A look ahead

A grand scheme for 2008!

Every January I come up with some great ideas of what I want to accomplish, whether or not to achieve all. Well, this year I have one modest knitting resolution.

Socks.

I have enough sock yarn to outfit a centipede.

I took a sock class three years ago. Knitted a few pairs on two circulars. After constantly dropping one set of needles I taught myselft the Magic Loop method. Then I got hit by the Second Sock Syndrome. Then I found the two socks on one circ method. Back to knitting socks. That was, until I dropped a stitch on one sock and had to laboriously tink back both socks.... back to collecting sock yarn....

Then last December Noro sock yarn came on the market.

I got re-bitten by the sock bug and have not stopped knitting socks since.


Here is a Jaywalker in progress.

I plan to knit at least one sock a week and have download a ton of patterns from Ravelry. Hopefully, I will have a pair of socks handy whenever I need gifts.

In the meantime I cast on a cardigan for Arwen



This is Noro Silk Garden 269. The picture doesn't show the cable that well but it looks really nice. The mohair/silk mix makes it softer and lighter which is what I want. For some reason I also got bitten by the hoodie bug. I knitted a few Wonderful Wallabies for gifts over the holidays for the grandchildren, one for me and still have one on the needle for a friend. Yet I find myself poring over more hoodies. I am deciding between these two yarn for a Rogue.

Both are undyed, natural merino. On the left is from Beaverslide Dry Goods and on the right from Morehouse Merino I am leaning towards the dark grey.

I also want to knit this.

The Central Park Hoodie. This one, however, will be a spring/summer yarn. Maybe in Rowan All Seasons Cotton or some wool/cotton blend.

I can see this is going to be an ambitious year.

Happy Holidays

From our family to yours.

Peace and goodwill to all.

Aporanee

Runty the Cat

Billy the Bear

Billy

Memories are made of this

I was going through Bill's clothes to donate them when I came across his flannel shirts. He has several of them and I thought something could be made from them to remember him by. Thus Billy was born.

I found this pattern at JoAnn's :

I don't sew that well, but the patterns and the instructions are very clear and I could follow them pretty easily.

Billy was born.

Here he is, sitting in Bill's favorite chair. But wait. Even though he was made from a shirt, he still needed a shirt, don't you think?


Here we go. That's better.

Here are Billy and Billy 2. Billy 2 was given to Bill's daughter Erica. He was made from a shirt that she gave to him two Christmases ago. Now she has the shirt back. And more.

I will be making more Billys. Each of the grandchildren will get one on his/her birthday. Billy, of course, will stay with me.
In the meantime I did some knitting.

A honeycomb vest. A present for Erica.

Another honeycomb. This time a cardigan sweater/jacket. This one is mine. It looks just like Runty.

And that little guy was inspecting Granddaughter Ingrid's Wonderful Wallaby.

This last picture has nothing to do with Teddy bears, knitting or cat, but it's so pretty I decided to include it anyway. Here are the trees in the Shenandoah National Park one foggy morning in November as we drove along the Skyline Drive hoping to see the Fall foliage and instead encountering ... ice and snow!

Pretty anyway, eh?

Hi, there

I'm back.

You may have thought I have moved to Mars. Believe me, there were times I was tempted....

I was in Thailand visiting my folks for a month. Thailand, especially Bangkok, has changed a lot, physically and socially, for better and worse, in my humble opinion. One thing was for certain: having been gone for five years I found myself a stranger in a place I once called home. My parents' house where I grew up remained unchanged but everything else around it was unrecognizable.

Skyscrapers overshadow gilded temple spires and the golden arches of MacDonald's tower over street vendors. I am not sure I like this modernization of Thailand. I went to the Temple of the Emerald Buddha to seek out the old, familiar, peaceful site of the most serene, most revered place in the country.

Thank Goodness it's still there. The giants and the monkeys from the Indian epic of Ramayana are still holding up the gilded pagoda.

Aren't they adorable? Here's a close-up.

That's a monkey holding up a pagoda. Here is a giant guarding an entrance to the temple.
And now for one change I will never complain about.

Bangkok used to be notorious for traffic jams. It still is. But one improvement since my last visit is that you no longer have to negotiate (translation: haggle) the prices with taxi drivers. Taxi drivers in Bangkok now are relatively new, clean, air-conditioned, and HAVE METERS! You flag on down, tell him you destination and hop in! No more haggling over prices, no more holding up the traffic! Small wonder!

On top of that, they come in wonderful colors. Have you ever seen such candy-colored cabs elsewhere? I call them M&M on wheels...

In pink..
And Blue..
And purple...

And in red, of course

They also come in orange.

And apple green
And sunny yellow
And even two-toned!

Grandchildren

The joy of life.

Five reasons to carry on.

Nate

Grace

Faith

Ingrid

Elsa

Five reasons for this grandma to carry on.

And Runty too, of course!!

I knit

Therefore I am.

I have been knitting for just over three years. It has changed my life. I learned how to knit at the Knit Out in Washington DC and started knitting when Bill became ill. I picked up the needles and never put them down. I walked into the Yarn Barn and started a stash and a friendship, both of which continue to grow. I knitted while waiting for the doctors, for the tests, for the test results. I knitted as I learned there was no cure for Bill's dementia, that they didn't know exactly what it was, that they didn't know what caused it, and that they didn't know how to treat it. I knitted as I learned his brain was dying, but I didn't know why, nor how long it would take, nor how fast.

I knitted scarves. I knitted socks. And vests. And sweaters. For me, for him, for friends. I knitted.

Knitting brought me joy, solace, peace. Knitting brought me comfort and peace. Knitting kept me sane.

For three years I knitted as I tended to a dying husband. Until finally he was ready to go. His tired brain had had enough.

I put down my needles.

I told him it was okay for him to go. I told him I would be okay. I told him not to worry. I told him I would carry on.

I told him I would knit on.

I knit; therefore, I am.

Bill

My sweet William

William Henry Schauer

December 28, 1943 - July 5, 2007

Good Night, my love. Sleep tight.

Godspeed, my love, till you are mine again.

My Two Homes

A tale of two countries. Mine.

Last week the Smithsonian Institution in Washington DC hosted the annual Smithsonian Folklife Festival on the National Mall. The festival showcases cultures around the world and the U.S. This year three cultures were selected: Northern Ireland, cultural roots of Virginia and life on the lower Mekong River. The Virginia celebrates the 400th anniversary of the Jamestown settlement. The Mekong River portion features life and culture of the people of the countries along the lower Mekong River: China's Yunan province, Laos, Vietnam, Cambodia and my native Thailand.

Isn't that a great coincidence? My hometown of Thailand and my adopted state of Virginia were celebrated at the same time! Two totally different cultures from the opposite side of the globe merged into one on the National Mall. I am so proud.

Here are some pictures from the festival. First Virginia.

This is a replica of the John Smith boat. Where is Pocahonthas?

Carving a mortar from wood..

And one from clay..

An early settler showing you how to make a wooden tomahawk.

And the essential whiskey barrel.

A native American dancing.

And an all-American quilt.

Now on to the Mekong River.

String musical instruments from northeastern Thailand.

Yunan people weaving.

And weaving from Cambodia.

A loom from Thailand.

And a close-up of the woven silk.

My two homes. I am so proud to be a part of both.