Posts Tagged ‘Salem’


Tour de Fleece kept me very busy this weekend.  I was able to finish a skein of Polwarth from Corgi Hill in Melon.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA         Polwarth Single


Two Ply – 220 yards.


I finished up some Painted Sheep  that’s been hanging around FAR too long.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA         Pomegranate Tea – forgot how many yards.  Navajo ply.


I have also been working on my cashmere merino and cashmere silk on the spindles.


Today in the mail I got TWO packages.  One of fiber and one of yarn!!!! It’s Christmas in July at my house.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA         Jacie being the awesome person that she is – is sending me care packages in West Virginia.  She sent me that lovely fiber from Greenwood Fiberworks – aptly named Blueberry Smoothie in honor of my quest for blueberries last week.  If you can’t eat them… spinning them is second best.


Boyfriend person sent me 9 skeins of wool.  This wool comes from the family of his best friend.  Boy gets points on knowing I like yarn and sending it to me.  Boy fails at being able to tell me ANYTHING about said sheep.  It’s a very rustic wool.  I believe it was mill spun, no idea of the breed.  It smells slightly of sheep – which brought out sir fatness from his sleeping place underneath the bed. 

002 Oh yes… blurry because fat cat was rolling around in it licking the yarn.  HAHAHA… it was hilarious. 


OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA         Kitty is drunk on yarn fumes…. oh rough life.


So… the family that the yarn came from – the sheep belonged to his best friend and her mom sold the sheep while she was deployed in Iraq… sounds like something my family would do.  But I digress – I think she would really appreciate something made from the last wool from said sheep.  If I did my math correct I have somewhere around 1200-1300 yards.   It needs a good soak with some conditioner to see if it will soften up, but I was thinking a hat/mitt set and then something else….anybody have ideas on patterns?


So overall it’s been yarntopia over here in West Virginia.

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Pretty things

Traveling across the country twice in one week gave me lots of time to catch up on the Nefertiti knitting.  In fact I finished ahead of schedule.  Once I got through chart 14 it was time for the decreases and those flew by.  Jacie let me borrow her blocking wires, so yesterday morning I soaked the ball o’ lace and pinned it out. 


oooh pretty.  Now all I have to do is wait for it to dry and weave in the ends.  The color is still dark.  It did soften up after a good soak – and I added some conditioner to the water.  It bled a little, but nothing too dramatic.  Depending on the light it still looks black… I guess you convince me it’s navy someday.  But It definitely does not have the color variation I was expecting.


So with Nefertiti done it was time to dig into the bin of WIPs for the next project.  The Be Sweet Scarf fell out.  I will admit that I believe it took 30 minutes to finish the scarf.  Yes I had a several year old WIP that needed 30 minutes of work.  It’s just a plain knit 15 stitch scarf.  It’s not really my style of scarf – I might give it to one of my friends that does a bunch of breast cancer walks – the pinky color reminds me of that.



Kitty was a model in a former life.  Modeling is serious business or he’s completely embarrassed that I put a pink scarf on him.  Either way it highly amused me and that’s really all that matters.


That meant that I needed to get another project out of the bin.

Katherine Hepburn Cardigan is next up, along with Jeannie and Doctor’s Without Borders socks. 

Remember my inability to read patterns.  Well you know what… I still can’t read patterns.  I had to frog the front of the cardigan that was already started.  WS means wrong side in all world’s but mine.  And adding a selvage stitch at the correct end would be useful.  I wasn’t exactly sure where I was in the lace pattern anyway, but then I realized that my selvage stitch was at the wrong end and I started the whole thing over.  It wasn’t too traumatic – there was only a few inches.  Being a doctor easy work, reading patterns is hard.


I am spending most of the day sitting around knitting and napping.  I contracted some sort of cold nasty hacky cough snotty nose thing – I blame being on an airplane 4 times this week on that.  We have the hockey game tonight which I want to be well enough to not lose a lung during.  Happy Weekend to everyone.

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Oh poor kitty


Jacie and I had the brilliant plan to introduce furball (Salem the cat) and fluffball (Madori the dog) to each other this past weekend.

Background of Salem – he’s pretty much a dog.  He follows you around, he curls up in your lap.  He’s loyal and stupid.  I’ve contemplated teaching him to fetch.  He’s never been around other animals except at the humane society when I rescued him.  He loves all people.  We figured he’d love all animals too because as cute as he is.. he’s kinda dumb and he enjoys snuggling warm fuzzy things.

Well guess what… I actually own a cat.  He was in fact not keen on having a puppy play date.  He spent the first half of the evening hiding in the kitchen on top of the step stool (and yes I use that to get things out of the shelf – shut up I’m short).  He glared at the dog.  I think it was a combinations of “WTF is that that”  and “I AM THE ONLY SMALL FURRY THING AROUND HERE.” Minor the occasional squeaky noises Madori made, she was cool with the whole situation.  I do believe that the squeaks translate to “WE ARE AT ALLISON’S HOUSE,  I LOVE ALLIOSN.  CAN I EAT THE CAT FOOD.  PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IT’S SOOOOO TASTY!!”

Salem then moved from the kitchen and parked himself in the chair while Jacie, Madori and myself knitting and watched up in the air.  My cat’s favorite place is next to me on the couch while knitting.  It’s kitty mecca.  Warm body and yarn draped across him.  He wanted to be on the couch, but did not want to be near the dog.

Well apparently Salem also has the memory of a goldfish.  Every 15 minutes or so he’d forget the dog was there, venture over to the couch.  Get some pets from behind the couch, turn the corner as if to perch himself in the middle of the couch….and then he’d see the dog.  And the growling (from the cat) would resume.  He didn’t run away or swat at the dog.  Just growling.. not so much hissing… so he still might be a dog/cat.

I eventually coaxed him into my lap, put the blanket over him and he purred contently.  Out of sight, out of mind.  Remove blanket… growling resumed.

This is where I left him this morning… on the dreary nasty rainy day that it is.


It’s such a rough life the kitty lives….

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