Saturday, December 29, 2007

The Best Present


The best Christmas present I got this year came from someone I never expected anything from. I got $$$ to buy more yarn, and some lovely earrings from Buster, and some other fun stuff from various people, but this wrapping paper wins. What came in it is also the coolest: tongs for tea sandwiches. Stay tuned for pix of these amazing utensils. Thank you, Sean!!!

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Flying HIgh


Whenever I have a big party, I set up the bar first. Then everything else seems to fall into place somehow, and I'm certainly in much better spirits just envisioning the happy whistle-wetting which will soon take place. This year the holiday is at my house. Some time ago, my mother-in-law gave me a nativity set which has 3 St. Josephs, 4 Poor Shepherds, and 2 Baby Jesuses. I turn the extra St. Joes into more Wise Men, and the Poor Shepherds become a crowd scene. But you can't have 2 Baby Jesuses! So I took one manger boy away and put him on the bar between the Tanqueray and the Maker's Mark. His little fists are outstretched towards each bottle, like he can't decide which type of booze he wants to sample first. Bourbon or gin? Gin or bourbon? Sacrilegious, sure, but it makes me laugh. Happy Birthday, Baby Jesus!

Friday, December 21, 2007

Pictogram


Wait! Is anyone else out there as shocked as I was when I figured out what this picture is trying to say? Take 2 seconds....Does anyone else think it was worth the 5 bucks I paid for such a cheap (in all senses of the word) laugh?

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Hats


I have a serious addiction to making hats. Knit, sewn, crocheted, whatever. But mostly knit. All heads need hats, even hats that don't fit. "Seriously." Why is "serious" always the adjective of choice for "addiction?" Probably because it is rather dire when one stops doing absolutely everything else one is put on this Earth to do, including bathing and eating, but especially working and doing chores of any sort, in order to pursue the fix. I'm just very grateful my addiction is to hats and not to other more dangerous substances. Which isn't to say I don't need intervention! But here are some good things about hats as the substance of choice abuse: they won't rot your teeth or your liver, and they're handy for quick costume/mood changes. I really could just lie around making hats for hours and hours and hours. By doing so I've learned two-fisted Fair Isle and other haute école knitting skills, and my hands have gotten stronger. But my aerobic capacity has definitely plummeted and the publication date of Lucky Find Gazette #13 has been postponed until some hazy far-off future date. Ground Hog's Day? And I haven't read even the cheesiest, breeziest romance in months. Uh-oh.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Saggy Snood Saga


I knit this Chistmas hat for someone with a big noggin — but not that big! He'd have to have a head circumference of 29" in order for it to actually fit. The trouble began when I read my swatch as 6 stitches per inch instead of 5 stitches per inch. I don't know how I did that. Wine? Weak glasses? Partly it was due to the alpaca yarn, which looks thinner than worsted. So I had a preconceived notion that it would knit up smaller on #7 needles than my usual wool on #9 needles. It did not! Weird. Blame it on the defenseless yarn! I picked up stitches on the brim, decreased, and added some ribbing. Now I wear it as a snood. If I had 25 pounds of dreadlock to stuff up into it, it would look much better. However: it's soft, keeps my head warm, and hasn't been wrapped like every other hat I've knit this season.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Garden of Snowpuffs


This is the same shot of my garden as featured two days ago, six months later. It's snowing outside! One of the best things about growing weeds (i.e., "native plants") is how little work you have to do for four seasons of wild beauty.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Cold Weather Dreams


I dream about my garden in the summer sun when it's this ass-biting cold out. My hands are chapped from the weather and shredded from Christmas decorating and Christmas hat knitting, so I like to remember the soothing days of mud manicures while I relax with some wassail of the evening.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Yellow Chin


As I plan all of my holiday dishes, I realize that I'm going to have to go out and buy a lot more butter. Mashed sweet potatoes with spicy browned butter. Green beans almondine sautéed in butter. Butter-basted turkey stuffed with onions, garlic, thyme, and lemon. Cornbread stuffing baked with butter. Hot buttered Meyers rum. You get it. The only thing I'm cooking that won't be laced with sweet creamery butter is the cranberry chutney. How could something that makes stuff taste so dad gum good possibly be bad for you? I'm sure they'll someday discover it isn't.

