Monthly Archives: March 2009

Where I’ve Been


On occasion while reading one of the many blogs that I frequent I have come across a post which includes apologies for the author’s recent absence. It is my ‘stock’ comment to this post that ‘this space belongs to you and you don’t need to apologize for anything you do here, including disappearing for a time’. In truth I know that the apology comes from a good place. A place of comittment. But I do believe that once our personal blogs become a burden they lose their primary function.


No apology here for my recent disappearance. Just a few explanations.

First. We are worried around here about my husband’s job. (Who isn’t worried about their job right now?) So many of my free moments have been spent designing and compiling a web portfolio for him. Getting fifteen years of architect-ing into digital format and up on the web is no small feat. But it’s (mostly) done and hopefully he won’t need to use it.


Complete breakdown of the craft machine.

This is an almost finished quilt.

I quilted it and bound it three-quarters of the way and ran into a problem. The binding isn’t attached to the quilt top in one tiny spot and the miter seam is coming apart. I really can’t see any way to fix it short of taking the binding off all together. I’ve already unquilted it once.


I finished and quilted this one but don’t feel like binding it.


I mostly finished piecing this one but am not sure I like it and have lost my umph to see it through.


I’m afraid to say it friends, but I think I may have lost my mojo.

On the finishing front though, I can report that I have completed a web design project for a really interesting documentary series currently in casting (by my amazing brother). The producers seem pleased with my work and are talking about hiring me for future projects.

And in other news, that unnamed college that I applied to back in February—they accepted me. Thank you to everyone who has encouraged me through this process. If I decide (figure out a way) to enroll, I’ll need more of where that came from!

Also, thank you to my friends who asked where I was last week. It’s nice to be missed.

Close to Home :: Croton Gorge

Having a toddler (again) has changed my life in infinite ways.

No earth-shattering discovery there.

BQ (before Quinn) Jake was in school (remember, they are over nine years apart) and my days were spent contemplating why I wasn’t more productive. Now, productivity is measured in new words, diapers and other daily firsts. I am hugely productive.

I think I’ve alluded before to the fact that I don’t love living where we do. Please don’t misunderstand. I love our imperfect house and the community in our little town. I love my neighbors and the school that The Elder Child attends. I love being near my parents and I love the proximity to my home town. But the list of what I don’t love is lengthy as well. Still, we remain. (More on that another time.)

Because of The Toddler (wasn’t he just The Baby five minutes ago?) I’ve been compiling a list of places close to home worthy of short outings. The criteria: must be able to drive (or walk) there and back before afternoon nap; must be safe for a toddler to run around; must be free. That’s it. I’ve been adding to the list all winter long and waiting (less than patiently I might add) for the snow to melt and the mud to (mostly) dry before we began visiting them. The list is impressively long and I’ll tell you – it’s adding to the things I like about living here.

Yesterday we started checking places off the list with a trip to nearby Croton Gorge Park.

A mere fifteen minutes from home. We were able to drive there run around and explore and drive back all before lunch.

We visited the part of the park below the dam. We’ll save the upper part for another outing.

The Croton Watershed supplies much of New York City’s water and it’s epic. The water flows violently here all year long but in the spring especially it’s force is impressive.

It’s thunderously loud and smells like earth. We stood close to the base and felt the spray on our faces.

As awed as I was by the sights, nothing compared to watching Quinn take it all in.

Finished Object :: A Cardigan for Quinn

My knitting output has slowed considerably in recent months. Luckily I was smart about this project when I started it and despite a few extended lapses it turned out big enough for my giganti-baby.

He refuses to stand still long enough however to be photographed in it properly!

The yarn is frogged from an unfinished sweater for Jake. It was a project that sat in my knitting bag for long enough that it wouldn’t fit him if I finished it anyway. So I unwound and started over. Four years later. It’s a multi-ply washable merino (my most favorite fiber of all) and the pattern is modified from Ann Budd’s Handy Book of Sweater Patterns. It’s been my experience that this book, in combination with a good stitch dictionary are all you’ll ever need if you want to knit sweaters. I think it’s going to be my go-to for a spring jacket.

Thank you for not making me feel stupid about my admission that I never knew how to use a seam ripper before. It would seem that I was in good company! (Thank you also for not judging me because of my use of coarse language.)

For those of you who are still unsure about the seam ripping, let me try to clear it up. A typical seam ripper has a ‘lobster-claw’ design. It’s two-pronged with one prong being longer than the other and there’s a protective ball over the shorter of the prongs. If you gently pull your sewn fabrics apart and slide the seam ripper between them you will rip the seam (this is the whole idea). If you do it with the long side (the one without the ball) on top of the seam, you have to be very careful not to rip your fabric (I can show you proof if you like). If you hold it with the shorter side on top of the seam you can move much more quickly and without worry of ripping your fabric.

Live and learn I always say!