Tuesday, July 22, 2008

A Song

Sanctus Real - Whatever You're Doing
From the album We Need Each Other

It's time for healing, time to move on,
it's time to fix what's been broken too long
Time to make right what has been wrong;
it's time to find my way to where I belong

There's a wave that's crashing over me, and all I can do is surrender
Whatever You're doing inside of me
It feels like chaos, but somehow there's peace
And it's hard to surrender to what I can't see, but I'm giving in to something heavenly

Time for a milestone, time to begin again, re-evaluate who I really am
Am I doing everything to follow Your will or just climbing aimlessly over these hills?
So show me what it is You want from me
I give everything I surrender


Time to face up, clean this old house
Time to breathe in and let everything out that I've wanted to say for so many years
Time to release all my held back tears

Whatever You're doing inside of me
It feels like chaos, but I believe
You're up to something bigger than me
Larger than life, something heavenly

Whatever You're doing inside of me
It feels like chaos, but now I can see
This is something bigger than me
Larger than life
Something heavenly, something heavenly

Time to face up, clean this old house
Time to breathe in and let everything out.

At our last discipleship triad meeting, I was supposed to lead. I wanted to have lyrics for a song or an actual song to go with the lesson. When I went to find the lyrics, I found this song instead of the one I was going to use. It's so much more appropriate I think to what we have been going through and for me personally as well.

Today is also our 1 year "anniversary" of when God brought us together. What a year!

Golfing Dream

Last night I dreamt that our Thursday small group went to the Mini Golf Sculpture garden. A few of us arrived there first and were onto the 2nd hole when someone thought we should go somewhere else and continue playing later. The sun was setting but I didn't think anything of it until it was dark. After that, it was too dark to play, though they did have a tall yard light. The lady that ran the golf course was hinting that it was time for us to go. But we didn't want to go, we wanted to finish our round. We convinced her to let us stay and we would help clean up. She reluctantly agreed.

What sticks in my mind the most about the dream was the beautiful sunset and then the "oh no" feeling when I realized it was too dark to do what I wanted to do. This dream is probably a mix of a few things; I did see a lovely sunset last night and I am going mini golfing this Thursday, though at a different place.

Monday, July 21, 2008


I found a way out of my WIP Avalanche! Behold, I have just joined the Ravelympics in the competation of "WIP Wrestling" for Team MN.

Ravelry is hosting Ravelympics; where you work on a certain project from the starting ceremony to ending ceremony of the Bejing Olympics. Just think, I have all that time to concentrate just on WIP's! Woohoo! In the meantime, they say not to work on those projects that you will compete with from now until the opening ceremony, so they are truly WIP's. Oh, that's a tough one. Darn it, that means that I may have to start a new project in the meantime.

Hello, Danish Tie Shawl.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Knitting Progress/Regress

When you tuned in last to the reality show "Project Starting Temptation Island," I was down to 9 projects - yay!. I am now down to 8 projects...but I finished 4. If you're good at doing math, that means that I had started and finished 3 more projects while finishing one that I already had going. Yep.

  1. The Froot Loop socks are finished and delivered. They fit her very well. I didn't get a photo of them, though!
  2. Magic Ball of Yarn Swap. Hehe, technically it's not a knitting project, it's just winding yarn around some trinkets. But it did take yarn and time. I'm done wrapping it, just have to get it off in the mail.
  3. Luxury Shawl. I was sick and needed a mindless project. This one used up quite a bit of novelty stash yarn.
  4. Horse Tail scarf. Basically, cut off about 2 yards each of some pretty yarns and braided it; 2 hours, no knitting, voila.
My favorite LYS, Silver Creek Cabin, is having crazy days sale, everything is 20% off. Did I say that I was feeling under the weather? I had to stop by anyway (my hubby doesn't understand my reasoning). My brain was a little foggy and the next thing I know, I left with enough yarn to make the Danish Tie Shawl from one of Spin Off''s recent issues. I am so itching to start it but I won't.

One of the reasons that I'm not starting another project is that I ran out of Knit Picks cables for my needles. I have ONE left. One broke (they are sending me out replacements) but the fact that I have ONE cable left made me pause. Could there be, perhaps, more WIP's that I have hidden somewhere that I have not recorded? Could a deep clean through my craft room produce more projects that I forgot about? The thought bears consideration. Especially since two of my projects are on Addi's.

I'm going to go upstairs now, listen to knitting podcasts and knit the sleeves for my neglected Printed Silk Cardi.


See this yarn? Isn't it yummy? This is for my Danish Tie Shawl. Oh, look! I have one set of cables left and my nickle plated KP needle tips. Oh, look! Here's the pattern. Let me just read it over again and drool.


Thursday, July 17, 2008

I'm a Sick Person.

