Phew!

I enjoy reading the blog of Stephanie Pearl McPhee, a Canadian knitter and author of several books on knitting.  Stephanie isn't afraid to admit she makes knitting mistakes, even though she's been a knitter since age four and is now in her 40's.

Recently, while kntting a cardigan for herself, for instance, Stephanie accidentally burned the edges of the finished project by placing it in a warm oven to dry after blocking. In the process of re-knitting the burned edges, she discovered she'd accidentally knit the two front panels two inches shorter than the back. And finally, to add yet more insult to injury, after lengthening the two front panels, Stephanie  realized she'd accidentally crossed incorrectly two of the cables of her design. You've got to admire a world-famous knitter who will admit to three careless errors on one project!

But Stephanie's blog posts about her ill-fated cardigan aren't my favorite of her recent blog entries. My favorite is this one:    http://www.yarnharlot.ca/blog/archives/2011/12/24/merry_christmas.html: "The Proper Way to Receive a Knitted Gift." I especially enjoyed this post because I've given my share of knitted gifts, and I've not always been convinced the gift was well received or, in fact, ever worn or used. In addition, I was giving my great niece, Violet (age 6), an Aran cardigan this Christmas, and as December 25 drew nearer and nearer, I grew more and more convinced that I should have spent the hours eaten up in the knitting of this sweater on something else, like several pairs of socks for myself, for instance. (I like my handknitted socks and wear them throughout the winter. There's nothing like handknitted, wool socks on chilly feet.) Would a six-year-old care about a handknitted Aran cardigan? It seemed less and less likely as the calendar closed in on December 25.

Then I hit upon the idea of using the leftover yarn of Violet's sweater for a sweater for the little lamb I'd also made for her. And then I remembered I'd bought Violet a pair of deep purple leggings, and I had some deep purple yarn scraps, so why not knit the lamb a pair of bib overalls, too? That way, if by some miracle Violet did like her sweater, she could wear it on days when she and her little lamb felt like dressing as twins. 

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Today Violet's mom sent me the photo above of Violet and her lamb. The post title said, simply, "Today Violet chose her own outfit."

Mission accomplished.

Merry Christmas from Maine!

The gifts are wrapped (except for one)

The snow has fallen.

The pumpkin soup is simmering.

The tiramisu is made.

The tree is trimmed.
Now to give the house a lick and a promise, then we'll be ready for Santa!

Road kill?

Side comment: My desktop computer is acting so darned slow lately that I've started to dread even trying to use it. I've asked Santa to get the computer to an Apple shop for a good housecleaning. If I know Santa, he'll come through for me. I'm sure I've got tons of stuff stored on it that could be done away with for a faster-operating machine.
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Anyway, the first photo here does somewhat resemble road kill, doesn't it? As I was knitting it, Ken first asked if I was making a glove. I guess he thought the dangly parts must be fingers. It would take a strange hand to fit into this as a glove, though.

When I said no, it wasn't a glove, he then asked, "A cow?"

I guess he now thought the dangly parts were teats.

I refused to tell him what it was until it was finished.

As you can see, it became a teddy bear. Not a very sophisticated teddy bear, I know, but a bear nonetheless.

The pattern is from here, and it's quite an ingenious design.

I made the teddy and his sister for two little children, ages 2 and 5. At first I'd planned to give them each one of the lambs, shown in the header, but after actually knitting a lamb or two, and their clothing, I decided they were too much work to put into the hands of small children. I predict the clothing would have been lost almost immediately.

So I decided on these simple teddy bears. I added an A for "Aiden" and a J for "Juliet," to save the trouble of having to squabble over which teddy is whose.

That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.

Pumpkin Soup

I attended a luncheon last Friday. It was a fundraiser for a local music appreciation group, and about 30 ladies were in attendance for what was called a "Lovely Ladies' Luncheon."

I wasn't too thrilled when I learned the appetizer was pumpkin soup. I don't exactly dislike pumpkin, but if I have a choice between a pumpkin pie and another kind of pie, I'll inevitably choose whatever the other one is.

I was WRONG about pumpkin soup, however. It was absolutely delicious. I could've consumed several bowls of it, but I suppose had I done so, I'd have been demoted from my Lovely Lady status.

Here's the recipe. I plan to make it for us at some point during the holidays.

Pumpkin Soup (Serves 6)

4 T sweet butter
1/4 c. green onions, chopped
2 lg. white potatoes, peeled and cut into cubes
4 c. chicken stock
1-1 lb. can (13 oz.) canned pumpkin, mashed (not the kind with pumpkin pie seasonings added)
2 c. heavy cream
1/4 c. Great Western NYS Solera sherry
Salt and pepper to taste
Grated nutmeg to taste

In a deep soup pot, melt butter over medium-low heat. Add onions and cook. Stir until onions are transparent and wilted. Add cubed potatoes and 1 cup chicken stock. Cover and simmer until potatoes are tender. Remove from heat and pour into electric blender and puree. Return to soup pot and add remaining chicken stock, pumpkin, heavy cream, and sherry.

Absolutely delicious! Our hostess said the recipe comes from a Great Western wine cookbook.

Still knittin'

I intended to have these first photos appear last, but I've managed to upload them in the wrong order, so let's work backwards, shall we?


I'm still knitting. Still loving it. Still feel a sense of panic and rising heart rate if I don't have a project on my needles at all times.


My latest obsessession is these lambs. The patterns, by Fuzzymittens.com, are clearly written, and the lambs' clothing is so cute and detailed, that I can't resist starting a new lamb once I've finished the latest one.


The three at the top here are sporting a pink dress, a blue hoodie and a pale green dress.

Here are the first three lambs I knit last week: one wearing a simple scarf, one sporting bib overalls, and the third wearing a cardigan which took many hours to knit!

