Don't Trust the Fairie

I grew up with Irish music and stories. I have to laugh at the new trend in little girls treating Tinkerbell like Barbie. Don't they know that fairies will trick you, switch your child and enslave you? Remember, Tinkerbell tried to kill Wendy.
I'm not a big Disney fan, either.
But it is Hallowe'en and this is my Grade 10 daughter looking enchanted in her costume she made herself. Thanks Alison http://alison.knitsmiths.us/ for the tutu tutorial.
And yes, this fairie had an altercation with her teacher yesterday when he questioned her authority. Very Disney with all the special effects. Today seemed to be the remedy, but it's cold and rainy (as always) for the little trick or treaters.
I had my last lab: central lines, PICC lines, TPN, PCAs and most of the rest of the alphabet. I sucked it up, took control, and booked my skills test for the middle of November. So now my fear has a deadline. It's a tough thing to study for. I remember the casualty simulations in the Medical Corps. They had quite a festive atmosphere (and lost of simulated blood). Here I get to be in the lab (not in the field) and I get to verbally identify my mistakes rather than being expected to not make any at all. Now then, (oops) I've just broken the sterile field... again.
Not this weekend. Tomorrow is clean up at the camp and I sing at church on Sunday, the only song I have ever written.
Now I shall mindlessly knit in circles as the Pi shawl develops.

Fighting For It

Since January adn the beginning of my course, I have had to give up a lot of my creative creating. I still knit. That is a regular nursing duty. But today I did some ribbon embroidery and made some thank-you cards. Most of my creating has been focused on caring for others and showing my appreciation for them.
It's hard to keep your head down, regurgitate data, squeeze the dormant grey cells and explore no further than "Critical Thinking".
So today, in the shadow of Christmas (OK, more like Hallowe'en) I started heating up the inovative juices.
I like making things with no pattern from the scraps in my basement. Hence the scrappy basement. I gave up a lot of crafts to have a manageable house. My kids grew up and weren't so interested in play dough. But I have always made things. My sewing machine is out and taking up the half of the dining table that my nursing books do not cover.
I never intended to spend so much time studying. It was advertised as a part-time course, but none of us can imagine that. 3 years of work and practice summed up in a few months.
I'm on the good end of the tunnel, though. The family has learned to get by without my constant intervention. I know, it was too much mothering. But I'm still getting the flack tonight from the teenage daughter. One of our first big big storms.
Tomorrow I drive away before she's up. I can't say I'm sorry to not be here to say once again that I won't drive them to school.

I was a fan of Disc Drive. And Here's To You, and the morning music show. Ironically, I won a CBC mug in the last request show. And now I don't really listen. Too much change. I may go back and get to know the new people, but I am hurt that my taste is undervalued. It's different when they were invited in to your house while you had your morning breakfast or cooked supper.
This is a huge time of change for me and defining (not redefining) my self. What really matters. I have had such a time crunch- how do I priorize? How do I fit it all in and still have time to create? Some how.

Storing My Ideas

I have now graduated to the "naked desk". When I wake up in the morning, the only thing I have left on my desk is my planner (D*I*Y* Planner). These baby steps are starting to make a difference. My papers are being filed in the right places, my homework is done and handed in. I went to a meeting today and said "no" to a few tasks because I just couldn't see myself honestly doing them. Normally I would say yes and then phutz and quiver with guilt, and then start practicing my apologies. This is much quicker to me not doing something that doesn't need to be done by me and doesn't fit into my own priorities. Good idea, why don't y*o*u* do it?
When I am done my studies, I hope to slide my organization skills into my stash. D hates the look of my yarn in baskets and containers. I had a lovely cubby system that held small plastic bins of yarn. But he moved the wool into the pantry. I rather like the look of this cupboard.

http://ikeahacker.blogspot.com/2008/09/toy-storage-cabinet.html

I could probably find space for that in the music room that used to be my very own office. That way I won't have to wade through the recycling and bulk foods to eyeball my dreams.
What do you use?

