As the dark clouds ominously rolled over the mountains we began our journey to the Country Fair Antique Shop. The boast 100 shops for all your shopping needs. I’ve gone there a few times and I’ve never left empty handed. Too many treasures to be found in the dusty corners of each booth.

Today was no different.

Isn’t it gorgeous?

This twin sized crocheted afghan was just sitting on top of a bureau. The booth was pretty empty, I assume they were either setting up or closing business.

And this is the kicker…

Yes, it really does say $3.00.

So Shawn bought it for me. And $3.29 I was a much happier woman. Especially walking out into the rain and thinking about what other treasures my day would bring.

Mainly it’s consisted of sitting on the couch under my blankets and knitting a new Minimalist Cardigan.

Two treasures in one day. I’m lucky.


A Remedy

Sage Remedy, that is.

I finished up my little sweater last night with less than desirable results. Don’t get me wrong, the sweater is absolutely gorgeous. It’s insanely soft. It’s lightweight, so it will be perfect for any type of weather Southern California can come up with. The color is both neutral and simple. But the fitting, well I found the pattern’s schematics to be a little off. Then again, I had problems with the pattern to begin with (I wasn’t sent the second, revised, pattern when I purchased it) so maybe I’m just a little disappointed with that to begin with.

However, I digress. I will wear this sweater. And if it doesn’t fit quite the way I want it to, well who cares? Really. And in the end I can always lose weight to make it fit, right? There’s looking at the sunny side of things!


{The back lace panel.}


{The front.}


{The Fan and Feather lace panel on the bodice.}

Would I knit this again? Absolutely. Would I make changes? You betchya. I would most definitely lengthen the sweater by at least two inches. (I’m 5’8″ and for me I like my sweaters to cover the waistbands on my pants/jeans.)  I would have picked up more stitches for a larger sleeve as well. I would probably knit this on larger needles, should I use the same yarn. I would most definitely use the Invernal again. Mmm, angora and merino wool. You can’t go wrong.

Nope, you can’t go wrong.

One Of Those Days

Today was just one of those days.

Where I woke up earlier than I desired, after a night of restless sleep. Where the weather was a little chillier than anticipated, yet not cold in the sense of the word. Where making lunch seemed quite futile and taxing.

Yes, it was one of those days.

But also a day where I can say I accomplished something.

Being ahead of schedule.

Being able to pat myself on the back.

Being able to get at least one thing done.


Just One Button Cardigan by Elinor Brown*

Yarn: Red Heart Eco Ways in Aquarium, approximately 1.75 skeins.

A very quick and easy knit. Something that I can see Scout wearing on her birthday, two months from tomorrow. When I was knitting this, I imagined her twirling around in a little white cotton dress. I imagine her being three. Two months and one day can make such a difference.

Now if I could just figure out what button to sew onto this little gem. Maybe choosing a button would make today not one of those days.

* Be sure to check errata on Elinor’s pattern page, I “accidentally” stumbled upon an error with the buttonhole. Nothing that you couldn’t figure out for yourselves.)

In One Moment

… you can write a grocery list.

… you can download five songs onto iTunes.

… you can forgive someone.

… you can change your clothes three times, shoes twice.

… you can eat a cup of Tiramisu from Porto’s.

… you can walk to the mailbox and remember the smells of spring mixed in with the scent of night.

… you can imagine what a skein of yarn may become.

… you can finish a knit sweater that’s been awaiting a good wash and warm blocking.

… you can tell three people and one cat “good night”.

… you can collect all the cups and trash around the house.

… you can make extensive plans for the next couple of weeks. *


February Lady Sweater

Dream In Color Classy: Chinatown Apples

Needles: 7’s

Mods: I was working with three lighter skeins and two darker ones so I worked the darker skeins into the yoke and bands. Ended up with about a 1/2 skein. Knit only two button holes, (still looking for the perfect buttons).

* I will be away from this space for at least two weeks. My Dr. has decided I’m a good candidate for ECT and I will be staying at Cedars-Sinai while participating in their inpatient treatment. While I know this is a very controversial treatment I also know that this is something I must do. Prozac, Lithium, Wellbutrin, Celexa, Klonopin, Ativan, Depakote, Seroquel, Geodon, Effexor, Abilify, Navane, Zoloft, Paxil, Remeron… I have tried them all. This is truly my last option. And with the research I have done, there is one thing I have now.


Take care of yourselves until I get back. And thank you, for giving me hope.


It seems forever ago but I still remember my first memory like it was yesterday. When we still lived in Chicago my mom worked as a typesetter at a magazine and at a pharmecutical company. My dad on the other hand didn’t do much of anything. He never worked a day in his life. So my mom would bundle me up in the Winters and dress me down in the Summers. I spent most of my days with my MoMo. She was the neighborhood babysitter. The cheapest my mom could find and, yet, she was the best around.

