Friday, August 22, 2014

I Must Acknowledge

I can't let August 22nd go by without mentioning this.  Two years ago my Piccolo left me.  The pain of her loss has healed somewhat.  Not a day goes by that she isn't in my thoughts, but mostly as a happy memory.  Lots of things have changed since her death, including adopting my Mad, who is the happiest little addition to the household, and the impending departure from this place that didn't turn out to be the home that I wished for.   This photo is from 2008, with Piccolo curled up on a freshly made quilt that's currently on our bed.

Sunday, August 03, 2014

Rusty and Bo

My friends Rusty and Bo.  Lovely adorable people.  Not their real names, just what they call each other.  Empty nesters with creatures that happen to fall into the nest.  Their home always has a hum of activity while maintaining a peaceful mellow vibe.  A home with a soul.  Circumstances find them with three dogs.  They are going out of town, and I will be providing in home pet care to the two tiny dogs.  Madeline will be my assistant for this task, and I suspect the Man will tag along.  I'm going to be working, but it's going to be a mini stay cation!  They have a lovely home and yard, and I'm going to get some rest, and quiet.  This is a photo of the initial meeting of Mad and the dogs.  A little sniffing, a little exploring, and afterwards everyone fell asleep.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

There's A List

At last, the deal breaker was revealed by the crazy landlords, and now the Man agrees to move.  I knew it would happen eventually.  I'm looking at September 1st at the earliest and October 1st at the latest.  Now to pack up the headquarters and find a place to go.  In the meantime, I've amassed a list of tasks to do before packing.  The last part of July and first part of August is going to be just nuts.  I'm still angry at how I got into this situation in the first place, and the expense and sheer work of a move.   Until the meltdown in February, I was perfectly happy here despite the state of disrepair and the lack of amenities.  I am determined that the next Lucky Penny HQ will have some.  What I really desire is just a place that I can feel safe.
Weather wise, this has shaped up to be a pretty good summer.  Moderate temperatures, including some sweater weather!  The mosquitoes are huge, through, and I'm pretty chewed up.

Tuesday, July 08, 2014

It Was a Weekend

It seems like every year I have a dog, I grow to hate the Fourth of July holiday more.  I don't understand the fascination with at home pyrotechnics.  I had a little dog who was freaked out for days.  One seizure, and not eating very well.  I'm writing this post on my usual day off.  I'm on a self imposed deadline to write up a book proposal, but the noise in this residence is "off-putting" for doing anything creative.  Ear plugs are good.  Isn't this a cute photo of La Mad?  Photo credit to the Man.

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Fish Oil is Good

Fish oil.  It's been a running joke at the store.  About how we need it to boost our fading memories.  I downloaded this tunic pattern, Rosalinda, after seeing it at TNNA.  I'm knitting it in two strands of Shibui Linen in Suit, a lovely navy blue.  The color is deeper and more intense than the photo.  I'm reading the pattern, and the body increases didn't make sense to me.  I'm doing them in a different way. They will be coming from the center of the panels rather than at the sides.  It only made sense to me after examining photos of other people's garments on Ravelry.  The shame of it is that I teach people how to read and interpret patterns.  I also encourage people to correct mistakes and rip back if they need to.  Handmade not Homemade.   I am going to flagrantly disobey my own advice.  In my desperation for warm weather wardrobe, I am going to knit on.  The panels will look nice and fit into the stitch pattern, but will be different than the designer's vision.  If I make another, I'll do it right.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014


Summer is here in Chicago, and I am back to hating it.  I love wearing wool, and dreaming of and planning the making of wooly garments.  I'm back to sleeping on ice packs,  on the sofa under the ceiling fan.  Twelve weeks to go.  I understand why the murder rate goes up during a heat wave.  Clearly I'm not the only one irritated.  This photo is from a colder time, la Mad in a Shadow sweater from my book, Doggie Knits.

Saturday, May 31, 2014

Notes from the Razor's Edge

It's taken nearly five years to shake off my professional credential.  It was one I worked hard for twenty five years ago.  Going back to school as an adult and taking on student loan debt, and trying to fit into a culture that didn't understand me.  I made a decent salary, that hit a ceiling during the last ten years I worked.  I ended up doing everything I said I wouldn't do during my internship.  I worked in some pretty horrible places.  I had a resume that would always get me an interview.  Then I got older, and my profession got more crowded.  I had decided that an advanced degree wasn't an expense I wanted, as it didn't garner more income, now it is a necessity.  The same job I had eighteen years ago now requires a Master's degree.  The job didn't change, just the requirements.  In 2010 I had two interviews total.  My profession also required continuing education credits.  Since my credential no longer was serving as a safety net, I didn't feel that putting time and expense into it was warranted.  So, today it expires.
I'm thankful that I can knit and sew.  It sustained me as a creative outlet during some rough patches, and now it really sustains me.  The safety net is much smaller.  Even though I feel most times that I'm on the razor's edge, I still wouldn't go back.