Monday, December 10, 2007

Me On Vodka


Yes, that's me in the orange dress, at a holiday party over the weekend. I deviated from my normal red wine and had a (few) virtually calorie and carb free vodka cocktail(s). Vodka is not my drink. I don't feel the slightest bit inebriated after a (few) vodka cocktail(s). But somehow my face has turned red, my ears are full of high-pitched steam kettle whistles, and when I try to walk, I fall over! Without feeling even a little tipsy. Huh?

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Would You Wear This Hat?


Now, here's a really ugly hat I have a pattern for. But I'd never give away a copy of it, because no matter what color you knit it in, it would still be ugly. Even the model's lovely lipstick and well-shaped brows can't make it pretty. The world is already full of ugly hats, especially around this time of year. I know because I've just knit 10 for Xmas gifts!

Monday, December 3, 2007

Here, Kitty, Kitty!



Last night Bigfoot screamed to be let out at 2 AM, so we let him out despite the frigid temperatures, because what Bigfoot wants, Bigfoot gets. (If we hadn't let him out, he would have just jumped up onto the headboard, yowling, and dive-bombed us from there. Until we cried, "Uncle," and opened the front door. We know this from personal experience. ) I was worried about the cold, but not enough to stay awake. "He'll just scream when he wants back in," I thought as I nodded off. But this morning, instead of his usual screaming at the front door, he decided to scream from a new vantage point: the screen to our bedroom window. Which is about 5 feet from the ground. How he jumped and hung on without ripping the screen in two is a mystery. I opened the window and pulled him off the strangely intact mesh, and he immediately began purring with pride over his own athleticism and ability to keep us guessing.

Friday, November 30, 2007

Mark Twain's Birthday


Roughing It, the classic Western travelogue which Mark Twain wrote over 100 years ago, is timelessly funny. Chapters 31 through 33, especially, are always guaranteed to bring tears of laughter to my eyes. Every time. Without fail! (Click the link above then go to page 213 for the start of this particular passage.) I read these chapters every November 30, to celebrate my birthday — which I just happen to share with Samuel Langhorne Clemens himself. Yep. Jonathan Swift, Winston Churchill, Dick Clark, Shirley Chisolm, and Billy Idol, too. Happy Birthday to us!

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Pumpkin Goes Wild



Last night, about an hour after letting Canasta in and out for her evening numbers, I heard a scratching at the front door. When I opened it to see what the commotion was all about, in rushed Pumpkin, who had been our best behaved cat. Evidently she sneaked out under cover of darkness to roll around naked in cold, wet muck. Her underbelly and backside were covered with yuck and sandpapery leaves. Above are her before and after grooming pictures. Pumpkin was found 3 years ago in a big round bale of hay at a friend's horse barn. She was the size of a pom-pom, and definitely too young to be weaned. The vet assured us she'd always have "issues." But so far her only quirk is this: she hides under the bed blankets whenever she hears a lawn mower. She's grown into a healthy, glamorous long-haired beauty, who, up until now, has had complete disdain for all things outdoorsy!

Monday, November 26, 2007

Another World



Just found this kiddie astronomy text from 1930 in a thrift store. The illustrations are great: a biplane to the moon! After I got this I had a weird dream that combined Fair Isle knitting with a map to the stars. Knitting as a space travel device! How about a sci-fi story based on that premise? Maybe I'd have time to write it if I'd just quit knitting and blogging!

Friday, November 23, 2007

Thanksgiving Fair Isle


I knit this yesterday while everyone was snoozing in front of the football games after eating too much. I love knitting Fair Isle! It's like magic, the way a sequence of numbers becomes a colorful pattern. Fair Isle is one of those knitting hurdles, like lace, that I never thought I'd be able to jump, but by starting small with a hat it somehow became not only possible but enjoyable!

