on his hands.  She showed him how the handwarmers would solve his problem, and he graciously let the muffler scheme die. 

Hallelujah.  And, behold the power of a good salesperson.

He picked out some rather lovely yarn –Cascade’s chunky baby alpaca in a rust-brown colorway – and the next thing I knew it was being wound and we were out the door, a free handwarmer pattern tucked into the bag of yarn and buttons.

Trouble was, the pattern didn’t really match what the VEB wanted – it was ribbed, and he wanted cuffs and stocking stitch.  He also wanted them to almost cover his fingers, whereas a lot of handwarmers stop mid-hand.  No big deal to make those changes, I thought, and promptly churned out ¾ of a handwarmer. But when I stuck it on his hand to see how much further to go, I discovered that his hand was much wider than the handwarmer.  Whoops.

I briefly considered just finding another pattern, but I wasn’t convinced I wouldn’t have exactly the same problem.  I decided I’d try to knit a custom pair for him, using the sample pattern as a base.  It took me a week to knit the first one, because I kept having to rip it back, but just a few hours to knit the second.  Chunky yarn + size 10 needles = fast knitting! 

Mandwarmers

The end product is not…pretty.  In fact, they look pretty darned weird, if I do say so myself.  But they are incredibly soft and warm, and initial reports indicate they worked just great.

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Here’s what I did:

Cast on 28 stitches, join in the round.

K1, P1 rib for 12 rounds

Knit 12 rounds

Row 25:  Increase 7 stitches evenly (eg., every 4 stitches) across the row (35 stitches)

Row 26:  Knit evenly across

Row 27:  Increase 7 stitches evenly (eg, every 5 stitches) across the row (42 stitches)

Row 28-33:  (Thumb hole) Knit one row.  At the end of the row, reverse direction and purl one row. Do this for at least 6 rows, possibly more if you have bigger thumbs.

Once you have the thumb hole big enough, return to knitting in the round for about another 12 rows, or until you’ve got the warmer long enough to hit the midpoint of your fingers.  At this point you need to decrease:

-Decrease 7 stitches evenly across the row (end with 35 stitches)

-Knit next row

-Decrease 7 stitches evenly across the row (end with 28 stitches)

-Knit next row

-K2tog, knit 14, K2tog, knit to end (end with 26 stitches)

-Continue knitting 4-6 more rows until desired length.  Bind off, sew in ends.

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October Surprise

The previous tenants here left behind several outdoor flower pots, all filled with dirt and sprouting various and sundry weeds.  This summer I bought a big bag of mixed wildflower seeds and dumped them into the pots, thinking it couldn’t be worse than the weeds, and I was happily correct.

Most of the flowers are long gone, so imagine my surprise yesterday to notice that, despite several days of downright chilly weather, one pot had a crop of fresh new buds and blooms.  Bloom where you are planted, indeed!

October Surprise

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Oxbow – Fall Edition

I used to hate fall with the unbridled fire of a thousand suns about to go supernova.  Loathed and detested it.  I ranked the seasons spring, winter, summer then fall, in that order (for obvious reasons, I prefer woolens to bathing suits).  It took me years to understand that I was experiencing Seasonal Affectedness Disorder, that the dimming of the outside light was putting a serious damper on my internal light.  There’s all sorts of treatment options for this now, but in the past couple of years I have found that for me, the best thing I can do for myself is to get outside as much as possible during this time.  It’s still my least favorite time of the year, but the combination of exercise and sunshine has enabled me to more-or-less function during this time, and I’m even occasionally surprised to find myself actually enjoying the season.

