Finally Finished

A couple of months ago I joined a swap on the Sundara Love board on Ravelry. The object of the swap was to be paired up with another Sundara Yarn lover and swap socks and shawls. My partner made me a beautiful Ishbel by Ysolda Teague using a skein of my Sundara Sock Yarn, I think it was Faded Denim, but it could have been Distant Galaxy. My memory isn’t so clear about the details. All the same, it was Beautiful.


The deadline has passed and I only just now finished my partner’s socks. Hopefully the prettiness of the socks will overshadow my lateness. I hope.




Leyburn Socks by Pepperknit

US 3 double pointed needles

Sundara Sock in Aurora Borealis

After finishing these up I started a new sock pattern because, of course, after joining the first Sock/Shawl swap I just had to join the second one. More on that the next time.


City Lights

Last night I took a sudden car trip with Shawn to one of his job site’s in downtown Los Angeles. While Shawn did a building inspection I sat in the van. I ate Cheetos. I ate a package of Hostess crumb donughts. I drank one Snapple Peach Tea. I drank one large Arizona tea, peach flavored. I don’t know how long I sat in the van but I brought along a good book and delved into the stories of the Medici family and Leonardo Da Vinci. I settled into the van, legs across both seats.

And then it hit me. I found myself breathing in the city. A pinkish glow to all the lights and what they reflect. Twilight settled in. Building lights burst through windows. A rush of traffic coming and going from the airport. A roar from an incoming airplane. The clink of keys from the security man walking around the perimeter of the construction site.

The air was cool and moist. Not quite winter, not quite spring. I gazed the constellations. I took in the numerous blues of the sky. And then we hit the road. Driving on the 405. Lights shading in buildings from tiny slits of windows. The whitewashed Children’s Hopsital standing so quietly. Red lights flashing, “Gentlemen’s Club”. Three baseball fields filled with Little Leaguer’s. A woman driving past in a burgundy Corvette, her cotton candy like hair wisping the night breeze.The white stream of lights coming over the mountain from another freeway. The Getty Musuem lights shining in the mountains to lead the tram to the neatly paved parking lots. In the dark night I saw three flag poles standing high. What residence owned them, I could not say. But there on the high mountain stood the American flag. To the left of it stood the California state flag. I could not see the third flag as it flapped through the wind.

I just know that it’s been a long time since I’ve seen the city at night. Too long. I’ve almost forgotten the color of the sky, I think it looked a lot like this:



I learned a long time ago that the color yellow represents hope. Hope and Friendship. I think those are admirable qualities to have. And I think they are the perfect qualities to have for a pair of socks that are going to a friend.


Rosamond Socks

Sundara Sock Yarn in Daffodil

US 2 Needles

Stats: Knit 7 leg repeats before knitting heel flap, continued with another 8 repeats for a size 9 foot.

In Just a Few Days

This weekend was the epitome of rest and relaxation.

I needed this time to lay my head on the soft feather pillows. To curl up into fetal position and wrap myself in the warmth of a down comforter. I took my time washing dishes, letting the hot soapy bubbles comfort my hands. I made banana bread that vanished within hours. A thick warm slab with margarine and sweet orange honey bought from the local beekeepers. I washed laundry and inhaled the sweet scent of detergent. I folded each piece so caringly for each person that would later wear the item. I bleached the floors and rid the many steps we had taken over the past few weeks, a new floor. Maybe a new beginning. And we all took the time to look for Marilyn who has been missing from both our hearts and our home the past four days. Dalton seems content though. He curls into a ball in the middle of our bed. Sometimes you can see the slight twitch of his ear or the whip of his tail. He sleeps hard through this new silence.

I even took time to browse through a couple of knit magazines, thanks to Shawn’s generosity. One left me utterly disappointed. The other left me completely inspired. I had the opportunity to browse through endless patterns in pattern books at the local fabric shop. I was searching for the absolutely perfect Spring dress for Scout. I think I found it. I also browsed the internet looking for the perfect shade of yarn for a sweater that I hope will wrap me in warmth and reverie.

I’m finding that I am enjoying the weekends more as compared to before when they were draining and filled with all these things that needed to be done. I no longer write a list of twenty or thirty things to do. I follow a routine. My bed is always made, the corners aligned perfectly. The pillows fluffed and placed with precision. I no longer dread washing dishes but enjoy the moments where I can look out the kitchen window and see sparrows chasing each other in the cold winter breeze. I enjoy taking out the trash for the moment I hit the crisp air I can breathe in something new, something different, something clean.

I’m not a new person by all means. I just see things in a different light. Or maybe I had seen them all along but forgot how to project them. But I never forget how to share my knitting. My knitting is a reflection of me, of what I do with my spare time. I wrap and turn and pick up and put down so often and yet I can only share the finished project. I can only show you the beauty of what I do and not how I do it. Every day is both the same and yet, somehow, different.




Nutkin Socks Ravelry’d here

Sundara Sock Next Kiss on US 3 needles

Happy New Years

In some parts of the world they are ringing in the New Year but here in So Cal we are 10 hours away from the beginning of a new year. I anticipate the new year. I welcome it’s newness. I welcome the resolutions. I welcome a fresh start.

I even welcome crossing over some of my projects that I started in my haste to cast on a new yarn. I decided to make Shawn a pair of socks for his birthday with the Malabrigo he bought me for Christmas. I’m making it up as I go along. I’m enjoying using a new yarn. I’m enjoying each stitch. I think of when he will put these socks on to ward off the nip in the air this winter. How they will comfort him. How they will remind him that someone cares so much for him. As of today, I have 28 days to finish. It shouldn’t be a problem but I find that my knitting has dwindled a bit with the holidays.

