The Knitted Garden

Coop Du Jour

noreply@blogger.com (ThriftyKnitter) — Fri, 09 Sep 2011 18:17:00 +0000

I absolutely ADORE chickens! When I was in animal rescue way back when in Florida, I was lucky enough to rescue a little white hen I named Fedelia. This little gal was a gem. Her morning routine consisted of laying me a fresh egg, making a tour of my kitchen floor to rid it of all it's crumbs, hopping up on my knee to watch me feed my infant daughter and then letting herself out to roam our three acres all day. When I we sold that home, I gave her to a neighbor who loved her so much, she adopted 4 more hens and a rooster and built them a coop that was the envy of the neighborhood.

Now that I am finally in a place where I can own chickens again, I was quick to aquire three from a woman who needed to rehome hers. Reenee, Edie, and Beatrice came with a small, rather sad looking coop that was suffering from plain-ness and obscurity.

Although they didn't know any better, I was embarrassed for them. Since we couldn't afford a new coop, I thought sprucing up their chick pad just a bit might be in order.

Behold: Cafe De Poulet

Cafe De Poulet's Drive thru Egg Window

Now the chickens can hold their beaks up high and strut their stuff. They're pretty sure none of their other feathered friends live in a French cafe'. And their eggs never tasted so good!

Faeries In My Garden

noreply@blogger.com (ThriftyKnitter) — Wed, 31 Aug 2011 22:37:00 +0000

The Fairy Song

"White coral bells
Upon a slender stalk;
Lilies-of-the-Valley
Deck my garden walk.

Oh, don't you wish
That you could
Hear them ring?
That can happen only
When the faeries sing!"

I used to think it was silly to believe in faeries. That was before I stumbled across a sweet little booklet self-published by Sharon Lovejoy called Faeries In My Garden. Here was a perfectly sane (and very talented I might add) adult who not only believed in faeries but planted gardens for them. If you've ever been fortunate enough to visit Heart's Ease in Cambria, CA, the shop once owned by Lovejoy, you will have experienced the magical gardens she planted there. Sharon inspired me to create my own fairy gardens and to make my yard a wonderland.

Due to a few years of upheavel in my family's life, all of the fairy garden implements were packed away until they could be set out to delight the faeries once again. Now that we are finally settled, my daugthers and I have had so much fun picking the spot and planning the perfect fairy garden. An ancient tree on our property was the perfect backdrop. The girls unpacked the box of fairy furniture while I painted the windows and door that Daddy cut out for us. The last time we had a fairy garden we had to purchase moss from the garden store. Living in Oregon, we have moss growing under every bush free for the taking (although we did ask permission from the moss faeries). We put the finishing touches on and snapped some pictures. As is often the case in Oregon, the sun did not cooperate for the pictures but the faeries are happy and so are we!

Welcome to my garden. Come up the path and have a seat.

Almost there...

Is that a fairy peeking out of the window?

Bunny is popping her head out of the clover.

Have a seat by the birdbath and enjoy the view.

Time to say goodbye for now...

Until the faeries come tonight to play.

FAERIES BY MOONLIGHT

By the moon we sport and play,
With the night begins our day;
As we dance the dew doth fall---
Trip it, little urchins all,
Lightly as the lttle bee,
Two by two, and three by three;
And about go we, go we,
And about go we.

(The Maydes Metamorphosis of Lylie, 1600)

A Summer For Sweet Potatoes

noreply@blogger.com (ThriftyKnitter) — Wed, 29 Sep 2010 14:24:00 +0000

Now that the weather is turning here in Middle Tennessee, it's almost hard to remember the oppressive heat we experienced all summer. I know most of you can relate because it was something nearly the whole country experienced. It obliterated most of my summer crops for they just could not survive in the 98 degree heat with no relief from even an occasional rain shower. Having lived and gardened in Florida for most of my life, I nearly always covered up the garden beds for summer knowing it was futile to fight the weeds and heat stroke for a few piddly cherry tomatoes, okra and lima beans. I stayed inside in the air conditioning and waited for our growing season to begin in October. I wasn't prepared for TN summers to be even worse. Although everyone assures me this was a fluke, I am extremely doubtful regarding next summer's garden. So while I was preparing my fall garden this month, noone was as shocked as I was to see some little red heads poking up from under my sweet potato vine. Upon closer inspection, I found I had a veritable mine field of huge, hearty sweet potatoes! I started digging around one plant and pulled out the biggest potato, this gardener had ever seen. A 5 pounder!! The diggings from just one plant came home with me that day and provided not only baked sweet potatoes but sweet potato pancakes,

sweet potato chili,

sweet potato gratin and will this weekend become sweet potato pie, with half the batch of potatoes still to be used. Yesterday, I dug around a second plant and added the bounty to what was left of the first.

And I still have 7 more plants to dig. I should get at least a bushel and perhaps a half more. If anyone wants to pass any sweet potato recipes my way, I welcome them. In the mean time, here's the Sweet Potato Chili recipe I made.

Pinto Bean Sweet Potato Chili

1 T olive oil
1 Med onion chopped
2 cloves of garlic minced
1 T chili powder (adjust as necessary)
1 C vegetable broth
1 1-lb. sweet potato (yam), peeled, cut into 3/4-inch cubes
2 Med tomatoes cubed
1 Can Pinto beans drained

Heat olive oil in heavy sauce-pan over medium-high heat. Add onion and garlic and saute until golden brown, about 5 minutes. Add chili powder and stir 1 minute. Add broth and potato. Cover pan; reduce heat to medium and simmer until potato is almost tender, about 10 minutes. Add tomatoes and pinto beans. Simmer uncovered until chili thickens and potato is very tender, about 10 minutes. Season to taste with salt and pepper and serve with a touch of mexican cheese shredded on top.

This was so easy and delicious. A must try this winter!