And I'm at work (at lunch). Ufdah, what a day. Lots of busy things to do and there's a funeral at church tomorrow.

When I was a teen, I used to watch this show about a girl who was part alien. She was given the ability to pause time around her. If anyone ever finds out how to do that, let me know because I need some rest.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Knitting Badges

I'm home sick today. Our TV isn't hooked up so I have no mundane daytime TV, no good books that I want to read, almost too tired to knit. Perhaps it's a DVD day, but I found myself listening to old podcasts that I kept.

Cast on did a series awhile ago on going to camp and earning knitting badges. Here are my two and their stories.

The “Proselytize Knitting” Badge - A requirement for all Knitting Scouts, the recipient must do his or her bit to present knitting in a positive light, whilst at the same time avoiding all references to “hipness”, grandmothers, and yoga.

I've taught many people how to knit, have knit in public and have done much to advance the cause of said craft. Also, have encouraged others to take the next step in their knitting progress, whether willing or not. Badge earned and then some.

The “Knitting Has Forced Me to Seek Medical Attention” Badge (Level Two) - In which the recipient has been forced to seek the advice of a medical doctor, nurse, or alternative healthcare professional, in a hospital emergency room, for injuries sustained

In my first foray into knitting socks, it was when we lived in an apartment and were married for only a few years. I got it into my head that I wanted a "sock making box." It was a fantastic idea; a square box to hold the yarn, a hole in the top and the instructions written on the outside. I found a perfect sized box and put a skein inside. Now, for the hole in the top. I took one of hubby's pocket knives and proceeded to cut a 2" round hole.

Knowing what I got the badge for, guess what happened? The knife slipped and cut my left index finger. I stared at it and thought, "wow, that's deep." Hubby caught on eventually that I was bleeding a bit and it was too big for a bandage. In fact, it looked like it needed stitches. He rushed me to the emergency room where they gave me a tight bandage instead of stitches (although stitches would have been better because the bandage came off within a day). I still have a slight scar on my finger if you look close enough.

The moral of the story? Don't use your hubby's pocketknife on a wobbly cardboard box late at night. He still is quite reluctant to hand me a knife even though it's been years since the incident.

Badge earned with the scar to prove it.

Monday, July 14, 2008

Misc. Dreams

There were two dreams I had last week that I wanted to remember. Here's what I can recall of them now.

About 3-4 days ago -
I think that my alarm with MPR was playing while I was dreaming. There was this lady that did these interviews, very well done ones. She spent all week on one episode. They were taped in her gorgeous home, she had her own studio. It was obvious that she was well paid for her job. The interview was about something to do with a teenage girl who had gone through depression at about age 12. This was hereditary in her family and some of her relatives went insane or never came out. What happened with her, was that she went to a musical event and music was her way out of her depression. Her cousin was just nearing the age of depression and she was going to help her through it as well.

At the end of the interview, the hostess closed it up by a scene of cleaning up the sitting area (mostly white with expensive furnishings) and turning off the lights. She stood up and had on this gorgeous lace knit dress in blue. It was knit in vertical panels with about a 3/4" of openwork between lace stitches so that it was quite risque. The camera panned across a shelving unit that held a collection of clear glass plates. One plate was on a stand, it had a large leaf embossed on it.

The last day or so I dreamt -
That I was at my mother's funeral, again. Some kind of law had not been followed when she had first been buried so that they had to dig her up and do it all over again. This was truly awful. She was lying on her coffin, covered of course because the body was decomposing. I stood up to do the eulogy and told the people there how this awful situation came about and that I intended to sue the funeral directors for botching this up the first time. Someone tripped on the coffin and the body fell off. I covered my face so I wouldn't be able to see it, but I did glimpse it anyway.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Fantastical Mini Golf

Today was too lovely to stay inside. It was a perfect time to try out Big Stone Mini Golf Sculpture Garden.
This was the first time that I've ever had to wait in a long line to tee off.

Hole #1

Scenery at Hole #2, a moving metalwork sculpture
This will be gorgeous in a few weeks with the climbing flowers.

And around and around the ball goes.
Unfortunately, my ball took a boring path. The person before me got their ball to go through the dragonfly.
Last hole and a little swim for our golf balls.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Prayer Shawls Rock

I recently talked to a woman who I had given a prayer shawl to. Amazingly, it arrived at just the right time even though I thought it was way overdue. I had also heard that her pre-teen son loved her shawl. Hear the wheels in my head turning?

At our prayer shawl meeting, we thought it would be a good idea to make him a shawl and had some brown tone yarn on hand. Acrylic Walmarty stuff, but it was cheap. But when we went to my LYS, we saw this blue yarn with flecks of orange. Perfect for a young man! I started in on it, but then thought, maybe we should ask the mom. (In retrospect it's probably a good policy to ask a parent if you're making a shawl for a child.)

