Friday, April 30, 2010

AHHHHHHHHH!!!

OMG.
OMG.
OMG.

I can survive. Really I can. While I still love my job as much today as yesterday, today is one of those days I sat down and had a nice long talk with God asking for patience, grace, concentration, and peace. Here is a rundown of the day after the first hour and a half.

The book for next Thursday's Children's Mental Health Awareness Day that were supposed to be in yesterday (after the state failed to tell me they were only sending 9 even though I said I needed 40, so I had to frantically scurry around this week trying to find them and had to order over half), those books still aren't here. And I get to try to find enough model clay for 46 little 'uns and craft supplies for 36 classrooms.

The copy machine was telling me for the last two weeks "Toner Waste Tank is almost full. Replacement needed soon." I said, "I do not have time to deal with you copy machine, be a team player and suck it up". Copy machine=not a team player. It is not refusing to work and I have 1,200 "What is Early Childhood Mental Health?" handouts to get out. Today.

The expenditure repot is due to the state today. It's not done yet. And I have to find a board member to sign off on it.

I have not gotten minutes to my membership or board from this last month's meetings yet. They should have been out three days along with agendas for next week.

Next week's schedule looks like this:
          Monday-Kindergarten Readiness Fair (set up during most of the day, fair in the late afternoon, and I still have done 
                           NO PREP WORK!)
          Tuesday-Parent Cafe in the morning, advocacy meeting in the afternoon, small group in the evening
          Wednesday-my collaborative's monthly meeting, plus other committee meetings in the afternoon
          Thursday-CHILDREN'S MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS DAY. A trip to see my own therapist in the morning, then
                             driving all over town to take pics of the events. Knitting group in the pm.
           Friday-Leave home at 7:00am to drive three hours to be trained for my new consultant job, get home at about 7:30pm.
                        Brave Chicagoland traffic.

Time to stop blogging about busy and get the pedal to the metal. Just gotta get through today. Then repeat that thought tomorrow. Ahh, it's the life. ;)

Good news is-





-there is candy. And it's my favorite kind!

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Day Job

If you are here to get a crafty fix, here's your yarn. (This will be magically transformed into a Nantucket Red sweater.)


If that's what you came for, you can stop reading now.

Bye.

Today I get to tell you about my other love. My job. For real. I am one of those rare people in this world that gets to do something they love AND get paid for it. Hate me. I don't blame you. Really, it's ok.

Thing is, I feel a bit like Chandler from Friends. No one really knows what I do, nor do they understand despite me explaining it over and over. I am an early childhood network coordinator. This means that I manage a group (a collaboration) of people who have decided they want to work together to make the lives of little kiddos and their families better. Instead of fighting over limited money and saying my way rocks, go away, we have decided that together we can accomplish more. We truly believe it takes a village to raise a child. I know, isn't that cool? So I come to work Monday-Friday (sometimes some Saturdays) and I get to go to meetings and talk about things like getting information out to parents, helping kids see doctors, making sure that people who take care of kiddos have opportunties to keep learning. I get to be a nerd and look at lots of data and try to figure out where we have what we call "gaps in services" and how as a community we can figure out how to make it better. And I love it.

Now, I got hired on to serve on a team working all over the state to help other communities understand what it means to play nice and work together and help those who want to do it make it work. I get to do more of what I love!

I know. It rocks. See this pic? This is the pic of someone in a professional happy place.



Hope you find your happy place today!

There may be ways in which we can work for change. We don't have to do dramatic things or devote our entire lives to it. We can lead normal lives but at the same time try hard not to be bystanders.



- Helen Bamber

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Dreaming Before Bed

It's getting late. As long as I'm still up I should be getting ready for my phone interview in the morning (wish me luck! I'm interviewing to be a technical consultant for early childhood collaboratives across the state, a dream of mine!! It would be in addition to my current early childhood network coordinator job), but I've seriously been working all night. I came home from work, went for a six mile bike ride (after putting on my fancy new bike computer), had some supper, argued with a boy, and then worked. We have a BIG event tomorrow. And next week. And a pilot project ending this week. Ughness.  So, I'm cruising around Rav without the usual guilt I feel since I'm not at work.

And I'm dreaming. Dreaming of a day I will be done with the massive amount of shawls in fingering weight yarn I am working on or the stole in lace weight yarn is finished and lovely. (I did buy another skein of Rowan KidSilk Haze today.) I am typically an instant gratification knitter. I don't know why I did this to myself.

