tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168105562024-03-07T01:58:40.509-08:00BigAliceBig Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669587398699403481noreply@blogger.comBlogger447125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16810556.post-48697630367086776272016-11-06T19:26:00.000-08:002016-11-06T19:26:04.116-08:00I've been practicingIt's been a little bit over a year since I started quilting with a machine.<br />
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I had wanted to try it for years and it was another one of those not-ever-getting-around-to-it things. I like making quilts. I like putting fabric together like a collage, to make new patterns out of existing. I think mostly I just really like color and pattern and how they interact.<br />
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But mostly I'd just paid attention to the putting-together bits and not to the part about combining it into a coherent whole. I very much admire the work of other machine quilters. I know how to hand quilt, and have done so, but it's slow. I don't have a lot of free time. I know many people get satisfaction out of slow handwork, and I do too (see also the piles of knitting). But I very much wanted some things to be FINISHED. I wanted them to be DONE.<br />
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I figured I had to start somewhere. So here's where I started. I had a couple of books and some instructions to get me going. I did a lot of these little practice sandwiches, messing with tension and the sewing machine settings. Later I moved onto bigger practice sandwiches.<br />
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I used to dislike practice when I was growing up. But I adore it now: when I practice I don't have to be perfect. I can mess up and say "oops" and it's OK and move on. Because it's practice.<br />
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I eventually actually completed an entire machine-quilted quilt. Yes I did.<br />
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It was also practice, just a more complete one. This is a cheater cloth I've had stashed away (for practicing on) for YEARS. I don't even want to admit how many. The quilt isn't all that good, but hey, I'm new at this, and it doesn't have to be anything but a pathway to getting better. (For you non-quilters, a cheater cloth is one that is pre-printed with a design. None of that is fabric sewn together except the outside yellow border and the green binding and the backing)<br />
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<i>Also, it does indeed help to use a back that obscures the stitches.</i></div>
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It took a long time to work on a quilt top that was "nice," on which I specifically wanted to do a good job. Not so much practice as performance. The first top that I felt ready to quilt, and I wanted it to look good, was Circus Tents. I remember I had a lot of fun putting the top together. The dark blue is a good foil for bright colors, and I could go pretty wild on the tent stripes. I maybe have a thing for wild prints.<br />
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I decided to do some meandering stars in the blue parts, and then whatever I felt like in the stripes. If I don't enjoy doing the quilting, why bother to do it? So I'm going to do what I like.<br />
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I'm still not so great. But I'm better than where I started. Even better, I've found that I actually enjoy the quilting. And I REALLY am enjoying actually finishing up things that have been lurking around for so many years.Big Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669587398699403481noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16810556.post-78139621144365164112016-11-01T22:16:00.004-07:002016-11-01T22:16:48.295-07:00California is a strange placeI spent my weekend trying to decide how to vote. In San Francisco, there are:<br />
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<li>17 state propositions</li>
<li>1 regional proposition</li>
<li>24 local propositions</li>
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That list, of course, doesn't even include candidates for office.<br />
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My ballot is 4 legal-size pages long, printed front and back. The voter guide from the state (which includes propositions, general info, overview of state bond debt, and 1 page of US Senate candidate statements) is 224 pages. I hear the local guide is 300 pages (but fortunately you can opt-out of having that dead tree mailed to you.)<br />
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If you're curious, here's <a href="http://www.laweekly.com/news/every-single-state-and-local-ballot-measure-explained-in-haiku-7411428" target="_blank">all the state propositions, rendered in haiku</a>. Because.<br />
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The legislative analyst(s?) who write the analysis of each of the propositions had a good time this year. They actually do a fairly good job of putting the legalese into a readable summary. For instance, I now know how adult jail sentencing works, and what exactly e-cigarettes are. Hooray for education.<br />
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Other things explained:<br />
"How do Individuals Use Marijuana?"<br />
"Adult films are also commonly called 'pornography'"<br />
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While I support being more involved in democracy, with 42 measures, if you spent only 10 minutes reading each one (the summary, the analysis, maybe glance through the statements for and against and the rebuttals), that still requires <b>7 hours</b>. How many people will spend that much time? Let alone hunt down other voter guides and read other opinions.Big Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669587398699403481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16810556.post-87859950936905328482016-03-27T12:36:00.000-07:002016-04-24T20:16:24.361-07:00Happy [Spring holiday of your celebration choice, or maybe none!]Happy Easter! I see it's 2016 now.<br />
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This morning it struck me forcefully, as I sit here in ratty workout capris and a t-shirt, that <a href="http://www.thisisglamorous.com/" target="_blank">I will never be like this woman</a>. And now that I'm (yargh) past the ol' 40-year marker, I am OK with that. I'm even OK enough not to be too bitter about it or dislike her just because she's something the world thinks is wonderful and admires her and showers her in pink rose petals and yet I will never be her. That in itself is fairly awesome. Do you KNOW how many brain cycles I have wasted over the years obsessing over not being something else? Far, far too many.<br />
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I ended up on that blog following a random link trail that involved granola recipes. Even glamour requires granola.<br />
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Part of it is of course avoiding comparing your outtakes reel to the greatest hits record. No one wins at that. But the other part is that I've chosen to spend my time on other things, and I'm good with that. Not that sometimes I'm sad or wistful thinking about other possibilities. Not that I couldn't change. I'm a strong believer in change, at any age. I <b>could</b> go a full 180 and start pursuing a Glamorous Life, 24/7. But enh, while the brochure looks nice, I'm not sure about the destination. Quickie version: buy more pink peonies.<br />
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<i>Oops. Not pink</i></div>
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It's been full-on Spring here for a couple months now, and we're now about to pass into Summer, Part I (the green one). We've moved into the Perfect California Day part of the year. This is the kind of weather where people visit and then they never leave. 64 degrees, brightly sunny, a small breeze, so you don't get too hot sitting in the sunshine, drinking your chardonnay. The rainy season just ended (Winter, Part I (the wet one)) so everything is green and all the flowers are busting out. Jasmine vines are in bloom, so all the air is sweetly scented. And not even scented of the city yet, as that last rainstorm hosed everything down.<br />