Temptations

I have had a poor sock year. I knit a jaywalker in lovely dark Mountain Colours and then ripped it in March, or so, because some of the decreases didn't work. I told myself I needed to knit the dark yarn in brighter light.

I cast on brighter blue. Knit and re-knit, I tell you. Then the foot was too big. So I knit the second foot smaller and ripped back the first foot. I don't want to wear them. They're just a titch small and so they are a gift for my sister who has a titch smaller foot. Plus she took pictures of my feet in my red sock like a hunter on safari.

I bought amazing sock yarn this summer. Just a few skeins. But there it languishes in the basement pantry next to the laundry soap and cans of pineapple and mushrooms.

Then, on Friday, I get an idea to make my Grandma a blanket- to keep her cozy in her little apartment and maybe go with her to the hospital. As a nurse I feel strongly about tags that mark a patient as loved and important. Make them. Accost the nurses- this is my Grandma and she is loved and important.

Just as I adopt the runty kitten, I spoil the neglected sweet patients who deserve more attention and love from their significant others.

I have said before that baby sweaters are my socks. I'm hot flashing all over the place and buying lighter weight socks, so I won't be wearing warm cozy socks for a while.

But I am so tempted by all the socks on the net. The sock yarns are amazing. Harry Potter sock yarn? How can I resist? I hope I'm not doomed to make "clever" scarves and other items out of this great yarn.

I have a sock cast on in a travelling bag. But I have a big blue blanket at hand.

Try Harder

Fall is coming to our valley. The trees and mountains are turning golden. It is crisp in the morning and sometimes foggy. This is a long season for us. It has been surprisingly free from rain, so the leaves are showing their colours.
Listening to Merlin Mann (of 43 folders) on CBC Spark- try the podcast- was interesting. The show is about technology and culture. Now I'm not that deep into technology, but I love sociology, archeology- culture. He said to really narrow the focus of your blog. I know, this is a knitting blog, but knitting affects many areas of my life. And this is a blog about the knitting in my life. Still, I'll try to keep the knitting focus.
Then he said to just keep trying harder. He's right. This is writing. But some of my favourite blogs are just conversational. I pick up so much from the stories and projects posted.
The blue pi blanket is growing. I had to duck out of my daughter's music practice to buy some circulars and keep the stitches from leaping off the dpns. I've already knit those 24 rows and am on the next increase. It seems to go so quickly. So satisfying. I know it will slow down as the diameter grows, but I'm prepared to distract myself with some simple lace. Unfortunately the Grandma for whom I am knitting spent the weekend in the hospital. It's just for observation from medication change, but it was the big new hospital across the road- not the one in her complex. I think of her warm brown bread and local honey and say a little prayer.
I bought honey at the local place on Saturday and ended up engulfed in a bus load of Japanese tourists. Who knew? I always try to have some of this delicious honey on hand for gifts. It even had "Chilliwack" on the label. Sorry it's not good for mailing.

Black Diamond also grew. This is a lot of acrylic. The silk is calling to me. But they are gifts I want off the needles. We watched a video lastnight and I finished the first repeat and then some. I'm finding it a challenge to count each knit row. Hence the simpler stockinette in the round of the pi.

Emily's inaugeral practice of the Chilliwack Metropolitan Youth Orchestra was stunning. She and her friend played french horn. I knew so many of the people there. Parents I went to school with, other skating moms, a nurse who taught me in Calgary Childrens' Hospital, the son of my math teacher. And they played the music through the first go. Impressive. I'm looking for a suitable practice space this week. Today she walked with me and the dog. It was a nice time to chat with a lower level of drama.

I take my last lab class this week. Shocking. Like getting your drivers' license, you're never entirely ready. I want to get on the floor for my preceptorship on "telemetry", but I am wanting to stay in this supported student/ lab environment, too. I'll have at least 2 weeks of practice before I can test. I'm making cards to identify the most important information, but there's just too much. I hope this system works. I don't think it helps to try harder unless you try smarter.