Want to dream with me? I'm going to make you work for it and actually have to click on all of these links because I'm tired and don't want to screw with saving and uploading pics.

February Lady Sweater. Maybe in this red Cascade 220 Tweed.  (Colorway 7604)
Dollar and a Half Cardigan (yes, I have cast on for this, but I'm giving up on the yarn I really want to make it in), I'm thinking maybe in this Knit Picks Cot Lin DK. I'm feelin' the Pomegranate.
Nantucket Red in Knit Picks DK Tweed. I'm torn between the Lemon Curd or Porpoise colorways.
Garter Stitch Swingy Sweater in some Noro Kochoran. I even have it in my stash in Colorway 43b!
Liesl. I like the little red mid-length version. Just not sure what yarn...
Deirdre in my lovely Aslan Trends
Maybe the Hamamelis Shawl in my new handspun yarn.

That's all. Just some sweet fiber filled dreams. I'll head to bed now. Picture my hair blowing in a gentle breeze in a world where the wine flows and there is always time for knitting.



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Edit from the following morning: I went off the deep end and ordered two sweaters worth of yarn from Knit Picks! I ordered yarn for the Nantucket Red and went with the City DK Tweed Lemon Curd and I ordered for the Dollar and a Half Cardigan with the Cot Lin in Moroccan Red! Squee!! (May be regretting that in a bit due to the aforementioned broke ass crafter status.)

Monday, April 26, 2010

Happy Thoughts

First off, I have to declare my love to a special Rav friend that sent me the sweetest package! She was already being a sweetie sending me some marriage sermons that had been a great comfort to her and said that since she gathered I was having a rough time last week she "padded" the box.

With this.




340 lovely yards of handspun fingering weight. Blue Faced Leceister. It is mine. Don't even think about it. But for the yarnies out there here is a closeup. You can pretend you are squeezing it. I promise it's luscious.



And she was also sweet enough to include some cute little stitch markers and a toy for my kitty (which was stolen by the kitty and unavailable to photograph.)



This is one of the many things I love about knitters. They care. I mean seriously. We spend hours of patient work on projects. Cross us and we have pointy sticks that we're not afraid to use. Don't screw with us. But if we like you, we mean it for reals. Through some of my darkest valleys knitters are the ones who have came in after me and drug me out by my ear. They have held me up and shoved some wine in one hand and some yarn in the other. Thank you, Patty. You have no idea how much this care package meant to me!

In other weekend events, Mom came to visit this weekend. We did a little shopping (I survived a trip to the LYS AND to JoAnn's and only spent $7.50. The joys of being a broke ass crafter!) We then declared Saturday to be a day of no showering, pjs, coffee, and beading. In the last few years my mom has requested to have lessons in the crafts that I obsessively surround myself with and she's gotten pretty good. Now we always have a nice way to spend her visits. I got bored pretty quickly and resorted to cutting fabric for my quilt, however, before my gnat-like attention span put an end to my beading, I did finish a couple of necklaces.




Unfortunately, there was a baking fail. In my attempt at breadsticks I had a massive fail at multi-tasking. With the marinara sauce on the stove, my friend asking me questions, and me trying to measure the flour I seem to have added an extra cup of flour. They were truly awful. My mom threw them away when I wasn't looking. For this I was grateful. It would have been reminiscent of the scene where they have to shoot Old Yeller.

The weekend ended badly, but for today I leave you with happy thoughts. We'll stick with yarn presents and pretty necklaces.

Happy Monday!

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Stitch After Stitch

I am in such an insanely bitchy mood today. It has just been a week where I have literally crawled onto my couch every night and stared at the TV for hours on end with no lights on. This is not characteristic of me at all. I usually at least have my knitting going or I'm jumping up to get something out of the oven. Something. If one of my friends were acting like I am right now I would literally want to hit them or get them drunk or something. Instead I've just been whiney and then today I think if I was pushed I could literally hiss at someone.


So, instead of whining about all the reasons I'm pissy I am going to try to center myself a bit. As you may have noticed in some previous posts I am an obnoxiously sentimental and purposeful person. One of my leadership strengths is "connectedness". I tend to be this way more with my quilting, but every so often it sneaks into my knitting as well. I am going to tell you about one of those projects I have going right now.


