Happy Thanksgiving!

I DO have squirrels racing about in the trees behind my place but none have shown up at my back door looking like this! If they did, I'd surely toss them some nuts. Are you ready for turkey day tomorrow? I did my shopping on Friday for the things I generally fix for my little feast and was thinking to skip the turkey again this year, opting instead for ham which my store always puts on sale. To my surprise, I stumbled upon an in-store special of smaller turkeys for 99 cents a pound! I snagged one of a little over 8 pounds which is perfect for me - I do love my turkey leftovers.

However, on Monday it occurred to me that, while I'd picked up some black olives that were on sale to be used in something later, I'd totally forgotten to pick up green olives, something I definitely like with my turkey. I seldom buy groceries at the Walmart that is within walking distance, but it made no sense to get out the car and drive to my usual grocery store for a single item. Besides, it was a nice day and the slightly longer walk would do me good. I was totally caught off guard to see this beautiful mural in the entryway I don't usually use.

Say what you will about Walmart (and I often do say negative things), this sounds like a wonderful program they support and this mural does indeed encapsulate the best of our immediate area.

We've had an exceptionally mild November, with all but 3 days so far clocking in above normal temps. But the air has felt nippier lately with a freeze surely soon to come, and I'd been enjoying the begonias in particular still blooming on my back deck. They were doing so well that I decided I needed to dig them up and put them in pots that I could bring inside. I have a bench under a window in my dining area where I hope they will do well. I don't remember the name of the larger plant but it is still bearing purple flowers so it came inside as well. You can see in the background that the geraniums are still blooming too but that tub is too big and heavy to move inside, even if I had room for it, and I've not had luck in the past wintering over geraniums inside. I just replace them each year.

Two more begonias ended up in my office upstairs. That copper pot had two begonias in it that were doing well last fall so got brought inside. They were doing ok until a few weeks ago when one of them just up and died. So I dug it out and replaced it with one from this year. The other one was in a small pot on the deck so was easy to bring inside. Yeah, I kind of went overboard on the begonias this year. Anyway, it's nice to have these blooms inside to enjoy and I hope they survive to go back out on the deck next spring. And I may have rescued them from winter just in time. We got our first bit of snow overnight - about an inch which is quickly melting off the lawns.

Knitting continues as does work on the 2024 Be Well zentangle series, which must have heard my disparaging remarks about the tangles so far. Because suddenly, here are four days in a row of some of my favorite tangles - what a joy to work on them.

Enjoy the holidays, be they full of family gatherings or restfully quiet. 

Back To Zentangling

Not much creative to report this week. I did start working through the zentangle Be Well series from 2024 again, and still not finding a lot of enjoyment in it. Then why are you doing it, you well may ask? Because I'm that way about something I start, be it a book or a class or whatever, soldiering on in the hopes that things will get better, that I will still get something out of it. And when I look back at what I've already done, even as recently as what I did yesterday, these triangular zentangles always look better than I remembered them. I'm still substituting colored pencil for the gel pens they keep using, going my own way when I can. Bothered that I still find I don't have a very steady hand for drawing some of the lines. Getting old, shaky at times . . .

Oddly enough, my sighing of last week over the issue with the eyelet cardigan turned to enthusiasm. Once I'd studied the pattern and the sleeves as they sit on the body of the sweater, I could see it was not me who made the mistake and could see how to reknit one sleeve properly. My excitement to get going on it, balling up another skein of yarn and casting on, definitely surprised me. But I got to thinking about my resolution word of the year - resist less - and could see I was resisting which would get me nowhere, not solve the problem. Once I stopped resisting, it was full steam ahead. Feeling good to be knitting away. Now to also get going on something in the studio, ideas aplenty.

It's Together . . .

Not as enamored with mine as I was with the shop sample

I was planning on this blog post to be a triumphant "I'm Done!" in regards to the eyelet cardigan sweater. Instead, I'm a bit irritated with a few things which I think I may have to fix, even though with errors I made along the way, I kept saying this was just for me to wear around the house so no big deal. But what I'm finding overall seem big deals that I will not be able to live with. Things that even blocking, which it desperately needs, won't fix. Where did I go wrong?

Or where did the pattern go wrong? I'd noticed along the way small discrepancies in repeat numbers and other instructions that I just did work arounds to make things fit. And the join at the back of the front panel extensions just doesn't look good. But there's something seriously wrong with the sleeves. I should have noticed when I had them side by side blocking them. Unlike the back where the eyelet sections are the same width on either side of the center panel, they should be mirror images of each other with one section being narrower than the other section. It was when pinning the sleeves on for joining that I noted that the one side's center panel was extending farther past the shoulder seam than the other, by a lot. I studied the pattern a bit and am pretty sure I did not make a mistake. But oh well, I'll sew them on anyway.

