Monthly Archives: August 2006

Making Lemonade….

…..well sort of.

Many of you may recall that I am in the possession of about three and a half pounds of crap roving. This roving is so utterly bad that the only resemblance it has to the fleece we took to the mill is the color. No kidding. For the last several weeks I’ve been to disappointed to even look at the stuff, but today, I dug out a roll of roving and have been playing with dye.

Now, this roving is not spinnable, at least by no one I know, and so the thought has been that something would have to be created from the roving itself. Trouble is, the roving barely holds together, not enough to knit it on jumbo needles anyway. So the thought I’ve been playing around with has been to dye it, hoping that it will partially felt and then braid it and stitch it into a basket, bowl or rug or some such.

This morning I just launched in, I mean really, what’s the worse that can happen? I’ll have a pile of COLORED crap roving, right? First off, I placed some wool into a 2 gallon ziplock:


Then, I mixed 6 packets of Black Cherry Kool-ade, and a splash of vinegar with 2 quarts of water and poured it into the bag. After smooshing it around pretty well, I set it outside between layers of black garbage bag.

Next up, I decided to try red wine. I had a bottle that was opened last week sometime, so I put more roving into another baggie, poured in the wine and set it outside with the other bag.

Well, now I was on a roll, so I got out the food coloring, setting the roving into canning jars as well as another ziplock, and put three more batches in the sun, this time in my canner.

I realize that this is the quick and dirty way of dying wool, and really I have no idea whether it will work or not. What I do know is that I won’t be any worse off; what I started with was practically unusable, so I’ve really got nothing to lose. If it turns out the way I’m hoping, then I’ll have been successful. Even Thomas Edison had off days, and said “I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.”

Hopefully I’ll figure something out before 10,000 trys. Yikes.

While we wait to see what the results will be, remember to stop by Brett’s pledge page and make a donation for his MS Ride—coming up in two weeks. Every little bit helps, and if you click on the picture of the handsome guy in the sidebar you can make your donation easy breezy! If you decide to donate, leave me a comment and you’ll be entered for some sort of wonderful prize, (as if the good feeling you get from helping others isn’t reward enough 🙂 )

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Making Lemonade….

…..well sort of.

Many of you may recall that I am in the possession of about three and a half pounds of crap roving. This roving is so utterly bad that the only resemblance it has to the fleece we took to the mill is the color. No kidding. For the last several weeks I’ve been to disappointed to even look at the stuff, but today, I dug out a roll of roving and have been playing with dye.

Now, this roving is not spinnable, at least by no one I know, and so the thought has been that something would have to be created from the roving itself. Trouble is, the roving barely holds together, not enough to knit it on jumbo needles anyway. So the thought I’ve been playing around with has been to dye it, hoping that it will partially felt and then braid it and stitch it into a basket, bowl or rug or some such.

This morning I just launched in, I mean really, what’s the worse that can happen? I’ll have a pile of COLORED crap roving, right? First off, I placed some wool into a 2 gallon ziplock:


Then, I mixed 6 packets of Black Cherry Kool-ade, and a splash of vinegar with 2 quarts of water and poured it into the bag. After smooshing it around pretty well, I set it outside between layers of black garbage bag.

Next up, I decided to try red wine. I had a bottle that was opened last week sometime, so I put more roving into another baggie, poured in the wine and set it outside with the other bag.

Well, now I was on a roll, so I got out the food coloring, setting the roving into canning jars as well as another ziplock, and put three more batches in the sun, this time in my canner.

I realize that this is the quick and dirty way of dying wool, and really I have no idea whether it will work or not. What I do know is that I won’t be any worse off; what I started with was practically unusable, so I’ve really got nothing to lose. If it turns out the way I’m hoping, then I’ll have been successful. Even Thomas Edison had off days, and said “I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.”

Hopefully I’ll figure something out before 10,000 trys. Yikes.

While we wait to see what the results will be, remember to stop by Brett’s pledge page and make a donation for his MS Ride—coming up in two weeks. Every little bit helps, and if you click on the picture of the handsome guy in the sidebar you can make your donation easy breezy! If you decide to donate, leave me a comment and you’ll be entered for some sort of wonderful prize, (as if the good feeling you get from helping others isn’t reward enough 🙂 )

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Making Lemonade….