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And strawberry season has started.<br />
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<i>Look at the size of those suckers</i></div>
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I'm so very tempted to put out the lawn chair and work on my sunburn. Sadly I need to work today, as well as pack for a business trip (to Dallas; just in case you were jealous, you can stop now). I also need a portable knitting project for that 4 hour plane flight.<br />
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<i>My new dress! Not glamorous, but I like it.</i></div>
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Ceci n'est pas un iron</div>
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My latest quilt crush, <a href="http://talesofastitcher.com/" target="_blank">Maria Shell</a>, is an amazing artist and a kickass machine quilter. I found her blog last year and liked her worked so much I blog stalked all the way through her archives (I'm not supposed to admit this in public, probably. Don't worry, no current restraining orders on me).<br />
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For years I've been meaning to learn how to machine quilt, but I never have even tried.<br />
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I have far too many of those someday things in my life. One day a couple months ago the muslin, batting scraps, and ugly fabric came out and I made a bunch of practice squares. I have several books, a whole internet of blogs and videos, and a set of class notes from Maria, which she very kindly sent out to all her <strike>blogstalkers</strike> readers, on request, a few months ago.<br />
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So I have been practicing. I try for at least some practice every day, although I don't always make that. I had a good run there but I've been flaky the last couple days (hey, I do my physical therapy exercises just about every day, too. I'm busy. I still don't understand at ALL how parents have time to do all the things they do.)<br />
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Yeah, I'm not very good. The top left of the first picture is the first free-motion square I ever tried. But it's kind of morale-deflating to see all these perfect bloggers everywhere with their perfect lives churning out perfect quilts, so you get to see some of my ugly I'm-just-learning stuff. Everyone's gotta start somewhere.<br />
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I put the U in uncoordinated. Yes, I actually trip over my own feet sometimes. You might say, "oh, but you knit so beautifully," to which I reply: knitting requires only two basic stitches, and now that I've done a few hundred thousand of them, yeah, I'm pretty good. Knitting is repetitive and once you get the essential needle clutch and yarn tensioning down, it doesn't require all that much hand-eye coordination. But dammit, if I spend enough time, I'll get this down eventually. Or I will finally find out whether I want to do it or not and get it out of my system.<br />
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<br />Big Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669587398699403481noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16810556.post-41885603452342067912015-10-25T15:54:00.001-07:002015-10-25T15:54:15.639-07:00Too many irons, not enough fireOne of my friends has a t-shirt I covet, with "It was on fire when I got here" written on the front.<br />
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The days have been sliding by again lately and now Fall is almost over and WTH happened? I need to email at least 3 people, submit FSA receipts & expense reports, check up on a bank thing, exercise more, clean up the studio, catch up on work, figure out dinner, and an endless list of shoulds and ought to's and no energy to cope with them all right now. So, blog post for the avoidance win!<br />
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I haven't finished the big star quilt. There was a newer shinier thing, and friend announced her first baby coming. The Big Star is waiting, sadly, until I get back to it. Hopefully some time this year, but that's not looking good.<br />
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I have knit or started knitting about 20 different mittens. After the success of the Smittens, which turned out the beautifully, the perfect size, I cannot seem to hit anything else. I've tried a half dozen yarns by now. One set will MAYBE fit a 2-year old (they were so cute I went and finished them anyway). The next full mitten was slightly too small.<br />
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Two months and two pair to go. The latest swatch was an utter failure. I guess it's good that I started Christmas knitting in June?<br />
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I've been working on a big quilting project for some time. It's a wedding quilt, a big green star, and I'm finally just about finished with the top. They requested a traditional design. I spent about 10 minutes fantasizing about a double wedding ring, then came to my senses. Even I have limits to the crazy.<br />
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I originally wanted a sawtooth border around the big star (sort of <a href="http://i.ebayimg.com/00/s/MTIwMFgxNjAw/z/7VoAAOSwnDZUDiyB/$_1.JPG" target="_blank">like this one</a>). I've seen several historical quilts with that border and liked the look of the "floating" star.<br />
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I finished the middle, looked at my original design, looked at the amount of background fabric remaining, and then put the whole project aside while I figured out what to do. There wasn't enough background fabric left.<br />
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(An aside: I am terrifically bad at this behavior. I hit a place where I can't figure out what I want to go forward, and then put it away and have the regrettable tendency of not picking it back again for a long time (or ever). I wish I could find some way of working through these design blocks. I just get frustrated that it's not turning out like I wanted and despair that it ever will even look good. Then something new and shiny appears and I'm off to the next thing. Bah.<br />
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I would like to be the kind of person who actually FINISHES things. Also, when I have managed to work through the blockage (whether in the short or long term) I'm usually more pleased by the alternate design - the one I was forced to devise when constricted by supplies, or unhappiness with how things were turning out - than the original design. It's tied in with the stupid perfectionism that grows like stubborn blackberry vines in my head. I try to uproot it but it keeps coming back. /End aside.)<br />
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There was maybe enough of the background fabric to make a narrower border, but I didn't like a narrow border. I wanted something to balance out out the weight of the star. It's 86 inches square. It needs something hefty.<br />
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After scribbling a lot I thought maybe a diamond border but it reminded me too much of <a href="https://img1.etsystatic.com/055/0/6961742/il_340x270.729694773_26p4.jpg" target="_blank">80s dinner plate designs</a>. Then more scribbling and maybe I could echo the big star with more stars in the border.<br />
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And that is how I got 24 stars and diamonds. I think I'm going to need more like 32 or 36 of them And yes, it's all green. Monochromatic quilts are hard. I've become a little tired of green.Big Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669587398699403481noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16810556.post-40450953782777392772015-07-01T23:54:00.000-07:002015-07-01T23:54:13.562-07:00SmittensThank you all for your kind words about my succulent…interest (it's not a problem if it's just plants, right?)<br />
