It is Math Class. Take your seats

Famous lurker Karen , who can knit circles around me, was admiring my striped mitts. She says she cannot get this effect. So I began to formulate a few numbers and a plan .

I decided, ahem, Math was never my strong suit, to figure this out for her.


#1 Karen could buy the exact same yarn . (Studio sock from Neighbor Hood Fiber Company.)

#2 If she can knit stockinette in the round at 6 its/inch and 9rows per inch, she SHOULD get the stripes I got.

#3 Still with me? Of course, she has to cast on 48 stitches for this to work as well. So She could cast on 48 stitches for a fingerless mitt, a mitten, Baby leggings….or a very small kitten tube sweater…..

#4 To be even more certain Karen could get the same stripes in her knitting, I got out the tape measure. Measure twice cut once. Nah. You don’t cut at all really.

I measured the inches between color changes in my yarn . IT changed every 162 inches or so.

Picture me making Fireman help me with the measuring and Fezzik whacking away at the yarn. I do things for my friends.

So am I right? If Karen buys the same yarn, knits at the same gauge and measures her color changes before she knits, she should get the same stripes.

OH! Karen asked, how do I know how long the color changes are when it is in the skein? YOU GOT ME. But, I know she has stashed yarn that is wound up and she can see if any of them have a similar color dyes that measure 162 inches per change.

Get that tape measure out Karen and let us know how often your colors change. That’s your homework.

I Don’t see any flaws in my logic. I needed a big diversion the day Karen asked me how I got such nice stripes. This was fun to figure out and I wanted to share it with you.

Okay, any other questions? Kim?
“are you using Striped Yarn when you Knit with the Knitters Hunk? Because My gauge might vary then…”

Answer: yes Kim. And on a side note. I don’t approve of John Stamos’ Geico commercial that includes him knitting a scarf. You get extra credit if you know why the commercial is inaccurate. You get DOUBLE extra points if your mate knew there was something wrong with it to, even If they weren’t sure exactly why.

“Yes, Nancy?” “In Wyoming, our schools had very strong Math curriculums. You need math when you sew as many quilts as I do! This was easy. But, my question is, what if I dye my own yarn? How do I make sure my color changes are the same size.

Me: Nancy , my answer would be a complete crap shoot. But If anyone out there can help Nancy, please do so and share with the rest of us.

Excuse me……Meredith…Teresa (whispering to each other) ……do you have something to share with the rest of the class?

Teresa: “Yes I do! Meredith and I would like to know why you left out crochet in this lesson? You always are talking knitting. “

ME: Well , Ladies if you would like to explain this to the rest of us so that crochet will stripe nicely, I will give you time next class to teach us. Thank you. Let’s stop the chit chat please.

(JK. I had to poke some fuN)


Lots to Cover this Week

There was some texting between #1 Lurker Karen and I this weekend. While we watched our Cubbies win the DIVISION! , we laughed at ourselves. I spent the better part of last week lost in pattern land and not knitting much of anything. Karen, was somewhat the same. She said, Let’s face it. I have at least 5 projects within arms reach. She said, maybe we can be content with our starts and , perhaps there is a life lesson in there. Karen, you always have a calm way of looking at yarn…

See the start above? Well, it is was returned to the shelf for now. But, I did take stock and found another unfinished shawl, and a sock start that could be salvaged. Seems I didn’t like the third color I added and just gave it up. I have another sunflower sock to knit and another mitt. But, what am I knitting?

The Little Angle Lace scarf from the Koigu paintbox book. Seems I cast on 290 stitches the other night and then put it away. Seems I didn’t want to purl that much. Well, today I decided to give her a go. You know , If I don’t have to switch from purl to knit, it is not that different from straight knit stitches in terms of my speed.

We are going to have some wild topics this week. I know things are undoubtedly wild enough , but my strategy for this week is distractions. Want to know some topics I’ll share with you?
1. Interweave has a podcast I had to listen to. If COVID weren’t bad enough, and it is, they did a story on the Donner party last year. Now there’s a sorry group of people with horrible luck and little they could do about it. Yet, some survived. We’ll explore the young children on the trip and what they held dear.

2. I am going to take my fermented bananas and feed the trees with it. Right now the mix of banana and brown sugar looks pretty wicked in the tight lidded tupperware. It is supposed to be great for gardens. But, what will it smell like when I open it? I hope it smells sweet, but that I can accomplish this some sunset when they crazed pollinators are bedded down for the night. Thus far I remain unscathed.