I used to grow sweet potatoes in Florida many years ago and had completely forgotten how much they loved the heat. I had one plant that grew year round there and provided me with potatoes all year. In my California community garden, potatoes were on the banned list so I forgot all about them. Something tells me I won't be forgetting about these sweet potatoes for a very long time. It will take me at least two full day to process them for the freezer and we should be having sweet potato dishes until we are in our 80's. Sweet potato cassarole anyone?

You Had Me At 'BARN'

noreply@blogger.com (ThriftyKnitter) — Wed, 15 Sep 2010 23:43:00 +0000

So I was finishing up a run to my local Tractor Supply Co. and as I was about to unload my minivan, I paused, took a long look and ran inside to get my camera. Those of you who know me, will attest to the fact that this is the way I think a minivan should be used. Rick says my next vehicle will be a truck because that's what I've made the van into anyway.

Ain't it perty? Supplies for the garden and the critters, and plenty of room left for us country folk.

Speaking of the garden. Although we are renting in subdivision-land right now, I am so blessed to have a community plot on 45 plus acres provided by my church. My community plot back in Long Beach, which was next to the plots of my dear friends and which provided as much free manure and mulch as I could haul in a wheelbarrow, was smack next to the freeway which drowned out the sounds of nature. So there are trade-offs.

Speaking of the critters, my husband stepped on some rabbit pellets the other day and said, "I've been steppin in animal poop for our entire 18 years of marriage. I guess the only solution is to buy you a house with a barn." At that moment the heavens opened and the angels sang a chorus of "Hallelujah". He said "BARN"! My dear husband doesn't even know that as a child growing up in the country, I longed for a barn but my father didn't share my views even though we lived on enough land to build 20 barns. It was enough to get him to allow me to put in a fence for my horse and I had to dig half the holes. So when my husband said he would get me a barn when we buy a house, he was speaking my love language. I don't require much. Just some manure and hay and a place to keep it. It only took him 18 years to figure it out. I think that's pretty good!

By the way, these are some of my new favorite magazines! So much fun with lots of information about gardens, critters and BARNS! Check 'em out!

CHRISTMAS IN JULY (and August and September and...)

noreply@blogger.com (ThriftyKnitter) — Sat, 11 Sep 2010 14:04:00 +0000

What would you do if you heard a cry for help? Ok, what would you do if you were a crafter and you heard a cry for crafting help? I hope we would all "do unto others as we would have others do unto us", right?

I was in JoAnn Fabrics one day and overheard a woman on her cell phone lamenting the fact that her daughter had to have a lion head made by Monday and here it was Thursday and she didn't sew and didn't know what to do. The little angel on my right shoulder stuck my nose in her business as soon as she had gotten off the phone and within a few days, I had made her a lion head from yarn and an old ski mask pattern I had lying around. She failed to tell me, though, that her daughter had an emormous head and it was all she could do to get it over the aforementioned noggin. But it served it's purpose, she was extremely grateful, I made a friend and ended up getting the lion head back for my daughter for halloween. This is a photo of the lion head along with the lion costume that I made for it when she returned the head to me.

I bring up this story to illustrate that I seem to always be sticking my nose in to other people's business because I can't resist a cry for crafting help. It was to just such a cry that prompted me to embark on my most recent knitting adventure.
I was browsing around Ravelry, minding my own business when I noticed a post asking if anyone could knit a Christmas stocking for her soon to be born daughter. Aww, what could be sweeter than to knit for a new little baby to be. I'm thinking pink. I'm thinking small, quick and easy. I thought wrong!

I made arrangements to meet the woman at my local yarn shop, Bliss Yarns and after a quick introduction over her very pregnant belly, she showed me the pattern she wanted knit. It was published in 1948, it was intarsia and she wanted one knit to match hers, which had been originally knit by her grandmother and her husband's, whom she had someone knit for her in another city. Not one to back down from a knitting challenge, I went home with her chosen yarn and a pattern that had seen better days.

Over the next few days, I watched all the internet videos I could on intarsia, gathered my supplies and my courage and cast on. I'm sorry now that I didn't get pictures of my progress along the way because it was quite a scene: trips to the pool with red, white and green balls of yarn dangling from every possible point on my needles, and sticky notes strategically placed and replaced as I worked my way down the Christmas tree and Santa Claus which were knit into the middle of this enormous sock.
After most of June, all of July and the better part of August were over, I had completed the Christmas stocking. Did I mention I'm a loose knitter? Did I mention that although the yarn called for size 8 needles, I used size 3? Did I mention that my stocking came out large enough for my husband to sleep in?

Now of course when I was knitting this thing, I knew it was turning out large but when I blocked it, it just seemed to stretch to even more gigantic proportions! Only having 25% wool in the yarn, there was no hope of felting it (although I tried, Oh did I ever try). I finally had to face the fact that I had failed and that I had to break it to this woman that I had failed and that I had to knit this agonizing project that had taken most of my summer, over again. The latter being the hardest to face. But all those things I did and this time, picking up size 1 needles, started knitting again. This is what resulted.

Still too long

and still too wide.

So I have offerd to hunt for differnt yarn and to somehow make this work to match her other stockings. It looks like I will be knitting right up until Christmas. I didn't have any Christmas knitting to do right?

So take my advice, keep your crafting feelers on and make sure they are long enough to butt into other people's business because you never know when it will result in a costume for your daughter or a sleeping bag for your husband.

I'M BAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

noreply@blogger.com (ThriftyKnitter) — Sat, 07 Aug 2010 20:25:00 +0000

Let's face it folks...change is hard. You're going along all snug in your rhythms and *thwak* the rug is pulled out from under you. In our case it was a move across the country that started it all. We arrived here in the beautiful state of Tennessee exactly 6 days before what they are now calling the 500 year flood. We searched those 6 days for a rental home we could all be comfortable in and one that had a yard in which the girls and I could explore, garden and begin collecting the animals we had been praying for every bedtime for the last year. Well when water starts rising and people have to leave their homes, panic ensues. We were told to grab on to the first home that appealed to us and be happy because there would be a lot of displaced people looking to rent homes until they could get back into theirs. And so that's what we did.

