So yeah it's been a while since I updated, figured I might as well, while we're sitting here watching Moonshiners because, well... I don't know. Apparently my inner rubbernecker wants to see if Tickle snatches that elusive Darwin Award this season.
Tickle. Honestly. I really hope that's a nickname or I have to wonder who named their kid Tickle. I also wonder how much of the show is even real because how do they not get arrested for having their faces right there on tv?
...Probably shouldn't spend that much thought on reality TV.
Bean is pretty much walking, has one tooth and the points of two others. I think MiniMonster is not entirely sure what to make of this massive change in his world. Suddenly his little brother can reach a WHOLE lot more.
I'm working with some of my gorgeous BuenaSuerte yarns, knitting an Color Affection shawl in the red and gold of the Tony and Pepper yarns. It needs a third color, but I'm waiting to decide until my skein of her "Teal Deer" colorway gets here. Technically it's a different base but they're supposed to be very close and work well together, and if it works it will be a great Arc Reactor Blue. Otherwise I don't know.
Friday, November 9, 2012
Monday, September 10, 2012
Friday, July 27, 2012
Pretty String
So I did my first venture into yarn dying on the stove. I didn't use Jaquard dyes, which are the more professional version, partially because they're toxic so to use them it's really a good idea to have pots and stuff that are just dedicated to their use, and since I wasn't sure how I'd like doing it... so that wasn't a great idea at the time.
I over dyed one skein (colored over color) and dyed two others. ((I'd post the information but the tags were 'vanished' by the yarn Mafia ((the kids))
We used food coloring and vinegar, and put it in a pot on the stove, since using food coloring requires acid (the vinegar) and heat (the stove) to set.
We learned a couple important things: One is that yarn, especially for over dying, sucks up food coloring like it's going out of style, especially if you want a rich, dark color. Second we discovered why you're supposed to make sure a skein is tied in several places before soaking it, because my first one came only tied in one place, I didn't add more ties... and it's going to be a 'Please untangle this' project for the husband.
I'll show you some pics later when I finish knitting up the green one ((assuming I actually have enough for the shawlette I'm trying to use it for.)) But here's everything!
I over dyed one skein (colored over color) and dyed two others. ((I'd post the information but the tags were 'vanished' by the yarn Mafia ((the kids))
We used food coloring and vinegar, and put it in a pot on the stove, since using food coloring requires acid (the vinegar) and heat (the stove) to set.
We learned a couple important things: One is that yarn, especially for over dying, sucks up food coloring like it's going out of style, especially if you want a rich, dark color. Second we discovered why you're supposed to make sure a skein is tied in several places before soaking it, because my first one came only tied in one place, I didn't add more ties... and it's going to be a 'Please untangle this' project for the husband.
I'll show you some pics later when I finish knitting up the green one ((assuming I actually have enough for the shawlette I'm trying to use it for.)) But here's everything!
Monday, July 16, 2012
Iron Man (Yarn) to the rescue!
So if no one figured it out from my earlier grumpy post, I was having a bad day, including being forwarded a bullshit pseudoscience article on why using moisturizer was going to give me Diabetes ((Certain people feel that the correct response to being angry is to indirectly wish harm on others by sending them "Scientific" proof that it will DEFINITELY (kindofmaybeintotallyunrelatedcircumstanceswithpoorevidence) HAPPEN. It's obnoxious, childish and vile. And maybe slightly insane.
ANYWAY: Went out to water the garden, and decided to check the mailbox just in case. Lo and Behold, the first shipment for Buena Suerte's "Shawarma" Yarn club had arrived!
The Color Genius Billionaire Playboy Philanthropist is as fantastic as it's namesake, bright sporty red with hints of Gold on a flashy, silky, luxurious yarn.
Buena Suerte is by the way a kick ass dyer and a fun and mouthy nerd. It's her first yarn club and I hope it's as successful for her as this yarn is gorgeous.
ANYWAY: Went out to water the garden, and decided to check the mailbox just in case. Lo and Behold, the first shipment for Buena Suerte's "Shawarma" Yarn club had arrived!
Buena Suerte is by the way a kick ass dyer and a fun and mouthy nerd. It's her first yarn club and I hope it's as successful for her as this yarn is gorgeous.
Ripened
It's been crazy hot recently, ninety degree days and the lot (this has inspired my mom to send me for the seventh or eighth time since I showed it to her years ago, to mail me an article on how they discovered that the world was actually hotter around the Middle Ages than it was for a while afterward.)
Our garden is doing fabulous, which is fun. Our Corn is right on track and the strawberry plants are doing well... now we'd be doing fabulous if the goddamn Chipmunk would stop stealing the strawberries. Oh I mean the poooor little cute rodent, it's not like there's not wild strawberries, an apple tree we don't eat from, or any other food for him... OH WAIT. THERE TOTALLY ARE. GET OUT OF MY STRAWBERRIES YOU LITTLE SHIT.