This is a Multnomah shawl. The pattern is free on Ravelry, and it's a good pattern. I knit this one to donate to a fundraiser, and I knit a similar one as a birthday gift.

These Thorpe earflap hats are quick and easy to make. I knit this one to go with a child's ski parka which I donated to our local community closet.

These socks were lucky enough to travel to Italy and Greece in September. I started them on the flight to Italy; finsihed them while in Delphi, Greece. I photographed them from the balcony of our hotel in Delphi. What a spectacular view they had!

I made this child's afghan from yarns given to me by my friend Pam. More about Pam below. I donated the afghan to  Project Linus in Pam's memory.

I mentioned in a post in early July that my friend Pam had been given only weeks to live. She had a brain tumor. Pam passed away in late August. About two weeks before she died, Pam mentioned to me that she wasn't going to be able to finish the afghan she'd been knitting for her older son. She'd completed the afghans for her younger son and her daughter. I told her I'd be honored to finish this afghan for her, and that's what I did. If you look carefully at the left side of the afghan, just above the bright orange row near the floor, you'll see a tiny stitch marker. That's where Pam's knitting left off and mine began, so she had finished well over half of this project before having to set it aside.

I've posted about these baby booties earlier, but the bibs are new. They're free patterns from Down Cloverlaine and can be found on Ravelry.

In July I took a little time off from my own knitting to teach a special little girl how to finger knit. Santa will be bringing her some real knitting needles and some bulky yarn, so I expect her to be whipping up a scarf before long.

This was my first attempt at a shawl. It almost put me over the edge. I finally contacted a kind lady on Ravelry who had knit this pattern,, and she bailed me out. Come to find out, I'd been misreading the pattern.

So that's pretty much what I've been up to lately. Now I'm off to cast on stitches for another lamb.

Yesterday the oak leaves fell

Or at least a lot of them fell. This is progress.

For the past two weeks Ken has gotten out the little lawn tractor and leaf sweeper-upper and swept the lawns, only to have more leaves fall the next day and the next day and the next.

But yesterday real progress was made.

Apparently it was the day designated by the oak trees to shed their leaves.

So shed they did. All day. All over the lawns. All over the driveway.

The only problem is, there are still a lot of leaves up in those oak trees.

A couple of recent set-backs

Set-back #1

This was the year to renew my driver's license.

I dread this task, because the Dept. of Motor Vehicles office near Portland is always overflowing with fellow drivers who are there for the same reason as I.

The office has about twenty seats available for its customers, and typically there are a good 35 people ahead of me. I've even arrived there, in the past, at least a half-hour before the office opens, only to find a crowd outside, waiting to get in and begin the ordeal of...more waiting.

This year I was luckier. I went on a Tuesday morning, around 9:15. I took my number from the queue machine, #44, and looked at the three windows of DMV clerks to find #35 was currently being waited on.

I didn't even bother to pull my knitting out of my tote bag. I simply sat and waited. I eavesdropped, when circumstances allowed, and learned I'd be paying the "senior" rate of license renewal this year, $22. Not bad. One of the advantages of growing old.

Soon my number was called. I went to the window indicated, answered questions almost completely honestly, paid the fee, and had my eyes tested. This part made me a little nervous because I do have a cataract on my right eye. I was able to identify almost all the letters on the eye chart correctly, though, and next was my license photo.

The clerk asked if I'd like a new photo, or would my old photo "do." I said the old photo would be fine, thinking to myself, "She's trying to tell me I haven't aged so much as a smidge in the past five years!"

The clerk said I'd get my new license in about three weeks. I thanked her and left.

Phew, I thought. Renewing my license wasn't half-bad this time.

Then, just like magic, the new license arrived. I let it marinate on the kitchen counter for a couple of days, then I decided it was time to destroy my old license and replace it with my new one.

As the two licenses sat side-by-side on the counter, I marveled to myself at how much richer the colors in the new license were, compared with the colors in the old one. Same photo, remember, but much richer colors.

Then I grabbed a pair of kitchen shears, stood over the trash basket with license in hand, and began chopping the plastic into tiny little pieces. My left hand covered my photo. I worked from right to left, methodically chopping away, when suddenly my left thumb moved over enough to reveal the photo beneath it: a richly colored photo.

Oh, no, I thought. This can't be! Tell me I'm not chopping up my new license by mistake.

Alas, it was true. See photos above.

I envisioned myself returning to the DMV for another go at waiting in line, paying $22, taking the intimidating eye exam....

But I found the letter that had accompanied my new license. It stated that if, for some reason, I should need to replace the license, I could go online to the address provided and order a new one...for a mere $5. Sounded like a good deal to me.

I ordered the new license and expected DMV headquarters to contact me, asking why I was replacing my new license when my old one was still, technically, valid for a few more days.

They asked me no questions, though, and my newer new license is now safely stored in my wallet.

Set-back #2
You probably heard about the snowstorm to hit the Northeast on October 29-30.

This is what greeted us when we got up that Sunday morning.

It was a heavy, wet snow. Since many of our trees and shrubs still had their leaves, it being still rather early in the fall, the snow weighted them down mercilessly.

Our burning bush, which normally stands over 6 feet tall, is in the foreground of the photo of our house. It's that strange "mound" that you see.

We were afraid the burning bush had been ruined, not to mention the forsythia and some lilacs.

They've since rebounded, though, and are looking good as new.

Our power was off for only about twelve hours, which we can't complain about. Some residents of Connecticut still didn't have their power back yesterday! The storm was 9 days ago, for crying out loud.

Today the temperature is in the mid-60's, so I guess we're not getting an early winter after all. Just a fluke snowstorm.