I'm Back

There's a song that goes "Back to life, back to reality" that I reluctantly sing in my head once my week of seclusion (or any break really from the usual routine) is over. I don't actually totally isolate myself from the world, but I do turn off the phones (alerting people who might worry if I don't pick up or return calls) and don't schedule appointments or meetings during that week. I aim for a week devoid of the usual responsibilities of everyday life and focus on, well, that varies from year to year. I soon slipped into a more relaxed routine that banished guilt that might be asking if I was spending my time as I should. The zentangle Be Well sketchbook sat open in front of the computer screen (of course I spent time on the computer!), inviting me to work in it daily. The rest I took as it came.

I was slightly amused to find some of the Be Well prompts mirroring things I was working on or running across. The tangle at the top right is one that I learned long ago and used as inspiration for a quilting design, which brought back a good memory. Some days I found myself a little unhappy with their interpretation or shading, like the basket weave above. I really want to color the entire square in alternating colors to show the over and under weaving. Once I get through the full 21 days' worth, I may redo some on the backside more to my liking.

This prompt mirrored a meditation/journaling class on growth

What I learned 

I didn't set out to learn anything, but I was struck by how my spirits lifted once the phones were off and I'd cut myself off. I realized just how much subconscious dread I've been carrying around. I've always known about this phone phobia I have which was heightened by years of earning a living answering and making phone calls. But the dread lifting was not just about unwanted phone calls. Good to know and deal with. At the same time, I did end up having to take a phone call for the old fashioned dreaded way of learning about the death of a friend (are you old enough to remember that when the phone rang it was often bad news?). Lesson number two: you can try, but you can't run away from life. On a more positive note, several times I put aside my usual tendency to procrastinate and experienced an almost buoyancy upon completing 3 notes to be slipped in the mail. "DO NOW" reaps great rewards.

What happened to 2024?

My pansies are doing really well this year, and there is a lighter colored flower on one of them that I've been wanting to sketch for weeks. What better time than now to immerse myself in a little detail sketching? I remembered using the sketchbook kept in the livingroom for this in the past and leafed through it to check. I always date my sketches and could hardly believe there were none after September of 2023. I do remember last year as a difficult one health and energy wise but really, no sketches in this sketchbook last year? I am quite pleased with how the pansy turned out as I worked to capture the creamy slightly green color and those slashes of purple. The camera does not pick that up on the original so you'll have to trust me that I got a perfect match using a surprising number of colored pencils to achieve it.

Thoreau's White Pines

I mentioned earlier about taking a more relaxed guiltless approach throughout my day, and that led me to take my coffee and sit on the steps to the back deck and just stare into the woods. I don't do this as often as I should. I'm usually reading or doing something with my hands when I sit out here or actively inspecting my container garden (and inside I'm constantly taking in information of one kind or another, seldom just aimlessly staring without much thought - such an active mind!). My eyes wandered up to the tree tops where I saw something that I had just read about in an entry in Thoreau's journals. He had climbed to the top of a white pine and discovered what he called "blossoms" - the beginnings of pine cones.

I was stunned. I've lived in this spot for 11 years and never noticed that particular pine tree having pine cones only at the top. I scanned up and down the greenbelt and didn't see another one. I grew up in this area spending so much time in the woods and never noticed a tree like this. I've lived in many states and never noticed a tree with pine cones only at the top like this. I don't know if it's a white pine but it looks like the white pines Thoreau described. So another thing learned I guess. No matter how observant you think you are, you may still need to slow down, let your eye and mind wander and notice what is there. 

Final conclusion 

I enjoyed my week of a variety of this and that, things that had been put on hold now tended to, things intentionally experienced that made me think of my husband (Star Trek movies and lots of motorcycle racing), things planned and unplanned. One of the possible options I'd jotted on a list meant to keep me from wondering how I meant to spend my time was to take another orphan block and turn it into a pillow cover. I pulled out all the fabric I'd been setting aside to make more blocks to go with it thinking there'd be something suitable to set it against (pile on the left) but nothing worked. Of course, I had the perfect fabric in my handdyes stash (under the block). I found the pattern I've used before for making a pillow cover with wider sides that would be closed with buttons (upper left). I should have stopped there and got it made to the point where the buttons go on but instead, I dumped my button jars on the table and rifled through them. Nothing quite right or of the right number. Couldn't find the card of wood buttons with maple leaf design bought as souvenir of our Canada vacation many years ago. Tried Walmart since I had to go there for a pillow form anyway but nothing even close. None at my quilt shop. Searched through more places where I might have stashed odd buttons. May have found something that will work. Anyway, this is my next project! And I still have a few other things on that list that I didn't get to when this is done. I truly never run out of things to work on.