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I've been at knitting loose ends for a few months now, so besides a couple doilies (they're like popcorn, I swear), I haven't been feeling like much of anything. Now I've gone and found myself a new little obsession. The love monkey has dubbed these my smittens, because I can't seem to put them down.<br />
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These started as an extended swatch on some entirely different yarn. Well, more like a test mitten than a swatch, without the cuff. I needed to figure out what needle size to use and whether I liked the fabric and blah blah blah, which was about the amount of fun I was having knitting them. That is to say, not very much. It was probably a combination of me being out of practice with stranded knitting, and not really enjoying the colors, the yarn was a 2-ply and not particularly bouncy, and I never much enjoy swatches anyway.<br />
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Then I decided that no way would the test mitten fit a 9 year old and so I stopped the mitten swatch and picked out new colors for the 7-year-old instead. The 7-year-old likes gold. The 9-year-old is fond of kind of a turquoise-y blue. Except I think I was wrong and this is turning out plenty big to fit a 9-year-old.<br />
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I am very enamored of the dark, saturated blue against the gold (this picture is about the truest to color) . The gold has color prominence, by the way. I started out with the blue, but it contrasts so highly that some of the gold singletons were getting lost. The yarn is Madelinetosh super wash fingering (different bases, but it's close enough) and yes, I would have dyed my own except I didn't have anything on hand dyed up in those colors and I had store credit at a local yarn store and INSTANT GRATIFICATION. Also, I got to walk through the Castro on Pink Saturday for this yarn.<br />
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These are selbuvotter, and the pattern is from Norway (!) from a pattern booklet which was an impulse internet buy several years ago. <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/9-barnevott---childs-mitten" target="_blank">#9 Barnevott, from Rauma LVS-5, Selbustrikk</a> if you're interested. It came with an English translation, but honestly you don't really need much but the chart and a passing knowledge of mittens.Big Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669587398699403481noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16810556.post-40955426235832431162015-06-10T23:47:00.000-07:002015-06-10T23:47:47.954-07:00SucculenceIf I ever become a queen, I want to be addressed as Your Succulence.<br />
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This is where I went on Saturday morning.<br />
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All the spiky, prickly, weird, moisture-retaining crazy plants you could hope for. I performed some retail therapy but I don't have any pictures of those yet.<br />
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This Haworthia seems pretty happy. This one was in the show. I was especially looking for houseplants so it was kind of a haworthia year.<br />
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Not a lot of agaves, but I did see this awesome one, also in the show. It's like that Far Side cartoon: How nature says "do not touch"<br />
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There was a whole table of blooming cactus for sale. ORANGE!<br />
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I have this theory that desert plants haven't been crossed and cultivated and groomed for thousands of years, like roses and hydrangeas and lilacs have, so they often still have these weird, misshapen forms that I am growing to enjoy.<br />
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Another fabulous Haworthia. This one reminds me of the <a href="http://darkcrystal.wikia.com/wiki/Castle_of_the_Crystal" target="_blank">castle in the Dark Crystal</a>, while it was still eeeeeevil. (I, ahem, might have bought a much smaller version of this.) I'll take pictures of the medusoid euphorbia this weekend. It looks like a nest of baby snakes.<br />
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Pickled Rainer cherries, ready for their closeup (the brine is pink! PINK!)</div>
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Actually, it was more of a case of finishing what I started, which apparently is not a natural talent of mine. And a case of the cherry season in Northern California being so very short this year and maybe me going a little nuts at the farmer's market?<br />
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I am so not accustomed to the fruit seasons here. So many years in the Pacific Northwest firmly imprinted the idea into my brain that July is cherry time . June for strawberries, July for cherries and raspberries, August for blackberries and peaches, September-October apple EXTRAVAGANZA. That's a simplification, of course, as many of those run for more than a month. But cherry season has always been a bit short, and out of season cherries are just… no.<br />
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Also, I might have bought a few more strawberries than I could handle this week. I pick them up from a market stall that's (very nicely) right on my way to work, Tuesday mornings. (Northern California strawberry season: February through November. Really, <a href="http://www.pcfma.com/pdf/Eat_in_season.pdf" target="_blank">it's official </a>. But I still kind of miss <a href="http://www.oregon-strawberries.org/varieties.html" target="_blank">hoods</a>). And then I gobble fresh strawberries at my desk most of the day because, duh, fresh strawberries. But I went for the double batch this time, and even I can't consume that many strawberries.<br />
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The top pan is <a href="http://foodinjars.com/2011/06/urban-preserving-small-batch-strawberry-vanilla-jam/" target="_blank">Strawberry preserves</a>, although I skipped the vanilla beans because I didn't have any, and used a Meyer lemon, because I did. And on the bottom and in the right picture is <a href="http://foodinjars.com/2015/05/small-batch-strawberry-balsamic-jam/" target="_blank">strawberry-balsamic vinegar jam</a> from the same source. I haven't cracked open that one yet, but preliminary signs point to YUM.<br />
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(I have no idea what is up with all the foaming on the preserves. I've never had a jam recipe do that to me. I did do the maceration, and I did it for almost the 72 hours. (Ha, because that was planned, sure. More like I should know better than to think I'm going to cook jam on a weeknight.) So maybe it was the maceration + the extra sugar? Oh well, we'll see how it tastes).<br />
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I was googling about for something to do with the strawberries, and found those two recipes. And then the pickled cherries on the same site, which could be weird or maybe really good, so this is a test. Her site appeals to me because honestly, we don't really consume that much jam, and don't have a lot of extra space. I maybe get through two half-pint jars a year, and regular batch sizes are way more than I need. I still have Meyer lemon marmalade from last July. You want some marmalade? Email me. Should still be pretty tasty, but it won't be as good in a few months (it won't be bad, just not as good.) I do stick to jam and pickles because they're acidic enough that they won't grow botulinium. If you open a jar up and it smells bad, it means it IS bad. It's not just going to <a href="http://prairiehome.publicradio.org/features/deskofgk/2005/old_scout/10/04.shtml" target="_blank">silently kill us all</a>).<br />
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2 half pints of the balsamic-strawberry, 3 half pints of the preserves, and 3 pints of the pickled cherries. That should hold me for a few days.Big Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669587398699403481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16810556.post-81656754749385797872015-05-23T11:06:00.003-07:002015-05-23T11:06:35.908-07:00Adventures in DairyWell hello there, May.<br />