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Sneak Peek


Lucky FInd Gazette #13 will be coming out around my birthday November 30, give or take a month. This issue will be different from previous ones; it will only feature one amazing thrift store score, seen from 13 different angles, instead of the usual smorgasbord of 13 unrelated items. After #13, Lucky FInd Gazette will switch to a quarterly publication schedule. Look for the next one, Spring 2008, around the vernal equinox.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

9 Things I Learned in 90 Days


1. When I blog about knitting, I don't blog about junk. This was supposed to be a junk blog, but I have 24 knitting entries to 29 junk/thrift store score/doodad entries. I became obsessed with knitting 2 weeks into the blogathon, so that's why equal time was given to yarn. But there are at least ten million knitting blogs which post better (in the sense of nobler, finer, funnier, and more technical) things about yarn than I do. I will still show off my finished woolly projects, because all that work demands some fanfare, but from now on the junk entries will outweigh the knitting entries by at least 4 to 1.
2. I don't like yarn that smells like sheep stink, and neither does my husband. As a corollary to this truth, wool that smells the most like a barnyard is also the most expensive.
3. The Pursuit of Junk can be one Path to Enlightenment.
4. It's annoying when you spend a ton of time and money on a handknit sweater, and it doesn't looks as good on as something bought off the Wal-Mart clearance racks.
5. Junk is funnier than yarn, except when the yarn turns into something Hideously Ugly.
6. Sewing takes a fraction of the time of knitting, costs 1,000 times less, and usually results in a more wearable item.
7. Junk is Everywhere. You just have to Keep Your Eye Out.
8. Chihuahuas and cats are cuter than junk.
9. Never buy terry cloth tea towels that smell like 50 years worth of tobacco smoke, no matter how attractive the design. The stale cigarette butt smell is even harder to remove than sheep stink (see #2 above.)

Friday, November 16, 2007

Blogathon


My self-imposed 90 day blogathon comes to a close tomorrow. I'll be puffing over the finish line. Soon I can blog like a normal person, i.e., whenever the hell I feel like it, which will probably be closer to 2 or 3 days a week. Quality will then reassert itself over quantity.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Gotcha


Here's what I just got at the local Salvation Army Family Store in Florissant: a scribbled on paperback from 1970 called Twice-Knit Knitting, which is full of ugly pictures of twice-knits that "Can't run! Can't Unravel! Can't Snag!" but look about as comfortable to wear as sheet metal; a sad-eyed, big-eyed boxed wax angel ornament which still smells faintly of that quintessentail 70s perfume, Heaven Scent; a quilling kit; a bunch of old plastic hair curler pins (good for knit pinning); a cast-iron owl-shaped doodad; two metal file boxes (for that far-away dream day when I'll actually get organized); a package of miniature plastic trees; and a primer from 1964 on how to paint and wallpaper. Not a bad haul, but nothing worth scanning.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Cat Thoughts


I always know what Bigfoot is thinking. "Aren't I handsome?" and "I'm a pretty darn good knitter!" and "When are you going to take a picture of my good side?"

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Dog Thoughts


Doesn't Canasta look thoughful in this picture? I always wonder what she's thinking about when she has this expression on her face. Some of her expressions are much easier to read than others. For instance, I always know when she's thinking "I have to pee!" or "Gimme some food!" But in the photo above she could be thinking about anything: Polish experimental theater, as described in My Dinner with André, the classic art house movie we both watched for the first time a few nights ago, or the strange barnyard scent of the poncho she's leaning against, or belly rubs of days gone by.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Tale of a Hideously Ugly "Purse"


Does anyone remember The (Hideously Ugly) Skull Bonnet? (Shudder!) Well, I sawed away the exposed bone and made a Hideously Ugly Purse out of it. I can't think of anyone to give it to — why would I give a friend or family member something so yucky? And I'm not keeping it! Does anyone out there want to give it a home? (Someday soon, they may be starting a section at the local Goodwill for all of my failed knitting experiments.) This thing might be useful as a hot water bottle cover, if you don't mind extra scratchy wool next to your skin. Or you could use it to collect rocks with, but the rocks would have to be small enough to slide down its narrow neck. Okay, you could collect gravel with it. The knitting commandants say that you should let the yarn speak to you and tell you what it wants to be. Obviously this Noro Kureyon quite willfully wanted to be something Hideously Ugly, because everytime I put it on needles it just sort of made itself. Bluhhh!

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Sunday Is....


now Jean Harlow Film Star Card day. And why not? In this card, Miss Harlow looks like she tied one on the night before, and is so hungover she can scarcely hold up her platinum head. Poor baby.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Needles


These lovely Needle Books were found at the Missouri Council for the Blind thrift store on Olive. This place is crammed full of junk, most of it unworthy of mention. But the great thing about quantity is the odds: you will find at least one thing to bring home. But are you willing to wade through the crud? I junk by mood. Some days, crud-wading is an exciting adventure; other days my gift of psychometry makes it a chorus of too many sad auras. Right before I scored these, I'd been to the dollar store to buy 12 pairs of reading glasses — all of which I will have lost by next month — so a foray into a thrift store benefiting the blind seemed like a good idea. And obviously it was. (I need a 2.50+ reading glass magnification to thread a needle these days, but that's all right now, because I just purchased 2 new pairs in addition to my 10 1.50+ readers.)