 

A Mending Week

Arrow pointing to invisible thread loop of finger

I have company coming in a couple of weeks; it's prodding me to take care of some things I've been putting off, like making more repairs on the couch quilt. You might remember that a lot of the cotton bobbin threads had worn through leaving loops of the invisible thread my fingers kept catching on. These were mostly along the stitch in the ditch quilting and I decided to requilt all those lines, using a stronger polyester bobbin thread. I feared that the scallop quilting in the borders and setting triangles might also be at risk but was not up for requilting all those sections too. As I suspected, those areas started failing as well and I started tying yarn around the loops I ran into, dreading having to requilt those areas. I did realize one thing though as I noticed where these loops were popping up - almost all of them along the top border where strain would be put on the quilting as I'd pull the quilt up over me. Anyway, having a quilt with a lot of yarn ties decorating it would be embarrassing to have out for company to see, so this week my "creative" time has been working my way over these broken areas.

Right side of seaming

I finished the left front panel of the eyelet cardigan and discovered that the 3 needle cast off required was not only easy but a pretty nifty way to seam two pieces together.

Wrong side of seaming

The two sections are placed wrong sides together as you would any seaming, with those needles with "live" stitches held together. Then casting off proceeds as usual except for knitting together a stitch from each needle before moving the previous stitch on the right hand needle over this new stitch for a cast off. Makes for such a smooth seam on the wrong side as well as the right side. I'm about 4 inches up the right side panel and wishing this was going a little faster only because I have something else waiting in the wings that is for warmer weather like we've been having.

I realized that when I showed you the plantings of my deck garden, I didn't show you the plant I decided to put in the big pot out front. I was looking for something that would stick up higher than the pot rim and these flowers are doing just that.

Finally, I've been noting the progression of blooms along a stretch of my daily walk that includes a vacant house (where the lilac bush grows along with old fashioned roses and sweet peas) and an undeveloped lot next to it (just trees and brush). The roses from next door have spread into that area, and to my surprise, I spotted some honeysuckle as well. Seeing that honeysuckle brought to mind a specific image from my youth when dad liked to load up the camper and head over Thompson Pass into Montana to fish. We'd gotten over the pass and had pulled to the side of the road where mom spotted some syringa and honeysuckle just like these. I always marveled that mom knew all the names of the flowering plants and she always approached them like old friends.  

Planting on Memorial Day

Today turned out to be the perfect day to transfer the plants I bought into various pots and planters on my deck. Yesterday was too hot and muggy (we got into the 80's!) with little gnatty-like bugs fluttering about. And when I stopped on my walk later in the day when it had cooled a little to tighten a shoelace, I was immediately attacked by several mosquitos even though I was in the sun. I remember well most years having to fight off mosquitos while getting plants into my pots so what a relief to find today about ten degrees cooler and windy. No mosquitos except briefly when the breeze died down momentarily.

I still need to pick up, sweep and arrange the smaller pots but I am so relieved to get this done. My usual geraniums are in the big tub while the other pots hold a mix of new flowers to try along with a few that have done well in the past, like begonias and pansies. I usually stay away from marigolds because I don't like the smell, but I needed something yellow and that was all my store had. The purple one is Verbena and smells heavenly. The tall bloomless plants are ones that wintered over - the name escapes me at the moment - and they look particularly healthy. 

I even transplanted the Easter lily I'd enjoyed in the house into a big pot and we'll see how it does. I planted one once along the foundation when I lived in a place with a more moderate winter and was so pleased that it survived the winter and bloomed the next year. Not sure I'll have that sort of luck here. Oh, and one daisy-like plant went into the pot out front next to the stairs to the front door. I think I'm going to pick up some nasturtium seeds to fill in around them. Cleanup can wait until tomorrow . . .

More Blooms!

The next trees to open up their blooms are these decorative plum trees in the park behind the animal shelter.

Every year they look better and better!

And the lilacs too are in full bloom, as usual just in time for the Lilac Festival over in Spokane WA (a little more than an hour away). I've been enjoying this tree along my walking route since I moved to Ponderay.