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I made butter last week. It was surprisingly easy.<br />
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The Google can tell you a lot of ways to do this. What I did:<br />
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<li>Dump a pint of cream (pasteurized, not ultra-pasteurized) into the mixing bowl of a standing mixer.</li>
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I took a Beginning Dairy class a few weeks ago (no, not really the name) where we made butter by passing around a sealed mason jar full of cream and everyone shakes it for a couple minutes. After about 20 minutes you get the same results. We also made ricotta and discussed yogurt, feta, and other young cheeses. Apparently I need a good cave to make aged cheeses. Bummer.<br />
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I really like very fresh butter that hasn't picked up any off flavors. I have a problem with most grocery store butter, as it so often tastes just that little bit funky. It's fine for cooking, but straight up, it tastes like whatever else happens to be near it. I admit to occasionally paying way too much for fresh farm butter from the farmers market, since it just tasted like butter, and nothing else (which I would use a tiny bit of, and freeze-hoard the rest, slowly thawing out pieces for myself). My butter tasted pretty close to this, which makes me happy.<br />
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Oh, to make it last longer, I did rinse it in several washes of ice water:<br />
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<li>Pour out the buttermilk into another container</li>
<li>Pour ~a cup of ice water onto the butter</li>
<li>Squish with rubber spatula</li>
<li>Dump out the cloudy ice water</li>
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I should have froze some of it, because it makes way more butter than I can eat in a few days. Although I did then have to go bake a loaf of oatmeal buttermilk sandwich bread, so I could a) use up the buttermilk, and b) have my butter on my bread. Yum.</div>
Big Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669587398699403481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16810556.post-5592248575065720782015-03-21T19:14:00.000-07:002015-03-21T19:14:33.637-07:00Frances<br />
I haven't been posting because I've been avoiding this. I don't particularly want to talk about it now.<br />
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Frances died at the end of last year.<br />
I still miss her all the time.<br />
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<br />Big Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669587398699403481noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16810556.post-71202555720656924332014-12-11T00:13:00.001-08:002014-12-11T00:13:09.385-08:00Biblical PrecipitationThe <a href="http://www.wunderground.com/blog/JeffMasters/comment.html?entrynum=2877" target="_blank">weather report</a> says it's supposed to rain A LOT tomorrow, in a small amount of time (check out that Total Precipitable Water graph: nice Pineapple Express jet, huh? It's aimed pretty much directly at where I live. I get unhealthily interested in being at weather epicenters)<br />
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Image from the <a href="http://tropic.ssec.wisc.edu/real-time/mimic-tpw/global/main.html" target="_blank">University of Wisconsin</a> - go take a look at the animated one, it's neat.<br />
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They're predicting 3-6 inches of rain in the city in the next 24 hours, along with heavy winds. They've already <a href="http://sfist.com/2014/12/10/sf_public_schools_to_close_because.php" target="_blank">canceled school</a> in SF, Oakland, and Marin (which is supposed to get even more).<br />
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Now, to be fair, 6 inches of rain in a short amount of time creates big problems in a place that:<br />
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(1) already has saturated wet ground, so the soil can't soak up any more. This is kind of hard to explain to anyone who doesn't live in a desert, but the rain doesn't soak in, it RUNS OFF. (Or even more fun, it feeds underground springs and creeks. See also the <a href="http://sfist.com/2014/12/03/massive_sinkhole_threatens_to_swall.php" target="_blank">sinkhole</a> that opened up last week). Back in Portland the ground could absorb enormous amounts of water before it just got waterlogged and couldn't take any more and suddenly you had a pond not a backyard. The soil here is totally different.<br />
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Other cities that are used to flash floods have infrastructure to contain them. Albuquerque, New Mexico has an extensive system of storm drain arroyos to funnel off all that massive precipitation so that it doesn't just run down streets, e.g. the path of least resistance, like it will here tomorrow.<br />
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(2) Also there are a bunch of plants and trees suffering from the drought, so many of them are either dead or parts of them are dead, leading to:<br />
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(3) expected high winds at the same time == trees falling down and bringing down power lines.<br />
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So if the worst happens, it'll be fairly dangerous driving around, with pouring rain, downed trees, and possibly power outages and downed live wires.<br />
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But still, it makes me wince a little inside to think of school <i>called for rain.</i> Oh, California.Big Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669587398699403481noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16810556.post-61708928862178421952014-11-15T21:42:00.001-08:002014-11-15T21:42:58.002-08:00RoadtripAt the end of October, my Mom and I drove from Utah to Florida.<br />
We went from this:<br />
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to this:<br />
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in five days.<br />
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It is a long story, but the upshot is that Mom decided she was going to spend the winter in Florida this year, and that she was going to drive there. I came along to keep her company and share the driving.<br />
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Before this trip I'd never been to most of Texas or the South, except for the occasional layover in Atlanta and Dallas/Ft Worth (I once spent a week in Houston in July, which I hope to never repeat.)<br />
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Since we spent most of our time driving and this trip had an emphasis on Getting There, we didn't see as much as either of would have liked. We missed almost all of Louisiana, much to my regret. We had to pick and choose where to dawdle. But we did have time for a few things. It was an interesting trip.<br />
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<br />Big Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669587398699403481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16810556.post-62298362157165750642014-10-21T22:45:00.000-07:002014-10-21T22:45:12.674-07:00Indigo-goFirst: Aw, thanks, LynneW. It was fun to make it! I'm very pleased with the result.<br />
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A few weeks ago a friend of a friend invited me over for an indigo dying session. I haven't ever messed around with indigo before and so was interested to try it. Friend of a friend's friend (this is getting confusing. Let's just call him Alfred, and her Tien) was well-practised in the indigo and prepped a vat for us. We also did some katazome, which is Japanese water-soluble resist dyeing using rice bran paste.<br />
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I was fairly happy with how my samples turned out, even though they weren't great (shut up, inner perfectionist). Indigo is kind of fascinating to work with from a chemistry perspective - the dye exists in soluble, reduced form in the vat, but once removed from the vat it oxidizes into the blue with which you're familiar (blue jeans!). Wet out of the vat it's a beautiful teal-ey green that slowly turns blue. It's got a copper sheen to it as it dries.<br />