Houses are built a bit differently in the Midwest as compared to the West. Back home you had a door that led you through the kitchen. The porch and patio was usually on the side or in the back of the house. I used to sit on the dirty stoop while MoMo made me breakfast. I wasn’t more than two years old at the time. I’d sweep up all the paperclips on the patio. I never figured out why there were so many. And as horrible as it sounds I’d sit there picking off the scabs on my scraped up knees. I would sit on the stoop, all alone, for it seems that I don’t remember any of the other children that must have been there, waiting for breakfast.

I never liked eggs. To this day I can only barely tolerate the rubbery texture. But MoMo was smart. She would put a little food coloring in my eggs. Surely I’d eat pink, baby blue and minty green eggs. And I did.

I don’t know why this memory is so near and dear to me. Analyzing it a little further is a little disturbing. And yet MoMo did all she could to make sure my little tummy was full and that I was happy. She succeeded.

And now I look on today. I don’t color Scout’s eggs. Mainly because she loves scrambled eggs or a Toad In The Hole. I don’t have to color coat things. She knows what things are and takes them as they are. Children are so smart. She sings her “Scooby Doo”, she jumps in the pool on three, she slips her feet in her Crocs, she tells you if she wants milk or juice, she asks me if daddy is at work or if daddy is in the car. She’s just so smart.

I wish that I could have that outlook on life. Never thinking of what meals to prepare for this weeks dinners, not writing out a check for the utility company because it’s that time again, not worrying about locking your doors at night, not staying up til 2 a.m. to wash out the oven. I thought I had a pretty simple life. A life where things will get done and where I don’t need an overly extensive “to do” list: go to the post office, wash the bed linens, clean the cat box, wash the dishes, thaw chicken, cut 10 lbs of apples, give the baby a bath, return the library books, return the DVD’s, make the bed, fold the laundry…

Sometimes all I want to do is sit. And think. Just inhale and exhale. I don’t want to be in a frenzy to get all done because tomorrow is another day and I’ll have the exact same things to do then, too. Sometimes I feel so rushed to get it all done. I want to be done. I want to sit on the couch and vegetate. I want to think up some stories to write on paper. I want to sew til my hearts content. I want to read all those books that I’ve yet to discover. I want to knit until I have knit years worth of cardigans and socks.

Simplicity isn’t so easy though is it?

And yet, it is.


The simplicity of garter stitch.


The simplicity of a Granny Smith apple.


The simplicity of a child learning shapes and colors.

3:30 In The Morning

The sky is blanketed with a deep velvety blue at this hour. In the distance you can see a blinking red light. An airplane. It coasts in from the North. Where is it going? Where is it coming from? Who are those people that are flying over my little town at that hour?

There are very few lights on at this hour. My living room lets off a pale yellow light. I can only see one other apartment lit at this hour. Why are they still awake? Are they, too, afflicted with insomnia? Or did they merely fall asleep watching late night infomercials and forget to turn off their little lamp?

The apartment creaks. It’s unnoticable when the lights are on. First it’s the dining room wall, then above the guest bathroom, then there’s a slight knock on the sliding glass door. I just washed those. I put the latch on. I lock all the doors. I settle into the microfiber. I automatically search through the dozens of recorded shows. I need to watch them or delete them. I choose to watch them. Seven episodes of Law and Order.

I think of who writes these episodes. Are they conflicted? Do they only see the horrors of the world? Do they stay up til 3:30 in the morning trying to figure out the best way to reach out to the world? Or do they sleep safely in the comfort of their Upper East Side homes, never thinking of how powerful their one hour scripts are?

I think too much at this hour. I do too much. I try to conquer all the household projects that need to be done. There is dirty laundry sitting in the hallway. I stack the newly washed dishes. I match lids to their bowls. I sweep the kitchen from all the crumbs and dust that collects under the lips of each cabinet. I gather toys and think of the little hands that discover them on a daily basis. I check in on the baby and Shawn. They sleep next to each other, mouths slightly open. Their breathing is light and routine. Nothing will disturb them.

I take they yarn into my hands. I smell it. A faint smell of sweet and chemical. I gather my materials. It’s time to finish what I’ve started. And so it begins.




Tulip Cardigan by Dream In Color

Dream In Color Classy: Blue Lagoon and Nightwatch

Size 2, for Scout

A Cold Winter’s Day

  • The sky is riddled with dark gray clouds.
  • The wind is howling.
  • Rain is dropping from every direction.
  • The front door creaks as the wind beats against it.
  • The heat is on full blast.
  • There are sweats and heavy socks being worn.
  • The Christmas lights are on.
  • And there is knitting.


Debbie Bliss Cabled Yoke Jacket from Simply Baby.

Yarn: Dream In Color Smooshy Sock in Ring a Ling

Needles: US 6 needles


And a close up:


Overall this was an easy knit. Not very quick with the moss stitch, but very pretty all the same. I hate knitting moss stitch even though the finished product looks great. It’s very time consuming and if you don’t watch carefully you just might end up with ribbing instead of moss stitch. (I know this because it happened a couple of times though it’s happened more often with Shawn’s sweater that has double moss stitch.) The sweater fits Scout perfectly though I still need to add a zipper. I will more than likely work on that today or tomorrow. Knitting seems to be appropriate with the weather being what it is. I love it.