Almost a year ago I cast on the Seascape Lace Stole to help me to calm my racing thoughts as my husband and I were setting off to try once again to see if we could get our shit together in the marriage department. I would frequently worry and start on a crazy cycle. I needed something to concentrate on. This is from my notes on my Ravelry project page from when I cast on.  

"I decided to start my first lace project as a “documentation” of the journey my husband and I are going through to see if we can start again. I figured working on this while we are working on us may help to serve as a reminder for me that things take time, mistakes are made and reworked, and if you want instant gratification you can make a mess of things. I am only ordering one ball of yarn at a time to remind myself that all the resources aren’t here and I shouldn’t put all my investment into something that is just in the beginning, but will need to get my resources as we go. If all goes well I hope to wear the stole at our ceremony to renew our vows. If not, guess I’ll have a big pile of a half finished stole to remind myself that sometimes things don’t turn out like we want."  ~5/2/09

Then things began to disintegrate, but I tried to keep on trucking:

"Things are not going so hot personally. However, when I get stressed and/or anxious this takes ALL of my concentration. I am also resisting the urge to rip back and fix mistakes. You can’t do that in life, you can only learn from there and correct them from where you are." ~5/12/09

I worked on this for awhile and then things went bad as they always seemed to and I threw it into the aforementioned naughty basket. I never even picked it up again during some half-hearted attempts at trying again. In fact, following one particularly gruesome fight I was picking up the corner and pulled the needle all the live stitches were on out by accident. I was so disgusted with the state of affairs I decided screw it, this is a pretty accurate representation of our relationship at the time and I threw it back in WITHOUT PUTTING THE NEEDLE BACK IN! All of those vulnerable little stitches were just hanging out.

As time went on I gave up on the marriage and filed for a divorce. I made lots of bad decisions, self-destructred a bit, and yelled at God and anyone else who would listen.

I won't get into the messy details, but God made me start listening to him come March. I started talking to my husband again aganist my better judgement. And on March 29th I picked this project back up.

It was a mess. The stitches (it's knit with Rowan Kid Silk Haze) were a mess. They were all stuck to each other, stitches had fallen in. It was a pretty accurate picture of my life and my marriage. I sat down and I spent some time figuring out where I was in the pattern. I had to use an earring to join some stitches that had fallen beyond saving. I had to accept that some of the damage was not fixable. To rip it back would have caused more damage. I would have to take it as it was and not give up because it looked like a mess. It was very much like my life.



But I worked at it.
 
 
And then before I knew it the pattern was coming together. Then it was double the size after only a week of work then all of the previous weak attempts.
 
It's been almost a month. Things have been so hard. I have walked out on fights with my husband, but come home with tear streaked cheeks to work on this. Yesterday I was so ready to give up. The pain and the questions were more than I could handle. I was so frustrated and I didn't even know how to talk to him about it. But I spent hours working on this stole. Somedays this is the only way I know how to work on my relationship. I don't know what to say or what to do, but I know if I just keep going stitch by stitch I feel like I'm still working on it. It doesn't have to make sense to you because it makes sense to me.
 
Making progress one stitch at a time

I don't know if we'll make it. I really don't. I don't know if I'll ever wear this stole to renew my vows. I just know that sometimes all I have is what's in front of me. And I've put too much work in it to just throw it away. For me this stole's project name is the "It Takes Time Stole". It reminds me I have to put in work for the finished project. Things don't get done overnight. All we can do it trust today's work will build on yesterday's and tomorrow's and His plans are greater than I can ever imagine.

Monday, April 19, 2010

A Dedication to Continued Stripping

No worries. My clothes will be staying on. I have always read the raves around the speed and efficiency of strip piecing and have had fellow quilters try to sway me as well. I'm not sure why, we'll call it a dedication to a life philosophy of doing things the hard way, but I've been a hold out. Some call me a "complicated individual" which I know is code for pain-in-the-ass. I've accepted this and kept on truckin'.

I had previously planned out a design for a "transition" quilt I planned to start. It had lots of half triangle units. While the blocks were huge, I would have been ironing and trimming half square triangles for a good chunk of my life I'd never get back. So yesterday afternoon as I was finishing a bad ass apron I saw a Quilts and More magazine peeking out of the closet. It had a nice simple design of square in squares. Cue a nice strip piecing tutorial I read on a blog I don't remember last week and I got out the fabric and started cutting.

Now for some photos from my stripping debut.


Nice stacks of fabric ready to rock.


Feeding them through nice and easy

So much less thread snipping!
20 squares all done!