I talked to her today and she was almost speechless. He loves her shawl not because it's her shawl, but because it's a prayer shawl. The colors he likes? Primary colors and he loves orange. Amazing! The yarn that was chosen is perfect for him. How great is that?

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

A Longing

I've been going over my discipleship study for this Friday and have been especially attentive because I'm leading this time. It's been a powerful lesson. Some of these just take me to a deep place and a shift in thinking; this is one of those lessons.

But there is a down side as well. This has fanned the flame of my longing for a different type of Christian community. Don't get me wrong, we have a wonderful new pastor who's a great speaker and committed leadership. So many good things are at the church and real ministry is happening. It's me that's changing.

In church on Sunday, I was thinking that yes, he's a great speaker, great messages. Usually there's one or two things that I don't quite connect with, but when I do connect with a message and know it's good and still feel discontent...then something more than a Sunday Morning message is going on. I was thinking at that moment, that I was tired of the old normal church thing. No matter how good a speaker is, I want to have less lecture and more time hearing from others, getting the heartbeat of where we are all at.

Tonight, as I was doing my lesson, that longing came back strongly. The study focused on the body of Christ with the passage in 1 Corinthians chapter 12.

Even if you say that because I am not such and such and don't want to be a part of the body, you are still a part of the body.

Each part is equal in importance, even the parts that need to be treated with special modesty.

The body needs me just as I am, right now, warts and all.

If we all acted accordingly, played no favorites, each did our part with confidence, all the while taking our direction from Christ, what would that look like?

I've no idea. I don't see it happening right now. Maybe it's because I've recently been wounded by the church that I can't see it. Or perhaps, I'm looking only at the church and not the Christian body as a whole.

But I want to see it, I want to be a part of that church body. I am longing for it, so much that I spent some time telling God how much I wanted that. He didn't seem to have any answers (okay, I didn't actually ask him a question). But I have this feeling that I'm on a journey to see what the body of Christ can really look like when it is healthy and whole.

Progress Trumps Self-Control

So if anyone is wondering, I didn't start that shawl. I had some yarn from my stash that could probably work, needles, pattern and a weekend. Why didn't I start it with so much going for it? Simply put, I finished another project.

In the car, I had 2 hours of knitting on the Froot Loop socks. They zoomed up the ankle until I could almost see them finished. I finished the pattern section by the time the fireworks were over. Later that weekend, I did the ribbing while watching Charlie's Angels on Hulu. They now need to have their ends hemmed in and then be washed. Voila! Progress beats self-control any time (well, almost any).

I started my prayer sock socks right after because they are "due" in less than 2 months. The yarn is a bit brighter than I remember, I hope my partner likes them.

I also started and finished my Magic Ball of Yarn, that one will need to be sent off as soon as I can get to the PO, the deadline is the 15th. It was a lot of fun, even though I did have to wind it twice. The first ball looked like a rat's nest, the second time around it's more like a wasp nest, but a nice wasp nest.

Pics later!

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Dream of Love Gone Wrong

There was a part of my dream that I don't remember now, but I can recall as far back as a police sting on a building. They were all standing around this building in the middle of nowhere. A boy was with them and he got impatient and went and kicked in the door. One of the officers accused the other one of setting them up to fail because of the kid. The kid ran in and ran a sort of maze of gory stuff. He war running panicked. The officers had to run in after him to rescue him, before he got hurt. They were ultimately after a mass murderer. I forgot the name of the murderer, let's call him "Tom."

In a living room, there was a shoot out with Tom. I don't know if this was the same day or same building as the one with the sting. All around the room there was this trail that you had to follow and at the end lay Tom, shot up. In the first version of the scene, they didn't find Tom until they came to the end of the trail, behind an upholstered chair & footstool. He was dead. In the second version of the scene, Tom was spotted right away, but he was still alive. The officers tied him up before they pulled him out by his legs.

Somehow, Tom arranged it so that he would walk to prison and would arrive by 6pm that day. He had a couple of things he needed to do before he went there. He said that if he didn't arrive by then that they should send out people after him. This was kept secret from the public. Tom's business, was the woman he loved, "Jenny."

Jenny had no clue of Tom's murdering ways. Ironically, Tom did indeed deeply love Jenny. They had a very close relationship and spent much time together. He went to take Jenny out to eat at a restaurant. The waitress told them that appetizers were on her since she was so glad that the mass murderer was finally behind bars. Tom & Jenny talked awhile, he was telling her that he had to go away but didn't tell her where or why yet. She asked where, could she come too and if he was doing something for them. They decided on corn on the cob as their appetizer but the waitress did not return for awhile. Tom saw time ticking away and decided it was time they walked. Neither was hungry anyway.