This is a video I took around noon of the first day of rain. We had no idea at the time what was to come. The siren you hear was the fire department going in to rescue someone from the building.

Now don't get me wrong. The home we "grabbed" is a lovely, large and comfortable home but it is not in the country as we had planned, nor does it have a yard that can be explored, gardened or made to house animals (even if they were allowed). We are in suburbia. It took me several weeks to get over that and to get used to the fact that our dreams were going to be postponed for yet another year at least. The girls, on the other hand, promptly made friends with the only two little girls on the block and have made the best of what they have. (We should all take a lesson from our children).

After making our choice, we headed over to North Carolina to spend the next three weeks with my mother while Nashville dried out and our possessions could make their journey from California. The girls loved visiting their "Gammy" and spending time on top of a mountain in the middle of a national forest was just what we needed.

The first half of our things arrived in late May (with the rest coming mid June) and we proceeded to settle in . Things were timed perfectly, for the last weekend in May was the annual Middle Tennessee Fiber Festival chock full of fiber, fleece and furry things. Susan's Fiber Shop was there and I brought home the drum carder I had been saving for for over a year along with some English 5-Pitch Combs. And as many of you know, I have quite a love for furry things so I tucked one of these under my arm as well.

Petunia, my French Angora, will be ready to shear in about 6 weeks. My own sustainable fiber source! And it can live in the house! (Where there's a will there's a way!)

Another big change took place not long after we moved in. On June 7th, our little Angelina turned 7!!!

And just last weekend, yet another change.

She told me, by the way, "I think the tooth fairy is just you, Mommy" So many changes. Exciting and a little sad. Homeschooling will be starting again soon and that will help us get our rhythm back. In the mean time, we continue to unpack, to settle in, to get used to this crazy weather and to accept whatever changes that come our way. I'm so glad to be back and I look forward to sharing our lives with you, my dear friends.

Nashville Here We Come!

noreply@blogger.com (ThriftyKnitter) — Sun, 25 Apr 2010 15:40:00 +0000

We left Texas and sailed into Oklahoma with a rousing chorus of "OKLAHOMA". Having been in the musical in Regional Theatre, I sang every part with harmonies. My husband started giving me looks 3/4 of the way through "Surry With The Fringe On Top " so I switched to singing under my breath. Oklahoma seemed to zip by. We seemed to be through it before I could get through "The Farmer And The Cowman Should Be Friends".
We spent the night in Ft. Smith, Arkansas. Home of the dead animals. Well it seemed that way. We arrived there just after the storm and as we were unloading, I noticed two nearly naked baby birds on the sidewalk outside our hotel room. One was tiny and already gone but the other was larger and still fighting for life. Since I used to be in animal rescue, I kicked into rescue mode, scooped it up and ran in the room, wet a towel with very warm water and wrapped it up until I could think of a more permanent solution. I was sad to find that I had arrived too late as the little bird breathed its last just a few minutes later. A search of the area found a third dead baby over in the mud. The storm must have blown them out of their nest. The only one I could find was at the top of the second story roof tucked in the gutter. That was a long way to fall and on to the sidewalk too. Poor little things. The girls of course wanted to hold them and pet them. So I let them.

It was a hard lesson to learn but Nature is the best teacher and I don't turn down any opportunity to teach. The next morning, as I was walking the dog, I found a little grass snake that didn't make it through the storm either. The girls were thrilled to get to hold it. I figured they would never develop a fear of snakes if they practiced holding one that didn't move.

As we pulled out of the hotel, Abby hollered out with all she could muster, "Good-bye baby birds. Good-bye baby grass snake. Good-bye muddy bird" Abby doesn't leave anyone out.
Needless to say, we were thrilled to cross over the "mighty Mississip" and into Tennessee. The girls and I hopped out of the car and did the "We're finally in Tennessee" dance which looked an aweful lot like "Ring Around the Rosy".

I had had this little ditty floating in my head for 2 days so we decided we ought to at least see Graceland while we were here in Memphis. Neither of us are really Elvis fans but as the lyrics say, "for reasons I cannot explain, there's some part of me wants to see Graceland." We headed on over and on the way, found a place to stop so we could all use the bathroom. As we were pulling out of the parking lot, I noticed, just out of the corner of my eye, a couple of people getting out of a car and one of them collapsing on the ground. I brought it to Rick's attention and since we are foster parents and always up to date on our CPR training, Rick said, "Oh great. Here we go" and turned the car around. When we came upon the scene we found a young overweight man lying on the ground and his friend, also a young man trying his best to rouse him. Rick called 911 and I went to see what I could do. Since all we had ever practiced on were CPR dummies, this was new to us. I felt for a pulse and found one but could not detect any breathing. When I opened his mouth, I heard what sounded like a snore so I knew he had an intake of breath. I knew he was not sleeping as his color was not good but I was hoping with all my will that the snore meant he was breathing because although I would have done it, I did not wish to do rescue breathing on a stranger with a mouth full of braces to boot. Rick had made his call and mercifully took over, and by laying his face right on the young man's nose, could detect shallow breathing. He was out of danger and we could hear the sirens in the distance. We breathed a sigh of relief and waited around while they took this 18 year old boy to the hospital. After our ordeal, it was too late to go to Graceland so we searched for a hotel in the area that would take pets. Our search proved fruitless so we got back on the road and spent the night in Jackson. Today we will be in Nashville and then Franklin and will start searching for a rental home this afternoon. Our travels are near an end but the journey is still in it's infancy. If you're interested, I will give you a tour of our new surroundings as well as a play by play on the house hunting. I hope you've enjoyed the ride along the way and I'll see you in Nashville.

I Used To Be Fine...But I Got Over It

noreply@blogger.com (ThriftyKnitter) — Sat, 24 Apr 2010 13:27:00 +0000

We were sad to say goodbye to New Mexico but happy to be on the road and closer to our final destination. As we entered Texas, I made my husband stop for another picture. I wanted to hug Texas.