Friday, November 9, 2007

Game Bird


Took a walk through the park in the fantastic weather yesterday and saw some sort of game bird which, as a non-birdwatcher, I couldn't identify — but it looked something like the fowl above.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Hot Sake


Very yummy night eating sushi. Too drunk on hot sake to say more.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

The Owl Sweater



After knitting 3 gift ponchos in a row, I decided that the planned Owl Cape needed to grow sleeves and become a sweater. Since I got a pile of Rowan Country #658 in Willow on sale (and after all those ponchos have the gauge of this yarn down pat), I decided to try my hands at a knit-from-the-top-down raglan pullover, using Maggie Righetti's Sweater Design in Plain English as a guide. Basically, her plain English boils down to: "Just use your common sense and knit the damn thing!" That sort of non-instruction suits my ornery Aquarius Rising brain fine. I sweated a little at the sleeve separation stage, but all turned out great! The garment fits beautifully, thanks to my secret patented bust shaping technique (no short rows involved). And the yarnover increases left lovely eyelets to thread an Owl Plaque bolo tie through. Now I just have to sew up the underarms, put the sleeves on dpns, and work decreases to the wrist. After that, I'll start slogging away at my sorely neglected Mushroom Sweater. But I doubt I'll ever work from the bottom up again. It's too much fun trying on the sweater as you go, and really keeps the motivation to finish high.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Pantsuits


By following Day 7, Week 2 of the 4 Week Beauty and Charm Course (see yesterday's post), "Set your wardrobe up elegantly and you'll look more elegant," I made a huge discovery: I don't have a single pantsuit! Jackets — check — pants — check, but none matches the other. So after I sew up a cape, I'm making one of the long-sleeved pantsuits above, though not in orange plaid, 1972's Fabric of the Year. My grandmother had about a thousand of these, in the same style, all made up in mill-end double-knit pastels. She could have used this very pattern! So far, my fabric stash still outbulks my yarn stash: I've got so much fabric to choose from, it may take a while to decide what kind to use. I think a vintage op-art barkcloth print would be quite stunning and now, though perhaps not quiet enough for anything but Resort Wear. Will keep you "posted."

Monday, November 5, 2007

Bandbox-Fresh


I bet everyone is wondering how I'm doing with the 4 Week Beauty and Charm Course as prescribed by Anita Colby's Beauty Book. Well, let's just say the course may take me a year or more to finish. But tonight I will Clean Out The Closet, because, as Ms. Colby rhetorically asks: "Your aim is to be a well-groomed, band-box fresh, spic-and-spandy girl isn't it? Hats fresh as daisies, gloves whiter than snow, suits brushed and pressed, nylons flawless, shoes gleaming." My suit isn't pressed, but my newest poncho (of 3!) is freshly blocked! (And PU, that Rowan Country yarn smells like the Elephant House when steamed.)

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Stardust


Jean Harlow is one of my favorite movie stars. Check her out in the 1932 gem Red Dust, where she plays a Saigon hooker named Vantine opposite Clark Gable's manly Indochine rubber planter. Classic Movies were so much classier before the Hays Code squelched reality.

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Exercise Regime


Pool is the perfect exercise for toning the hard-to-work elbow muscle. Lift those beer bottles and cues! And again!