Idle Hands

Idle hands are the devil's workshop. That's what I read today in the Yarn Harlot's book. Did it ever bring back memories. Not all good. I used to go with my sister to visit our Grandfather at the church camp where he preached. Nanoose Bay Nanaimo. He was all fire and brimstone. And Grandma D was harsh. She tried to teach me to knit several times because I begged, but, being a lefty, it was a steep learning curve. We were her cross to bear. Noisy, active little girls who couldn't nap in the day so they could stay up all night for the tabernacle.
In contrast, my Grandma Friesen is shy and quiet and hard working. 12 dozen buns every Saturday and cinnamon buns for her seven sons. I spent so many hours in her kitchen, helping her cook, or sitting next to the furnace while the uncles joked. I practiced on her piano afterschool. My dad and my son are quiet like her.
Well, she's in a home. I made D's grandma an afghan last year. Why not one for my sweet G'ma. She's also in an apartment in a multi-level care housing complex. It's not in our town (long story) so I don't see her much. I bought this soft blue acrylic (hospital friendly) and I think I'll make another pi shawl. I need a travel project and I would love to give her a hug.

This is my classroom. There are 10 beds and 10 dummies with interchangable genitalia. We practiced tracheostomy care on this poor guy today.

Happy skeleton helps us with chest assessment. Don't worry he's plastic. Behind him is the chart of our Nursing Scope of Practice. A huge document that has changed our approach. Our poor young instructor has made the mistake of referring to "the olden days" (when we were practicing). We really tease her about that. "What would Laura Ingalls Wilder do?"


And freaky "granny passedaway" keeps us on our toes. She is so ready for Hallowe'en. It was a good class but I'm exhausted. D's on call, so I have a bit more schedule freedom this weekend. I stayed up a bit later last night and got a good lot done on the black diamond. Hope to knit a bit and sit. I'm mostly over my cold, but time seems to have slipped away while I was down.

Lots of Sound

Tuesday night was the highschool band concert. What a rush! My little girl played french horn in the concert band, sang alto in the vocal jazz, played trumpet in the jazz band, trombone in the jazz combo and then snare drum in the drum line. I loved it. Gagnon, the teacher, made me hostess and dispatcher of programs, which I did right next to the donation jar. I also got roped into the 50/50 which was fun (I always say I hate it) and had a big winner. Counting the money was tricky, but Jean and I have done it together before on pizza day. Her son played his Beethoven- wonderful!

With the intention of simplifying my crazy life, I bring you some solutions. This is my kitchen mat at the sink. We need something soft there. It picks up a lot of the spills and such. This is a non-rubber backed bath mat in a low pile and neutral colour. I have two. I can always (flip it over) throw it in the wash and put down a clean one. I have 2 back door mats, too. If I was smart, they'd be the same.


We have a big black dog. I found this boot tray after months of searching. Her oversized dishes fit on it. I can wash it in the sink when I mop the floor and the dishes too. Even my very-tidy oldest sister thinks I buy a new one all the time.

I have had two days at home to catch up on the big: miscellaneous. Whew. My list is so long. I miss Long Lake in Whistler and put this here to distract you.


A final solution (not the final solution. you know that). I want to have some bright cushions in the mostly neutral living room. I refuse to pay $35 for something that would take me 10 minutes to sew. Neither do I have the tie to drive to and scour the high end fabric shops. My solution is to make my own needlepoint cushion. I've done it before. But I can't pay $160 for a kit. I am the maker of my own prolems.

Because I can't work from a chart any more (not enough brain left) I found the pattern I wanted, blew it up and copied it onto canvas. Cheapola!

This is the Strawberry Thief from William Morris. I saw the original at the Victoria & Albert Museum in London. I have a tangle of needlepoint yarn, and Hanne at my LYS said I can use "Smart" sport weight, too. I love that idea and they have a wonderful tapestry blue.

I'm not loving the black diamond shawl. I have a Christmas deadline and so many hoops to jump through and cram in before that. I resent it just a little. Also it's for a friend who feels a bit cheated on her 50th birthday (not my fault). Am I trying to put salve on my own guilt?