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Food Fight

There are two things that my husband and I frequently argue about that both have the potential to morph into a death match in the style of those Knock ‘Em plastic thingies where have the handles and little plastic robot dudes punch each other until one of their heads pops up. These are:

1) If the state of Illinois should have a 5% tax increase in order to continue to fund essential services such as education, police, and human services. (Can’t tell where I stand on this issue, can you?)

            AND

2) The sensibility of making food items one can buy at the store or a restaurant.

You would think that with everything that has went down in our marriage this would not be what we choose to circle each other, fists raised, nostrils flared about. (Okay, that doesn’t really happen, but it’s a fun mental picture.) Some may say we have effectively put our big issues behind us. Others may say we are transferring continued hostility from incredibly tense issues to weird things to fight about.

I am fascinated with the idea of taking some of my grocery store and restaurant favorites and making them at home. It makes me want to put my thumb to my nose and stick my tongue out at “the man”. (Damn the man! Save the Empire!) I will seriously spend hours in the kitchen and not flinch at dropping $15 on something I could have driven five minutes each way to the grocery store to pick up for $4.99. This drives my husband C.R.A.Z.Y. I have with zeal printed off blog entries explaining how to make pop tarts and oreos from scratch. I have saved recipes for Red Lobster’s Cheddar Bay Biscuits Krispy Kreme Doughnuts, Wendy’s Frosties, and I have seriously rocked the hell out of Girl Scout Thin Mints.

His argument is a fairly philosophical one. (One of those things I love about him that also leads to murderous fantasies and then back to love again in 30 second spans.) He believes that the act of making a store/restaurant item from scratch essentially is not making the item. It will not taste the same he says, making it not the item I love, so why not just buy the item I love rather than spending the extra time and money to make an altered version of what I love. Sigh. I wish it was simply, "You are wasting time and money". That I can handle. See how this argument escalates??

The latest spark to light the fire of dissent?

This pie.




I love this pie. I may consider giving up men if I could find a calorie free version of this pie to eat on the hour. This pie is the Village Inn special for the next week and half. If only rolls around every few months. I have tried to mimic this pie numerous times. I have not succeeded. We went to Village Inn for breakfast this morning and there was THIS PIE. My husband is lucky he didn’t hurt himself with the extreme eye roll he gave me when I squeed (you know, that happy noise you make?), snatched up the little placard, and proceeded to analyze it and take notes of each layer of this little slice of chocolatey heaven. (It’s chocolate cookie crust, chocolate ganache, dark chocolate silk, chocolate cookie crumbs, chocolate whipped cream, and chocolate curls for those who are wondering.)


I will conquer this recipe. Come hell, high water, and my husband’s eye rolling I will. Till then, I love this orange box and I’m not ashamed. (Even though he rolled his eyes he DID whisper to the man to package up a pie while I was checking out the loot in the crane grab machine.)




Thursday, April 15, 2010

Raspberry-Almond Rolls & A Flashback

I was born with baking in my blood. As I have mentioned, I come from a rural area of Iowa called the Amana Colonies. My great-grandfather immigrated from Germany and at family reunions I would hear German being spoken in the background. Later I would hear German being yelled from the kitchens of restaurants I worked in as a teen and college student. While the Amana Society Bakery is in fact owned by the society (after the colonies chose to move away from being a closed society in the 1930's the society took control of the communal property such as the farms, the woolen mills, and also the bakery), my family has managed this bakery for as long as I can remember. As a child I would go with grandpa to pull sponges (pre-fermented starter dough, consisting of flour, water, and yeast) for orders. My brothers, cousins, and I would play in the dark bakery. Flour would be in the air and made for an awesomely slick service to slide on. We would play among carts, cooling racks, and in the loading dock and try to stay out of the way while the grown-ups handled the hot bread. My mom would tell me how she used to like to play in the area with the frosting when she was little.

When I got a little older my first job was at the retail shop. A place called the Stonehearth Bakery, also owned by the society and managed by my grandpa. I didn't get to play with the pasteries, I was a retail girl. We would snatch warm cookies off the cooling racks, have fresh baked bread with locally made jelly for lunch, and have to go home and wash off the sugar, flour, and sweat that coated our bodies before going out for the night.