…..well sort of.

Many of you may recall that I am in the possession of about three and a half pounds of crap roving. This roving is so utterly bad that the only resemblance it has to the fleece we took to the mill is the color. No kidding. For the last several weeks I’ve been to disappointed to even look at the stuff, but today, I dug out a roll of roving and have been playing with dye.

Now, this roving is not spinnable, at least by no one I know, and so the thought has been that something would have to be created from the roving itself. Trouble is, the roving barely holds together, not enough to knit it on jumbo needles anyway. So the thought I’ve been playing around with has been to dye it, hoping that it will partially felt and then braid it and stitch it into a basket, bowl or rug or some such.

This morning I just launched in, I mean really, what’s the worse that can happen? I’ll have a pile of COLORED crap roving, right? First off, I placed some wool into a 2 gallon ziplock:


Then, I mixed 6 packets of Black Cherry Kool-ade, and a splash of vinegar with 2 quarts of water and poured it into the bag. After smooshing it around pretty well, I set it outside between layers of black garbage bag.

Next up, I decided to try red wine. I had a bottle that was opened last week sometime, so I put more roving into another baggie, poured in the wine and set it outside with the other bag.

Well, now I was on a roll, so I got out the food coloring, setting the roving into canning jars as well as another ziplock, and put three more batches in the sun, this time in my canner.

I realize that this is the quick and dirty way of dying wool, and really I have no idea whether it will work or not. What I do know is that I won’t be any worse off; what I started with was practically unusable, so I’ve really got nothing to lose. If it turns out the way I’m hoping, then I’ll have been successful. Even Thomas Edison had off days, and said “I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.”

Hopefully I’ll figure something out before 10,000 trys. Yikes.

While we wait to see what the results will be, remember to stop by Brett’s pledge page and make a donation for his MS Ride—coming up in two weeks. Every little bit helps, and if you click on the picture of the handsome guy in the sidebar you can make your donation easy breezy! If you decide to donate, leave me a comment and you’ll be entered for some sort of wonderful prize, (as if the good feeling you get from helping others isn’t reward enough 🙂 )

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Making Lemonade….

…..well sort of.

Many of you may recall that I am in the possession of about three and a half pounds of crap roving. This roving is so utterly bad that the only resemblance it has to the fleece we took to the mill is the color. No kidding. For the last several weeks I’ve been to disappointed to even look at the stuff, but today, I dug out a roll of roving and have been playing with dye.

Now, this roving is not spinnable, at least by no one I know, and so the thought has been that something would have to be created from the roving itself. Trouble is, the roving barely holds together, not enough to knit it on jumbo needles anyway. So the thought I’ve been playing around with has been to dye it, hoping that it will partially felt and then braid it and stitch it into a basket, bowl or rug or some such.

This morning I just launched in, I mean really, what’s the worse that can happen? I’ll have a pile of COLORED crap roving, right? First off, I placed some wool into a 2 gallon ziplock:


Then, I mixed 6 packets of Black Cherry Kool-ade, and a splash of vinegar with 2 quarts of water and poured it into the bag. After smooshing it around pretty well, I set it outside between layers of black garbage bag.

Next up, I decided to try red wine. I had a bottle that was opened last week sometime, so I put more roving into another baggie, poured in the wine and set it outside with the other bag.

Well, now I was on a roll, so I got out the food coloring, setting the roving into canning jars as well as another ziplock, and put three more batches in the sun, this time in my canner.

I realize that this is the quick and dirty way of dying wool, and really I have no idea whether it will work or not. What I do know is that I won’t be any worse off; what I started with was practically unusable, so I’ve really got nothing to lose. If it turns out the way I’m hoping, then I’ll have been successful. Even Thomas Edison had off days, and said “I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.”

Hopefully I’ll figure something out before 10,000 trys. Yikes.

While we wait to see what the results will be, remember to stop by Brett’s pledge page and make a donation for his MS Ride—coming up in two weeks. Every little bit helps, and if you click on the picture of the handsome guy in the sidebar you can make your donation easy breezy! If you decide to donate, leave me a comment and you’ll be entered for some sort of wonderful prize, (as if the good feeling you get from helping others isn’t reward enough 🙂 )

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What a day!