What I needed to do was hold on for dear life!
Not too long after Amarillo, we saw ahead of us a huge wall of ominous clouds. The girls were excited to see a real thunderstorm and couldn't wait to catch up with it. It wasn't just a passing thundercloud though but a huge cell moving across the Southeast and we were moving with it. For over 3 hours, we drove at a snails pace in thunder, lightning, hail and driving rain with an occasional rainbow sighting which brought loud squeals from the girls. Seeing the futility of it, we decided to take our leave at the next exit that looked inhabited: Shamrock, TX. Did you know Shamrock, TX boasts the tallest water tower of it's kind anywhere? Neither did we. We were just happy to see the one and only restaurant still open for business. When we pulled up at the front with the elements churning all around us, the waitress opened the door and motioned us in. The busboy ran out and took Abby for me while Angelina and I ran for the open door. When we were safely inside, we saw an interesting collection of locals hovering around a television in the corner watching the Weather Channel. They were openly concerned. Apparently the storm sirens had been going off. Apparently a tornado had touched down a few miles from there. And apparently it was getting worse. The waitress must have seen my concerned look and said in her thick country accent, "Don't worry darlin', if we get a twister, we have a walk-in. We can all pile in there." By "walk-in", I believe she meant the refrigerator. Now God bless these sweet people for their shelter in a storm and for their concern for the safety of myself and my children and even my dog. (Yes, they asked the owner if they could bring our dog in the restaurant.) But the look of concern she saw on my face was not for the howling wind and hail outside. No. It was for the fact that the air was filled with the long forgotten smell of cigarette smoke. It was the fact that she offered us a seat in the NON-SMOKING SECTION. It was the fact that my eyes had taken in the tiny salad bar containing iceberg lettuce, jello, and some pink stuff that looked like drowning marshmellows. Oh my word! What have we done?!
After my husband joined us, we were seated in a booth in the aforementioned section and perused the menu. As always, my first concern is 'what will I feed my children'. The only non-meat item on the menu was a grilled cheese. I occasionally make grilled cheese for my kids from my home-baked bread and either veggie cheese or organic dairy cheese so it wasn't completely foreign to them. At least they would recognize it as food. When I placed their order, the waitress replied, "french fries, chips er tater tots?" Oh my word! Do tater tots still exist? You mean the FDA hasn't banned them as being a plastic non-food item? The waitress only raised one eyebrow when I asked for a side of sliced tomato instead. As expected, the sandwiches came on Wonder Bread.
Throughout our short and surpisingly inexpensive dinner, we learned from the Weather Channel that the storm was big and it was heading east at the same rate we were so it was no use fighting it, we were stuck in this little town for the night. Fortunately, when the rain subsided a bit, we found a very nice hotel right next door to our sheltering restaurant. We got a beautiful, newly remodeled room for the night and woke up to clear skies.
As my husband often does, he got up before anyone and went about town to gather supplies and get the "lay of the land". He came back into the room just chuckling to himself. In the local grocery store, he asked the checkout girl if it was always this windy here to which she replied, "If it ain't windy, you better write it down." She asked one of the regulars, "Hey Leonard. How ya doin'?" His response, "O, I used to be fine, but I got over it". And as Rick made his way to the door, a large man in overalls, that didn't quite button on the sides, rushed ahead to the door and said, "Here. Lemme get that for ya." I thought about these kind, friendly and genuine folks and their concern for strangers in a storm. Just listening to him relay what he'd encountered and thinking of the kindness we'd been shown the night before, I knew then that we were on the right path. Ok, eating is going to be a challenge, but we've overcome bigger challenges than that and will again. This is our adventure and yes, for a moment, I was worried...but I got over it.

Vest In The West - Part 2

noreply@blogger.com (ThriftyKnitter) — Fri, 23 Apr 2010 14:53:00 +0000

We headed north out of Bandalier and made for our next intended destination: the home of Georgia O'Keeffe, but we missed the turn and ended up at Ghost Ranch, one of the artists frequent haunts. The landscape was simply breathtaking.

An ancient wagon was the perfect backdrop for nature's beauty.

We spied a lonely log cabin on the road out. And could not resist stopping by for a closer look.

And if it really matters, here's the vest. Have I mentioned how huge this thing is. Perhaps if my husband gains 30 lbs. it will actually fit him. I finished the back the night we pulled into Santa Fe...

And I'm working feverishly to finish the front and join the shoulders before the next post.

This thing could fit King Kong so wish me luck.

Rick after passing a sign for body piercing: "That reminds me of a moile I once knew. He said, 'It's a lousy job but you get alot of tips'."

Vest In The West - Part 1

noreply@blogger.com (ThriftyKnitter) — Thu, 22 Apr 2010 15:00:00 +0000

We drove into Santa Fe Monday night and have spent two amazing days exploring the city and it's incredible surroundings so rich in history and culture. Santa Fe is celebrating it's 400th year this year and if folks have been hanging out here since 1610 then by golly it's worth more than a passing visit. If I could, I would have stayed a week. There is so much to see and so much to show you of our trip, I have had to divide it into two posts. I hope you don't mind.
We spent the first day wandering in the Plaza at the center of the old part of town which is graced with ancient adobe dwellings and the beautiful St. Francis Basilica, built in the 1600's and rebuilt in the 1800's.

We strolled down the row of Navajo vendors selling their gorgeous handmade turqoise jewelry and woven rugs.

The next day we headed north of town to visit Bandalier National Monument, a pueblo inhabited by the ancestors of the Navajo from the 1100's to the 1500's. The girls had a fabulous time running along the trails and exploring the caves.

A friendly beetle stopped by to say hello but the girls did NOT want to become acquainted.

Stopping for a rest and a chat with fellow travelors.

Abby being Abby

The girls made a friend on the trail and instantly fatigue was forgotten for the thrill of foot races.

Tomorrow, our visit to Ghost Ranch and of course, the vest.

Rick as we were passing some cattle lying down in a field: "Look! Ground beef."