Bean has been enjoying the fruit season, though particularly he's enjoying his share of nice cold fruit from the fridge stuffed in a little strainer bag so he can nom it up without choking himself. It's kind of hilarious watching him cover himself with blueberry juice, and he enjoys chomping frozen mango chunks as a tasty version of a teether. Mango does unfortunately seem to give him super powers...
Well anyway it makes him wired.
Otherwise things have been fairly normal. The spot where I brilliantly managed to step on a bee, barefoot is healing fine ((other than deciding to send me into a frenzy of trying to make it stop itching this morning, but that's settled. I just need to leave it alone.))
Otherwise the other thing I need to play leave-it-alone on is parenting groups. sometimes I find them useful, but it seems more often than not they tend to be a judgy, preachy lot, half of whom I want to smack with something, even on Ravelry and I love hanging out on Ravelry.
I'm sorry but I just don't see it as a sign of the end times or bad parenting to use:
1: Disposable diapers over cloth
2: Strollers instead of Slings ((especially with larger munchkins who have reached spine damaging weights.))
3: Formula
4: Food that was not 100% organic with no sugar, salt, or the given OMGBADTHINGOFTHEHOUR.
Especially number four. One lady was loosing it because day care let her (no allergy or sensitivity) kid have an frozen juice bar. ((Juice, not sugar water.)), another was loosing it because her kid might have ingested -sugar- in a fruit smoothie... one of them was raging because their kid ate a gold fish cracker... another melting down because their kid ate some Jiff instead of freshly-ground-no-salt-no-sugar-no-flavor Peanutbutter...
I mean lets face it. Sooner or later, we're all going to eat something that's not a green veggie or drippy yogurt that comes in the flavor of 'sour and kind of gross'. Like as not we'll eat a processed hamburger or french fry at least once in our life. We'll consume meat we weren't accustomed to giving the odd carrot to, and god help us, we will probably LIKE the taste of salt, sugar, and fat in our food.
The world will not end. We will not suffer a instant stroke, we will probably not develop diabetes, or pack on a few stone for sighing longingly at a candy bar. Hell, a few seconds research will tell us that lots of people with weight issues aren't helped much, if at all, by totally cutting everything out and that dieting just makes a vicious cycle. We're learning a lot about people's predisposition toward heaviness and how much of it is genetic and not just food.
This doesn't make the desire to eat healthy bad, not at all, but at the point where you're creating an virtual religious rage filled inquisition over other people choosing to eat, and let their kids eat, the occasional McMeal, you've crossed a fucking line.
If you are accusing a mom of feeding her kid poison because they're drinking formula or eating a chicken nugget, YOU HAVE CROSSED A LINE.
If you are comparing using a stroller or eating a piece of chocolate to neglect and abuse: YOU HAVE CROSSED THE LINE.
All around us women are wondering why we can't seem to get ahead or manage to get together to do something about politics that keep cropping up with interesting ways to attack women's rights, or to stop abuse, and I can't help think that it Sure as fuck couldn't hurt if we gave ourselves a good hard smack in the head and stop fighting ourselves. How are we supposed to get ahead as a whole if we're so obsessed and filled with righteous rage over try to out superior each other over really stupid shit?
Also I'm going to change my password now because APPARENTLY Someone got into this account. I think I know who. HI! I CHANGED MY PASSWORD!
Our garden is doing fabulous, which is fun. Our Corn is right on track and the strawberry plants are doing well... now we'd be doing fabulous if the goddamn Chipmunk would stop stealing the strawberries. Oh I mean the poooor little cute rodent, it's not like there's not wild strawberries, an apple tree we don't eat from, or any other food for him... OH WAIT. THERE TOTALLY ARE. GET OUT OF MY STRAWBERRIES YOU LITTLE SHIT.
Bean has been enjoying the fruit season, though particularly he's enjoying his share of nice cold fruit from the fridge stuffed in a little strainer bag so he can nom it up without choking himself. It's kind of hilarious watching him cover himself with blueberry juice, and he enjoys chomping frozen mango chunks as a tasty version of a teether. Mango does unfortunately seem to give him super powers...
Well anyway it makes him wired.
Otherwise things have been fairly normal. The spot where I brilliantly managed to step on a bee, barefoot is healing fine ((other than deciding to send me into a frenzy of trying to make it stop itching this morning, but that's settled. I just need to leave it alone.))
Otherwise the other thing I need to play leave-it-alone on is parenting groups. sometimes I find them useful, but it seems more often than not they tend to be a judgy, preachy lot, half of whom I want to smack with something, even on Ravelry and I love hanging out on Ravelry.
I'm sorry but I just don't see it as a sign of the end times or bad parenting to use:
1: Disposable diapers over cloth
2: Strollers instead of Slings ((especially with larger munchkins who have reached spine damaging weights.))
3: Formula
4: Food that was not 100% organic with no sugar, salt, or the given OMGBADTHINGOFTHEHOUR.
Especially number four. One lady was loosing it because day care let her (no allergy or sensitivity) kid have an frozen juice bar. ((Juice, not sugar water.)), another was loosing it because her kid might have ingested -sugar- in a fruit smoothie... one of them was raging because their kid ate a gold fish cracker... another melting down because their kid ate some Jiff instead of freshly-ground-no-salt-no-sugar-no-flavor Peanutbutter...
