Celebrating summer's end

In my mind, Sept. 1 marks the end of summer. Having never really left school—I’m forever bashing about college campuses—the year starts in the fall and ends in late spring. That’s when we had proper school years that started after Labor Day and continued into the first days of June.


I was one of those kids who couldn’t wait until summer ended and spent hours planning my outfit for the first day of school. Today, I find myself in a similar state of anticipation—delighted that this long, hot slog of a summer is coming to an end. There’s a bite of fall in the air, sweaters to be worn and summer’s tedious projects put to bed.


Anyone else glad that summer’s over?

Garden tour 2006

Depending on will, energy, time and funds, this may be our last garden post of the season. Our planting window is closing fast, but given the lateness of the date most of the new flora was 30 percent off.

For those of you tracking the progress, here’s an early morning shot, which shows, well, not much. Trust me, we stuck a bunch of plants in there. Those spindly things in front are Russian sage. There’s also rubbeckia, two butterfly bushes, some golden rod, some kind of red flower, the name of which eludes me but sounds something like “macarena,” and some snap dragons. We plan to still build a berm and there are bulbs to plant. We’re hoping all these wood chips and rocks don’t become a giant litter box for the neighborhood cats.



Our mini-third tier garden

Earn a really mediocre part-time income

Some of you know that for the last few months I've been trying to nudge my career in a different direction. More magazine work. More time for the novel. Mo better. You may also remember that earlier this spring I was embroiled in a project that was about as dynamic as writing a phone book, but involved thinking. During this time of temporary insanity, I joined a multi-level marketing skin care cult and have been happily alienating plying friends and family with product for weeks. That was a whim. Being a freelance writer, well, not such a whim.

I'm one of the fortunate ones. I make a decent living writing, especially if you think in 1985 dollars. I have regular work. I pay taxes. I buy yarn. And, I work from home with Mitch and the cats. Except for the work part, it's all quite lovely.

When people ask about freelancing, I'm never quite sure what to say, because I've been doing it since I was 22. Part of my success has to do with staying put. I have deep, deep connections, and happily, have only burned one or two bridges in my time. I have a couple of niches; among freelancers there is great debate on this one--do you specialize or generalize? In the perfect world, you do both; keep your options open, but have one or two areas where you can place fringey stories. Right now I'm trying to expand from higher education and knitting into a third--alternative health. Mix it up, otherwise you'll disembowel yourself with your fountain pen.

Oh, and make deadlines. I always tell people, a monkey can successfully freelance if he uses spell check and makes deadlines because he's competing against crazy freelance writers.

And now I'm going to hit post because I have to get back to my brilliant career.


You can never have too many…

Earrings, handbags, balls of yarn, good friends and cardigans. So when three skeins of Fiesta’s La Boheme (at half price) slithered into my shopping bag, I was forced to consider a new project. (Kay, who urged me to pop for the third skein, observed, “With three, you can make a bolero.”)

The Crystal Palace web site provided this free pattern. And cross-country air travel resulted in the completion of two fronts, a sleeve and half a back. It’s looking quite promising, don’t you think?


Now, you fill in the blank. You can never have too many…?

Getting Nake-id on the radio

Hear my radio debut this week on http://westernskies.krcc.org/archives/index_081506.html scroll down to “commentary.”

Road trip

Yesterday, I went AWOL with Mom, Constance and Kay. Constance and Mom have fleeces and after feeding a few fibers into a drum carder, decided carding is best left to the professionals. A trip to the mill was definitely in order.

We set off for Loveland and DVA Fiber Processing in high spirits and had a grand time chatting with Deb and Cheri at the mill. The mill is located in a small warehouse just outside Loveland’s main drag and is filled with so much luscious alpaca fleece, one just wants to bed down.

After all this excitement, we needed refreshment—a theme that would repeat throughout the day. Constance said, “I know a place where there’s good German food!” Having spent a short amount of time in Germany and experienced the ruin Teutonic cooking made of my lower GI, I hesitated to mention that “good German food” was oxymoronic, so I said nothing. Good thing, too. Schmidt’s Bakery and Delicatessen is a find with brightly-lit cases of cookies, strudels, brownies and rolls greeting diners upon entry. We ate some protein—a brat for me—and other stuff.

After lunch there was nothing for it but to shop. Woolen Treasures is another reason to visit Loveland. What a fine little shop. Phenomenal collection of books and mags. Great yarns, including Alpaca with a Twist, Lorna’s Laces, and sale yarn—50 percent off. I helped Constance stick to her budget by snatching these out of her hands…


Fiesta, La Boheme in Madrid

We felt a bit peckish after yarn shopping and settled for iced teas and mochas at Anthology, the local book store. After coffee we still needed a “little something” and took the long way home via the Longmont Dairy—for homemade ice cream—and one final yarn stop—Posh, in my neighborhood, where I scored the new Rebecca.

Such a day we had. Now, ladies, what kind of wrap do I make with all that Fiesta?

Afghan again

The clamour to learn more about the afghan is positively deafening. You are clutching yourselves with anticipation. You can’t go another minute unless you see the progress.

Well, I guess we can give you a little peak.


These 12 squares represent the work of eight women with four more are in the works, including yesterday’s sample. I have three more “letter” squares to chart (and probably knit unless any of you other afghan lovelies wants a quickie project). This means if I do a “four-across” rectangular afghan I’ll need to scare up one last piece. Mom? Hey, Mom? You there? Stop hiding!

We’re scheduling November for delivery.


True confessions

Bet you haven’t been able to sleep at night wondering about my afghan. It’s got you on pins and needles, hasn’t it?

I hesitate showing the latest square, because, well, because y’all might’ve done the proper thing. You wouldn’t have made a devil’s bargain like me. When you saw square was beginning to look like a map of Paris, you would've ripped it. I know you. That's exactly what you would've done. You would’ve started from scratch, carefully following the pattern until your square was complete and perfect. Right? You would never add a stitch—or three—here—decrease one or two there to make the pattern come out. To bend it to your will Would you?


The evidence

Tell me I’m not going to hell.

Hate takes the long view

Today, with families in Israel and Lebanon grieving and 21 terrorist suspects in British custody, it seems right to talk about our friend’s, The Movement for a Tolerant World. Founded by a Muslim activist in Pakistan and a writer and rabbi in Colorado, TMTW is a grassroots effort to inspire young people to use their energy and passion to act on behalf of tolerance and peace.

“Disenfranchised youth are lured into a sense of partnership and purpose by terrorist organizations that play on their vulnerability and bitterness towards society. Before negative forces are able to gain a foothold in the mind of our youth, The Movement for a Tolerant World endeavors to step in and empower them with a sense of mission and partnership that is based on the positive ideology of tolerance and at the same time recruit them in the fight against bigotry and intolerance.”

It certainly is a noble cause. Wouldn’t it be lovely to see goodness prevail?

Design Exegesis Tres

I’m about to declare this more or less of a success, but am at a loss for what to do about a handle. Do I go with a self-handle as I did here? Or do I choose a chain strap like last year?

Or do I return to last year’s bag and simply update colors? Harumph.


Would you be caught dead with this bag?