Solution: just knit the next stitch. Just knit the next row.

What are the solutions to your life problems?

Slow Food

I'm part of the "Slow Food" movement. I got the craziest look at a party a while ago. But my kids have been trained to answer to "What is the secret ingredient?"... "Time" they say with their eyes rolling. But I'm serious. There is no substitute for a good long cook on the stove or in the oven. On Wednesday I was home last week (the other days were in the lab), so I made supper and I also cooked down some onions for French Onion Soup. This is a real favourite in our house. It doesn't take a lot of work, but it takes about 3 or 4 hours for those 6 giant walla walla sweet onions to cook down to carmelized.
Yum. A bit of olive oil and a bit of butter. The trick is to have really good broth. If you can't make it, I've been enjoying Campbell's organic chicken lately. And I like to use "Herbes de Provence". I forgot to put red wine in this time. Of course the fresh baguette is a must. It was a nice treat to come home to D heating it up and getting the dinner ready.
October's square was also from Alice Starmore's Inishmore. I loved this one. I set it up for the carpool commute and finished it Saturday night. Just as well because I'm a bit stuffed up and stupid now.
Miss February had her debut at a birthday lunch and was very comfortable. It's a big deal for me to have a sweater that fits. At first I had the wrong buttons! They were too small. So back to the fabric store for more. It just takes time. The sewing is quick. I even had to give the website to the check out girl at Safeway and there are few things more satisfying than that.
The new buttons had been my second choice, and next time, at 60% off, I'll just buy both sets and save myself a trip.
On Friday night D took our kids and youthgroup to the corn maze. Unfortunately God decided to rain down on them heavily. They were exhausted. And I had to be a nice spouse and drive Emily to her thing early Saturday morning. I didn't feel guilty sitting at home with my knitting and a Cranford DVD. We love Elizabeth Gaskell.
While in the city of Abbotsford (30 minutes west) I decided to poke around at a few shops. Michael's had Paton's Classic Merino on for $5 a ball, so I got enough for a nephew sweater in sweatshirt grey. That's all I've seen nephew six wear. I also bought some tulle for a tutu Christmas present a la "the Blue Blog". I'm sending it to a girlie girl cousin in California.
At Rietman's I found a few t-shirts to replace my plethora of turtlenecks because there's no way that I can manage with a covered neck when the thermostat starts fritzing. I know when this started. I think I'm going to invest a year or so before I see the doctor because I don't want to take hormones. Like I told him, "I didn't take anything for puberty." I just bought plain brown and black and grey. I tend to brighten up my wardrobe with scarves and jewellery. I'll bet you do too.
On the plus side, lighter sweaters also look better on big girls, according to Amy Singer.

Autumn Light

Miss February is very please with herself and the gentle blocking that did not stretch her too much (I hope). She is made of lace, so I made the sleeves a titch short and the hem, well, I don't know. She's taking her time drying in the sunny spot in the living room. I'll have to practice flute somewhere else.
Buttons were easy to find and hard to photograph. I hope you can see how quirky cute they are. And more than half price! I'll get them on as soon as her lay about is done.
Couldn't resist another Whistler picture. The leaves here are green and then they go brown and wet and make mush on the ground. Today is sunny, so I'm good with green.
My niece has joined Ravelry. What a great surprise. She has started spinning (like her mom, my sister) and it has taken off for her. In defense, she has learned to knit again. What a great young artist she is. Say hi from me if you come across "electrictree" on Ravlery and give her some of that beginning support we all need every day.
This is a crazy week of driving in to Surrey. I'm glad for my carpool mate. I really feel pretty confident with sterile technique (it hasn't changed) and I always was good at changing dressings. I found a method to compile some of the information on cards to weed out the noise. I should get back to that. But thanks for keeping me company here and posting on your own blogs to keep me going.