Enjoy Your Bliss, Sister

noreply@blogger.com (ThriftyKnitter) — Tue, 20 Apr 2010 15:00:00 +0000

We spent a fabulous day on Saturday stopping at every overlook we came to, enjoying as much as we could of the Grand Canyon. By late afternoon, our brains could take no more of the spectacle. We were exhausted and at our WOW limit so we headed toward Sedona. If you've never been there, you need to make it a destination.

We arrived after dark and in the morning we were greeted by this.

And this.

We drove around town reveling in the beauty and checking out the shops. The health food store here, New Frontiers, is amazing! They actually have their own organic farm. As the woman behind the juice bar handed my husband his carrot juice she said, "Enjoy, brother." That is spirit of the people here.

Then we took the girls to a trout farm and they really enjoyed feeding the trout.

By the end of the day, we had found the perfect spot to photograph Angelina in her finished sweater.

We dined at a wonderful restaurant with an amazing view of the red rocks at sunset and as the waitress brought me my food, she said, "Enjoy your bliss, Sister."

This was my "bliss" and I enjoyed every bite!

Rick as we were passing a tacky Fred Flintstone campsite outside of The Grand Canyon: "You know what Yabba Dabba Doo is don't you? It's what you look for when you're hunting Yabba Dabba"

Southwest Potty Tour

noreply@blogger.com (ThriftyKnitter) — Mon, 19 Apr 2010 16:13:00 +0000

I think I've seen the inside of every woman's bathroom between Long Beach, CA and Sedona, AZ. Who knew two little girls could pee so much. It does help to have a toddler potty in the car and as it fills up, lucky is the bush that is chosen to receive it's fertilizer. But it never fails that when you're in a remote place like the Grand Canyon, you hear those 6 dreaded words. "Mommy, I have to go _______"

I think the two videos below will give you just a slice of life on this trip with our two little girls who have not yet leaned to hold it.

Attempt #1 with the dog attached to my arm.

Attempt #2 I removed the dog to get a more steady shot.

A Sweater In The Desert

noreply@blogger.com (ThriftyKnitter) — Sat, 17 Apr 2010 15:18:00 +0000

After leaving Long Beach on Monday afternoon, we headed down to San Diego and spent the next few days visiting with family and saying our "good-byes". Thursday morning, we pointed the van East and headed into the desert. By early evening, we had crossed over into Arizona. This prompted cheers from the girls and I simply had to get out of the car and do the "I can't believe I'm actually leaving California and going to Tennessee" Victory Dance.

I don't recommend that you try this unless traffic is light and you absolutely cannot contain yourself.
We spent the night in Lake Havasu and enjoyed a rousing chorus of "London Bridges Falling Down" while we drove over the London Bridge. (Did you know there are actually about 7 verses to this song? And if you are a three year old all of them contain the word "poopie".)

As some of you know who read my earlier post, I have been knitting my daughter a sweater to match her doll's sweater. I finished the shoulders in San Diego and am working on the sleeves as we travel through the desert. I wanted my daughter to show progress on the sweater at each of the sites we encounter.

Here she is at noon in front of a fountain in Lake Havasu with the London Bridge in the background. Just one and 1/4 sleeves left to go.
And look where we ended up this evening just before sunset. Doesn't this just take your breath away?

What a Grand Canyon it is and what an amazing country we live in. My moments of awe were interrupted by trying to explain to my six year old the wonders of our Maker and trying to keep my three year old from meeting hers. I did however find a moment to snap my model in her sweater.

One sleeve complete and 1/2 to go.

The last space of my blog posts on this trip, I will reserve for nuggets from my husband's vast resources of knowledge, wit and boredom. This is a direct quote from today after he saw what he thought were buzzards circling in the desert: "There was a midget that died in the desert. Noone knew it until they saw the hummingbird circling overhead."

MORE TO COME...

Happily Homeless

noreply@blogger.com (ThriftyKnitter) — Fri, 16 Apr 2010 16:15:00 +0000

It's been five years almost to the day that we moved to Southern California to live in my Mother In Law's home and to help care for her. I have to say I was not too happy about the prospect of leaving everything I knew in South Florida, including most of my family, and moving clear across the country where I knew noone. Our first little girl was recently adopted and not yet two years old. (In this picture taken April 8, 2005, the day we arrived, I am holding my step-grandson who's parents moved out a few months prior.) We moved into a home that hadn't been cleaned in over 10 years and every room had been used to store mountains of "junk". It took nearly two months just to clean it out and get it liveable and then we moved my husband's mother home from assisted living. To say she was difficult to live with is an understatement. My husband and I put her back into assisted living and cared for her from there. She passed away after we had been here nearly two years. Within 6 months, we had her house on the market and were planning on pursuing our dream of moving to TN and owning some property. Unfortunately for us, we put the house on the market just as the market took a dive. And there we sat for two and a half years without a serious bite. Something very interesting happened the week she died, though. That was the week I taught myself to knit. What makes it so interesting is that my Mother In Law was an avid knitter in her day and lamented to the very end that she could no longer use her hands to knit. Not being a knitter then, I didn't understand. Now being myself an avid knitter, I have the greatest sympathy for her. But at that point is where my life in CA really began. I got a plot at the local community garden where I was able to take up vegetable gardening again. My knitting took off and I began delving into felting and then spinning. We got relicensed as foster parents and took in a newborn who would eventually become our second daughter. I taught myself to bake bread and started grinding my own grains. I discovered Waldorf and adopted it's wonderful rythms in my home. Because of my daughter's severe speech delays, I began studying American Sign Language and laid the foundation to someday pursue my Interpreter's License. I began teaching knitting and crochet and needle felting and sewing and spinning and created a beautiful community of crafting women who surrounded me with motivation and encouragement. But most of all, I opened my heart to some of the most wonderful friends a person could have. Friends who shared my interests and beliefs and abilities and lifestyle. Friendships I will carry with me for a lifetime. My life in California that started out so bleak, has become so rich. And although I leave a large part of me behind, I am looking forward to the next adventure God has in store for us in Tennessee. The house is sold and empty but my heart is full. Tomorrow, I will share the first of leg of our journey to find our new home. (Last picture taken the day we left, April 11, 2010)