3. Karen had me thinking about why my mitts took to striping so nicely. I did some Math. Seriously, I did the math. I think we have a fairly fool proof method for her getting the same striping pattern instead of those strange pops of staggered changes that happen sometimes with yarns that supposedly stripe and yet don’t.

4. If you aren’t concerned enough about COVID, we now have a brain eating waterborne amoeba that took a darling child’s life this weekend. THat’s it. Bottled water for me. And a story about a strange person taking water samples at our lake jus two days ago….

5. Oh, and one other topic: we will explore the touch factor and how ordering yarn on line, makes for a calculated risk. If I haven’t used the yarn before , how will I know if it is soft enough for me? We’ll talk.

In the mean time happy Monday. The end of September nears, and we are doing okay. WE are. Some of you have lost loved ones to COvid, and you are the sufferers. Many of you are afraid of the disease, as I am. Yet, we are cutting through the beast with the only machete we have…….we will get through this. Whether meditation, ,knocking down decks, canning jams or just sending a postcard, keep connecting. As someone said early on:
distance must not mean disconnect.

This is how you cheat on Blogging

First, I have to tell you that we are still feeding the hummingbirds. It is glorious out at almost 11 pm on the porch. 70s and windy like crazy. I love to hear the leaves rattle when I sleep with the windows open. And I shall , soon. It seems Late to have them around, but I am so glad they are.

I finally finished SOMETHING. I can see mistakes, but these are for me. I need two fingers to work with my Apple Watch. So I made the mitts extra long and created a thumb and first finger hole. I will clean up the sites of those openings. Not today. I was thrilled the Cubs Won their Division tonight. Baseball has made me quite happy during COvid.

Okay, so I have been reading your blogs of course. I don’t know where the time is going, however. So here is how one cheats:

*Teresa’s husband is back in the house! Cheers for all! We are so glad he is healthy again.

*Sprites hoping to garden and bike this weekend. At this point Sprite, Im working on a bed that was weeds and trying to cover it with hot ash. This is how we do a controlled burn. Yesterday. Today the winds are too high for such a thing.

*Cindy, Delighted Hands, ripped her entire shawl back and started over. I love you. I have ripped so much in the last few days. Kindred souls. Just Rip her out!

*Deb is making a wooly squirrel. HE is adorable . Deb do these become rugs? Hangings?

*What I’m up to today : They are deciding what to do with a little vacation time: I’d pick making the jam , myself. Removing a deck is another of their options. Yikes . That one would not be happening. But what satisfaction if you do it!

*Kim asked what I would eat if I could go anyplace without a COVID worry with me:she says catfish or cheeseburger. I say CATTLEMANS in Oklahoma for the best filet of my life , for the 3rd time in my life.

*Allissa at HeadKnits made a list. One of the things she regrets is being uptight with her firstborn. Ha! We all were! I swear the only ones who were not, were the sweet teen moms, who I sent home with their baby on the” L” . The didn’t have a worry. IT was like they had a doll. I was so uptight with Al. I knew way too much. But I tell her, she asked to be my first. So there.

Tomorrow , is going to be here soon. IF I didnt mention you tonight, I’ll catch you another time.




I’m as mixed up as a skien of yarn on a winder. I cannot seem to settle on anything for knitting. This has been going on for over a week. My knitting must be more important to my well being than I thought.

I have all this wonderful yarn from Regina. I see all the things you are creating, and all I have is a half knitted fingerless glove. I am truly unsettled when I am between projects. I get a runner’s high (well I’ve never had a runners high but I’m guessing it feels like a knitter’s high) when I am into my next project, and committed.

So, I wound some yarn this morning. My swift is toast. And my toaster is toast. Seriously, it went in the trash just now. The toaster, not the swift. This gorgeous painted yarn is from Regina. I’m thinking of knitting the Little Angel Lace scarf. 4 rows to repeat. Cast on 290 stitches. THere’s the rub.

I will do what I always do and go to your blogs for inspiration.

In the meantime I will appreciate this gorgeous Wisconsin day in the 70s with warm lake water. This means Paddling. If it weren’t for camper I’d never have done so much this summer.

And while my vegetable garden failed, my buckthorn removal did not! There is now a native plant called BONESET blooming in my woods! They are beautiful. Some echinacea from Regina took there too. I need to keep the woods that are in my care strong.