So, I’m laying in bed this morning, easing myself into consciousness, and thinking, I don’t have to hurry, there’s nothing on the calendar for today, I can take my time….when the phone rings. Eva is inviting me to join her for breakfast—-she has taken the day off, little dude is in pre-school for the day and she’s ready for a girlie day out.

Up I hop, make myself presentable and off we go to a nearby eatery for breakfast, complete with champagne (mimosa for me, something with cranberry for Eva). From there, we went hunting for a dress to wear to the shindig at the end of September. Now I must pause here and say that while I appreciate a bargain as much as the next gal, I really don’t like to hunt for it. Eva, on the other hand, loves to sort through the offerings at Ross, so that’s where we ended up. After trying on 9 or 10 options, I bought 2…..and a pair of shoes. For less than half of what I would have spent on the dress that wouldn’t zip.

After a trip to turn in outgrown toys and clothes at the children’s resale shop, we headed to a new pub in the neighborhood for an adult beverage and bite to eat—neat little place, good food, great bar, pool tables and more big screen TV’s than a body could keep track of. What’s up with that, anyway? I find the televisions to be a distraction when I’m in a restaurant, do you? It would be a great place to go with a group, maybe to watch Monday Night Football, but a lousy place to take a date, just sayin’.

From there, we were off to find some earrings to wear with the dress, a quick trip through PayLess Shoes and Target, and back home again—-a successful day all in all.

AND….it’s someone’s birthday too.

This lovely lady was born just before the Great Depression, in Northern California, and after her brother came along 18 months later and logging industry all but shut down, the little family moved back to the homestead in Snohomish, Washington, where 2 more brothers joined the family. Her father died when she was just a little girl, leaving her mom to raise 4 children on the small farm, during the depression. As she grew up, she took care of the boys while her Mom earned a paycheck, and to hear her tell it, they were not always eager to cooperate. After high school she went to business college and then got a job with Alaska Airlines (the only woman in a shop full of men). She met and married her husband in 1953, and settled into a little yellow house on Beverly Lane. Eight years later, she became my mother.

Our days were full of mudpies and dancing lessons. I remember taking trips downtown, eating at the dime store soda fountain and buying little packages of plastic jewelry. I remember pouring over the Sears Catalog for school clothes, trips to the beauty school for haircuts, and home perms. When I was in high school, Mom made my prom dresses, helped me choose and buy bouteniers for my dates and waited up for me to get home. Though she is not the demonstrative type, I never doubted for a single minute her love for me.

Over the years there have been vacations and holidays together; D.C. the Grand Canyon and Disneyland in more recent years. A couple years ago, while we were living in Washington, we bought season tickets to the 5th, and looked forward to each and every show. And even though I now live several states away, I look forward to our times together.

Happy Birthday Mom—-I hope it’s a great one.

(new word wednesday will return next week)

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What a day!

So, I’m laying in bed this morning, easing myself into consciousness, and thinking, I don’t have to hurry, there’s nothing on the calendar for today, I can take my time….when the phone rings. Eva is inviting me to join her for breakfast—-she has taken the day off, little dude is in pre-school for the day and she’s ready for a girlie day out.

Up I hop, make myself presentable and off we go to a nearby eatery for breakfast, complete with champagne (mimosa for me, something with cranberry for Eva). From there, we went hunting for a dress to wear to the shindig at the end of September. Now I must pause here and say that while I appreciate a bargain as much as the next gal, I really don’t like to hunt for it. Eva, on the other hand, loves to sort through the offerings at Ross, so that’s where we ended up. After trying on 9 or 10 options, I bought 2…..and a pair of shoes. For less than half of what I would have spent on the dress that wouldn’t zip.

After a trip to turn in outgrown toys and clothes at the children’s resale shop, we headed to a new pub in the neighborhood for an adult beverage and bite to eat—neat little place, good food, great bar, pool tables and more big screen TV’s than a body could keep track of. What’s up with that, anyway? I find the televisions to be a distraction when I’m in a restaurant, do you? It would be a great place to go with a group, maybe to watch Monday Night Football, but a lousy place to take a date, just sayin’.

From there, we were off to find some earrings to wear with the dress, a quick trip through PayLess Shoes and Target, and back home again—-a successful day all in all.

AND….it’s someone’s birthday too.