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We had such a good time, Tien suggested we might go do a weekend workshop with a master artist she knows up in Northern California.<br />
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So this is how I found myself last weekend in Covelo, CA, taking a workshop with <a href="http://johnmarshall.to/blog/" target="_blank">John Marshall</a>.<br />
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One of my samples of katazome & fresh indigo dyeing, on cotton. The flower pattern is woven in.</div>
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We learned an enormous array of things - fresh indigo dyeing, growing tips, Japanese textiles, block dyeing, rubbings, natural pigments, katazome preparation and application. Yar, I need to sit down and write out all my notes. I've also got about a billion pictures. Fresh indigo dyeing produces a blue that's a bit more green and less grey than regular indigo.<br />
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The plant itself is nifty - you can see the blue in the leaves!<br />
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Fresh vat (abetted by some commercial crystals, as we ran out of time steeping the fresh)</div>
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Sadly I don't have much space to grow indigo (or enough water. Stupid drought). The weekend was fascinating, though. It was like being able to talk to an encyclopedia and him being able to answer back and go off on tangents like those wikipedia link wanderings I like to do. It was also lovely to talk with someone who absolutely knows what they want to do and is actually doing it. And who after all this time is still fascinated with it and learning new things about it. I only wish that I could feel so grounded and content. Contentment doesn't necessarily mean boredom.<br />
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<br />Big Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669587398699403481noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16810556.post-19135580341936207402014-09-30T23:06:00.001-07:002014-09-30T23:06:54.818-07:00Adventures in FigsI don't know about you but I never ate much in the way of figs (except in Newton form). However, now that I live in a Mediterranean Clime, I find figs in the local grocery stores, in little green plastic baskets like the kind that hold strawberries.<br />
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Aren't they pretty? These are Black Mission.<br />
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I had some plums from the CSA, and found a Grown-Up Recipe involving figs and plums in a brandy-sugar reduction, and though maybe I'd pretend to act my age and try it out. It was fairly simple, and very, very good. I am so making that again if I ever host any dinner parties (Ha. That happens about once ever 10 years).<br />
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I had some figs leftover after Grown-Up Recipe, and since roasting makes everything better, on another night I brushed them with some olive oil and stuck them in the oven. We had them in a salad with blue cheese and nuts. Mmm so good.<br />
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I used to hate salads when I was growing up, and I pretty much still despise crappy lettuce salads. I don't much care for lettuce drowning in some half-assed vinaigrette, and I can really do without the iceberg except in certain specific cases where I'm looking for crunch. I prefer salads that balance all their flavors together. The lettuce is just one of those flavors. Look at me, a salad snob.<br />
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We did this last week with peaches (not really roasted as much as just warmed up). Oh WOW. I'm usually not a huge fan of sweet-savory, but these peaches weren't particularly sweet, and with some goat cheese and arugula they were amazing.<br />
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In other news, I made a throw pillow. With an invisible zipper, even! I have a new friend, and she is called Invisible Zipper Foot.Big Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669587398699403481noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16810556.post-63203101801354612272014-09-29T00:23:00.001-07:002014-09-29T00:23:13.506-07:00There has been much fabricAnd not a whole lot else.<br />
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This is only a small bit of it. But it's a cute bit.</div>
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(There is, of course, the Current Commuter Socks, and I got bored one night and started <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/glockenblume-2">Glockenblume</a>, but doilies don't count.)<br />
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<a href="http://www.crazyauntpurl.com/">Crazy Aunt Purl</a> once had a post about how she noticed that she was buying stuff because at work she missed her current stuff, and her speculation was that she was just buying things so that she could "visit her stuff" on the weekends. That is an excellent description of what I've been doing lately. It's not really how I want to live, so I am working more on actually doing and not just acquiring.<br />
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The quilt shops of San Francisco are small but well-curated. They are definitely aimed at a particular audience, but as I appear to be pan-fabric-phyllic, it's all good.<br />
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Back before I gained the pile of yarn, I did a lot of quilting. Since I got distracted by yarn and dyeing, there's been all this interesting new modern quilting movement, and it's been fun to look through quilting blogs. I am so dating myself.<br />
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(except I am so over perfect women with perfect houses and perfect children and the rest of their perfect lives. Also I might twitch a little at blog posts signed with big swirly signatures. Not a hater, just reminds me of those elementary school girls who used hearts instead of dots on their i's. I didn't have a great experience with those girls.)<br />
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I do not have a perfect life, although I am extremely lucky to have my own studio space.<br />
My very messy studio space.<br />
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That's the panorama shot I took a few weeks ago. Huge, unworkable mess. Here, I've annotated it for you:<br />
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I got tired of not being able to find anything, and finally committed on some shelving. With Ikea and the Love Monkey's help securing things to walls, it looks a little better now. I'm still working on it. I'll take an after picture when I can see more of the floor.<br />
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A couple of San Francisco pictures:<br />
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This is the bloom of the <a href="http://www.australiangeographic.com.au/topics/science-environment/2010/04/gallery-gum-blossoms-in-australia/australias-gum-blossoms_image5">Red-flowering Gum</a>. Yes, I know it's pink. San Francisco has such a weird really-it's-a-desert-except-for-all-that-fog climate that very odd things grow here. Australian and New Zealand natives seem to have done the best. And enormous, so-large-you-would-not-believe-it jade plants. No seriously, they're considered an invasive species.<br />
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This looks very much like Pacific Northwest picture to me. I think it's the ferries coming in that does it.<br />
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Frances and I, basking in the sun</div>
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In kitty news, Ms. Frances is still among us, despite a couple times where we thought she wasn't going to make it. We take it day by day.<br />
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Hello, sleepy cat</div>
