Friday, August 31, 2012

Farmer's Market

While we were staying in Port Townsend we stopped by the local Farmer's Market.  What a wonderful place to practice using a new camera!!  It was a wonderful day, full of good food, music, sunshine, and flowers.  I highly recommend a visit. 

We don't always get a chance to 'getaway' very often, as you might imagine with our bunch of kids.  But luckily, there are so many wonderful places to visit, just a short drive away.

Yummy Local Bread
I had a wonderful lunch there at the Farmer's Market.  Thin crust Italian-style pizza straight out of a wood-fired oven.  Yummy. 

Eric is getting chatty about beekeeping

Port Townsend's Local cheese


Sweet peas in tin cans and mason jars

Salad greens wih edible flowers

I think this stuff grows wild around here


I didn't know how to 'narrow down' the photos!  Hope it's not too many.

Hungry yet??

I'm getting closer on my shawl, but it's proving to be a lot more difficult than I thought it would be.  Only 7 more rows to go!  I think I can, I think I can...........

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Port Townsend Anniversary Trip and Shawl Difficulties

Port Townsend Trip

My husband and I celebrated 16 years of marraige by taking a trip to Port Townsend together.  We love this place!  Good architecture and good food and lots of knitting stores for me (they have 4 or 5 within a 15 mile radius).  Not to mention the art galleries, and the street musicians (not always a plus.)

The Bazaar Girls Yarn Store
Amazing views from the hill in the uptown

So nice to spend some precious time together with my man.  Plus I made great progress on my current knitting project:  The perpetua shawl

On the Needles........The Perpetua Shawl

During my lovely trip this shawl was getting to be a peice of cake to knit.  Shawl knitting and I go way back, so this was making me feel pretty good.

Alas, those feelings were pretty pre-mature!  I've spent all week trying to figure out one silly row on the chart, almost in tears over the whole thing.  I'm great at lace knitting with instructions, "K1, YO, K2, etc", but reading those coded charts is another matter.  I found a group on Ravelry knitting the same shawl and they tried helping me out, but no one could figure it out either. 

After picking, and counting, and re-counting, and starting at the little squares on my chart, turns out that I read one of those teeny tiny symbols upside down!!!  Rats!  But problem-solved (mostly) and I'm back on the way to finishing. 

It's a lovely hand-painted yarn that is really soft, can't wait to finish - and I could use a lace shawl success story, assuming I am able to finish.

The dental floss is called a 'LifeLine'  Meaning, if I make a mistake, I have at least ONE good spot I can rip back to........

I think my favorite part of the trip was the Saturday Farmer's Market.  Pics to come!

Monday, August 27, 2012

For Twins: The Tree of Life Afghan

An Excuse to do some Cable-Knitting

Oh those babies.  I think I have a sickness.  I can never, ever, get enough of babies.  Not everyone's a baby person, and that's ok.  I know I'm not alone in my diseased-state, for I have spoken with many of you that share this baby-obsession, and we know who we are :)

Recently I was able to visit a good friend and see her newborn twins. I've always wondered what it would be like to have twins. Twins are fascinating creatures, and much as I feel confident holding a newborn (I've had 5 of them!) holding TWO newborns at once was a little disconcerting at first. 


Of course, twins are the perfect excuse to feed my baby knitting mania!  I wanted to make a blanket for them (and about 100 other things).  Come to think of it, should have been two blankets, but one had to do.
I decided on this one, called the Tree of Life Baby Afghan.  Two trees twining together, inseperable.  Trees are symbolic on so many levels, and in so many cultures.  This is a pattern that involves cable-knitting, where your work crosses over itself to create braids or twists.  It's actually very simple to do, but very impressive, and lends itself to some amazing fiber-design possibilites.   

What fun it was to make! 
 Coming Soon:  A lace shawl, a painted furniture project, and a trip to Port Townsend. 

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Girls in White Dresses

These are a few of my favorite things....

Thank goodness for a big sister to lead the way...

Little girls in white dresses

With the help of a brand new camera!!

Life is good today.   I am in heaven. :)

Friday, August 3, 2012

The Old White House of My ChildHood

From Julia at Hooked on Houses

When I was 7 years old we moved into an old white house in a desert town.  Everyone in my family was busy with the move.  I entered the house for the very first time all alone, and gave myself a tour.  I explored and wandered, curious as any kid would be.  I walked up the old wooden staircase, peeked into the eaves, and then into the topmost attic bedroom. 

My vintage-inspired bedroom

When I entered that room, I was overcome with emotions I couldn't describe.  It was a beautiful room, full of old-fashioned charm, that even in my young years I could recognize.  There was a large queen bed, with a white chenille bedspread.  Old lovely floral wallpaper caressed all of the attic angles in the room.  Large windows streamed in beautiful light, and the room overlooked the front of the house and the sidewalk below.  I felt like a princess in a tower!  There was a pretty oval gilded mirror on the wall.  There were all these odd-shaped closets built-in to the walls, with hiding places galore.  And the carpet, I will never forget:  it was a beautiful burgundy color, with ROSES printed all over it.

A cat was curled up in a comfy spot on the bed.  It gave me a meow, and moved off as soon as it saw me, looking at me as if to say, " you're turn". 

So I took the hint. 

I was in heaven, and I climbed into the big bed, and took a nap.  I had found a quiet place, in the middle of a trying time for our family, a place of refuge, that would later become my very own bedroom.  It was a defining moment for me. 

So much of what we did to fix up that house would become important to me later on in my life, and form a basis for my 'style'.  We made that house 'our own' by painting everthing a beautiful, bright, white.  Watching my mom and my sister paint the walls and the kitchen cabinets took on a kind of spiritual essence for me.  White seemed to make everything cleaner, brighter, lighter, and renewed.  It was the beginning of my lifelong love for white walls, white painted furniture, white kitchens, white glass, and white houses. 

I love to decorate!  I love the process of composing a room, and it fascinates me.  But in the end, how a room LOOKS is a whole lot less important to me than how a room FEELS

When it comes to decorating, there's lots of advice out there.  Design principles change less over the years, but decorating trends tend to come and go.  What looks good on a magazine page might look drastically different in your own space!!  Stores and shops overflow with lots of cute accessories that don't always end up being functional or liveable in a home.

Real life home decor is something more.  It's about creating a feeling in your home. 

I have been passionate about home decorating almost my entire life, but the homes I've felt the most comfortable in aren't always the most beautiful or the most decorated!

The homes I remember with fondness are the ones where I felt special. They wouldn't make the cover of a magazine, but I can hardly think of them without tears.  Places where I was loved, places where I was safe, places where I could dream, and places where I could where I could truly be a kid. 

In the end, I  want home to be a place where those I love can come and feel comfortable and appreciated for who they are.  To feel the way that I did on that sunny day long ago, when I walked in that beautiful room and felt peace and comfort flood me!  Welcome Home.