There Was Pie

We feasted yesterday. Mom had a full turkey dinner, eventhough it was just my little family. We enjoyed it anyway. And that meant there was more pumpkin pie for all. I haven't made pastry in so long. I was not on my game. My hands are no longer freezing cold all the time. It's my turn to have a broken thermostat. It really throws your concentration. Luckily I'm already into whole foods and enjoying this third week of ballet/pilates. I'm finally feeling a bit more flexible. My core is strengthening, too and my posture is improved. I'm prepared for it to be a slow process. The key for me is to find something I want to do and to keep doing it. Today is raining and no imposition on my plans for basement workout.
The black Arctic Diamond shawl from Interweave Knits Winter 2006 is coming along. Amazingly I cast on, did the first 13 rows edging and the first 10 rows of pattern with...wait for it... no mistakes! The acrylic Berrocco Comfort Sock is not my favourite, but this is a gift for someone with deadly allergies. It isn't spun enough and splits. But the softness and drape are delicious.
I'm off to a light lunch at my best friend's and I was crafty enough to cook some of the pumpkin in custard cups to delight her in her dislike of pastry.
This is a big week for travelling to the campus in Surrey: Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. I'm thankful I have a good carpool friend. She even knits a little.
I'm also thankful that my penny scheme was embraced by the congregation. All 50 tins were snapped up and more are coming and requested. I, too, need to practice gratitude and if a penny can trigger the habit, that's a bonus.
Hope you are surrounded with abundance and comfort this Thanksgiving.

Having a Good Time

It's a lot harder than when I was younger. D and I went to Whistler for a few days- alone. The kids were home alone for the first time. It was a marginal success. They were both alive, clean and fed when I returned, and the house was pretty tidy. This was a trial run for a bigger trip in February. But I'm really tired right now.

We had some late nights and lots of outdoor activities. I also went to a Camp Board Meeting- my first. I'll share my camp with you later.
The colours at Whistler were great. I took 180 shots. Our leaves tend to get too wet to be very pretty. We walked to Lost Lake and around it. We went up the ski hill from our side on Blackcomb across to the Whistler side. We ate at pubs (!!) and drank great local beer. We visited places we usually see and discovered new ones. There is so much construction going on for the Olympics.
This is one of my first "take your own picture" shots. I actually got our whole faces in.
And that's us on the bridge over Fitzsimmons Creek. Just stopping and talking. We really enjoyed the fresh air, the open schedule and the time to just wander into the next thing. I even did some studying.

I finished February Lady while watching DVDs (the windy highway was not good for knitting). I cast on and started the black Arctic Diamond shawl and am happy with the gauge.

Tomorrow I'm back to the lab classes and driving into Surrey. Whew. What did I used to do with my time?

Changing Gears

I totally have a crush on my new information system. It's like finding a great yarn or patter, it takes up all the RAM in your brain. I just watched the "Inbox Zero" video that Merlin Mann did for the Google team and I have to absorb this new information. I also emptied my inbox. Completely. I didn't arbitrarily delete the unknown, I set about "actionable" steps. This is a dynamic process that will require much tweaking, but hopefully will get the monkey of guilt and inaction off my shoulders.

http://www.43folders.com/2007/07/25/merlins-inbox-zero-talk

In knitting, sleeve number one is down (or up?) and I'm pretty pleased with February Lady. For such little effort I'm getting pretty great results. I also found a yarn that my friend is not allergic too, not lace weight but close- sock weight. Then I hunted Ravelry for a pattern that suited her and , I think, the yarn. I also found the needles and packed them with the stuff I'm taking to Whistler. To a non-knitter I was just futzing. But you know I was using critical thinking in a logical action plan. It's going to be the Arctic Diamond Shawl in black. That means I must knit it before the days become too short or too dark to work with such a dark yarn. I think I can do this.
I am trying not to struggle with my studies. I'm on a practical, physical, assessment and action phase. D and I are going to Whistler for a few days to walk around and relax. So I'm using narration to write all that I would do for Mrs. Patient, given a case study. Next week I'll actually practice in the lab.
But I'd rather go to Whistler.