Now that I've fiddled with getting it on a hangar and taking pics, I don't think I can let that one go. After much thought, I think I will knit another sleeve, one that will be correct. Lord knows, I have plenty of leftover yarn to do that! I need to fix the seaming on one side as well. My whip stitch did not reach far enough to catch this row of knit stitches now showing on the front. This will be an easy fix as I don't think I need to take out the original whip stitches. But still, what a pain to have all this to do when I thought I was done and ready to dive into another pair of socks. I may just set it aside for a bit.

So when I ran across this meme, I had to laugh. Since I've gotten back into knitting these last 3 or 4 years, I'd say most of these apply to me. Most can apply to quilting as well!

Tamaracks behind the townhouse duplexes on my street

On a happier note,  we've had some sunny weather and a burst of gold from tamaracks, cottonwoods and aspen. They do have to fight against fronts coming through with some wind and rain, but they are doing their best to hang on and brighten my days.

My unit is on the right - I can view these from my livingroom and deck

 

This tall cottonwood is along one of my walking routes and stunning when the sun hits it. I'll be sad when these all succumb to the inevitable.

Wrapping up #INKtober

Here's the final page of sketches for #INKtober 2025. As the days left dwindled, I started dithering over which pieces of jewelry still left would be added. Because of family tradition, I had to include at least one piece of Black Hills Gold jewelry; both mom and dad lived at least part of their lives in that area of South Dakota. I'd had the ring sketched at lower center on my desk for a long time, wondering if it should be added. I know nothing about when mom got it but assumed it was a recent piece and so different from anything else she owned. It's very heavy and I'm sure that big pearl is real along with the small diamond. Surely there's a maker's mark . . .

. . . and indeed, I found one: Strell. Down the rabbit hole of internet research I went and found this out about the company:

The “Strell” hallmark is short for Strellman’s.  This company was founded in 1948 by Richard Strellman – the name quickly became synonymous with dramatic jewelry.  Originating in Oregon, this American company has become world famous for their original lighthouse lens cut. The name Lighthouse Lens Cut comes from the fresnel lens which is primarily used in lighthouses.  The gems are faceted similar to a lighthouse lens that directs the beam of light out to sea.  These fascinating stones reflect light in the exact same way.  It is unlike any other cut. 

That tiny diamond surely does shimmer which makes me wonder if it is that Lighthouse Lens cut. But my ring does not have a big gem but rather a big pearl so I started looking at images of Strell rings. Now I started seeing ones with opals and accent diamonds, jogging my memory about an opal ring of mom's. Off I went in search of it, checked for a mark and discovered that it is indeed a Strell ring too. So of course, I had to include both of them as my last two entries.

I found both rings difficult to sketch in spite of their relative simplicity. Here's a side view showing just how big that pearl is and the distinctive leaf design encompassing the beautiful large opal on the other.

From some of the prices I saw on line for both new and vintage Strell rings, I'm guessing dad laid down some substantial bucks for the pearl one. Mom's hands were bigger than mine and could pull off larger rings like the the onyx and diamond ring (from a previous page) and this pearl one but it really overwhelms my hand. 

And although I have my own opal ring with some history tying it to the area I grew up in, a single small oval stone set in a simple narrow band perfect for my smaller fingers, I have worn mom's quite a bit, although the ring size forces me to wear it on that middle finger. It does not have the weight of the other Strell ring but I'm guessing it's still worth some money, not that I'd be selling it.

I thought I should show you the jewelry box I've been pulling my mother's jewelry out of. Isn't it incredible? It's a music box that as it plays, that tiny dancer twirls back and forth, up and down, one leg swinging freely..

My oldest brother who died when I was 5 or 6 years old picked it up in Tunisia when he was touring with the military. I'm not sure if I have the note he sent with it, but I do remember mom reading that he was giving it to his "two favorite girls", mom and me. So I always knew it was a shared gift and I've always kept a few piece of my jewelry in it. But here's a troubling thing: As I've gotten towards the end of my trek through old jewelry, I've remembered that I had an additional music box for jewelry, same size as this one but black with inlaid mother of pearl in an oriental design, and although I always kept the two of them stacked on each other in an armoire, I no long know where it is. It doesn't make sense that it would be in the remaining few unpacked boxes from the last move which are mostly china and crystal but I know of nowhere else to look.

So now I've rounded up all the various pens and pencils I used on these sketches, put the loose ones back where they belong, and can turn my sketching back to that Zentangle Be Well series.