It also helps that one of the things I really enjoy about all the hiking/walking excursions is being able to experience a place over the course of an entire year.  The landscapes change, the views change, the wildlife change – and yet it’s still familiar.  Yesterday was such a  beautiful day that it necessitated a hike through the Oxbow National Wildlife Refuge.  We began there back in March, when things were just beginning to wake up, and now things are getting ready for a long sleep.  Obviously the foliage has turned, and there’s lots of reds, oranges and yellow in the treetops.  I was surprised to see how low the water levels were in the ponds.  In the spring, these ponds flood the trails, and now they are not much more than mud puddles.  What really struck me was how quiet it is at this time of year –  the usual caucophony of birds was noticeably dimmer, though we saw a belted kingfisher in the trees and three turkey vultures circling overhead.  Mostly we heard chickadees, though I didn’t actually see any.

Here are a few things I did see:

1.   Maple leafs the size of our heads.  Or dinner plates.

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2.   Fairly sure this is a Comma butterfly.

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3.   Lone Turtle.

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4.  While we did not see an actual beaver, there was plenty of evidence of them.  To wit, this very large lodge that has pretty much taken over the path:

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5.   Mushrooms growing on a tree trunk:

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6.   These red berries everywhere, which look very Christmassy.

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7.   Orthoptera.  That means it’s either a cricket or a grasshopper and I’m not sure which.  The path skirts a meadow, and these fellas were making such a racket in the grass that I thought for sure a rabbit or some other animal was in there.  But no, just dozens of these popping like popcorn.

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8.   I turned around on the path and caught this Photographer in the Wild.  Classic VEB.

Erik getting a shot

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The Snake Mojo

My grandmother (on my dad’s side) disliked snakes so much that she made my grandfather thumb through her magazines and tear out any pictures of snakes before she would read them.  I always thought this was completely ridiculous, up until she died and I saw how bereft my grandfather was without her.  After that, tearing pictures of snakes out of magazines for one’s beloved seemed to be one of the most romantic gestures in the universe.  (Cue “Beloved Wife” by Natalie Merchant.)

I’m not sure how Grammie would have felt about the VEB, because he has the snake mojo something fierce.  He finds them wherever he goes, including sidewinders in Death Valley and rattlers in Bryce Canyon.  Happily here at home it’s just common garter snakes, which are always slithering across and along hiking trails.  The one we saw the other day at the top of Noon Hill was one of the larger ones we’ve seen.  It had just had lunch, as evidenced by it’s rather swollen midsection in the third photo:

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Snake body

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Waterfront Adventure

This weekend the VEB (he’s back!) and I headed down to the Working Waterfront Festival in New Bedford.  I’ve been spending a fair amount of time down there for work, and I wanted to enjoy the city from a non-work perspective.  It’s a beautiful downtown, with cobblestone streets and historic buildings, in addition to what is clearly fairly recent infrastructure improvements.  And the culture is interesting – a long history of old Portuguese, Irish and Italian immigrants, and now a new population of immigrants from places like Guatemala and Cape Verde.  To be sure, it feels similar to Maine and the Canadian maritimes, the old fishing traditions and the seafaring life abound…but with a bit more international flavor now.  Walking down the street feels like New York in some respects; every one is speaking a different language.

It was a beautiful day, although we didn’t get there until mid-afternoon.  The line for seafood was long, REALLY long, but we waited in it anyway while listening to what sounded like Zydeco music coming from a nearby tent; fish and chips were the reward (and clams and Del’s lemonade for the VEB).  I’m not much of a drinker but I really could have used a beer, however as far as I could tell there was no alcohol being served (it’s a very family-friendly festival, so that makes sense).  There were tons of boat-related activities that we did not participate in, though we did catch a bit of what appeared to be a tugboat pushing contest (ie, two tugboats would purposefully but very slowly come bow-to-bow and then rev the engines).  Mostly we just walked around and listened to music and people watched.  Here are some of the sights:

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We ended the afternoon sitting under a tent listening to a band called Crabgrass, fronted by the married Daisy Nell and Stan “Captain Stan” Collinson.  Now, one of the few things the VEB and I disagree about is music; in the car together it’s almost always NPR talk shows because otherwise, one of is is grimacing.  Live music though is something else entirely, and we both really enjoyed the maritime-flavored / slightly gospel influenced folk music of this group.  I had never heard the expression “There may be snow on the roof but there’s still fire in the chimney” before, but they turned it into a quite cheeky little number that had both of us singing along in the back row.  Also, the mandolin player (partially obscured in this photo by a child’s balloon) was ridiculously good.