My Very Own "Polly" Pocket

noreply@blogger.com (ThriftyKnitter) — Thu, 01 Apr 2010 18:59:00 +0000

Oooh! I'm a bit giddy and just a little woosy with excited! I placed my order today for a brand new Pocket Wheel These wheels weigh all of 6 pounds!!! They actually will fit into a tote bag. No, no, get this, they are so small, you can even spin in your car!!! (I suggest you have someone else drive.)
These wheel were originally made by their designer Doug Dodd but for some reason, he ceased making them about a year ago. They were nearly impossible to get your hands on until now! Jon McCoy is now making these wheels, each one by hand and as of today, he has begun taking orders! No foolin' Wait time for your handmade wheel is approx. 3-4 months but, Oh, it will be worth the wait. I will at last be able to throw my wheel in a bag and take it with me to spin anywhere. This does not diminish in any way, the love I have for my Majacraft Suzie Pro but I have to admit she's feeling a bit heavy these days at 14+ pounds. And my Suzie is made of that luscious and soft New Zealand remu wood which easily dents with the slighest knock so my tender little Suzie is best left at home where she can be pampered.
So as I'm packing, I will be dreaming of my wee Polly coming to life in the hands of Mr. McCoy and when we are settled down in our new homestead in Tennessee, I will await her arrival with all the
anticipation she deserves.

What Am I Crazy?

noreply@blogger.com (ThriftyKnitter) — Tue, 30 Mar 2010 19:53:00 +0000

I’m up to my little ears in boxes and I get a call out of the blue from a very sweet mom whose daughter attends a local Waldorf preschool. She had been referred to me by a mutual friend who thought I might be able to help her. It seems her daughter’s birthday is approaching and she wants a princess outfit made for her daughter’s Waldorf doll. Did I hesitate? Of course not! Hence, the crazy part. If you’re going to allow something to sideline your packing, creating a beautiful dress for a lovely doll to be gifted to a sweet birthday girl is as good as anything. My only regret is that I didn’t have more time to devote to designing and creating. I went with simple for time’s sake but she’s a beauty nonetheless.

Complete with crown/train and knitted slippers.

And modeling the gown is Her Royal Highness, Princess Sarah.

LET THE BALL BEGIN!

I Brake For Knitting

noreply@blogger.com (ThriftyKnitter) — Mon, 29 Mar 2010 21:03:00 +0000

Well, I tried, but I couldn't do it. I not only could not stay away from my blog but I could not stay away from my crafts. I had dropped everything to pack because I had heard we were going to be closing this week. But after a solid week of packing, I couldn't take it anymore. I admit it, I'm addicted. I simply have to make things. I was packing up my unfinished projects and came across a sweater I started a few weeks back for my 6 yo. to match her doll's sweater.

The doll sweater pattern is from Waldorf Mama but I wanted my daughter to match her doll and couldn't find a similar child's sweater pattern. They say "necessity is the mother of invention" so I invented one. I only had a few inches done when I started thinking ahead to how I would do the neck and the sleeves and the button holes and well, I got a little nervous and set it down. Fast forward a few weeks to packing and as I came across this sweater, I thought, "Oh no, I bought this yarn locally. It's not available anywhere else. What if I run out once I move and can't finish the sweater." (See there's always an excuse why you simpley HAVE to knit.) So every night, after packing all day, I'd fall into bed and pick up the sweater. Not only did the tension of the day simply drain away, but something else happened. My fear of this sweater turned into excitement. Suddenly, I just had to knit a little more, I had to try waist shaping with decreases and increases and designing this sweater became fun.

So here's where I am so far and It looks as if I'll have plenty of yarn. But, hey, you never know so, by golly, I had better keep knitting.

It looks now like closing will be next week although noone has told us for sure so I just might have time to finish this little beauty.

A-A-A-A-A-CHOO!!!!!!

noreply@blogger.com (ThriftyKnitter) — Tue, 23 Mar 2010 02:10:00 +0000

So I've just been a little side-tracked lately. Word came late Friday that the house is officially sold and we are moving. Although we haven't been given an official closing date, rumor has it, that it will be at the end of the month. Yes, THIS month. So Saturday morning, I dropped everything and started packing. In order to have even a remote chance of getting everything packed by the end of the month, I figure I need to pack one room a day. Possible? We'll see! There are two things I've discovered while packing. Number One: Weeding out and putting things in boxes, does not suffice for crafting. I'm going bonkers that my husband's vest is sitting there in the basket and I can't knit on it or that my spinning wheel is sitting there and I can't spin on it. I did get to go through some UFO's (UnFinished Objects) I found in the back of the closet and decide which I am taking in the car on our cross-country move. That fed my soul just a little. and Number Two: HOLY BLAZES MY HOUSE IS DUSTY!!!!! By the end of day one, my throat was raw from sneezing my brains out and by the end of day two, I could barely talk. I had no idea I would have such a bad reaction to dust. So today, dear hubby ran to the hardware store and got me a dust mask. It seems to be working.
Needless to say, for the next while there will be no Monday Night Feasts or Spinning Days or W I P Wednesdays but I will keep you posted on my progress from time to time and if I can fit in even a few minutes of crafting, you'll know about it.
For our 18th anniversary yesterday, my husband ordered me my very first laptop!! I"m so excited! So now I can document our trip from California to Tennessee and take all of you along with us. In case you were wondering, we are heading to a little town outside of Nashville called Leipers Fork. Check out our new neighborhood and let me know what you think!
Back to packing!

Vera Bradley - Eat Your Heart Out

noreply@blogger.com (ThriftyKnitter) — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 19:22:00 +0000

My daughter and I were in a gift shop the other day and she was getting all dreamy over the Vera Bradley corner. I just whispered in her ear, "Mommy can make you one of those and even better!". Ooh I love a challenge! I remembered I had some leftover fabric from a tea cozy I had made a freind a few years back.

(I am NOT the one wearing the tea cozy!)

