Purls and Lace

Just some thoughts on my day, my knitting, and life in general

1/365 GIST (Grace in Small Things)

Reconnecting with old friends
my family
having a job in this economy
bubblegum
anything pink

Thursday Thirteen, Thoughts on Thursday, Whatever, It's Thursday!

I like Thursdays. I always have. It's the day before Friday, which is the last workday of the week. It's the day before payday. It's way past Monday. There are just alot of good reasons to like Thursdays! So, because I've been a good girl, and worked way more than my normal hours so far this week, I am taking today comp time! Another great reason to like Thursday! So, here I sit, on my day off, at 6:28 in the morning! WTF?! I'm wide awake! I could be sleeping in, but no, I'm wide awake.

So what am I going to do with my Thursday. I always have these plans in my head for the things I want to accomplish on the weekends, or my days off. Somehow they never really do work out, and then I get upset cuz I didn't accomplish what I wanted to do. For example, for the last two years, painting the hall bathroom has been on my "accomplish" list. You know, it's still that light blue it was two years ago. Never do manage to get that one done. So, today, I'm not making an accomplish list. I would like to get some weaving done, and maybe make a cake, but if I lay around all day doing nothing that's okay. I think I can live with it. So have a happy Thursday everyone!

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A Tea Cozy, my kingdom for a Tea Cozy

I want to make a tea cozy for my mother-in-law. And I've searched and searched for a simple pretty tea cozy, but haven't been able to find one that I think she would really like. There are so many out there, but I'm none of them are really jumping out at me. I've search Ravelry, Knitting Pattern Central, and almost every page that Google came up with, and I still can't seem to find one I like. In the process, I've found a lot of patterns for sale which are just copies of older patterns. So, that brings the question, is it legal to sell something that is now in public domain? Or moral? If I had a pattern that was in public domain, I would offer it to anyone who wanted it. Am I that greedy that I sell a scanned copy of a public domain pattern for 8 or 9 dollars? Just doesn't seem right to me. So, I keep looking.

It's been a long day, started a conference call at 6:00 this morning, it ended at 1:30 this afternoon. And then I get to actually do my job after that! Yeah! Oh, and I get to do this all over again tomorrow! Good thing I really do like my job!

Again, this is another short post, but hey, it's a post!

Day Two of NaBloPoMo!

And I've already screwed up!!! I forgot to post yesterday. Kept meaning to but forgot. Oh, well, upward and onward...

I just got some news from my son, who is in the Navy. It looks like he will not be finishing PMT school, so he will be going to Fleet Marine Training for Hospital Corpsmen. I think I knew this was coming, but I hoped he would like PMT school. I'm afraid that the next step after that is deployment with the Marines. Not a happy Momma, but this is his life, and his decision to make.

I finished the first scarf, with BriarRose Grace, with my Knitter's Loom, and am very pleased with the results. Pictures to come later. I have already warped the loom and started a new scarf! I'm making it out of Rowan Tapestry, and hindsight being 20/20, I won't be using this yarn again to weave with. It is just to fuzzy and sticks to itself, and it's taking much longer to weave because of this. But it is turning out very pretty. I already have plans for the third scarf... On a weaving frenzy!

I'm not sure this NaBloPoMo is a good thing or a bad thing. I've rushed to get this posted before the end of the day, and because of that, I haven't taken the time to really think out my post. So, it's short, with no pictures. But I'm going to hang in there (it's only been two days!) and see how it all works out. Later days, kiddos!

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Been a Long time, Been Lonely, Lonely, Long Time.....

I know it's been years since I posted on this blog, and I really do want to get back into it, since there are just so many new and wonderful things I am learning to do and want to be able to share with others. And yet, there are so many ways to do it. Do I do it here, do I do it on Twitter, do I do it on Facebook, do I do it on Ravelry? Or do I just get so overwhelmed with all of my options, that I just don't do it? The last has been my option. I wish I had a program where I could just post on one spot and it automatically feed to all the other spots! I bet there is something out there that will do this, but I've yet to find it. So, let's just get started in one place, and make that one a habit. So, I will go with the blog, which really is where I started, and should continue.

Lessons learned!