The Torchlight Parade is this evening and unfortunately for the kids, rain is predicted to start about when the parade does. It's a long parade, honoring our Armed Forces as well as the lilacs. I have fond memories of marching in this parade when I was in junior high (playing sax in the band) and high school (out front with the twirlers).

I'm getting tired of looking at the empty pots on my deck but have been waiting for the weather to warm a bit. My store put their pony packs on sale this week though so I picked out the usual 3 geraniums for the big copper tub and a variety of plants for the other planters. Weather is supposed to be a bit better next week so I'm hoping to get motivated to make the transfers.

Nature and Knitting

Spring really is here with trees along my walking route finally showing blooms. These are on a tree in front of the animal shelter. Have no idea what kind of tree.

Bees are back and busy.

And this gave me a chuckle - pretty much it, except in drier parts of the world, my friends in Arizona remind me!

I haven't seen a moose in several years, even though I know they are wandering about the area, so I was quite pleased to run into this one as I started down my street at the end of my walk. 

And I DID nearly run into him because he came out from behind a trailer parked at the side of the road only a few yards ahead of me. I slowly backed up and and ducked around to the far side of said trailer.

You can see I peeked around the trailer to see if he'd moved on. No. He stared my way for a very long time before ambling into the trees to browse. I made my escape when a car passed by creating a suitable shield. These babies are big (although this one is actually a bit small) and can be surly so giving them a wide berth is the best option. Not the first time I've nearly walked into a moose since I moved back to Idaho. Still waiting to see one sporting his rack.

I've only worked a little on the tote bag, getting the blocks quilted and still mulling piecing sequence as well as cutting a few more pieces - trying to hide seams and create more heft without making a separate lining, I really am making this harder than it should be. However, the cardigan is coming along with completion of the back - note at the top stitches that are on stitch holders that will be joined to similar stitches on the front panels with a 3 needle bind-off, something I'd not heard of so cross fingers I can find instructions for that. As I start knitting the left front panel, it has dawned on me that this is a bigger project than I realized what with it being longer than the sweater I just knit and the two front panels having turn backs requiring more stitches. I don't know why I thought this would be a quick project . . .

Maybe they're not all humility blocks?

I knew I had one row near the bottom left where my stitching got off because I messed up with the yarn overs. But when I laid it out for the photo shoot, I spotted another row farther up on the right side where stitches are off as well. Sigh . . . NOT going to try to fix it, in fact trying to fix a missing yarn over may be partly why it is off. Instead, just thinking of it like a "humble or humility" block in a quilt. Orrrrr . . . maybe some of those blocks and any knitting errors aren't intentionally humble ones but the result of tippling while working?

Just Using Up Some Things

I finally got around to making the last coiled fabric basket I had in mind before putting all those supplies away. The picture above shows how the two I sent to my friend who winters in CA were quickly put into use to corral feet and thread spools under her acrylic sewing machine extension table. What a brilliant idea, I realized, as that area under my own extension table is where packets of needles are scattered.

I wanted mine to be oval though in order to stack the packets upright and not too big. I had the tail end of  the package of clothesline I'd been using that looked to be exactly the amount I'd need. And it was!

I surveyed the strips on my worktable and decided to see if I couldn't use up 3 or 4 short teal ones plus a single lighter teal print strip I hoped would cover the starting center line. Yup, worked pretty well. Then it was add the raindrop fabric strips as I worked up the sides and top it off with strips of the weird floral I'm not keen on.

I've made at least one oval version of these baskets and remember them being trickier than the round ones and this one was even trickier because of its narrow base. However, I persevered and it came out pretty well, nicely holding all my needles under the extension table. I still have quite a bit of the rain drop fabric strips and even the floral I don't care for but it's all going back into the big bag of coiled basket supplies. Time to move on to other things.

On a side note, we've been going through a bit of a warming trend which makes one wonder if spring is closer than one thinks (but the weatherman is quick to remind that this is March and we still could get some more snow). Could ducks along my walk paddling and feeding in a swale be a sure sign?

My camera couldn't catch it but that is a very bright green-headed mallard and his mate. She barely came up for air while he seemed more in protection mode, staying close and only occasionally ducking down to eat. They didn't seem to be too concerned about me pausing to watch. I haven't seen them since, although the swale is still full of water. Are you seeing any signs of spring in your area?