He pointed to the place where he was walking to, but there were so many building down the road that Jenny didn't suspect the real place. She couldn't fathom that he had ever done anything bad. Tom said that he should have planned this all differently. He should have set her up with receiving part of his checks that he received each week. Every week he broke open the check and gave her $75.00. He should have set it up so she could continue to receive the money. He was a bit broken up by the fact that he couldn't provide for her anymore.

As they were walking by a construction sight, Jenny's older brother, John was working there. He recognized Tom or thought he did and started asking questions. Jenny, still naive, yelled at her brother to go away and not bother her right now, she meant it. John followed behind them at a safe distance. It's a good thing he did, because there were a pair of bounty hunters out for Tom and when they saw Jenny with him, they plotted to take advantage of her as well. Oh, the tangled webs we weave.

Eventually, Jenny finally got the picture that Tom was going to jail. He told her that she'd hear about terrible things that he had done and people would say and try to do terrible things to her because he knew her. He said that she may even not love him anymore. But he would always love her. She was the only person that he loved.

Cue - alarm clock.

Tom was a tall man, sort of gangly but sort of built. He had gray-brown scraggly shoulder length hair. Jenny was thin, average built woman. She had great defined legs and wore a skirt. I really did feel for both of them. At one time in the dream, I felt like I was in Tom's POV and other times I was in Jenny's POV. Although I was also in the POV of the boy and the officer in the beginning as well. Talk about a schizo dream.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Someone Slap My Hand!

I've just printed out the pattern for Bloom, on knitty. I am making plans to stop at my LYS on the way home. It looks so lovely, so easy, a wonderful project to work on for travel knitting.

One hitch.


I didn't realize what I was doing until I looked at my blog.

Anyone have a 10 step program for project starting?

Could you pass the Citizenship Test?

Interesting question. I became a citizen when I was pre-pre-school age. But I never had to take a test because supposedly, I'd learn all that in school.

I took this quiz.

You answered 85% of questions correctly. Here's your rating:
85-100%: Welcome to the United States! (And, truth be told, you know more about this great land than most Americans.)

Okay, I did cheat a little. I took the test earlier and lost my results, I was a pitiful 45% correct, but if I had gone with my gut on a few, it would have been higher.

45-60%: Not too bad, but you really need to break out the civics books again -- word is, the INS is looking for an 80 percent score.

I am not as book smart as a 5th grader.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Why did I name it that?

From freedictionary.com:

1. A fall or slide of a large mass, as of snow or rock, down a mountainside.
2. A massive or overwhelming amount; a flood: received an avalanche of mail.
To fall or slide in a massive or overwhelming amount.
To overwhelm; inundate.

I particularly feel a kinship with the third line, "to slide IN a massive or overwhelming amount." That's how I'm feeling with my knitting. What happened to the days of easy garter stitch scarves? One month prayer shawls? I'm sliding in an overwhelming amount of large knitting projects. Unfortunately, I have less time to knit as well.

This calls for drastic measures.

I now have 11 projects going that I'll admit to on ravelry. But between you and me, it's now about 13. What happened to the progress from last post you ask? When I finally got it down from 11 down to 10? All I know is that there was some hazy moments of imbibing (root) beer and the next thing I know, I had more projects on the needles.

Did I mention that this calls for drastic measures?

Drastic Measure #1. I'm sorry to have to do this, but I will need to postpone my Pay It Forward projects for a month or so. Yes, I am supposed to get them done within a certain amount of time. However, I still don't know when my PIF person will get mine to me. At that point that she does, then I'll start kicking it in gear. (Sorry, Z.)

= 11 projects

Drastic Measure #2. Hibernate Nicole's Prayer Shawl. She's okay with that since she hibernated mine as well.

= 10 projects

Drastic measure #2. Hibernate the Storm Shawl. I need some time and some uncluttered space to block this thing. I've never blocked a shawl like this before and it's going to take me a good day to do research on the net before I feel confident to start.

= 9 projects

Whew, do I feel better now.

I'll still try to stick to the "finish 2 projects before you can start another one" theory. But no promises, because look what happened to me last time.

Lesson learned - that I do need to have a mindless project and/or a shorter project on the needles to help me feel as if I'm actually doing something.

I really need to get this startitis problem under control. Firstly, I'm trying to whittle down my commitments in order to write and that won't work well if I feel overwhelmed with knitting projects and can't get to writing. Secondly, the local crazy days will be in a couple of weeks, and my LYS will have a few tables out. More yarn, more opportunities to randomly start projects.

Say a prayer for me, fellow knitters; that I won't come back next time and confess to having 15 projects going.

P.S. It's sometimes a good thing to be bad at math. I just went through my ravelry projects and put in my new ones. I actually have 8 projects, not 9.