I have two new "hobbies"! Like I don't really have enough to d
o, but I couldn't resist, absolutely could not resist. The first new thing is weaving! I've always wanted to learn weaving, but could not really justify the cost of a loom, and where I would put it, but with all the lovely scarves being woven out there in blog land, I broke down. I actually looked for a loom on craigslist, and found one advertised for $100. I could justify that! So, went and looked and ended up being given the loom for free! It's a 4 Harness Floor Loom.










So, it is a bit intimidating, and I really just wanted a small table loom to try it out to see if I like it, so, along comes birthday monies! Gotta love birthdays! And we now have a Knitter's Loom!













The other hobbie is quilting. I've always loved quilts so after, again, see so many beautiful quilts out it blog land, I pulled out my sewing machine, which by the way, is brand new, and been si
tting in the closet for a year! And viola! quilting!











So, that's a start!

The 4th of July

I wrote this in 2002, still applies today:

In April 1975, I lived on Clark Air Force Base, at Angeles City, Philippines. I was 19 years old. One night I received a call from the Catholic Chaplin asking that I come to the church. When I arrived there were at least 30 or 40 other people gathered in the chapel. We were told that in 20 minutes a plane from Vietnam was going to land at Clark. It's purpose was to airlift babies and children out of Vietnam. It was necessary to establish a temporary housing facility for these children on their way to the United States. Volunteers were needed to take care of these children during their stay at Clark.

We boarded buses which drove us out on the tarmac of the airfield. A large C5 was sitting on the tarmac with it's doors open. We filed off the bus and climbed up the stairs to the plane. I can't even describe the emotions going through me as I stepped into the plane, and saw what seemed like hundreds (though I know it was less) of children sitting on the floor of the plane. No seats, or anything else that I can remember just children. As we filed through the plane, we were each handed two children, and we disembarked to get back on the buses. We rode back to the base gymnasium where it had been converted. Through out the gym there were mattresses laid out, and we each were assigned a mattress. As I walked to the area assigned to me, a young airmen with two infants in his arm came up to me. He was obviously at a loss with what to do with an infant. I had two toddlers. Without even exchanging words we switched children. We stayed with the children, bathing them, washing them with Quell shampoo to de-lice them, feeding them, playing with them and sleeping with them. I don't remember, but I think we worked in 12 to 14 hour shifts. I remember going home a couple of times during the next week, to take a shower (in Quell so that I wouldn't get lice myself) and then going back to start over again. Somewhere, I have one picture of me with a little boy I took care of. If I find it I will post it.

One of the last groups of children I took care of were actually I think from Cambodia. This last group were obviously children who had been abandoned. From their clothing and attitudes it seemed obvious to me that they had been living on the streets alone. With the older children we would take them in buses to the mess hall to feed them. We would file in with our charges and sit at the tables, and other volunteers would bring trays of food to the tables. This last group I had literally pounced on the food, eating as fast as they could, stuffing the food into every pocket, in their shirts and pants, and then when they couldn't eat anymore, stuffing their little cheeks to hold for later. I remember trying to put the food back on the trays, telling them over and over that there would be more. It was obvious from the looks on their faces, and the food in their clothes and cheeks that in their lives, this had not been the case. It was months, maybe even years before I could sleep without that image in my mind.

I have lived in several interesting places in my life, and the one thing I have learned is that freedom is not a worldwide notion. Too many of us take our freedom for granted. In my mind, unlike what the constitution says freedom is not a "right", it is a privilege. It is something we must earn. We earn it every day with the lives of our soldiers who are out fighting for this privilege. You may not agree with what ever political action is going on in the world, but we still must thank every soldier who has ever gone to fight for this country and our privileges. Every soldier from those who fought in the War of Independence, the Civil War, the Spanish American War, World War I and II, the Korean War, Vietnam, the Gulf War and now the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq. Those who go out and are stationed at every base throughout the world, and every embassy throughout the world. As I celebrate the 4th of July this weekend, I will be silently thanking all of them for giving us and maintaining our freedom.

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Heredity bites me in the .......


Okay, so I know that I have a really weird strange sense of humor, and it has become more and more apparent as my children grow up that they have inherited that trait. 

This is the shopping list my oldest boy left 
me the other night....


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