 

Glad For That Extra Yarn

I have had so many distractions and diversions and things to stress out over, little time to unwind in the studio. So the other night I pulled out my knitting again, knowing I didn't have too many more rows to go to finish the second sleeve of my wool sweater. I was so right to think I wouldn't have enough yarn to finish it and so lucky I was able to get more of it. The arrow points to where the last of the originally bought yarn ended and the additional bought yarn was added in order to finish the top of the sleeve. Of course, you also need a bit of yarn to join front and back and sleeves by hand and also more to knit the neckline ribbing. An extra skein was definitely what I needed. As the shop owner commiserated when I told her my sad story of being sure I wouldn't have enough, "Don't you just hate it when those yarn amounts aren't right?" So I guess it happening must not be rare.

By the way, still enjoying autumn colors. Though some trees are dropping leaves, many more, like the cottonwoods and birches, are clinging on. Had to make the hour drive to the "almost big city" yesterday which is mostly through the countryside and thoroughly enjoyed seeing so much brilliant yellow along the way.

Creativity and Cottonwoods

As I've journeyed through my quilting career, I've soaked in so many bits of advice to the point that I rarely run across anything new to me and frankly have even stopped clicking into most of them. But I couldn't resist checking out this one due to the title: "I've studied creative people for 40 years: They share these 6 habits." Hmm - I think of myself as a creative person. How do I stand up? Well, I don't quite have them all but most, and especially the outdoor habit. I hardly miss a daily walk where there are many opportunities to study trees. Read the article here and let me know if you have all six habits.

So with a cold front due to move in with rain the next day, I needed to get out somewhere in the great outdoors before it arrived, but I decided not to make the 45 or so minute drive to that new trail I discovered. Instead, I headed into town to check out how the leaves were turning and had a choice between City Beach or the Bay Trail. I didn't think I was up for the Bay Trail so settled for enjoying the lake front from city beach. Lake draw down has started and most boats have been pulled from the docks, but it isn't down all that much, still beautiful views. From the spit I could look across at the Bay Trail which is lined with cottonwood trees, now showing their colors. I wasn't sure if they would be, but gazing across I was almost sorry I didn't take that trail. It's lovely walking beneath that golden canopy.

I spotted some rather scraggly flowers next to the walkway, but pretty all the same.

The cottonwoods have finally amped up their color, and the birch trees are following suit. I took these pictures along the service road next to the dog park.

They are at their best when the sun hits them.  

And they are sooooo tall!

I don't have pictures but have noticed some trees that have turned color in what seems an odd way. At least I don't remember noticing before how some trees have both yellow and orange leaves in different parts of the tree. And one tree at City Beach had yellow leaves close to the trunk while the outer leaves were orange red. You really had to look closely to see those yellow leaves hiding underneath. And while many trees are at peak, others have leaves that are stubbornly staying green. What are you observing in your neck of the woods?

Thoughts on Creativity

Leaves seem reluctant to change their colors in my part of the world, that is, save for a group of maples in a park I frequent.

They are a rich red which draws me over for a closer look.

The cottonwood trees, though, can't seem to muster their usual bright golden yellow I love, if they are turning at all. Their hearts don't seem in it, any more than my heart has been into what waits in my studio this year. Oh, there have been splashes of interest, bursts like those maples, but the interest and drive I once had waxes and wanes. Age? Health? Shift of priorities? I don't even take as many inspiration photos as I used to. And yet, I still study clouds on my walks and couldn't help but try to capture some stunning ones yesterday, having no idea how I might work them into a textile piece - clouds are really hard to capture in fabric and thread! Not even easy with paint!

I went on a bit of a rant in my last post, and confessed I'd managed to confuse myself looking at all the videos previewed during a taster offering.Why am I looking at all these painting sessions? Why am I not working with textiles? And then found this quotation in a recent e-mail from Laly Mille, one of the teachers and someone I've been following and taking free lessons from for awhile:

“You will enrich your life immeasurably if you approach it with a sense of wonder and discovery, and always challenge yourself to try new things.”

– Nate Berkus –

Well, I did allude during my rant that I do like a challenge of mastering something new and this quotation reminded me of that. Some of my earliest memories involve needle and thread, fabric and yarn, constantly challenging myself to learn a new stitch or make something slightly beyond my abilities. And this need to learn has never been limited to any one thing. That's why now I joke that I have too many interests, I can't keep up!

Ah well, I suppose there are worse problems to have. I can't disagree with the above statement. Back to work . . .