And So My Stuff Arrives

At last all of my stuff arrived at the new house.  The movers showed up last Friday bringing my boxes, furniture, and the accumulation of my life.  I had these poor guys stuff my stuff in every possible nook and cranny we could find.  I am a bit overwhelmed by the lack of organization and the inability to even find the power cord of my cd player in the mounds of things here.  How did my life get so out of control?

Natalie tells me not to worry, I have the rest of my life to get everything in order.  I have to wonder if that will be enough time to get my life reorganized and under control again.  Wish me luck.

Falling Off the Yarn Diet Wagon

Dream in Color, Smooshy (I can thank Siri for this purchase).

With all the drama of moving my wife and I decided to curtail our fiber habit by going on a yarn diet.  I tried to think of all the yarn I was going to have to move.  This strategy worked, I did in fact not buy any yarn for several months.  However, now that I am moved in I have rewarded myself by throwing myself off the yarn diet wagon right in a big old pile of yarn..  I bought some Berroco yarn, which was on sale, for a vest.  Thanks to the enabling of the always helpful Siri I bought 2 sumptuous skeins of a Dream in Color cashmere/merino blend sock weight yarn.  I have a pattern for that too.  Next came 2 skeins of Black Bunny Fibers, Sister Silk.  I am still searching for a good pattern for the silk.  Finally, I found some Ella Rae cotton in a clearance bin, and thought I would knit a hand towel for my new bathroom. Yup that is me wallowing around in that cashmere, silk, and cotton.

Black Bunny Fibers, Sister Silk (I admit I was seduced by the color)

Blue Horizons Circa 1974

After traveling over mounds of stashed yarn, struggling through pages of difficult instructions, and hours of strenuous hooking I have completed my Blue Horizons crochet project (cue over the top music).  Okay, I finished my afghan, my first, and maybe last afghan.  Relieved to back to my sticks and leave the hooks behind.  I used up 3/4 of my Mission Falls stash and hooked about 4000 yards of yarn.  Yes, that afghan has over a mile of yarn in it.  Of course we are on the cusp of Summer and I don't think I am ready to cuddle up with my a wool afghan. Fall will come my pretty.

The original pattern had blues and purple aptly named Blue Horizons.  As I love green and I have a lot of green yarn I decided green it would be.  I added snaps of reds, balanced by a blue and some purples with black for the borders.  In the end I think the colors remind me the early 70s when my mom put in an avocado kitchen accenting it with autumnal colors.  I loved those colors then, I love now and I love this crocheted afghan. 

I need to thank my friend, and teacher, Suzanne, for all the help along the way.  Thanking her and the rest of my crocket group for the patience and assistance to get me to this beautiful finished project.  Feeling I have earned my crochet afghan merit badge.

I Do Not Have the Power

 

 

As you can imagine with the move everything is in chaos.  I find myself surrounded by boxes, lots of boxes.  Even something as simple as the cord to my cd player has become big drama.  I know it is here, in a box, laughing at me.  I went back to Casa de California and nope not there either.  I took my frustrated self to Target and guess what I could not even find cd players. I found lots of cords but nothing even remotely looking like a power cord to an old fashion cd player.  I tried to ask one of the associates to help me, but it was as if we were speaking 2 different languages. I tried the internet, again it was as if I were typing in archaic codes.  I lamented my cause to my sister and she was not sympathetic.  In fact, I could hear her eyes rolling on the other side of the phone.


After having a temper tantrum in front of Natalie she had mercy on me and went on her own quest for the lost power cord.  My wonderful wife went to Best Buy and told them my saga, but again there was no power cord for sale.  One of the associates looked around the back room and actually found an orphan cord and sent it home with her.  My hero showed up with the new cord, but it did not fix my cd player. Again I was sad, but my wife happened across the Wii and low and behold its cord actually fit my cd player.  I turned on my music and did a happy dance for Natalie.

Granted I still had Pandora and my Walkman while I was searching for the cord, but I wanted control of my music.  I know some of you are wondering why I just don't go completely digital? I like my cds, I like my cd player. Now, I just need a new cord for the Wii.