Two Bags Full

Mom sent me a picture of my Print O the Waves shawl I made for my sister Pat's 50th birthday last October. Pat entered it in the Saltspring Island fair and, yes, that is my (my, my) blue ribbon.
To celebrate, I knocked myself out with recycling. Actually: Mom wanted to borrow some books and I couldn't find a nice bag to put them in. When I went to look, I realized to my horror that, eventhough we don't use plastic bags much anymore, they are still freely breeding in the basement. I took them all out and sorted them by store (putting the extra ones in the middle where they may be hidden) and drove them to the groceries stores from whence they came. Whew.


I forgot to show you that Canada Post does in fact work. Tired Mom from New Westminster (just the other side of the Fraser River) had this yarn on Ravelry and I took my first chance at the private sale. Very satisfied. I hope to get a better gauge for Bristow. 2 bags full!

My blogging and reading of blogs has been curtailed by such overlooked housekeeping. Plus I'm setting up some schemes for my Sunday School. What do you think about this:
When parliament was considering to stop making the penny, I was worried about the loss. The only real value is what we place on it. I have some pretty small kiddies in my class, and I thought that, like pennies, they were worth a lot, even if small. So we've coloured a lot of papers to cover coffee cans and every family can take a can home to practice the act of "gratitude for small blessings". Sure we'd love all the money to send to Heifer International at Christmas. But the real purpose is practice a daily act of gratitude. The penny is the tool. What small blessings do you have in your life? What have you overlooked? What is that blessing worth to you? Perhaps a moment to say thanks.

Present

I got a package from Saltspring this week. My sister sent the cards I ordered. She's an artist and this is one way she is experimenting with interacting with the public. I love them. The only problem is that, though they're gifts, they're not meant for me.

The crows remind me of the Raven series sock yarn.

Go check out her website:

http://www.mountmaxwellcardco.com/







February Lady and I are still watching TV together. But there hasn't been a lot of that. When I camr back from my lab, D and I went out to dinner with another couple I don't really know. But she's a nurse and we had a great time. He's very shy and I barely remember him from school. But he works with cows and I hear about him from D.
Saturday was all day in Harrison Hot Springs. I love the lake. Another sister has a cabin there.
Scott was part of a pretty spiffy piano teachers' conference. He received wonderful adjudication on his Rachmoninoff from Stephane Lemelin. What a gracious and great fellow. I'd really love to go to a concert where he plays.
Scott was in the afternoon. Then after dinner, and after a long delay, my best friend's son competed for the top piano student in BC. It was an amazing (and amazingly long) concert. Our friend played last, at 10 minutes to 11. Whew! But he came third and was a real star.

I picked up the sleeves on the sweater and now am knitting in the round. Amazingly I had the right sized needle. The weather is gorgeous. I planted bulbs with my Sunday School yesterday morning and then went for a bike ride. But the late night caught up with me early. I did finish Mansfield Park which is another enjoyable Jane Austen. I can't believe I haven't read them all because I read some of them several times. I will fix that this year. One year I read all of Dickens.

Hope you have survived the crazy circus that is September and can settle in to some lovely fall activities.

Where Have I Been?

No where. I spent most of this week at my desk stressing. I was at my desk, finishing my assignments (yes, on time), or lying in bed with a migraine. I did manage to do a dance workout every day and do some surfing for ballet information. I don't know anyone who's even interested.

Today I went early with my car pool buddy to Kwantlen in Surrey. Can you believe we were there in an hour? We were an hour early. Our class has about 15 very nice returning nurses. I can't believe there's a group of people I have so much in common with. It wasn't so bad. I don't have to go back until next Friday and I have not too much to prepare. Whew.

I keep waiting for someone to come out and say they've made a mistake and I can't go back.

This course has been so confusing and unnecessarily conflicted. It has taken so much energy just to find information. Good thing we're nurses and can manage.