Crabgrass

Last but not least, in the “Not My Dog” category, I couldn’t resist this handsome fellow who was quite bored with the tugboat festivities:

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Domestic Adventures

The crockpot was pulled out and turkey chili was made – and it was okay.  Not bad, not great.  More experimentation is needed.  Well, to be precise, more seasoning is needed.  I put in what I thought to be a nasty amount of chili powder, but it definitely needed more.  Or more garlic?  I don’t quite know.

Otherwise it was a productive day with several little projects wrapped up, all of which were in various stages of completion:

1)   A kid-sized Honey Cowl, knit out of Grace Hand-dyed by Louisa Harding and made for the similarly-named niece.  I don’t know if it will “cowl” much, but I was afraid of making it much bigger, as she’s fairly petite.

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2.   A little hat, made out of the yarn my mom bought me from A Wrinkle in Thyme up in Maine, with a little embroidery attempted:

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3.   A tiny little pair of baby mittens:

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4.   For my other niece, an attempt at this make-up bag tutorial, which bears a suspicious resemblance to my new couch pillow covers.  This was harder than I thought it would be to make, and admittedly it looks pretty home-made.  Part of the problem was that the pattern calls for an 8″ zipper, but the fabric store only had 7″ zippers, so I had to improvise.  (What I should have done is buy a 9″ zipper and shorten it.)  I’ll try making one of these again, swapping out the linen for something lighter, and maybe ditching the batting for just some interfacing.

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Honestly?  This barely puts a dent in the half-started projects lying around here, but it feels good to have at least a few finished up.  At least, it makes me feel less guilty about starting new projects!

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The Adventures Must Continue

Yesterday evening, after spending most of the day in bed with a tension headache (stress + dehydration + change in weather), I went over to the Stony Brook nature preserve to try to take some pictures.  Sort of oddly, the only ones that came out at all were all shades of blue.  First, this odd mystery plant:

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And then, this lonely feather along the path:

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Happily I felt much better today, and it was so beautiful outside that I decided a hike was necessary.  It’s been awhile since I hiked “all by myselps”, as my nephew used to say, and none of my old usual haunts really felt like they would be enough of a challenge. I moseyed over to the Trustees of Reservations website and decided to visit Noon Hill Reservation, which is a short drive from where I live.

The good news was, it was exactly what I was looking for.  The summit trail is only 1.3 miles and fairly easy, with only a couple of challenging spots that I got through just fine, thank you very much.  (I’m not ready for another go at Monadnock, but I am improving.)  It was also well traveled, with lots of people and dogs, so I felt perfectly safe.  It’s a pretty place, but much more a place of exercise than a place of photography – which, frankly, with the trouble I’ve been having with my camera is just as well.

Amusingly, the view at the top includes this:

Gillette

It took me a minute to realize that the aliens had not finally arrived, and that I was looking over towards Foxboro – that’s Gillette Stadium in the fuzzy distance.

I also meandered around the pond loop trail, which was really buggy; I’d leave that for another time of year when the mosquitos aren’t so bad.  At this point I was getting a little tired, but I wasn’t ready to go home just yet.  About a five minute drive from Noon Hill is another Trustees property called Cedariver, and so I stopped there for a bit.  It is a lovely place for a short walk, provided that you mind where you step.  The neighbors have horses and there were several places where the trail was poo-bombed.  However, I found what might be my new favorite tree, an enormous old oak.  It was so big that I couldn’t get a good shot of all of it, but here’s a bit:

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I know those vines aren’t good for the tree, but they were quite lovely to look at.

