3/26/20

We went grocery shopping for my parents the other day, it was strangely normal and at the same time not, seeing lists of sold out items upon entry, posted occupancy limits, worried that we wouldn’t be able to get them what they needed, the simple things they asked for. Worried that the other shopper next to me was getting too close, gloves, no gloves, watching how people touched stuff, and how some seemed so unconcerned.

Tomorrow is my last day of regular work, before the Stay Home order goes into effect and there are times I’m not even sure I’m completely comprehending this, any of it, so much is happening. Lately when it’s quiet and I can fully sink into the reality of it all, I get scared, sometimes letting myself worst case things, sometimes dismissing the seriousness, sometimes just going from moment to moment. I don’t know if it will be ok, I hope so, I really hope so, and that’s probably where a lot of us are at right now.

I’ve been debating putting my little shop on hold. On one hand it’s amazing that I can continue with minimal disruption, possibly even apply more focus to it, virtual marketplaces and online communities are incredible. But, in the same breath I worry about the postal workers, and the health and safety of all the critical workers having any unnecessary burden created by me or adding extra stress on already over stressed people and systems during this stressful time. Keeping up an “everything is normal” attitude when it is absolutely not, guilt in asking you my beautiful friends to put your money in my hands during uncertain times, feeling like a frivolity in a time of necessity. I just don’t know.

But, I do know making things makes me unbelievably happy, so I will always be a maker, even if I’m not always selling, and the idea that people like the things I make enough to want to buy them is humbling, I appreciate and adore everyone one of you. ๐Ÿ’•

Right now, for today I’m open, and I’ve put a few handmade treats in the shop for anyone who would like one and for those that don’t, this is just a cute little chocolate bun on a Thursday afternoon. ๐Ÿ’•

living easy

I’ve always made pancakes from scratch, mostly because that’s how my mom showed me and that’s how I taught Lex. But I’ve noticed something happening over the years, we were having less and less pancake meals, and I was really missing them. It seemed such a hassle to drag out all the ingredients, mix & measure, and stand at the stove flipping cakes for years, then the other day while at Costco I saw a 10lb bag of pancake mix, I bought it ..I’m not saying I’ll never make pancakes from scratch again (because oatmeal pancakes with butter, peanut butter and syrup are the stuff) but I love that I can mix & griddle up a single cake in about minute on a lazy afternoon! Not sure why I never thought to buy a ready made mix before or why this revelation/experiment started with an unmanageable industrial food service sized 10lb bag, but here we are and it’s kind life changing.

So to commemorate my new pancakes all day everyday lifestyle, I’ve made some little from scratch, dime sized warm buttery pancakes with syrup and popped them in the shop!

Also a little restock of the yarn sniffer badges, because I’m keeping my face buried in all the yarn. It’s been a pickling and fermented foods/drinks kind of month here and literally everything else smells like some combination of hops, vinegar, dill and garlic. Sorry if you bump into me, because I’m 86% brine at the moment (Jason’s at least 47% beer, but will say he’s only about 13% haha). Also, also you know how everyone’s house has a smell, along with their belongs (like my mom or sister will give me something and eyes closed I can tell which is which just by smell ..not bad smells, just their smells) and I have always wondered what is our smell, I’m not entirely sold on being the fricken pancake pickle beer house!?! …I mean maybe that’s no so bad?

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The Half Of It

I kept coming back to these, I couldn’t tell if was it the alpaca/linen/silk or just the color that got me. Maybe it was both and the idea that these two skeins of Walk Collection Linea needed to be an oversized bulked up Driftless Scarf.

 After a few sheddy rows, yeah, I’m gonna say it was the color.

Ok, the more I get into this the more I’m appreciating the fiber blend, it’s sturdy and structured yet limp and supple, it’s has a furry halo but is slick and glossy. It’s a strange gorgeous combination ๐Ÿ’• ..that just so happens to be the best powdered pink ever!

Second skein joined in, but it seems kinda short at the midway point ..crap :(

As I worked away and the pretty columns kept building, I was contemplating my ability to find a 3rd skein of this colorway, could I even, should I even, how could I justify it when I had more Linea in my stash, the only hangup, it was a completely different color, but it DID have some of the same colors, I should just use it.. yes, I’ll just use it.

Now I’m trying to still love it, trying visualize the shift, hoping it will still be the mega lacy scarf of my dreams and not look too patchwork.

Mood.

Well, that’s interesting, it kind of looks grubby, in a grimy that end drug on the ground kind of way. Notice how I tried to add cohesion by adding a scummy border abound the whole dang thing  …jeesh

Feeling all the love for HALF of it ๐Ÿ’•

All finished and I’ve had a moment to live with it. I really love the stitches, the drape, the length, and I love both colors independently,  but pieced together like this, I just don’t. I tried telling myself it works, but it doesn’t. I know I shouldn’t sweat the small stuff, but sometimes I still do and sometimes you can’t happily wear a scarf with one fancy end and one trashcan end.

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1100 yards / 10″ x 107″ R.I.P

(p.s I did try and source a 3rd skein (of course you already knew that I would!) but the German indie maker of Walk Collection produces very limited small batches, so it’s almost impossible to get your hands on :(

(p.p.s I couldn’t stand it, so I literally just frogged all 1100+ yards of toothy Linea, my table (and probably lungs) are covered in fiber dust, my finger tips are sore from picking at the stuck together stitches, I’m cranky …OMFG yarn you are in timeout right now for being a total grabby f’er)