If you want to suggest a shawl to me it can’t be garter based, it can’t have a hard chart, and it has to be beautiful.

Tiny Needles

Thanks to everyone who played Q and A yesterday. I loved that one of you wanted to carry a bag on a stick so you told your mom you were running away to the backyard.. Great imagination. And speaking of, Zach told me one of his students , who is very young, was being very imaginative during class. When Al was little, we watched a lot of Sesame street, and they had just introduced a woman who could use sign language.

So we were sitting at the table, and I asked Allison a question, and she signed back . (incorrectly but signed) I said, “Al what are you doing? and she said, “Im doing sign language, mom!” And then I had to guess what she wanted to say. Dinner was the bewitching time for all of us anyhow, so while cute, I remember thinking, oh just eat!

I think understanding comedy is really important for kids. Zach’s favorite books were The Far Side and other comics. I’m told Comedy is a high level type of comprehension. So if you are home schooling, I suggest you read comics. Family Circus ? Family Circle is not too hard to follow, for starts. Or Dennis the Menace.

Look at me, not a teacher, doling out advice. I apologize to the teachers.

Okay, for knitting. The above photo is the start of the shawl I cannot get out of my head. It took me about 7 starts last night to focus and get to this point. Thou Shalt Not Laugh at thy blog pals efforts. IT is the SHORT BEACH SHAWL pattern.

I think i want to go to here. All set up for you. Ready to roast some marshmallows. Bucket list…..

I have to go paddle now. We have 5 days of great weather ahead of us. I cannot waste a day . Even though my shoulder is sore and my fingers tingle, I have all of Nov and December and beyond to get it back in shape.

My Cubs are in the play offs! Wheeeeee. That season went fast…..

Have a good day. I hope you are surprised by something new and wonderful. I

Tuesday Q and A : Family memories

Well, I’ve been trying to educate myself on ground bees. It seems they are not really a bad thing. They actually form tunnels, tiny tunnels, that help with aerating your soil.

So the photo, shows you a trap near our porch door. I’ll leave the ground pollinators alone for now.

I have to thank all of you, Ellen , and MildyGranola, and anyone who feels my lil blog is of help to you. Even if you come here sporadically, I love each comment. I love that my writing is relatable.


So, here are some questions that are for todays’ post:

Did your mother /father hit you with a wooden spoon?

Did you ever run away?

What was the worst punishment you remember?

My family teased like crazy. I tried very hard not to repeat that in our family. Did yours?

Were you told to stop crying ?

Did you have a weekly ritual of any kind?

What is the worst thing your family taught you about eating?

How did you family acquire family dogs?

Was someone always in trouble if the ice cube tray was empty?

DO you remember your mother being pregnant with a sibling? What were your thoughts on pregnancy?

THanks! For Teresa, my answers are in the comments, right where she likes them! And since she is recovering from Eye surgery, she gets points for even reading this blog!

Weaving you a Story

  • Chapter one: you may have a worry on a rock by my St. Francis. I put your worries there and he takes care of them. It started out as a workshop idea that Zach shared with me. He didn’t do it. But I did. Mortimer, Stephs kitten, Klunk, Kim’s grand kitty, worries about covid are written on a rock, Betsy’s back, People you are worried about with COVID worries, My friend Kath’s brother with cancer, and the simple words :Oklahoma and Mexico each are painted on a rock. Beatles was losing weight and now he’s better. He has a rock. Anyhow, I’m taking too much on emotionally. Yesterday was my father’s birthday , the first since he passed. I was angry with him. As Inigo Montoya says, Ive been in the revenge business for so long, I don’t know what Im going to do with the rest of my life. Well, I’m not vengeful, but I’m hurt and angry.. I’m furious actually that my father’s addiction to alcohol is touching me even after his death. Maybe I should talk to someone………that’s the name of a book I’ve heard is good!
  • The smokey Lake Geneva sunset was actually pretty and If you didn’t know the havoc it wreaked, then it would be pretty. But, I took on your fires and your earthquakes too, and maybe I better go paint another rock for the weather I can’t control.
  • The rose plant is so tiny. It was a gift from Fireman’s Aunt after my mom died. The lil bush lives on and blossoms here and there. My father had a rose garden and had climbing roses. He would cut roses from the front garden and bring them in for the kitchen table. Maybe it was to say he loved my mom. Maybe it was just to brag that he could grow roses with Miracle Grow.
  • So so so little knitting got done this weekend. It frustrated me. This is all I have to show. I’m not complaining because Karen and I spent the whole Cub game the other night texting patterns to each other. Every possible thing I’ve thought I wanted to knit is now scratched off my list. I had the pattern but not the yarn. I had the yarn but not the pattern.
  • Some long long phone calls happened.. I love both friends, but they used to suck the life out of me and walk right into my house if the door was open and I hadn’t answered a knock or hello.
  • And I cramped up my hand writing postcards to voters this weekend. But, it felt like the right thing to do. Everybody should feel their vote counts, I hope.
  • Al mentioned she loved my stonecrop, so I dug some up for her. I’ Will check to see if the state prohibits plant sharing.
  • My friend Maribeth and her husband John, are in the Grand Tetons. They sent me this photo of them and their vehicle meeting a flock of sheep and the shepard yesterday! Oh my goodness LOOK at that real life photo of Sept 2020. That beats COVID doesnt it?? I LOVE it. I may ask my sister to paint it for me.
  • Okay, thanks for listening to me. Ive decided to let it all go with my father and turn to the Father of us all. Because he will love me and heal the wounds my given Father left.
  • Off to paddle with my Fireman. The sun is out. It is beautiful in Wisconsin. My Allison and my Zach are doing great. That’s what life is about…..

