General tidbits and goings-on
Nov. 10th, 2006 12:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
avanta7Today is a federal holiday, so I'm hanging around the house, doing a whole lot of nothing and enjoying the solitude. It's nearly 11:00 AM and I have accomplished: cleaning the cat box complete with a hosing in the back yard followed by all new fresh litter; getting dressed (if sweats and a long-sleeved T-shirt paired with fuzzy slippers constitutes being dressed); eating a bowl of granola and milk; verifying my PayPal accounts; and adding two more rows to the first square of my afghan.
Yes. I have taken up crochet. Again. My mother and grandmother taught me years and years ago when I was a kid, at the same time they taught me to sew. I haven't made anything by crochet in donkey's years....Well, let me back up a bit.
The yarn store downtown, which goes by the absolutely fabulous name "Three Local Chicks", has gorgeous yarns, and over the last year I've gone in there on occasion to fondle the worsted and squeeze the chenille, thinking that maybe, just maybe, I'd learn to knit. The owners offer free lessons if you buy your materials there, and they stay open late one night a week for just that purpose. Anyway, all I've done is fondle and lust and dream but then, a few weeks ago, one of my co-workers mentioned she wanted to learn to knit. Ah ha! I told her about the store, and the lessons, and we decided we would go together starting in November.
Colleague never learned to do any kind of craft or needle work when she was a girl. She said she ran when her mother wanted to teach her. I decided I'd do my first project by crochet because I would need minimal assistance; that way, she could get more individual attention in learning the basics of knitting.
An evening's search on the web gave me a nifty afghan pattern that's mostly double crochet -- easy easy easy -- and last night we hied ourselves off to the store for supplies and our first session. Colleague chose a big soft royal purple wool and some needles with the assistance of Billie, the owner, and I found a fabulous sage green wool-linen worsted for the background of my afghan. We sat down and set to, and had a peachy time chatting and stitching. Afterward, we went to Chili's for supper and chatted some more. I got home about 9:30, worked a few more rows on my square and went to bed about midnight. We'll do it again next week! Well, probably not the dinner part. But definitely the chatting and stitching part.
This morning when I got up it was 59F in the house. The heater went on until the temperature warmed up to a more acceptable 68F.
Spouse has his big presentation today at work. For the last two weeks, he and his team have been analyzing two departments at one of the stores as part of the curricula of their supervisory training; today they present their findings and suggestions for improvement to "the boss". It's kind of a big deal; he's been up late most nights writing and analyzing and charting and making graphics. I hope all the effort he's put into the thing pays off, and both he and the rest of the team come off well.
It's pretty today, although a little overcast and chilly. I had hoped to get out and take more photos today, but spouse must still have the camera with him. Either that, or he's stashed it somewhere in his office AKA No Man's (or in this case, Woman's) Land. It's very scary in there.
I suppose I ought to do something productive like fold laundry or wash dishes. But this is my day off alone. To heck with that. I'll have some "me" time. Reading, more crocheting, maybe a little napping. I might even make a trip to Rocklin to Macy's. It is Clinique Bonus Time, you know.
Yes. I have taken up crochet. Again. My mother and grandmother taught me years and years ago when I was a kid, at the same time they taught me to sew. I haven't made anything by crochet in donkey's years....Well, let me back up a bit.
The yarn store downtown, which goes by the absolutely fabulous name "Three Local Chicks", has gorgeous yarns, and over the last year I've gone in there on occasion to fondle the worsted and squeeze the chenille, thinking that maybe, just maybe, I'd learn to knit. The owners offer free lessons if you buy your materials there, and they stay open late one night a week for just that purpose. Anyway, all I've done is fondle and lust and dream but then, a few weeks ago, one of my co-workers mentioned she wanted to learn to knit. Ah ha! I told her about the store, and the lessons, and we decided we would go together starting in November.
Colleague never learned to do any kind of craft or needle work when she was a girl. She said she ran when her mother wanted to teach her. I decided I'd do my first project by crochet because I would need minimal assistance; that way, she could get more individual attention in learning the basics of knitting.
An evening's search on the web gave me a nifty afghan pattern that's mostly double crochet -- easy easy easy -- and last night we hied ourselves off to the store for supplies and our first session. Colleague chose a big soft royal purple wool and some needles with the assistance of Billie, the owner, and I found a fabulous sage green wool-linen worsted for the background of my afghan. We sat down and set to, and had a peachy time chatting and stitching. Afterward, we went to Chili's for supper and chatted some more. I got home about 9:30, worked a few more rows on my square and went to bed about midnight. We'll do it again next week! Well, probably not the dinner part. But definitely the chatting and stitching part.
This morning when I got up it was 59F in the house. The heater went on until the temperature warmed up to a more acceptable 68F.
Spouse has his big presentation today at work. For the last two weeks, he and his team have been analyzing two departments at one of the stores as part of the curricula of their supervisory training; today they present their findings and suggestions for improvement to "the boss". It's kind of a big deal; he's been up late most nights writing and analyzing and charting and making graphics. I hope all the effort he's put into the thing pays off, and both he and the rest of the team come off well.
It's pretty today, although a little overcast and chilly. I had hoped to get out and take more photos today, but spouse must still have the camera with him. Either that, or he's stashed it somewhere in his office AKA No Man's (or in this case, Woman's) Land. It's very scary in there.
I suppose I ought to do something productive like fold laundry or wash dishes. But this is my day off alone. To heck with that. I'll have some "me" time. Reading, more crocheting, maybe a little napping. I might even make a trip to Rocklin to Macy's. It is Clinique Bonus Time, you know.