However, it wasn't until this last year in my 27th year of life that the baking that is in my genetic code really took hold of me. I had dabbled in making sweets, but nothing too serious. However, when I made my first yeasted recipe this last year the smell of the yeast wafting up at me suddenly brought me back to being a child as my grandpa hugged me. He always smelled like yeast. A rush of memories overtook me and I was in. So now it comes as no surprise to me that yeasted recipes are my favorites.

Raspberry-Almond Rolls adapted from bhg.com

This week's bake-a-long is around almonds. The recipe I decided to try for Raspberry-Almond Rolls has you starting your dough in a bread machine. I do not have a bread machine, so I decided to adapt this recipe a bit. Below you'll see directions to make this sans a loaded kitchen. And there is just something about the satisfaction of a wooden spoon in hand...

You'll need:
1 c. water
1 egg, beaten
2. T of margarine of butter, soft
1 package of active dry yeast (2 1/4 t.)
1/4 c. sugar
1/2 t. almond extract
3-4 T. raspberry jam
1 (8 oz.) can almond paste (for best results the original recipe recommends you use a paste without syrup of liquid glucose)


In a large bowl mix together the first 5 ingredients (water, egg, butter, yeast, sugar) with a large wire whisk. Let this mix set for 15 minutes. Next mix in the almond extract.



Add the flour about a 1/2 cup at a time. Add additional flour if needed (you want your dough to be soft, but not so sticky it sticks to your fingers). Butter a large bowl with a lid. Place your dough in the bowl and cover with lid.

I have a trick for you! Put some towels in the dryer for 10 minutes or so. TURN OFF YOUR DRYER and nuzzle your covered bowl in the towels. DO NOT TURN THE DRYER BACK ON! This cuts your time in half (and there is the perk of seeing family and friends faces as you head down to put your bowl of dough in the dryer!). If you use the tip, it should take about 20-30 minutes for your dough to rise. I did not use my trick, as I was trying to get supper going and needed to buy some time, so it took me an hour with the bowl on my counter in my little toasty kitchen (it was 80 deg in there last night!).


Once your dough has doubled in size, punch it down a bit to get any air out. Lightly flour your counter and put your dough out. Roll your dough into a 12x10 inch rectangle.


Next spread your jam on the dough. It works best if the jam is room temperature. The original recipe called for 3 T, but I put 3-4 because you want your dough to have a thin coating, but not so much jam it will gush out when you roll it. Next crumble your almond paste into small pieces and sprinkle it over the dough.



Roll up the dough into a spiral; starting from a long side. Be sure to pull the dough in a bit as you roll so you can be sure to have a snug roll. Seal the seams.



Slice into 1 inch thick slices. The recipe said 12, but I actually got 16. Just make sure to keep them at about 1 inch.




Place rolls, cut side down , 2 inches apart on a baking sheet that is either greased or has parchment paper on it. I actually only baked off six of my rolls and put the other six in the freezer. For the ones that went to the freezer, we're all done. The night before I want to make those I'll put as many as I want on a baking pan and let them sit overnight. These will rise as they thaw out.


Some to bake                                          Some to freeze for later
For those you'll be making now (which can be all if you wish), cover these and let them rise until they are nearly double in size, about 30 minutes.

After they have risen back these in a 350 degree oven until golden brown. This will be about 18 minutes for individual rolls or 30 minutes if you put them in a roll pan. When they are golden brown you can put them on a rack to cool for about 5 minutes.



Next step is the frosting. You want to make you're own. Why then, keep reading.

Powdered Sugar Icing

In a medium bowl stir together 1 cup of sifted powdered sugar, 1 T. of milk, and 1/4 t. of vanilla. If you need it runnier, add a bit of milk. Thicker? Add a bit more sugar. You want it to be of drizzling consistency,



Drizzle the frosting over the rolls and you, my dear, have an amazingly delicious treat.

Things were a bit crazy for me as I was making these and trying to make my supper. Luckily, I have an amazingly attentive helper who never leaves my side.


A few steps away keeping a "watchful" eye on my baking.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

On the Road/Trail Again

I finally sucked it up and got back on my bike last night. And it felt glorious. Well, except for that part where I finally decided to stop and figure out why the tires were kind of dragging and in (what I thought) was a whole different issue why my fancy pants little bike computer said I was going 46 mph. Turns out they were related issues, I am just smooth enough that while lugging the beast out of storage and over a month or so of recycling I pretend not to see I had gotten the wire from the sensor on the tires to the display on the handle bars wedged in-between the tire and the brake pad. Shredding that little sucker turned out to be the "drag" I was feeling. So off to Target I go today for a new computer. There is $20 out the door from the stupidity line item on my budget.

