Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Monday, January 28, 2013
Won four games and lost one at chess club tonight. Does the lost game count if I was coaching a beginner along, helping them to play a good game so they wouldn't get discouraged...and then they beat me? At any rate, have to go model soon. I am so happy for the work- it's about time.
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
But tell me, friends, not friends, people whose designated category I can't get right either: why are you folks so hard to please, when I'm clearly trying as hard as I can? Why do you make social interactions into a cruel game of riddles and unspoken clues and then shun those of us who fumble at it? Is it so hard to meet someone halfway, when that someone is wearing themself thin trying to speak this difficilt and foreign language?
And how do you manage to be so terribly lovable in spite of acting that way, when I try with all my heart, and am forever the cast off?
Monday, January 21, 2013
- Finished spinning and plying three skeins of yarn for my youngest son. He wants a rainbow colored scarf + hat + mitten set. I didn't have enough roving in those colors to make all that, so what I did was to ply each rainbow single with a strand of natural black. So each of the three skeins goes sequentially from violet to magenta to red to orange to yellow to green to blue (several shades of blue of course!) to blue-violet. If I'm careful, the items made from this yarn will preserve this order.
- Set the twist in all the rainbow/dark yarn, two big skeins of Shetland, and a skein of merino in cool tones.
- This merino is also spun in such a way as to change gradually from one color to the next. I think it goes from purple to blue to teal to brown to olive green (feels like I'm missing a color). I could have Navajo plyed it to preserve the color order, but that would reduce the amount of yarn by a third and make it nearly three times as thick- unacceptable. However, it was thin and kind of fragile as merino fiber tends to be (although very soft) so instead I fulled it, which is almost like felting and gives the yarn a lot more strength. Setting twist involves a single dip into very hot water. Fulling involved a dip into boiling water, a drizzle of soap and vigorous massaging, thwacking the skein of yarn against the snow several times, dipping it back into hot water, thwacking on snow again, etc, until the strands of yarn began to stick to one another. The rapid temperature changes, combined with soap and friction, cause the wool fiber to felt/full.
- Then I did almost all the dishes....and trust me, that's an accomplishment when you have to melt the snow into hot water first. Also- found out that the dishes can be pre-washed with snow and my trusty institutional style dish brush! The snow combines water and abrasion. This really saved on dish water, as the good hot water didn't get so dirty.
- What else....minor moving stuff around, bringing firewood in, splitting kindling, that sort of thing.Seems like I did something else...at any rate, I got caught up on all the handspinning, plying, and twist-setting. Now just have to calculate the length of each skein and figure out whether I have enough to make certain items.
- Oh, that's right- the wool slippers. I finished one and am almost done with the other, They're really ugly so I hope that they're at least warm!!! Because...my feet are still cold.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Saturday, January 19, 2013
I was still reeling from this when a guy came and asked about the "abandoned" alpacas. He apparently thought they were abandoned because the place they're on is for sale. He asked if they were OK and like a fool, I told him about the dead ones and was open to input on solving the problem. He immediately styled himself as a "rescuer" and took over....called the vet out...who, after a careful and thorough assessment of the situation, determined that the cause of death was one of the remaining alpacas, who has been a thorn in my side since day one. He's been chasing the others relentlessly, trying to breed them (all four alpacas were intact males) day and night. He was smaller than the others so I had hoped that eventually someone would put their foot down, but instead, he ran two of them to death, literally. The vet examined him, said that he is dangerous not only to other animals, but also to people and advised me to get the remaining nice alpaca out of there before he got killed, too. The alpaca rescuers drove off with the nice one, saying they'd find him a good home. He was my favorite, so I hope he is well loved wherever he ends up at. That left only the last one to be put down, which was the vet's recommendation. I thought the nightmare was pretty much over....but no.
The alpaca people have been badmouthing me, making shit up out of thin air...for example, saying that the alpacas were running on the road (that never happened) and that they were so emaciated that they should all be put down. The nice one was thin, but it wasn't because he hadn't been fed, it was because he was being chased and stressed all the time. Besides which, the second one that died was huge and not thin- he was the biggest one in the herd. He must have weighed close to 200 pounds. Also, the mean alpaca was in very good flesh, not underweight. So now I've been branded in the alpaca community. They are going to really hate me when they hear that I butchered the last one for meat! I just couldn't see wasting perfectly edible meat...I wasn't happy about having to do it but since he had to die, why not utilize what's there? These alpaca people.....I don't think I ever want to own another alpaca again.
Friday, January 18, 2013
Thursday, January 17, 2013
For instance, there is enough nicotine, more than enough, in a pack of cigarettes to kill you if you drank it all at once- which is certainly an excellent argument for not smoking. However, one pack of the awful things is not going to kill you even if you inhale every puff.
Friday, January 11, 2013
Monday, January 07, 2013
Anyway, I found an entire banana box full of stuff I couldn't find and was upset about. What kind of stuff? Shetland wool, Icelandic wool, kid mohair yarn, some Irish roses I'd crocheted up to go with the mohair yarn, lots and lots of fiber! It's a bit silly but this put a positive spin on the day. I was not being very successful in avoiding obsessing about where that stuff had gone; had been bugging me for several weeks as I wanted some of the stuff in there to work on projects.
I need to find something to do; work, a job, school, find a place in town that can function as a studio, a place that I can farm.....something. It has gotten to where my boyfriend is my primary happy spot in life, the main thing I look forward to. This isn't healthy and it's an unfair burden for anyone. Have to find a balance, other areas of happiness and gratification. Also, frankly, it's kind of a waste to not do anything with myself. Hopefully that doesn't sound self-centered... :-/