Back from my week off last week. I woke up on Memorial Day in a very lazy mood, and couldn't find the gumption to write. A little writer's block maybe.
Still working on the sweater. Not going to talk about it much, but I'll share that I took out 100 rows a couple Saturdays ago while Rob took a nap. He knew something was up when he woke to find three balls of red wool yarn on the floor and me loading the sweater back on the needles. It was a mess. I took my usual approach of veering away from the pattern to compensate for mistakes. Unlike in quilting, it didn't go so well, so I went all the way back to the original mistake and started again. My downfall was the instructions to 'repeat the last four rows six times'. To me, that meant the last two pattern rows and their companion wrong side rows. Four rows. There was math in the pattern that would have told me this was a mistake (it wouldn't decrease the number of stitches enough to move to the next step). What the pattern meant was to repeat the last four pattern rows six times. Anyway, when I really looked at it, the fronts did not match and there were 20 extra stitches at the top of each sleeve and on very close inspection, the raglan was way off. At some point, I started doing the opposite decreases from what the pattern said to do. And, I think the fact I was off pattern trying to compensate for the mistakes made me anxious and I wasn't enjoying the process. I decided I could use what I had learned about 'what not to do' on my next sweater, or I could take out a hundred rows and use what I'd learned on this sweater. I've put 67 if those hundred rows back in and can share that the sweater looks much nicer and I'm a lot more relaxed while working on it. And, every few rows, I count my stitches to make sure I have the number I'm supposed to. I seem to always try the shortcut first, but I'm not too proud to turn around and go back to get on the right path.
I did do a little quilting. Not nearly as much as I wanted to. I'd been putting this off because it required me to be creative. In the corners of that black quilt, I'm going to put some 6" circles filled with circles. I'm going to do my background quilting around those. It took a couple tries, but I got my circles drawn and needle punched the pattern, and I'm using my pounce to chalk mark them on the quilt and it's working great!
Those are going to float and I'm going to do a good bit of background quilting around them. That's my next bit of creative. It will have to be dense, but not too dense and it will have to have a lot of round shapes.
Do you see all the wrinkles in that quilt? That's from leaving it folded up so long without working on it. It should have been rolled on a pool noodle. For the rest of the time I work on it, I'll fight with those wrinkles to keep them from becoming puckers in the quilting. Don't let this happen to you!
We've had really bad weather lately. Very heavy rains and strong winds. It blew our fence down a couple Fridays ago. The only thing kept it up off the garden was the chair that sat on Linda's back porch that we put on a pad over there. The fence was pushing the chair out of the way when one of the legs dug into the mud and the fence couldn't go any further down. The next morning, we stood it back up, and put some 2x4 props to keep it up and that should buy us a little time
A couple posts ago, I talked about a green daylily. My dad wanted a green and the only one he could find was the one I showed a couple weeks ago. Then, he found someone that had this one, but wouldn't sell any of it. And, my Mom talked him into selling a green plant and they sent me home with a chunk of it. It hasn't bloomed in a while, but it did a little this year. It's in a sunnier spot, so here's hoping for next year being a big year.
This one is called Peaches. It's named after my Mom's dog. It blooms very close to the ground.
Happy Pride month!! Gay pride means something different to everyone. To me, it takes me back to when I came out. It was a hard time in my life. It is for almost every gay person. It was awkward and uncomfortable, but I have always been glad I did it and didn't continue to live the lie. The only thing worse than that awkward moment when I told an important person that I was gay is all the awkward moments of pretending not to be.