Friday, November 2, 2007

Commemoratio omnium Fidelium Defunctorum



What do you think of when you think of El Dia de los Muertos, The Day of the Dead? Skulls, of course! Usually human in shape and made of sugar. But today let's celebrate All Soul's Day by talking about one of the coolest documentaries I've seen in a long time: Ray Bandar: A Life With Skulls. This 30 minute panorama "exploring science, art, and eccentricity" is a must-see for anyone interested in collecting, obsession, nature, and oddballs! And who is not interested in all of the above? No one reading this blog, I'm sure. The director, Beth Cataldo, is a friend of mine who lives in San Francisco and has always been a prism for the baroquely weird. In Ray Bandar she's found a perfect subject for her slant on life. Ray's a retired science teacher who's been cutting off the heads of faithfully departed beached marine animals for at least 50 years, and his exhibit of collected skulls recently filled a few halls at the California Academy of Sciences, where he's a field associate in the Ornithology and Mammalogy department. This is a man who knows how to accumulate! His home — filled with elephant pelvises, coiled rattlesnake skeltons, assorted witch doctor paraphenalia, and skulls, skulls, skulls — reminds me of the basement of the St. Louis Art Museum. That's where the tribal art collection lurks: primitive masks whose baleful blank gazes make jungle drums pound hectically in your ears. Western science is a thin veneer for stranger impulses in this documentary, which gave me a new appreciation for both the sculptural beauty of bones and the cleansing power of beetles!

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Hail, All Hallowed Ones!


I was baptised Catholic, but since childhood my religious beliefs have become more catholic. I like to celebrate November 1 not only as All Saint's Day, but also as the Celtic New Year. This is the day I think about my top 3 goals for the year ahead. #1 on the list is Do More Yoga. Yoga makes me feel like I'm flying, which is a good counter-balance to the gravitational pull of #2: Knit More Stuff. (I think it's important to include a goal you know you're going to actually accomplish!) #3 is Save Our Junk. I get kind of sick of junk from time to time (like now), and the accumulation of it is not something an aspiring neophyte yogini should even consider. Someday soon, along with pescatarianism, I'm going to have to give junk up. But I still feel that it holds some key to understanding the mysteries of human spirit and culture, if only I just think about it hard enough. Junk is my mandala. So for the next year and a day, anyway, I won't quit the mission of Lucky Find Gazette, even though I'm more than past ready to unload all my salvage work on eBay!

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Familiars



Happy Halloween from Bigfoot, his favorite witch, and Hangtree, TX!

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Sweater Girl



"It makes me look fat!" That's what Canasta said when she modeled the sweater I made her out of scrap yarn for practice before cracking out the Good Stuff (Rowan Country #650 Birch). "Bouclé? Garter stitch? Come on! This is not flattering! I'd rather be cold!" I think we may just skip doggie sweaters altogether. She hates to wear clothes. Notice her ears? They're in the down = discomfort position. As soon as I took off the ewe costume, her ears perked right up. So I've decide to save the rest of the 650 for a more appreciative audience, i.e., me. The poncho I made with it was met with oohs and aahs and rave reviews. I could make ponchos all day, and have before, too! They are easy, fast, comfortable, and no pattern is necessary. Charming!

Monday, October 29, 2007

Junk Tableau




One of the most fun aspects of having a bunch of junk is the way it seems to arrange itself into artistic statements, without any help from the collector!

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Chop Suey


Here's some wallpaper suitable for gazing at as you chew your Sunday evening Chinese take-out.

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Bug Dog Poncho



It's been suggested by more than one person that I knit Canasta a wrap, in tones worthy of her Sacred Blue coat. But early in our relationship, Canasta told me that her absolute favorite color in the whole world is pink — a color which is not necessarily good for her complexion. (Hence the pink Liberace cape.) So I've been searching all over for a suitable yarn. Yesterday I found it at Myers House: Rowan Country in "Birch." This yarn is a variegation of soft Chihuahua blue-grey mixed with greens, yellows, mauves, and yes, pink! (I might as well just sign away my life savings to Rowan right now, because I really love their $$$ yarns!) I got enough of this and some marled Big Wool in grey and natural to make ice skating ponchos for both Canasta and me. And I had to start on it right away because we're expecting our First Frost on Monday!

Friday, October 26, 2007

Living Dolls


Does anyone remember the Smiling Faces way back in Lucky Find Gazette #5? Well, the other day up in the Jerseyville Salvation Army thrift store, I found this booklet from 1972 which is entirely devoted to the embodiment of these happy plastic visages! Your choice of body includes: Mrs. Clown, Mrs. Farmer, Mrs. Santa, Mrs. Pilgrim, School Girl, and of course our cover model, DIxie Belle (though her hairdo looks more Marie Antoinette-ish than ante-bellum to me.) These darlings would go great with your collection of crochet poodle TP cozies!

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Bug Dog II


Aww, look at the cute little snuggle bug! Canasta still hasn't completely forgiven me for stuffing her into this costume.