Nothing Went as Planned

Dear Today,

This was not a bad thing. You were sunny and barely a cloud in the sky. It was just too chilly to think of paddling boarding, so the camper and I rode bikes. We rode two hours, and we rode 20 miles. I know this for sure, because, of my Apple watch.

Today, that was probably more than enough activity. However, you had me pulling up the finished acorn squash leaves and vines. This led to more lovely weather continuing and even, wow,, maybe the sweatshirt isn’ t necessary? Next thing YOU know, I’m at that patch in the back that we are taking down completely. And yes, next thing you know its 4 pm and I’m showered (tick prevention) and napping on the couch.

For the evening plans, today, you had other ideas as well. I honestly intended to watch the Cubs and the campfire at the same time from the porch. The fire was too wet to get lit well. The Cubs are not playing well tonight. I was supposed to write 3 postcards and then knit.

Instead, today, you tricked me again. Karen and I started chatting about our patterns in text. Karen wound up with this drop dead shawl she is going to knit. The Enfolded shawl is a thing of beauty.!!!! I ended up deciding to knit the St. Seraphina Knits Pemberley Shawl Pattern from years and years and years ago. I had about a quarter of it done, when I decided I’d never have the patience to finish it and I ripped it out. I have regretted that for over a decade.

So, tonight, say goodbye to today. And thanks, it was a so pretty outside. The hummingbirds are still here and I made them fresh food. Knitting will begin in the morning! Nothing like a knit pal to inspire you to a new project. Thanks Karen.

and that’s the last green bean!

3 projects on my needles…what?

I took me all Summer to get this photo of the hummingbird. I have some where they are in flight, but I think this is my favorite. I’d try to sneak out and take their photo and they were so defensive at first, I’d never catch them. Lately , they are stocking up for their big migration. They are much easier to photograph. It was just a matter of me standing in the right spot and being patient. ….

I’m also glad they showed off during my talking blog the other day! They bring us so much joy . From the first sighting and all summer long, they are just the cutest little flying things.

I have 3 projects on the needles. You know this is odd for me. I have the shawl I showed you yesterday. I have ripped out my TOAST fingerless and started them anew tonight. Now I know they will have a good fit. I consider the other start a gauge swatch. Lol. Finally, I have the orange skirt that will never be a skirt. I think it is turning into a lil orange blanket . Maybe I can put a pumpkin on it, in purl bumps. OR maybe I will put a pumpkin pocket on it. I like that thought.

We paddle boarded again today. The winds were strong but we made it to our point. Once we turned around , like yesterday, we felt like we were on sailboats flying back to shore. It will be hard to put those boards away. We have had a CoVID summer , like everyone, but our weather has been so so good. Sunny, 70s 80s and an occasional 90. Very little rain. Tons of opportunities to paddle, to hike the lake, to cycle and to garden. Windows open most nights. The crickets are still chirping.

Thanks for hanging in there with me all Summer. You are all so great. It means the world to me to hear you enjoy this lil corner of my life. Now, To read about yours!