So, I have added all of my UFO’s (Unfinished Objects) to my Ravelry notebook so I will have to be forced to deal with them. Not too terribly bad-while I have technically 4 WIP’s (works in progress) my only abandoned for the time being UFO’s are a headband and a pillow, the Tumbling Blocks pillow to be exact. It is giving me a rash just thinking about it because I don’t like intarsia and no matter how much I practice I still suck at it. I suppose I am coming to terms with the fact that I don’t HAVE to be good at colorwork just because other knitters are and I am becoming okay with this although part of me wants to keep going to see if I “get it” but the other part wants to rip it now so I don’t have to be disappointed with the final product later. The yarn is so pretty (Rowan, yum, yum) I’m thinking of making an entrelac scarf out of it, but I just don’t know… yet, so I’m sittin’ on it for the time being.
Also- look what got FOUND!

Yep. That is one found alien illusion scarf. It was at Jeff’s Daddy’s house. I washed it by hand then hung it inside out to deal with the “roll” issue (which, when he starts wearing it, will only start to roll again. I may take the new slick sewing machine and “line” the wrong side of this scarf with some jersey or something to help it lay flat, I’ll talk to the boy and see what he wants. I’m really glad he found it, I was a bit bummed it was gone. So he is officially OFF the hook … (for this.)
Ok, what else? OH! Since I now fancy myself a seamstress and seem to think I can tackle a GARMENT- I think I may try a garment! My mother says she will talk me through any difficulties, but I think I will start with a simple, wrap skirt- but I want it to feel “vintage” so I think I’m going to use this tutorial and make a black and toile one (I lurrrrrrrrve toile!) We shall see. So many projects, so little time. Jeff is also going to assist me in the casting of some resin jewelry (I had a stroke of brilliance recently that I’ll blog about at a later time because it is a surprise for someone dear that may or may not be reading.) I’m knitting something also in secret so that can’t really be discussed either (but it is in my Ravelry file here if you can’t stand the anticipation.)
Hmmmmmm. One more thing- it has recently come to my attention that my grandmother is damn funny. Also because she is still with us (boy is she ever with us) I should be supremely grateful. So in the spirit of gratefulness (and funniness) I’m going to start telling some of her stories in my blog- maybe I’ll call it “Granny’s Corner” (lordy she would hate that). She also hates this picture (that I copied onto fridge magnets and gave to her children at Christmas… hee hee.)

Fist installment: Tales of a Slightly Pickled Southern Grandmother? (yeah, I need to sleep on this one.)
So, my Mamama lives in a pretty swanky retirement community in my little town (how convenient, right?) and she INSISTS on calling it “The Home” when it is anything but. I would say she likes to push buttons, but that would be making nice of the true issue, Grandmother likes to f*@k with people. Imagine a community of active seniors, all walking (or rolling) around wearing name tags and constantly greeting one another with various degrees of recognition. When asked “How are you” most respond with “Fine” or “Good.” Not my old lady, she says “Mean.” She gets endless entertainment about doing this because sometimes the inquirer doesn’t hear her or just assumes she said either “Fine” or “Good.” She gets more enjoyment when they merrily say “Greeeaaaat” after she says it. When they do, on occasion, happen to hear her, normally the LOL’s (Little Ol’ Ladies) like to say things like, “Nooo, you aren’t mean!” (and obviously they don’t know her.) This almost called a rumble in the line in the cafe the other day when one woman greeted her with “There’s that mean lady!” and then another lady in line got miffed and said “No she is NOT!” All while MMM (Mamama) looks on with glee, I can imagine a spark in her eye at what she had created. Pretty evil, huh?
She says this to Jeff when he greets her too. It cracks him up. She confided in me that her reasoning is that she doesn’t want to be a hypocrite and say she is fine when she isn’t, her arthritis is starting to bother her something fierce and her neck hurts and she is old so she figures rather than lie, mess with people.
I suppose I support her “shaking things up” over yonder at “the home” if it is for the sake of truthfulness.
More to follow…