The other thing I found along the path was this little cairn.  It’s a 1-mile loop trail with no summit, so I’m not sure why it’s there.  However, there’s a Sikh ashram not far from this trail, where they offer some lovely yoga classes, and I wondered if someone from the ashram built it. Although, as I type this now it occurs to me that for all I know someone buried their dead dog there, but whatever, it made for a peaceful little spot:

cairn

Tomorrow:  adventures of a different sort.  Time to get out the crock pot!

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Long Weekending

1)   Really loving the Florence + the Machine album “Ceremonials”.  Especially this track.

2)  The second season of “Once Upon A Time” is up on Netflix, and I am guilty of sneaking upstairs at my parents house to binge-watch several episodes.

3)  The tendonitis is not happy.  I am not happy either, as I can only knit a few rows at a time and now travel with both ice pack and heating pad.

4)  Dear Amato’s, nothing can compare to your spaghetti with meat sauce.  I might have also snuck in a Real Italian, even though I don’t like ham and I take off all the onions, peppers, and olives.

5)   My parents & I went for a short hike in Lovell, on land owned by the Greater Lovell Land Trust.  My camera and I have been having some issues, and I was disappointed I didn’t come back with better shots.  Here are a few:

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Heald Pond

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Cloud reflection on pond

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Creek foam

Pond lily

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6.   My favorite shot of the weekend, taken from my mom’s car, which just pretty much sums up everything about the little town I grew up in:

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Local lost cows

7)   Lots of family stories, mostly from my grandmother, who is 86 and will likely outlive us all.  She has virtually no wrinkles and while she admits her memory isn’t quite what it used to be, she has not lost her sense of humor.  One of my all-time favorite stories is the one where she was driving my grandfather somewhere, and they stopped at a convenience store and he went in to buy some beer.  He came out and put the beer in the back seat, and then my grandmother drove off, thinking he was in the back seat.  My grandfather really wasn’t the sort of person to be amused by this, which makes it an even funnier story to me.  I can picture him mad quite easily, mainly because when we were kids Nan used to put Sousa marches on the record player and give us kids metal pots and spoons to bang, as we stomped through the house.  There was not any more sure-fire way to send him storming out to his workshop than Sousa.

8)  If you are in the area and have not gone to Pie Tree Orchard, go there immediately and buy some apple cider donuts.  Plus, the Kings own it.  Yeah, those Kings.  Incidentally, I spent a fair amount of time this weekend wondering what it would be like if Waterford was Under the Dome.  The one conclusion I came to is, there’s no way anyone would give up their guns for the good of the whole town.  Not with those cows on the loose, anyway.

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The Tough Redecorate

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Distraction right now is key, and thankfully there’s nothing that distracts me like a pile of fabric that would like to be made into something.  This evening’s endeavors: two more-or-less coordinating pillow covers.  The big one is, well, too big for the pillow – but that can be remedied soon.  The white fabric is from Lotta Jansdotter’s line of fabric (not sure about the others).  I didn’t use a pattern, just sort of eyeballed the whole thing.  Squares and rectangles, really.  I like them a lot, even though they don’t really match anything else in the living room…yet.

I also went to yoga, despite the tendonitis flare up.  The physical therapist warned me to be careful, and I was, but it was frustrating not being able to do things that I usually can do with ease.  It tired me out, though, and also made me hungry enough to eat a real dinner for the first time all week.  Grateful for baby steps, however hard they may be to take.

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In Three Days…

I have learned:

1)  I have some pretty great friends;

2)  My parents really do love me;

3)  I can sob so loudly it scares the cat;

4)  When I am not sobbing, the cat tries to make me feel better;

5)  Lean Cuisine macaroni and cheese is great when you don’t want to eat;

6)  I can stay on the elliptical machine a lot longer when I am angry;

7)  Life (and love) can turn on a dime;

8)   There is nothing lonelier than a single house key left on an empty counter.

 

We know only too well that what we are doing is nothing more than a drop in the ocean. But if the drop were not there, the ocean would be missing something.
―    Mother Teresa

Narragansett Cairn

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