But the wind across the back of my neck, the sounds of the creek that runs by the bike path, the burning in my calves..all worth it. (Okay, maybe not the burning in my calves.)

Good news is I'm not jaunting off to Target with hurting legs or a sore but. There were some wobbly legs going down the stairs last night, but all in all not too rough. I should probably be heading out again tonight, especially since I'm trying out a new recipe for Raspberry-Almond rolls tonight. I have a hard time accepting a life that doesn't include baked goods and beer, so if I can't lose the wait I figure I should at least work to "maintain" it!

Me and Mom starting the "Tour de Brew" last summer.
This was pre-wanting to die while 30 miles of
hills didn't sound so bad. I don't have any
pics of my laying gasping on the picnic table.

Monday, April 12, 2010

UFO Lineup of Shame

I feel I should open this post with a warning. This post is not for the faint of heart.  Today we tell a gruesome and gritty tale of a rough neighborhood in my living room called the "naughty basket". Here live some of my most rough and disgusting UFO's (unfinished objects). My husband tried to soften the blow by asking if didn't I instead want to call these WIP's (works in progress). I had to avert my eyes and softly tell him, "No, that would imply progress. These are in an indefinite timeout."

Before scrolling to the next picture I ask that you shield the eyes of young children. I present to you, the naughty basket.


The naughty basket.

The world isn't always a pretty place. In this basket are those projects which have disgusted me. There are a variety of reasons for this. Here is the lineup for this unsavory section of my world.


Offender A                               Offender B                                            Offender C                                   Offender D
Our first lineup includes more disdemeanor offenses. No serious crimes for this bunch.

Offender A: Endpaper Mitts These were started to keep me awake during long overnights volunteering at the homeless shelter. Their offenses are really pretty light. These include: 1) a cast-on that made me want to stab myself in the eyes in frustration, 2) colorway of the yarn blending with the red halfway up the mitt and 3) operator error trying to figure out how the hell to work the thumb without breaking up the pattern being worked.

Offender B: Spiral Hat This poor little beanie in beautiful yarn was more a victim of it's circumstances. I got distracted.

Offender C: Thermis Cowl (in green) I fell head over heels in love with this pattern when I first found it. It was great to work on during conference calls with the easy to remember waffle stitch. Then I got to the button panel and started to get a bit nervous the heavier yarn seriously messed up my gauge and it would be WAY TOO BIG. Banishment wasn't far behind.

Offender D: Thermis Cowl (in black) I told you I loved the pattern. I started a smaller size as a gift for my cousin for Christmas, then the timeline was crunching me and so I opted for a cute purse.



Offender E                                                                     Offender F                                                     Offender G
This second tier of the lineup are still pretty mild. Again, mostly low priority projects.

Offender E: Banana Republic Knockoff Hat This mostly just entertained me for a night, then the weather got a bit warmer and the priority level dropped.

Offender F: Multnomah Shawl M.o.n.o.t.o.n.o.u.s And the dirty sherbet shawl took priority. Even though I really want this shawl for it's ability to match half of my wardrobe this spring and frequently find myself wishing it were done, I still make no moves to pick it back up. Solid colored sock yarn in row after row of garter. 'Nuf said?

Offender G: Wabi Sabi Shawl I loved this pattern so much I immediately spent $100 to get a bag of the yarn that was being discontinued. And that was two years ago. Someday I swear to you blogland, someday.



Offender H                               Offender I                                           Offender J                                       Offender K
These are the serious offenders. The ones that make me scowl and curse. These are your rough crowd. The ones that could very well convice the other UFOs to revolt aganist me out of pure spite.

Offender H: Lace Fingerless Mitts I know hate is a strong word, but I hate this project. Really. My (now ex) boss had asked for a pair of fingerless mitts for her birthday coughayearagocough and I let her pick the pattern and the color. Oh, and by the way she is allergic to wool. Enter this way too pink for my tastes acrylic yarn. Ugh (100000) I really hate this project. Really. And once I get the one done, oh wait, there is another.

Offender I: Mary Jane Slippers These started off as a nice relaxing project while I spent a week camping with my family last summer. They were until I got to the point where I was doing the i-cord edging. Then the damn things showed their ugly colors. And I'm not talking about the yarn. Apparently I did a fairly crappy job of casting off or used the wrong cast-off. I think a stretchy cast-off would have done the job. Too tight, no stretch. Oh, and the yarn split while I was trying to uncast-off. Fabulous.