And I thought it would make a lovely purse for Angelina.

So while the Viking was still here, I embroidered her initials on a piece of the fabric, grabbed a matching zipper at the fabric store and yesterday put it all together.

It even has a little pocket inside. She is very pleased! I think she slept with it last night. Of course, when my 3 year old saw it, she wanted one. And since I had just enough fabric left over,

She got hers too.

And yes, she too is VERY pleased.

For any of you thinking of gifting a purse to anyone, handmade or otherwise, take my Swedish gransmother's advice and give good luck with your gift by putting money in the pocket of the purse.

W I P Wednesday - Voluminous Vest!!

noreply@blogger.com (ThriftyKnitter) — Thu, 18 Mar 2010 01:35:00 +0000

I am so glad to report that with very little effort this week, I was able to finish my dear mother's birthday socks. Why they're only seven months late and winter's over but oh aren't they lovely to look at?

Now to wrap them up and get them in the mail. Oh I hope they fit!

This has really been so good for me, these W I P Wednesdays. I really feel like I'm making progress in my pile of UFOs. Why if I can complete one project a week, I'll be free of them in no time. I can actually justify casting on for something new. So here's what I'm anxious to get off my plate this week.

VEST FOR DAD from the Summer 2008 issue of Living Crafts Magazine.

I purchased the yarn, which is Brown Sheep Lanaloft, at a deep discount because the color was royal blue and so not right for my man. So I decided to over-dye it navy blue. Easy right? Wrong! I used a dye I was unfamiliar with and was very unhappy with the results. After two attempts, I gave up and settled for a mottled dark blue yarn. It actually looks rather interesting, sort of a kettle-dyed effect. This pattern has a bit of patterning across the chest which I do not like so I am ripping it out and doing a garter stitch not unlike the Cobblestone Pullover.

It is knit in the round from the bottom up and I have completed up to the underarms on the front and nearly to the neck in the back.
I have to confess my tardiness yet again. I wrapped up this yarn along with the magazine and gave it to my husband for his last birthday...uh, his last birthday was in May. Now let me just tell you two things about this project. Number 1: The yarn is DARK! You cannot knit this in low light or at night. This really puts a damper on your knitting times and locations. How can you possibly make progress when you can only knit when most people would be seeking out heavy shade? Now if that reason didn't sway you to feel just a little sympathetic to my belatedness, here's reason Number 2: My husband is an EXTRA LARGE! Now he's not fat, mind you, he's just a big man. Little did I realize when I began this project, what knitting an EXTRA LARGE garment really meant. I should have gotten a clue when for his previous birthday gift, I wrapped up some sock yarn and promised him socks for his birthday present. Did I mention he is a large man? Did you know large men have large feet? Did I mention the yarn was dark brown? He did end up with those in his Christmas stocking, though. (Do you see a pattern here?) It's obvious I did not learn my lesson with the socks but I can assure you that the vest has cured me. I will only be knitting for my EXTRA LARGE husband in pastels from now on.

And let me throw out a word of caution to those knitters out there who find themselves currently unattached.
When considering a life mate, think small to medium. If you must choose extra large, which my husband reminded me is awfully nice to have around in a dark alley, then may I suggest as part of your vows, you state that you will not be knitting anything but hats and scarves for your man "as long as you so shall knit". (In case you're wondering, I became a knitter post vows and my man looks like a goober in hats and scarves.).

Consider this fair warning!

Spinning Day - Beauty And The Beast

noreply@blogger.com (ThriftyKnitter) — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 22:22:00 +0000

Another Spinning Day and what loveliness to behold! The indescribably soft hand-dyed superfine merino/silk has been plyed and washed...

And would like to introduce itself: 630 Yards of Amazing Laceweight to be knit into a small shawl of a yet to be determined pattern.
Until the perfect pattern can be found for this beauty, work has begun on the big silver beast.

I won ths in a raffle at my local spinning guild a few months ago. You think this is alot, it came with the same amount of brown fiber as well. Remembe what your mother always said, "You get what you pay for." This is a huge pile of rough ugliness if you ask me and it appears to have been very roughly carded and dizzed into near pencil strips of batting. This is nearly impossible to draft and has a small amount of vegetable matter to boot. But sometimes you have to kiss a frog to get a...well I'll be happy to get Poindexter. (Ok, apparently you all are too young to remember the Mystery Date game. I'll have you know my sister and I played this game so much that the little tabs on the door wore out and we always got the dud.)

I wanted to get a rough single from this beast so I am doing a modified long draw and it appears to be working. As you can see, I have a long way to go. My intended project for this yarn is the Hong Kong Garden Faux Fair Isle Raglan from the Spin To Knit book by Shannan Okey. I flipped through a friend's copy of this book a month ago and fell in love with this sweater. I looked everywhere for a picture to post for all to see but alas there is not one on the internet. I still have to purchase the book but as you can see by my pile of ugliness that I have a while yet before I'll need it.

I'll keep you all posted. And in the mean time, leave no doors unopended (and no raffle prize unclaimed) because you never know when you will..."Open the door for your Mystery Date"

Monday Night Family Feast - 17 Years And Worth The Wait

noreply@blogger.com (ThriftyKnitter) — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 03:59:00 +0000

So how many weeks in a row do you have to do something to make it a tradition? I suppose more than two but you have to start somewhere right? I find that when the weekend comes, my mind starts to wonder about what feast I will prepare come Monday. Tonight, it was one I hadn't made for 17 years. My husband and I are coming up on our 18th wedding anniversary (March 21) and I can remember way back when we were first married, I was obsessed with herbs. The first thing I did in our rental home was plant an immense and intricate herb garden. I then proceeded to research recipes for things to make with my herbs. I made herbed butters and herb infused oils and herbal teas. It was so much fun. One of the recipes I made for my husband then was Herb Crust Pizza. I decided tonight would be the night to resurrect it.

So the menu?...