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The other day I finished up some long-suffering socks that I think I started 4 years ago<br />
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I ran out of yarn for the toes, and couldn't decide what to do. It wasn't actually the toes, but about 1/3 of the foot. A kind person on Ravelry sent me her leftovers in the same colorway, and I finally completed them. It's the <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/gentlemans-sock-with-lozenge-pattern">Gentleman's Sock with Lozenge Pattern</a> from Nancy Bush's <b>Knitting Vintage Socks</b>. An easy pattern to continue once you set it up.<br />
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Sunday we went for a ride. Today my legs feel they might be happier with some other person. Hmph, it wasn't that far. It's just been a couple years since I've done an 18-mile bike trip. Bah. I need to get out more.<br />
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We passed First Cake (The Original)</div>
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Then climbed up the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Presidio_of_San_Francisco">Presidio</a> and stopped to admire the view</div>
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And then crossed the view. This is at the 2nd tower of the bridge, looking south. I didn't realize that the Marin headlands side of the bridge was higher than the San Francisco side.</div>
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And then we went back.<br />
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And in case you're curious, yes, I woke up at 3:20 am on Sunday morning and the bed was shaking and the windows rattling and said "is it an earthquake?" But it was very mild, short, and nothing at all fell down (which, to be honest, is semi-miraculous as we have been very laissez-faire about earthquake-securing.) I went back to sleep and K put in an entry on <a href="http://earthquake.usgs.gov/earthquakes/dyfi/">Did You Feel It?</a> (also, these MMI pictures from a 1958 text book are <a href="http://quake.abag.ca.gov/shaking/mmi/">great</a>)<br />
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The cactus is echinocereus rigidissimus var. rubispinus at home in his new pot.<br />
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Thank you all for the comments. I'm very sorry I haven't responded to any of them. Frances isn't doing well, and I'm having trouble coping. That partially translates to not responding to email in timely manner. I try, then people say "so how are you" and I reply "not so good, my cat is dying" and then it doesn't really go very well from there. So it's easier to just not open the inbox some days. And then days becomes weeks and it just gets more embarrassingly late.<br />
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I'm so tired of being this little puddle of goo of a person. I often wish I could just ditch the sensitivity, just get to the damn ending of the Velveteen Rabbit without bawling every. single. time. And it's not a good cry, oh no. I cry ugly, with my face all squished up and my cheeks flushing red and my voice goes all high and squeaky, when I can get out anything at all. I could use a little Vulcan reserve but I cannot damn learn how. Where's a class on how not to tear up over kittens or emotionally manipulative movies or just a stupid pretty picture, even? Just how is all this emotion useful anyway? I need some spines. Pretty pink ones.Big Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669587398699403481noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16810556.post-88003990532618802132014-05-24T00:28:00.001-07:002014-05-24T00:40:35.716-07:00This one is for my evil twinFeel better soon, evil twin, and continue to wreak all your havoc.<br />
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So. Stuff! Happening!<br />
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I'm still in San Francisco. No change there. The new place is still fantastically wonderful. I would like to mix it up with the plants, but with the drought this is not a good year for that. For now I'm restricting myself to a few herb pots, watered with the greywater left after washing dinner veggies.<br />
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I got a new job. It is a really good job. I miss some of the people from my last job, but I very much do not miss others. At new job I'm frustrated a lot less of the time, and ALL my coworkers are really smart people and funny in the same kind of nerd wavelength way that I find funny and best of all, I feel like I can trust all of them. Altogether it's a good thing. I didn't realize quite how defensive I'd become. This is what happens when you can't trust that your coworkers will believe you. You make sure you backup and triple check and are absolutely sure that what you're saying is correct. You leave no holes or weaknesses in your armor.<br />
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I still spend much of the time drifting and/or hiding under the bed. But hey, I finished some doilies!<br />
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That would be the pile of thread from the last post. Blocked, that sucker is about 2 1/2 feet in diameter (if you look carefully, you can see the toes included for scale). The pattern is Mitteldecke by Christine Duchrow (82.4), although I used the pattern from the Rachel Penning booklet. The thread is DMC Cébélia Cotton size 30 in ecru, and I used 2.0mm needles. <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/bigalice/duchrow-824---mitteldecke">Link to my Ravelry project page</a>.<br />
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I'm comfortable enough now that I am OK doing my own thing on the edging, which I did, because I like a VERY CONTROLLED edging and not some loosey goosey SC 3 together chain 7 and away you go. It's akin to matching the ribbing at the top of cabled socks to the cabled pattern below. Sure, you could do any old K2P2 ribbing and then just start the cables and not care how the columns fed into each other, but why do that when you could CONTROL THE UNIVERSE? I'd just like to say that my internal perfection monster (generally) doesn't extend to matching up sock stripes. I find the bit of chaos charming. But I guess I am anal about my doilies.<br />
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The Love Monkey and I both have a nasty cold that's making the rounds. It's going to be a quiet weekend.<br />
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Frances is not so happy that I am not home all day every day.<br />
This is one of the big drawbacks of new work.<br />
My kitty is also not feeling so well lately. bleh.<br />
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She's lost a lot of weight this year and her kidneys are slowly ceasing to function. This is not an unusual thing in older cats. We think she is 13 or 14 but she was a stray, and the vet gauged her age by looking at the amount of tartar on her teeth. Not the most precise of methods.<br />
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She was doing all right for a long while but not so much in the last couple weeks. So I have become the crazy cat lady that gives subcutaneous fluids to her cat every couple of days. K helps immensely by helping me hold her, as you don't really need to aim very well, but she is (understandably) not so happy being stuck with a big needle. I really need 3 hands: one for the needle, one for securing the cat, and one to control the flow. I do not enjoy sticking a 18 gauge needle in my cat, but she is still up and stumping about and yowling loudly, and gives no indication that she is tired of being here, so we keep on with what we can (I believe I will be exploring smaller needles).<br />
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In other (not so sad) news, something is distracting me away from the doilies.Big Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669587398699403481noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16810556.post-46111783902989068152013-11-24T11:59:00.000-08:002013-11-24T11:59:22.272-08:00Knitter Bait<br />
Yesterday I went down to the Ferry Building to go the Saturday Farmer's Market there.<br />