Offender J: Entrelac Scarf This is an object of disgust for me. It said it would need three balls of Noro Kureyon. I had four I had stupidly bought on impulse for a felted bag I had no intention of making so no problemo. I've been working on it FOREVER. And now it wants to eat my last ball I had other plans for. And I really don't think I have a whole 'nother balls worth of knitting this in me. However, it is far too far along for me to jusify frogging at this point. Grr.

Offender K: Dollar and a Half Cardigan This sweater is my prime offender. It has been haunting my UFO basket for a minimum of three years now. I fear it's a lifer. Yes, that is two separate cast-ons for the project you see in that pic.  I fell in love with this a few months in as a newbie knitter. I bought a sweater's worth of yarn oblivious to a dirty little word called "gauge". And now, despite my determination to use this tweed worsted weight yarn I CANNOT GET GAUGE. Any gauge whizs out there? If you have any love or compassion please let me know.

The good news? Calling up the line up to show their scandalous faces led to some organization in the "naughty basket". For now...


All is calm in the 'hood.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Pie. Friday.

First off-two words. Pie. Friday. But you’ll have to wait for it.

I was on my way home from work today after making two stops for alcohol. One for wine and then on second thought some beer while for while I wait for my friends to get here to drink wine. It was a bitch of a day to end one hell of a week. I was listening to a Christian radio station and they were interviewing a new band. The band was talking about how cool it was to be playing alongside bands they grew up listening to. They mentioned the song “What if I Stumble” and suddenly here I am driving in “rush hour” (I live in Iowa) traffic with tears in my eyes.

I grew up in the Lutheran church, but then spent a few years as an agnostic. When I was really struggling with coming back to God I knew that I was in it all the way or not at all. I couldn’t do this whole “social Christian” thing I had seen growing up. Just going to church on holidays but really not letting God have much control over my life Monday-Saturday. So I fought Him for a long time. Not long after I first made the leap my husband (then boyfriend) played the DC Talk song “What if I Stumble” for me. It brought me to tears. I felt so much pressure. I thought as a baby Christian I was embracing the love of a God in a way different from I understood it growing up, but instead I was just vowing to not mess up. I was so afraid I would be a hypocrite.  But I did mess up. I used to cry over the idea of not being good enough for God’s love and the pressure of not knowing how He could love me if I ever stumbled and fell away from Him. But I did. And He still does. In the end the biggest instance of being a hypocrite for me was not accepting the grace I believed in for so many others.  Amazing how different these words can mean to me over seven years later.

What if I stumble, what if I fall?
Will I lose my step and make fools of us all?
Will the love continue when my walk becomes a crawl?
What if I stumble, what if I fall?

What if I stumble, what if I fall?
You never turn in the heat of it all
What if I stumble, what if I fall—
Everyone’s got to crawl

Do they see the fear in my eyes?
Are they so revealing?
This time I cannot disguise
All the doubt I’m feeling
You’re up against a wall, it’s about to fall
I hear you whispering my name you say
“My love for you will never change”
Now for the pie.

For this week's bake-a-long the theme was ginger. Bitter truth, not a ginger fan. However, this pie has seriously made me reconsider this position. Seriously. However, rewind back to before I knew of my upcoming challenging of my ideas on ginger, so Tuesday. I knew that I would be baking a pie this week. I also knew that I couldn't (shouldn't) eat a pie alone. Due to having to work late Thursday I had to miss knitting this week. So, it seemed like a great idea to invite a couple of good friends over for pie.

Ginger Pear  Pie from All Recipes

3 T. cornstarch
1/4 t. ground ginger
1/2 c. water
1/2 c. dark corn syrup
1 t. lemon juice
1/8 teaspoon grated lemon peel
4 large pears, peeled and thinly sliced
1 T. butter or margarine
9 in. pastry shell

Topping:
1/2 c. flour
1/4 c. packed brown sugar
1/8 t. group ginger
1/4 c. cold butter
1/4 c. chopped pecans

Preheat the oven to 425 degrees.





To start off with I made my pie crust. The crust called for a bought shell, but hell no. That's not how we roll here. I don't like the funny aftertaste, but hey, to each their own. I made the shell first so it was done, but put it in the fridge while I made the filling so the butter didn't get too warm.




