Etherknitter

NaBloPoMo the Last 2016

There is more.  Today was the Stjerne warp. And plaited twill. Oh I love this plaited twill. Remembering which treadle comes next is a bear. The hivemind (Marcia) told me how it is done. She was right. I will spare you the details. 

I suppose blogging from my iPhone is like bamboo under fingernails, and then lit on fire. So the pictures will simply appear as the dead Steve Jobs wants them to appear. You will see a pillow. And some Stjerne (above)(black on orange). And the lovely plaited twill will have to follow another day  

If you cannot figure it out from here, there is little hope for you.   Because I cannot do any better with this technology and I am DONE  so there is little hope for me, too.

 

NaBloPoMo 28 2016

Today's weaving was easy compared to yesterday's triathlon. I woke up today feeling beaten over half my body. We in medicine call it the distracting injury:  you don't know how badly you hurt elsewhere because one part takes all your attention from the other hurts. (That elsewhere should never be ignored.)

Today was labeled cheerful fabric and it was.  I banged out a meter without much difficulty. 

The pillow I made from yesterday's fabric needs a form. I will wait to post it. 

 

NaBloPoMo #27

I awoke to rime-covered trees by a mirrored river.

And then there was frenetic weaving.

NaBloPoMo #26 2016

How does it know?  How can it tell?  My Thanksgiving cactus bloomed on Thanksgiving. 

And yes, wifi is weird you get a sideways iPhone picture no matter how I edit it and that is that. 

NaBloPoMo #24 2016

Early winter was heralded by the arrival of the juncos, kindred spirits who also  like it cold.  The landscape grows stark, sere.

 

NaBloPoMo #23 2016

Happy Thanksgiving to all, and to all a Good Night!

NaBloPoMo #22 2016

The consolidation of food is underway.  Not all the Wednesday tasks have been done.  

The turkey is inflated.  (The year I tried to give it a rest, there were complaints.)

No wine has been selected.  There is still knitting all over the family room.  Somehow, it will all come together.

One of the food magazines noted that people are not coming to my house for the meal of a lifetime.  They are coming to spend time together, and with us.  

I think I have that part covered.

Wine will help, though.

 

NaBloPoMo #21 2016

The refrigerator can take no more. The shelves are bulging with raw materials.  Somehow, there will be alchemy in the next 42 hours, and Thanksgiving dinner will rise anew.

It is, indeed, a miracle.  I was moved to tears over the weekend by apples.  I stood in front of the display at the farmstand.  The apples were delicious.  The bounty was unspeakable.  The idea that I could have them was overwhelming.  And so I cried.  

The shopping, the spreadsheet, the cranberry sauce, the planning, they are all done.  The leaves are blown.  Mostly.  

I cannot wait to bring people to my house and to my arms.

NaBloPoMo #20 2016

And so the clean-up for Thanksgiving continues:  outside by the howling wind, and inside by the howling wife.

The wolves of Winter heard my doubts.  The first snow event appeared.  The first black ice claimed its commuter victims.  (Not us.)  It is early winter.

NaBloPoMo #19 2016

Sitting in front of a screen and a keyboard, trying to focus on random.

-Typepad has done strange things with formatting numbered lists.  So screw that.
-I can't figure out how to make it auto-advance only one line instead of two.  I hate having to press shift-enter.
-Next year, this NaBloPoMo thing will only happen every other day.  And I will call it a success.
-I cut the warp off the loom, and won't be able to put a new one on for at least two weeks.  
-Thanksgiving plans are in full cry.  The recipes are selected, 1/2 the shopping is done.
-Selecting wines for the day is not easy.  I punt and hope for the best, figuring the day is not about the wine.
-No one will let me stop making the Three Nut Cranberry tart.  Thank goodness for that.
-The entire day will be devoted to cheating on the eating plan.
-I have lost a stable 10 pounds, and have maintained it with minimal jiggering.
-Post Thanksgiving, there will be jiggering.  And probably the day after, too.
-Mr. E and I had the usual discussion:  late fall or early winter?
-There needed to be a winter precipitation event before it became early winter, until we went out this afternoon and froze.
-It is early winter.