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I don't usually go, because it used to be kind of a pain to get to and because you have NEVER seen a farmer's market as fru-fru as this one. OK, it can't compete will full-time indoor produce markets like inside of the <a href="http://www.ferrybuildingmarketplace.com/">Ferry Building</a>. I'm talking temporary, put-up and pull-down markets.<br />
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I don't have evidence. Maybe NYC can beat it. But I'll just let you picture it, all the gentrified California farms you can imagine. I think all the stands there have websites, and probably facebook pages too. (I bought a pack of cosmetically challenged bell peppers. When Kurt saw it, he said 'The farms of East Palo Alto? Really?' I didn't even know there were farms in East Palo Alto, which wikipedia says had the highest homicide rate in the country in 1992, but it's gone a down a lot since then and also says is exactly due north of Palo Alto.)<br />
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That said, there is some really fantastic produce you can buy there. It's not all snobby celery.<br />
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It appears that the oranges are coming in. Also in full force: persimmons, asian pears, eggplant, and lots and lots of greens.<br />
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I went for late apples, since we've been invited to Thanksgiving at a friend's place and I am under threat unless I bring pie. While nobody had any Mutsus, my most favorite pie apple, I found a tiny stall with a variety of bizarre apples I'd never heard of and because surprises are great! I bought a bunch of weird stuff. (oh hey, here's <a href="http://www.philoapplefarm.com/varieties.php">their website</a>)<br />
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I sat down near the Gandhi statue and knit for a while on the latest.<br />
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Yes, another doily. They don't have to fit anyone and the pattern never gets boring.<br />
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Within 2 minutes someone had stopped and was asking me about my project and details about the needles and construction. Heh.<br />
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Days are sort of sliding by right now and while that's not good it could be much worse. I should have goals and plans and action and change but it's hard sometimes to just work through the day and keep the the laundry going and the dishes clean. I feel bad about just taking the easy way out and drifting along, which feeling of course just makes the problem worse. Ha.<br />
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For today I'm just going to pay the bills, and anticipate Thanksgiving pie, and knit on my ridiculously useless doily, and maybe try to ditch the guilt if only temporarily by crossing off a couple of the must-be-dones off the list. The should-be-dones are still lurking, as always, but I'm not going to think about them for a little while.<br />
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Frances is taking her mid-morning nap in the sunshine.<br />
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To catch things up: I never caught Mama cat. Even with tuna fish she wouldn't go near the trap. She stopped coming for a while. I hope she's all right. We moved and I stopped feeding her. The SPCA reassured me that there were lots of feral feeders around there, that if she got pregnant, then she was getting food from somewhere. I should have figured out some way of going over every day, but it all dropped out with the move. </div>
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Other than the expected lifting and unpacking and packing and crap, it was about the easiest move I've ever done. I still have too much junk. A year later and I STILL HAVE TOO MUCH JUNK. argh. But now I've got more space in which to ignore it. Maybe not such a good thing.</div>
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Big Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669587398699403481noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16810556.post-33707563783772542382013-08-25T12:24:00.002-07:002013-08-25T12:24:22.435-07:00Cat Stakeout<br />
I did trap the kitten. Once I managed to get enough emotional control to not burst into tears (what the hell is wrong with my head?), he was easy. He was already not shy of me, and after initial wariness and coming out and meowing at me a couple times, he went right in.<br />
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I was afraid I had taken too long to do this, that he would be too old, but the SPCA accepted him into their kitten adoption program after an intake interview. So hey, I hope he lives a happy and well-fed life.<br />
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Mama has not been so easy. When I went to feed her that evening I could feel her glaring. "You took my kitten" she glared. (Hmm, melodramatic much?)<br />
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I didn't intend to take this picture. I was just sitting there, waiting and messing around with the camera, and she slunk right through the frame.</div>
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I've made several attempts to trap her, including not feeding her on Friday at all, but that just seems to have driven her away. She hasn't shown up for several nights now. So I sat on Saturday, a distance away, with the trap cleverly disguised by a purple towel and a trail of tuna fish leading to the back of it, waiting to see if she'd come. Nothing.<br />
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We are moving, a week from Tuesday. The rent-a-boxes arrive this Tuesday.<br />
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I have been making my lists again. And I've been an adult and completed things from the list (hello moving boxes, movers, dentist, mechanic, SFSPCA, transit, and doctor. Yes, I'm getting movers. I'd rather pay them instead of spending 3 months in physical therapy for the inevitable back injury.) Some people enjoy lists, but I don't. Crossing things off doesn't do anything for me; it just reminds me of how much else is on the list. I never seem to completely finish off every item, which is what gives me a sense of closure. Probably because I keep adding things.</div>
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On the right, I lifted the stitch pattern and erm, not much else from the Tern pattern. I did them cuff-down, heel flap, in fingering-weight yarn. I don't like larger gauge socks & short-row heels don't often fit me well. If you look closely you can see that they're fraternal. I accidentally added an extra row between cables on the 2nd sock. Whoops. I didn't discover it until I the ankle & by then I didn't feel like ripping. Hmph. They are each handsome in their own way.</div>
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The terns use Cherry Tree Hill super sock with Louet gems toes (and a strand of wooly nylon. This is a test to see if it can help strengthen the 100% wool toes from my Toenails of Doom.) I like the different colored toes but they weren't a choice. I have the US women's size 11 feet & usually need a minimum of 420 yards. Cabling of course sucks up even more. I have only a few yards left of the blue. I once made size 7 socks for a friend and wow, it took like 1/2 the time. So you people with your man-socks complaints can just cry me a river.</div>
Big Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669587398699403481noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16810556.post-74189752125930595252013-08-08T00:09:00.001-07:002013-08-08T00:09:06.135-07:00Kitten<br />
Hi there. August. How again did it get to be August? And Evil Twin, if you dare mention anything about days left until the C holiday, I will scream.<br />
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This is my new friend. I found her/him mewing near the sidewalk next to a heavily-wooded area(do you say wooded when it's all underbrush and shrubs?) a couple weeks ago (arggh I need to stop procrastinating this - has it been so long?), right before I left on a business trip to Portland.<br />