Herb Crust Pizza

Home Grown Spinach Salad fresh from the garden

Homemade Rusty Pelican Honey Mustard Dressing

and for desert...Fresh Peach Sorbet

This was so delicious and even my husband, who really isn't a pizza fan, was blown away.

While the dough was rising we loaded up the wagon and went to the store to buy the cheese.

The pizzas are topped and ready to go in.

YUM!

And here are the recipes:

Herb Crust Pizza

(Makes two 10 inch pizzas)

1 tsp active dry yeast

1/2 tsp sugar (I used honey)

1 C warm water

3 tbsp Herb-Infused Oil (I used basil oil)

3 1/2 C All-Purpose Flour (I used unbleached white flour)

1 1/2 tsp salt

3 tbsp mixed chopped fresh herbs, such as rosemary, thyme, oregano, and marjoram

20 fresh basil leaves

1/4 lb. fresh mozzarella, chunked

1/4 lb. fontina, chunked

1/2 pint each red and yellow pear tomatoes, cut in half (I used red grape tomatoes cut in half, sliced mushrooms, small yellow sweet peppers, and sliced red onion)

Freshly ground pepper (did not use)

Red Pepper flakes (optional) (did not use)

1. In a mixing bowl, stir yeast and sugar into the water. Let stand until creamy and foamy, about 5 minutes. Stir in oil.

2. Mix together 3 cups of the flour, the salt, and the chopped herbs. Add half of the mixture to the yeast; mix until smooth. Slowly add remaining flour mixture. Add more flour as needed so that dough isn't sticky.

3. Using dough hook, knead dough on medium speed for 3 to 4 minutes, until smooth and elastic. Finish kneading by hand on a lightly floured surface.

4. Place dough in a lightly oiled bowl, cover with plastic wrap, and put in a warm place to rise until doubled in bulk, 1 to 1 1/2 hours.

5. Heat oven to 425. Turn dough onto lightly floured board and knead briefly. Divide into 2 pieces and form each into a ball. Cover and set one ball aside. Let first ball rest for 5 minutes; stretch into a 1/4 inch thick circle with your hands. Place on a wooden peel that has been dusted with flour. Brush dough with additional oil, and let rise for 30 minutes more.

6. Arrange 6 basil leaves on dough and top with half the cheeses, tomatoes, and peppers. Slide onto hot baking stone or baking pan and bake for 15 to 20 minutes, or until crust is brown and cheese is bubbling. Serve immediately, garnished with 4 shredded basil leaves and drizzled with olive oil. Repeat entire procedure with remaining dough.

Anyone remember the Rusty Pelican restaurant? It was all the rage when I was young growing up in South Florida and as far as I know, they invented honey mustard dressing. It was practically the only reason we went there (well, that and the onion straws and the desert that came in little edible chocolate cups.)

Rusty Pelican Honey Mustard Dressing

5 oz. mayonnaise

1/4 C vegetable oil

1/4 C honey

2 tbsp prepared mustard

2 tbsp chopped parsley

Juice of 1/2 lemon

1/4 tsp salt

MSG (yeah right! I DID NOT use this)

Blend all ingredients in order listed. Can be kept in refrigerator up to 7 days in a glass container.

Happy Feasting!

Saturday Morning Pancakes

noreply@blogger.com (ThriftyKnitter) — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 19:36:00 +0000

Mmmm, don't ya just love 'em? My kids sure do so we make these a couple of times a week and always on Saturday morning. With homeground wheat they are wonderful!

This is the book I use for alot of my homeground recipes and the source for the pancake recipe. I believe this book is only available on the Bread Beckers website. This is a homeschool family who started their own bread products business in their home.

The kids love to help with the pancakes and they always beg me to make shaped pancakes.

Just put non-stick spray on metal cookie cutters, flip and remove shape.

And here's the recipe...

Note the change for waffles.

Enjoy YOUR Saturday morning!!!

I Warned You That I Was A "Natural" Crafter

noreply@blogger.com (ThriftyKnitter) — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 02:19:00 +0000

So what would you do if you were at your local community garden plot, which has been over-run with wild rabbits as of late (and we all know what rabbits will do to a garden) and you find that a coyote or some such critter has decided to make his dinner out of one of them and leave the remains in your garden, Now I'm an animal lover as much as the rest of you. I'm a vegetarian, for goodness sake. In fact, to prove to what lengths I would go, I rescued a baby rabbit half the size of my hand and took it home and kept it safe until it was big enough to release (ok, I did NOT release it back in my garden) even though it's parents and siblings had been desimating my produce. I just couldn't stand the thought of this little thing being eaten by a coyote. But, forgive me, I digress. So what do you think you would do if you found that a coyote had eaten cottontail cuisine in your plot, leaving only a few tufts of fur and a foot? Well if you're a crafter like me...YOU MAKE SOMETHING!!!
Here's where I'm going to alientate half my readers and endear the other half but here goes.

I soaked the rabbit's foot in bleach water and then dehydrated it in my Excalibur dehydrator (No, there was not any food in it at the time!) Then I glued a piece of wool felt around the leg end and wrapped it with a rubber band until dry.

Attach a key ring and VOILA!

Instant GOOD LUCK! (Well not for the rabbit)
O Come on, You know you all want one!

TA DA!!

noreply@blogger.com (ThriftyKnitter) — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 07:38:00 +0000

Sometimes in life, you just have to crow!!

W I P Wednesday, I needed to complete my daughter's knitted pants.

TA DA!! (btw, this pattern was published in the premier issue of Living Crafts Magazine)

Next I needed to turn the heel on my mother's birthday sock.

TA DA!! (I even picked up the gusset and am starting on the decreases.)

Finally, I needed to sew the fabric backing onto my friend's story blanket.

TA DA!!!

Yesterday was a good day!

As for today...

(Oooh! Don't you just love mushrooms!)

Two pairs of Waldorf Doll Jammies

And a pair of wool pants to go wth both tops.

And then, a quick trip to the thrift store...

And look at the rainbow of wool sweaters I picked up. Oh the things I can make with these!!

And to that I say...TA DA!!!!