Next for the filling. In a saucepan, combine the first six ingredients until blended. Gently stir in the pears. Bring to a boil over medium heat, stirring occasionally; boil for one minute. Add butter.





Pour the filling into the pastry shell.  For the topping combine the flour, brown sugar, and ginger in a bowl. Cut in the butter until the mixture resembles coarse crumbs. Sprinkle over the pear fillling.

Bake for 20-25 minutes or until the topping is golden brown.

We let the pie sit for 30 minutes or so. It was still nice and warm, but the filling was a little firmer this way. Sided with ice cream and it was amazing. What a great reason to spend a fabulous Friday night with fabulous friends. Most definitely the stage for a new tradition. Pie Friday sounds like a great way to end every week. Even ones that don't have you wanting to crawl in the fetal position under my desk. My friends rock. Pie is great. It's on.


Thursday, April 8, 2010

Special Deliveries!

It's been a pretty fun week for my mailbox. The joy has outnumbered the bills this week!

First to come was yarn. I KNOW! Yarn in the mailbox is always fun! When we were out for my birthday last week I had asked a friend of mine what he was planning to get his wife whose birthday was a few days away (she was obviously unable to make it to supper). He told us how watching the opening ceremonies of the Olympics she had fallen in love with the US team hats. It was a tale of woe. Seems he went online looking for this and it had been $75 (too much for me already), but they had sold out pretty much instantaneously and then they were $300-$400 on eBay (which they must have sold out there as well, because I couldn't find them in a search). Now, I am a bit of a pushover when it comes to a husband wanting to make his wife happy, so I told him "Hmm, too bad you don't know a knitter". I promised to go looking to see if I could find a pattern for this hat. I am a bad American. For multiple reasons, one of them being I do not watch the Olympics. Not a second of it. Luckily, Ravelry to the rescue. I did a search and I found it!  I was pretty psyched. Granted, her birthday is past, but we are aiming for Christmas. I also have little fear she reads this blog!

So I present to you me at what will most likely be my height of patriotism....

The yarn!
There is even a little American flag decal coming in the mail!

Believe it or not, yarn wasn't the best thing to be placed in my mailbox this week! I have been pretty low and stressed. (My own little version of bi-polar.) We have a community event tonight we don't know if anyone is going to show up for, there are some changes happening in what has been a stable area of my life I am not in support of, and figuring out if we can fix a messed up marriage is HARD. I mean REALLY HARD.

Then this morning I get a text from my husband reading "You've got mail". I was a little worried about what would be in the mailbox. Was it a "Dear, April" letter? But no. I went down (wet hair and bathrobe, very classy) and found these.


The message with them was
"Saw them and thought of you"

This week the mailbox is my friend.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Some fruit salsa a day keeps the gloom away...

Isn’t it fun how you can just really stick anything in that phrase and it sounds fun? “A sticky elephant a day keeps the squirrels away”.

It was a very dreary rainy day here on the front porch of Iowa. One of those days that would make you a bit tired and down and I had lots on my mind today. One of those days that makes me look heavenward and mutter “Can you toss me a frickin’ bone here?”.



But fruit salsa can make things better. There were some strawberries left over from a breakfast meeting today and some tortillas getting hard in the fridge. Game time.

So…

Some of these


plus some of this





gets you to this.



I waited patiently until after supper like a good girl, then put it all together and treated myself to this






Now it’s still raining outside, a row of my lace kicked my ass, and I still feel a little bitch slapped in a few areas of my life, but for now even the wine has a smile. Cheers!






Fruit Salsa with Baked Cinnamon Tortillas

1 Fuji apple-peeled, cored, and diced
1 c. sliced fresh strawberries
2 kiwis, peeled & diced
2 bananas, peeled & diced
1 T. fresh lime juice
2 T. white sugar
¼ t. ground cinnamon
¼ t. ground nutmeg


In a medium bowl, mix together fruits, lime juice, white sugar, cinnamon, and nutmeg. Cover and chill approximately.

Baked Cinnamon Tortillas
Tortillas
Butter
White Sugar
Ground Cinnamon
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Brush tortillas with a thin layer of butter and lightly sprinkle desired amount of sugar & cinnamon. Bake for 10-12 minutes or until tortilla begins to bubble and get crisp around edges. Using kitchen shears cut into triangles. I recommend cutting them straight from the oven while they are warm and still a bit soft. These are best served warm, so I just bake up a couple at a time to eat for myself when I want some salsa.