This lovely lady was born just before the Great Depression, in Northern California, and after her brother came along 18 months later and logging industry all but shut down, the little family moved back to the homestead in Snohomish, Washington, where 2 more brothers joined the family. Her father died when she was just a little girl, leaving her mom to raise 4 children on the small farm, during the depression. As she grew up, she took care of the boys while her Mom earned a paycheck, and to hear her tell it, they were not always eager to cooperate. After high school she went to business college and then got a job with Alaska Airlines (the only woman in a shop full of men). She met and married her husband in 1953, and settled into a little yellow house on Beverly Lane. Eight years later, she became my mother.

Our days were full of mudpies and dancing lessons. I remember taking trips downtown, eating at the dime store soda fountain and buying little packages of plastic jewelry. I remember pouring over the Sears Catalog for school clothes, trips to the beauty school for haircuts, and home perms. When I was in high school, Mom made my prom dresses, helped me choose and buy bouteniers for my dates and waited up for me to get home. Though she is not the demonstrative type, I never doubted for a single minute her love for me.

Over the years there have been vacations and holidays together; D.C. the Grand Canyon and Disneyland in more recent years. A couple years ago, while we were living in Washington, we bought season tickets to the 5th, and looked forward to each and every show. And even though I now live several states away, I look forward to our times together.

Happy Birthday Mom—-I hope it’s a great one.

(new word wednesday will return next week)

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What a day!

So, I’m laying in bed this morning, easing myself into consciousness, and thinking, I don’t have to hurry, there’s nothing on the calendar for today, I can take my time….when the phone rings. Eva is inviting me to join her for breakfast—-she has taken the day off, little dude is in pre-school for the day and she’s ready for a girlie day out.

Up I hop, make myself presentable and off we go to a nearby eatery for breakfast, complete with champagne (mimosa for me, something with cranberry for Eva). From there, we went hunting for a dress to wear to the shindig at the end of September. Now I must pause here and say that while I appreciate a bargain as much as the next gal, I really don’t like to hunt for it. Eva, on the other hand, loves to sort through the offerings at Ross, so that’s where we ended up. After trying on 9 or 10 options, I bought 2…..and a pair of shoes. For less than half of what I would have spent on the dress that wouldn’t zip.

After a trip to turn in outgrown toys and clothes at the children’s resale shop, we headed to a new pub in the neighborhood for an adult beverage and bite to eat—neat little place, good food, great bar, pool tables and more big screen TV’s than a body could keep track of. What’s up with that, anyway? I find the televisions to be a distraction when I’m in a restaurant, do you? It would be a great place to go with a group, maybe to watch Monday Night Football, but a lousy place to take a date, just sayin’.

From there, we were off to find some earrings to wear with the dress, a quick trip through PayLess Shoes and Target, and back home again—-a successful day all in all.

AND….it’s someone’s birthday too.

This lovely lady was born just before the Great Depression, in Northern California, and after her brother came along 18 months later and logging industry all but shut down, the little family moved back to the homestead in Snohomish, Washington, where 2 more brothers joined the family. Her father died when she was just a little girl, leaving her mom to raise 4 children on the small farm, during the depression. As she grew up, she took care of the boys while her Mom earned a paycheck, and to hear her tell it, they were not always eager to cooperate. After high school she went to business college and then got a job with Alaska Airlines (the only woman in a shop full of men). She met and married her husband in 1953, and settled into a little yellow house on Beverly Lane. Eight years later, she became my mother.

Our days were full of mudpies and dancing lessons. I remember taking trips downtown, eating at the dime store soda fountain and buying little packages of plastic jewelry. I remember pouring over the Sears Catalog for school clothes, trips to the beauty school for haircuts, and home perms. When I was in high school, Mom made my prom dresses, helped me choose and buy bouteniers for my dates and waited up for me to get home. Though she is not the demonstrative type, I never doubted for a single minute her love for me.

Over the years there have been vacations and holidays together; D.C. the Grand Canyon and Disneyland in more recent years. A couple years ago, while we were living in Washington, we bought season tickets to the 5th, and looked forward to each and every show. And even though I now live several states away, I look forward to our times together.

Happy Birthday Mom—-I hope it’s a great one.

(new word wednesday will return next week)

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