The September square has joined the basket of aran afghan pieces. February Lady is having her garter stitch edging done on the main body. It really excites me how many are knitting her right now. I am usually last week's news and last year's fad. But I really chose her in an organic fashion. I guess she's just right for right now.

Idling

It's amazing how much I can get done when I'm not studying and I'm supposed to be studying. This morning I made Raw Energy Pan Cookies. It's my own recipe so I shall share it:
Raw Energy Pan Cookies


Cream together: ¾ cup butter or margarine
¾ cup sugar
¾ cup brown sugar

Mix in: 2 eggs
1 tsp vanilla

Add and mix: 2 cups flour (1/2 whole wheat)
1 tsp baking soda
dash of salt

Add and mix: 2 x 170g package DAN.D.PAK Raw Energy Mix (or 1 x 400g)
( 2 cups mixed sunflower seeds, pumpkin seeds,
cashews, almond and raisins)

Press into cookie sheet

Bake 375 degrees for 18-20 minutes.

Cut into pieces while hot.
I haven't finished the September square, but I like it. The picture shows the two edge patterns reversed, but I don't think you could call this a mistake. More of a design modification. It still helps to understand the process. One pattern repeat is 6 inches. This boggles me as I'm going for 12 inches square and it should be perfect- again.
I extended myself this morning with the NYC Ballet Workout video. I bought it years ago with my birthday money after a long search. I didn't like it the first time. That's before mainstream Pilates. I get it now. It was really fun. You wouldn't know to look at me, but ballet dance is one of my passions. I took lessons in university and even after I had my kids. But there are no adult classes in this backwater and I wasn't comfortable working out with 15 year olds.
When I found out that my plantar fasciaitis was due to my toe turn out, I felt a bit cheated. I had worked hard to achieve that and wasn't using it at all. So now I want to gain back some of my strength, enjoy the discipline (yes I do) and maybe even lose some of this studying weight.
My real trick is to not do anything repetitively because I always end up with injuries. Even typing.

Up For Air

OK, I learn best by immersion. The bookmark for the D*I*Y* Planner has been in my list for a while. But I guess I was just ready. This is my 3 ring binder planner that I bought in March when I was convinced that my calendar was too small. The black and white picture of my big black dog was already on the cover.
Today I made a cover page (from the mosaic site at bighugelabs meme). I "monogrammed" it.
I already had card stock, a paper cutter, a hole punch and even a tab maker. Sometimes these things are waiting to happen.
What really makes me excited are the individualized pages. This project page has my favourite grids! I chose a calendar that has worked for me before. One week on each page with a blank page facing for lots of notes. I should have punched them on the other side, but that's how we learn, right? I can do better with 2009.
I love these action pages. I"m even thinking of putting them on the back of the calendar week pages. I have total freedom to try things and work through my preferences. I'm even free to change in the future. I guess I really needed a chance to take charge of one part of my life.

Messing About

I was visiting a sadly no longer current site from Blueprint magazine. It was a Martha Stewart publication that really hit home for me- so it was cancelled. I'm into this organizing thing and on http://diyplanner.com/ I found some great ideas for my paper and pen obsession. The whole cards thing works for me, but I like 4x6 cards because I write large and I get them really cheap.I found a great craft idea at:http://blogs1.marthastewart.com/blueprint/2007/04/card_cases_tk.html

I think I may make a few for grad presents. The website shows them out of leather, which I can probably find. I think I may make a few for grad presents. Most of our young friends are going on to university so they may use cards for studying. I would say college, but the government had turned our colleges into University Colleges (I don't know what that is either), and now real Universities that hand out degrees. We are a little worried that they didn't follow it up with funding for research and the backbone things of a university. All dressing and election hoo haw.

The September square of the aran afghan comes from Alice Starmore's Fishermen's Sweaters. I want to make Inishmore some day, so I'm using this as a tutorial. I'll do another square from the other patterns in this sweater. This is a great way to figure out how to anticipate what's coming up on the needles. Cables have to be my favourite thing. That's probably why I have enough stash for an afghan.