I mean lets face it. Sooner or later, we're all going to eat something that's not a green veggie or drippy yogurt that comes in the flavor of 'sour and kind of gross'. Like as not we'll eat a processed hamburger or french fry at least once in our life. We'll consume meat we weren't accustomed to giving the odd carrot to, and god help us, we will probably LIKE the taste of salt, sugar, and fat in our food.
The world will not end. We will not suffer a instant stroke, we will probably not develop diabetes, or pack on a few stone for sighing longingly at a candy bar. Hell, a few seconds research will tell us that lots of people with weight issues aren't helped much, if at all, by totally cutting everything out and that dieting just makes a vicious cycle. We're learning a lot about people's predisposition toward heaviness and how much of it is genetic and not just food.
This doesn't make the desire to eat healthy bad, not at all, but at the point where you're creating an virtual religious rage filled inquisition over other people choosing to eat, and let their kids eat, the occasional McMeal, you've crossed a fucking line.
If you are accusing a mom of feeding her kid poison because they're drinking formula or eating a chicken nugget, YOU HAVE CROSSED A LINE.
If you are comparing using a stroller or eating a piece of chocolate to neglect and abuse: YOU HAVE CROSSED THE LINE.
All around us women are wondering why we can't seem to get ahead or manage to get together to do something about politics that keep cropping up with interesting ways to attack women's rights, or to stop abuse, and I can't help think that it Sure as fuck couldn't hurt if we gave ourselves a good hard smack in the head and stop fighting ourselves. How are we supposed to get ahead as a whole if we're so obsessed and filled with righteous rage over try to out superior each other over really stupid shit?
Also I'm going to change my password now because APPARENTLY Someone got into this account. I think I know who. HI! I CHANGED MY PASSWORD!
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Yarn Enabler
My husband is a total knitting enabler... which is a wonderful thing
I think. Better that than being married to someone who goes up a tree
at the word 'yarn' or 'knitting'.
We actually got to go by the yarn store today (no kids along to keep out of everything), and he's wandering around behind me making recommendations "I'd go with that green rather than those colors..." nudging me toward books "See anything you like?" and making suggestions. "You should check out these outdoor knitters chairs."
Me: "Aren't they just fold out chairs?"
Him: "No see they've got all these storage things on the side and this thing here..." (points to little fold out tray to set your knitting on.)
Me: ooohhhhhh.
Him: *laughs*
And he was even cool with me getting a project bag. I saw some with sheep that I thought were cute, but not 'gotta have', then realized they had one with a ram on it on nice neutral fabric and was just crazy cute.
Me: Ooh, I like him... and I think he's the only one...
Me: ... semi-jokingly cuddles bag.
Him: ^_^ Get it!
I also picked up some food coloring to maybe try dying yarn with. I debated putting it back after dyeing the potential color combos on the back of the packages, because I don't HAVE yarn to color, and had further conversation with him.
"They had undyed yarn at (The Yarn Store). I thought you weren't interested."
Me: Ooh, no actually I just didn't see it.
Him: Well get the dye, it'll keep. ^_^
I LOVE THIS GUY. He's amazing in so many ways. Also I think he's secretly and sneakily trying to make me feel less guilty about enjoying my hobby.
...I might be side eyeing some bare yarn on knit-picks even as we speak.
We actually got to go by the yarn store today (no kids along to keep out of everything), and he's wandering around behind me making recommendations "I'd go with that green rather than those colors..." nudging me toward books "See anything you like?" and making suggestions. "You should check out these outdoor knitters chairs."
Me: "Aren't they just fold out chairs?"
Him: "No see they've got all these storage things on the side and this thing here..." (points to little fold out tray to set your knitting on.)
Me: ooohhhhhh.
Him: *laughs*
And he was even cool with me getting a project bag. I saw some with sheep that I thought were cute, but not 'gotta have', then realized they had one with a ram on it on nice neutral fabric and was just crazy cute.
Me: Ooh, I like him... and I think he's the only one...
Me: ... semi-jokingly cuddles bag.
Him: ^_^ Get it!
I also picked up some food coloring to maybe try dying yarn with. I debated putting it back after dyeing the potential color combos on the back of the packages, because I don't HAVE yarn to color, and had further conversation with him.
"They had undyed yarn at (The Yarn Store). I thought you weren't interested."
Me: Ooh, no actually I just didn't see it.
Him: Well get the dye, it'll keep. ^_^
I LOVE THIS GUY. He's amazing in so many ways. Also I think he's secretly and sneakily trying to make me feel less guilty about enjoying my hobby.
...I might be side eyeing some bare yarn on knit-picks even as we speak.
Monday, July 2, 2012
Bean
Bean is getting bigger whether or not I care to admit it, and this does involve leaning to feed himself...
Yeah, tell me you didn't see that coming.
Yeah, tell me you didn't see that coming.
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