4.29.14 Sugar and spice? Snips and snails? What is he made of?


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Jack has been with us for about 6 months. In that time his hormones have stabilized (!) and he has been introduced to family, friends and The Emperor. He does not like them much but is getting better at tolerating them. The Emperor is actually the boss, Jack is not allowed upstairs into the Kitty Kingdom!

Jack is estimated to be 4 years old and came from a rescue who got him from a local Animal Control shelter with a bad reputation.  He was altered only a few days before I adopted him. At first he seemed friendly and happy to be out of the shelter. He actually met strangers including children calmly. Then one night….you know it’s coming…Mr. Lady walked him in the dark and Jack was frightened by the loud sounds of a neighbor rolling a huge trash can down his driveway. This insensitive and intoxicated human pursued Jack in order to meet and touch him and was bitten on the finger for his stupidity. Ever since that night Jack has been anxious about people other than myself and Mr. Lady. Then came Christmas and the family visits. That was stressful. Since then he has calmed down some. He sleeps and eats well, has no medical problems. He no longer barks at other walkers or bicyclists unless they make sudden movements. Cars drive right on by without incident. Trucks are fair game but I suppose we can forgive that.  Other dogs are not usually greeted in a friendly way when he is leashed although he might be different off leash I guess. He is protective of the house and door and is alerted by the doorbell. If you come in the back door like a friend and ignore him for a while you will usually be accepted if you are calm. Just keep your hands up and talk to him! He does have a habit of barking when people including Mr. Lady get up to leave a room that I happen to be in. He is guarding and protecting me I guess? Or maybe I am the boss and he is the backup? Mr. Lady never asks my permission…

I wish I knew his heritage. He appears to be a combination of spaniel and chihuahua to me. Maybe a little dachshund? Maybe some sheltie? What do you think? What is he made of? And would he like a friend? Maybe a calm lady? Like me and Mr. Lady? Me being calm and Mr. Lady being Jack in this scenario.  Hehe.

4.28.14 The Monday After

Hello all. This past weekend was the second coming of the Powhatan’s Festival of Fiber. I missed the original event while recuperating last year so this was my first. Get that? Anyway, it was a beautiful thing. The festival was so well organized that I think I saw every booth. The vendors were fresh and well stocked (pre-MS&W next weekend) so not worn out with vending and crowds and setting up and pulling down. There was a storm the night before during which I took cover in my powder room, but that did not effect the grounds or the mood.

I was in a festival mode with my friend Issy, who actually bought a hat. I was substituting for Issy’s usual sidekick Linda who was out of town, more’s the pity for her. We saw so many friends and new vendors. And I had such a good time I took very few photos. But I did “get in trouble” as they say with purchases from some very talented people. Another friend Judy was demonstrating spinning on the old great wheel (aka walking wheel or wool wheel). After I gave it to her she restored and loved into a new life! Obviously she enjoys the heck out of it!


OMG the colors! The sky!



Awaiting and after shearing…. with panic on part of the sheep. There was also a baby alpaca demonstrating the dance of distress because its mother was gone for shearing.



Handmade, Raku fired buttons for my Apple Cider Donut cardigan (!) by Dimensions in Virginia Beach. The photo does not do these any justice.


Five luscious hanks of singles fingering weight SW Merino in the color “Skein Cocaine” for this from KismetFiberWorks.



I also bought some Leiscester Longwool roving from Gum Tree Farm in Chesapeake VA. Beautiful!


We came, we saw, we ate the donuts.  Hi Issy! It was fun wasn’t it?


4.17.14 Back and recovering

I know it sounds insensitive but hear me out.  Every time I visit Mom I have to take a few days to recover and always wish I had taken Mr. Lady. This trip was no exception. My mother (who does NOT have access to the internet) and I have never really been able to get along since I had the power to deduce that she was different from other moms. That was at about age 10. Now that she has early ALZ dementia in addition to personality disorder she is most difficult. Paranoia has taken over.  Anger and mistrust is ever-present to family and trust is misplaced in those who should not receive it. She has lost quite a bit of money to psychics and scammers who call and request donations, offer readings or tell her she has won a prize but must pay an ever increasing amount of “insurance” or “tax”. As a family, we are trying to work out the best solution to her late life years and have hired a care manager with whom I met last week. She seems very professional and competent (LCSW with many years experience and positive attitude) but she is not entirely up to speed on the situation yet. And this week she is on vacation. Mom is quite angry with all of this intervention. Ah well, things can only get better lets hope.

On to better subjects. Charlemagne the Emperor is doing well. He had a visit to the vet for routine care and pedicure the other day. While there he goes by the name of Charlie. He travels in a pink and mint green 1990s colors carrier that once belonged to Sylvia Charlotte our tuxedo sweetie. Charles does not like this but seems to have recovered. I use the “scruff and flip” method to disorient him into the carrier. He is confused by this and his new claw length but better them than me for trimming them! He has a whole couch in the loom room on which to lounge and nap. He does not mind the labrador either. By the way, sorry for the blurry photo quality. Some are taken with iPhone because my camera is temporarily battery-less.



Since back home I have been taking stock of projects. The loom is threaded and all that is left is the tie-up. Not difficult but I have to stick with it to the end unless I want to get confused and lost with all the texsolv. Maybe I will do that today.


On the knitting front the Forest Darkness Bohus is progressing as is the Apple Cider Donut

I have had a birthday and have ordered myself some items that most girls need for public appearance. I have discovered that none of my shirts fit and my back, shoulders and neck hurt still, a year after major neck surgery! What does that have to do with birthdays? It is just that I have been wearing the most wrong sized bra imaginable and decided to buy myself some new ones that fit. So I took a risk and ordered from an online shop that has bra fitting algorithms. I am so happy with this I have to share. I think I clicked on a Facebook link for True and Co. I cannot believe how easy it was to shop for bras and be happy doing it. To begin, I completed a simple questionnaire and received recommendations. Then I placed an order for the selections that I chose to try.  Two extra bras to try (in my case in different sizes) were included in the shipment. The selections are then sent FREE to try on. After receiving my Personal Box of Beautiful (hehe), trying on and deciding to keep or return, I filled out an online feedback questionnaire for each bra and sent the returns back within 5 days FREE. Just pay for what you keep. You must complete the feedback questionnaire or face a $20 penalty. Ta-da. Three new bras painlessly. That fit. That are reasonably priced. Don’t be discouraged by the cute young models and fancy styles. I just turned, er, 57 and am completely satisfied with this. And I didn’t have to go to a store that would not have had my size anyway. I am not large busted but would never in a million years known that I wore a size 34E. What the heck?? Is that even a size???  I believe most of the bras are from the UK but True and Co. are now manufacturing their own line as well. My back feels better already.



Next up, my clog obsession resurfaces.

4.10.14 Featherweight History

I am visiting my mom who still lives in the house where we lived from when I was 5 years old. It is sad to see how old she is and how small and dated the house is. But she won’t leave it. She is 85 and still drives and works 4 mornings a week. But she is failing in mind and body. Mostly mind. She says she never naps.


She received a gift from my father when I was born of flowers and a featherweight sewing machine. He told her that now that she had a baby girl she could make little dresses for me. She never did sew much but my granny did when she visited . And I learned to sew on this machine. Happy birthday!



I Love My New Loom and my Dog.


This Glimakra standard countermarche is a masterpiece of simplicity. Sticks and string and some metal in the brake and reed. I am finally getting to know it better. This is a towel warp.

My dog Jack is complex. He loves me but is not friendly. This puzzles people.