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He's gotten enough used to me that he'll eat within a couple feet from me, as long as I'm not moving and he's hungry enough.<br />
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And then last week someone who appears to be Mama made an appearance. She is long-haired, black-furred, and green-eyed just like the kitten.<br />
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And then today, who should show up but Papa. He has short hair, but also black fur and green eyes.<br />
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The kitten, if not too feral, might be able to get into a kitten adoption/fostering program. SPCA of San Francisco's policy is catch, cut off them gonads, and release. They don't rehabilitate or euthanize feral cats. Which is nice for the cats, hell on the songbirds, but also probably helps keep the city rodent population down.<br />
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I have been advised to go pick up a kitten & cat trap (ok, make that 2 now) from the SPCA, who will catch, spay/neuter, then give them back to me to release. If feels like the meanest betrayal to do that to the kitten. I'm fairly sure he won't be a problem, as he comes right up to the food. The adults will likely be harder.<br />
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Some days it feels like the only good thing I'm doing in the day is feeding that kitten. Been kinda a rough few months, mentally.<br />
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We're moving, beginning of September. I still have too much crap. Even AFTER Massive Crap Cleanout #1. At least it is only cross town this time, not a 13 hour drive. I really need to ditch one of my hobbies.<br />
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Big Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669587398699403481noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16810556.post-37902534226945167022013-06-23T19:14:00.001-07:002013-06-23T19:14:04.322-07:00Swearing on a SundayI am updating my resume. This is not a thing I enjoy. I enjoy it even less that it very much needs to go through some external editing by a volunteer (likely the Love Monkey, if he's willing).<div>
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Some people do the Review Your Life thing at New Year's or their birthday, but I tend to veer away from self-reflection, probably because my internal mirror has been so distorted for so long that I don't really trust it for any healthy evaluations. But for me, Resume Revision Time is one of those times; plus I get to do it in excruciating, properly punctuated detail:</div>
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Just what the hell have you done with your life for the last x years? Was it worth it? What do you have to show for it? You do realize You Are Getting Older?</div>
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Instead of the celebration of Kick Assed-ness that it seems like it should be, instead it is a more of an negative look at what I haven't done. At the same time I get personally invested in those little highly-tuned phrases, and am loathe for anyone I know to look at them critically. It all kind of adds up to a big blob of get over yourself, please. And I would if I could but that part of my brain just will not shut up.</div>
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Big Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669587398699403481noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16810556.post-48999353361728097822013-06-22T11:52:00.001-07:002013-06-22T11:52:10.143-07:00Happy Solstice(which was yesterday)<br />
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Well, hello there. It's been an eventful few months. I go through periods where I think that all that I write is garbage so I don't write anything. And then days become weeks become months and I wonder how it got to be almost the end of June already. But then I just get to a point where I feel like dumping a bunch of stuff out there just so it won't stay in my head, boring or no. I'm not making anyone read it. You have your own free will, right?<br />
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First off, Mom is doing well. She spent more time in the no-load-bearing cast, then graduated to a weight-bearing cast and could slowly start to put weight on it. The x-rays show that the fused joints at the place of the fracture are healing. Now she's in a walking boot and finally allowed to drive again. I'm so glad she's got back some independence. It was hard for her to not be able to do her own shopping and need rides everywhere.<br />
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In further medical news, I injured my back, again. On a friend's recommendation I found a wonderful chiropractor specializing in soft tissue damage who has me better than before the injury. We're still working to see if I can get rid of scar tissue & knotted muscles I've had since the last injury, 5+ years ago. I am not really fond of 45 minutes of PT exercises a day. But if it makes it so I can stand for more than 15 min without pain, or be able to do longer walks & hikes, I'm diligent.<br />
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It's made life a bit difficult, because for a couple weeks there I wasn't supposed to do more than walk 100 ft or so. And I pretty much walk everywhere. Much happier now that I can do the round trip to the grocery store.<br />
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We are buying a place, and mortgage companies really like that job stability thing. Fingers crossed (and legs and eyes and whatever else can be) that it works out. It's really nice and I want to live there very much. Even though that means moving again.<br />
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<a href="http://www.gardineryarnworks.com/patterns/pathofflowers.html">Path of Flowers Stole</a>, by Chrissy Gardiner</div>
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Well, honestly I finished it last October or so, and finally blocked the monster out this Spring. I knit until I ran out of yarn. I like it, although I'm not entirely pleased by the edge (bottom and top are a bit raggedy, and sides, which roll a bit). I did use a fairly light-weight lace (not cobweb, just heading that way)<br />
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I've always been a sucker for that pretty bell-flower pattern. You can find it on its lonesome in one of the first two Barbara Walker collections. Yarn is Ornaghi Filati Merino Oro, white dyed to red. (I had two skeins: the first <a href="http://mimoknits.typepad.com/">Michelle</a> & I dyed this brighter red, the second darker red. We called it the vampire series and labeled them Venous and Arterial. Michelle has Venous). The pattern works nicely with this almost-a-solid-not-quite variegation.<br />
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Otherwise I have fallen down the black hole of cotton doilies. Why doilies? Why not?<br />
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This is just one of them. I think I'm up to 8 or 9 now. I have no need for doilies and no where to put them. All I can say is: lace, that changes all the time, enough to hold your interest, but doesn't last too long. They're like popcorn, I finish one then think: just one more, won't take long. Current one is a Niebling, <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/chrysanthemum-2">Chrysanthemum (rav link)</a>, and bigger than any I've done before. I am stopping at the 144 rounds mark, though, because I think that's plenty and what again am I going to do with these?<br />
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By the way, I think Mom's circular cast-on is just a slight variation of Emily Ocker's cast-on, except after the center, Mom works with 2 needles instead of 3+ until there are enough stitches to hold onto the needles without them slipping out.<br />
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Mostly I am still weenying out of actually Knitting A Real Sweater, Dammit. Time to ditch this ridiculous fear of failure. Dear brain: could use a little logic and less emotion right now.Big Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669587398699403481noreply@blogger.com2