I decided on a twisted rib for the cuff, much more clean and elastic in my opinion. The rest will be a garter stitch rib found in a stitch dictionary.


As for my resolutions, well they are simple.

1. My goal is to read 48 books this year.

2. Take formal sewing classes, (this starts next Tuesday).

3. Finish the confounded Vogue Cable Tunic from 2005.

4. Knit more teddy bears for the Mother Bear Project.

5. Get back to exercising 3-4 times a week.

6. Join the Santa Clarita Quilter’s Guild.

7. Live simple.

I hope everyone has a happy and safe New Years! Cheers.

Oh Happy Day!

Last week I ordered my Blythe doll. My other Blythe doll. You see, I was impatient, (not unusual), and I wanted to buy a Blythe doll. Because two is better than one, right? I bought and paid for it on Friday from one of the stores in Japan, (because it’s extremely hard to find Blythes in the US). I was disappointed when the mailman knocked on the door and had a package that wasn’t for me – it was Shawn’s Christmas present. So imagine my suprise when a different mailman came with a special delivery this morning! When I saw the Japanese custom forms I knew.

My new girl came home!

She is a Cinnamon Girl Blythe. I named her Bailey. Sitting next to her is Linkin.

Life is good.

I also want to confess something to you. I lied. I haven’t done much resting. The fact is that I had to clean the slight stains dirty, black stains from the carpet. My carpet literally looked like a giraffe with all the spots. I hate apartment carpeting. Who can keep a beige carpet clean? Especially with two kids and a dirty husband, (he never takes his work boots off when he comes home).

So I cleaned. But then I got in the housecleaning spirit and did the windows. Then I did all the dishes and put everything in it’s place. And then there was laundry! Lots of it. And everything ended up getting done. I even had time to work on the quilt that is late getting to it’s home.

I had to pick up a little extra fabric for the binding. Today I have to pick up the batting. The LQS didn’t have any for two weeks. Their shipment arrived Monday so I have to get my butt over there before they sell everything that was just shipped.

I didn’t get much done once the baby woke up from her nap, so I just switched projects and worked on my socks.

I finished the heel but had a few false starts on the leg. The markings changed and I was confused, but finally had a eureka! moment last night. Not sure how long I’ll make these since I like shorter ones, but the pattern is awfully pretty. I love Cookie A. !

Not much else happening except I still feel pretty crappy. Class on Monday was excellent. We listened to Edith Piaf in class, (if you don’t know who she is just Google her). She has one of the most beautiful voices I’ve ever heard. Tonight we’ll prepare for next week’s exam. I didn’t do as well on my second exam though she said a lot of people failed that test – luckily we can throw one exam grade out.

I also did a little bit of clothes shopping and I found the cutest thermal for Scout, (I wish they used that print for adults, cause I’d buy like 10).

Me likey!

Walking Zombie

That’s how I feel right now.

It started Thursday night. Shawn and I drove to Knott’s Berry Farm out in Buena Park. They were having a Scion night and the first 2,000 Scions would get free tickets for everyone in their car. They were insanely busy. But even after driving for 2 1/2 hours we seemed to have been to 2,001 car, (not really), we had to drive home. We’d gotten there at 7:30 and they were already denying people entrance. Supposedly they were giving out tickets at 7 p.m. but I think there was a snafu and tickets were given out earlier. Oh well. We ended up cruising to Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles in Pasadena. Chicken and waffles. They really do go together.

But by 5 a.m. I wasn’t feeling right. Needless to say that it was so bad that Shawn had to take the day off to take care of Scout because I was too sick. I slept most of the day. Of course, I insist we still go shopping and out for the night on Saturday. I tried to be a trooper even though my chest was hurting and my knees were weak. I made it to the showing at Valley of the Dolls after almost losing a babysitter, (my mom got stuck near the freeway and couldn’t restart her car, luckily it eventually started), and some misdirection, (Mapquest isn’t always the most reliable source when it comes to directions).

In instant cure in my spirits:

Bow Wow Trad Blythe! Shawn got my early, early birthday gift, (as in my birthday isn’t until Thanksgiving this year). But I ♥ her so much. I don’t know what her name will be yet but oh the plans I have for her!

We ended the night with a delicious dinner from Buca di Beppo that we couldn’t finish, (yummy leftovers though), and seeing Saw V. I have to say that this movie left a lot of questions for a movie that was dubbed “the final” of sequels. But it was good. Not great, but good. What left me very disappointed was there was a preview for the remake of “Friday the 13th”. Now this is one of my favorite horror flicks and it saddens me that people are ripping off the original. Not only that, the whole Jason phenomenon is over. As in “over six sequels ago” over.

By the time we got home, at 12:30 a.m., I was done. But we promised to take the kids to the LA Zoo for their Boo at the Zoo. Nothing but problems. Our drinks were solidly frozen. My batteries in the camera died. Scout was so tired from the day that she decided to fuss most of the time. I bought batteries but they only had two! I felt like this at the end of the day:

It didn’t help that were thousands of people going in and out of the zoo throughout the day. People should get licenses to manuever strollers! Shawn had enough and snapped at me. It was just one of those days where we were all trying too hard to have fun.

So the rest of the weekend was spent working on this:

Baudelaire by Cookie A using Sundara Sock in Glacier.

After all this I learned I have walking pneumonia. It’s like “Night of the Living Dead” around here. I’m trying to work through it because there is always so much to do. How four people live in chaos I can’t explain. Right now I’m mostly concerned with cleaning, a deep cleaning, before the holidays approach. I promise to take it easy. Easier.