Thursday, November 22, 2007

Thanksgiving Traditions....

For a lot of years I've tried very hard not to have holiday "traditions". When I was growing up, traditions always seemed stifling and obligatory. The tradition became the holiday and then you are stuck. If something happened that derailed the tradition, then everyone mourned the tradition, which got in the way of simply celebrating the holiday in another way. It turns out all of my efforts failed. In this house it appears we do indeed have Thanksgiving traditions.

At noon on Thanksgiving Day, it would not be Thanksgiving if we didn't invite Arlo Guthrie in to sing Alice's restaurant. Something like this. Our 21 year old son loves this tradition, knows all the words, and we all wait expectantly for the line of "this is a difficult case of American blind justice!"

Another tradition is sharing Thanksgiving dinner with some dear friends, Mary, Len, and the kids. This year was particularly special because it's the first time their son was able to join us since 2001. His intervening years have been spent in the military, including Afghanistan and Iraq.

The food was wonderful and it was great to have the 'kids' (young twenties) at the table laughing and reminiscing. Lots of laughter and lots of love.

Thanks for having us Mary everything was great!

Happy Thanksgiving to the U.S. readers and anyone else who happens by.
Now, off to knit on Christmas presents, which would be...... another Thanksgiving tradition.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

New WIP:

This is a Christmas present for my husband's niece. The pattern is Wisp. The yarn is Kidsilk Haze.
We draw names on his side of the family and this pattern reminds me of her. She's 24 years old and this year she is a permanent substitute teacher in a 4th grade classroom. It would be great if this would turn into a contract position for her.

While I was at the yarn store a couple other things jumped into the bag:
Some Kid Seta which may turn into a Wisp of my very own.

And since brown has returned as a fashion color, some plain brown sock yarn.

All small, portable projects which increases the chances they'll be completed in a reasonable time.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Diagonal Knit Vest:

Diagonal knit vest
Originally uploaded by vmusselm.
At last a finished project!

This was a simple knit that spent too much time waiting in the knitting bag. I wore it yesterday over a black mock turtleneck and black knit slacks. Many compliments ensued. I am happy with this project.


The yarn is Plymouth Yarn's Suri Merino. All of the details are posted on Ravelry where my name is "vmusselm".

I took some time yesterday to catch some photo's of the remaining autumn color. It is totally amazing to still have this color on November 12 in Michigan.















Enjoy them now....they surely won't be here much longer! Snow and sleet are forecast for Thursday.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

tagged again.....

On Halloween I was tagged by Stef for the "seven tidbits of information about me that I haven’t divulged previously in this blog."
Hmmm...it's been busy the past week or so, and I've kept a blog for a long time. Perhaps I've divulged everything that's worth putting in print? Then again, the old blog no longer exists, so perhaps some things might be repeated. Only long time readers with good memories will know.

1. On the very first day that I went to school, the teacher had "Indian head dresses" made of construction paper for us to wear with our names printed right over the forehead (this was 1957, before political correctness). When the teacher left the room for a few moments, I took the cue from the head dress and started to march around the room doing that whoo-whoo thing, tapping the hand over the mouth. Pretty soon everyone was lined up behind me as we went in circles around the room doing our friendly war dance. When Miss Johnson came back into the room, Tommy Brantlinger ratted me out as the instigator. She was very nice about it, but my seat got moved up to the front shortly thereafter.

2. Sometimes it feels like I've been leading "the Indians" or more appropriately, herding cats, ever since. And sometimes I wonder if it's just that I'm not a very good follower which causes me to often end up as the reluctant leader. The only cure has been to quit work, and quit joining any sort of organization.

3. On occasion I have dreams that are auditory only. There is no visual part to them and they are usually pretty disturbing. When I've told anyone about this, I've never gotten the response "me too"!! Surely someone else out there has "sound" dreams?

4. My very first job out of highschool was teacher's aide in a summer Headstart program. One of the first things I learned on the job was: Do not let every kid in the room take a puzzle out of the rack. The teacher I worked for didn't teach me that. It was an experiential thing.

5. My next job between my freshman and sophomore year of college was at Idlewild Park in the food service division. It was years before I could get past the smell of a hotdog let alone eat one. There was no "Soak Zone" back then....at least not officially.

6. After that, my college money came from being a clerk at the A&P and a member of the Amalgamated Meat Cutters Union. The worst thing about that is I still remember 1972-3 prices for staple goods when I send my groceries through the check out. However, it did pay well for a college student at that time.

7. Lately I've noticed that the skin on my face is beginning to fit like an old, cheap pair of pantyhose. Everything seems fine when I'm putting on my minimal makeup in the morning. Later in the day, I'll catch a glimpse of a reflection in a window, rear view mirror, etc....and sure enough that "pantyhose skin" is bagging around my jaw, neck, or eyelid....sometimes all three!!

Well...that's my 7....I'll not pass along the tag. But if you want to pick up the thread, join in! Just let us know so we can visit and read your deep dark secrets.

Coming up tomorrow: Finished things!! The family room is back together and there's a completed handknit item which I wore today.