Thinking about KNITTING: KDO 9.8.13

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Those of you who are very careful observers of ritaLOVEStoWRITE may have noticed that for the first time in over a year I did not post a blog on Friday. SCANDALOUS to be sure! I had one in the works but then I ran out of time before I had to leave for a very special weekend of knitting… the somewhat mis-named “KNITTERS DAY OUT”

Knitters Day Out (KDO) offers classes for knitters at all points on the experience spectrum. All you need to be able to do for a beginner class is cast on, knit, purl and cast off.

Most classes offer specialty techniques for more advanced knitters, like the Socks, Two at a Time on Circular Needles class that we took on Friday night with instructor Leslie Broznak. Socks can be intimidating projects PERIOD, but to try to do them two at a time on circular needles. It was a tough class. The set up was an exercise in confusion — which is why we took the class and didn’t try to learn the technique from a book or YouTube video. Leslie, like more knitters I’ve met, was the model of patience, and provided hands on mini tutorials as needed around the classroom. Still we lost a few folks along the way. They quietly packed up their needles, thanked her for her efforts and admitted this method just wasn’t for them. (I don’t have any pictures from my sock class, my fingers were too tied up in yarn and cables needles to grab for my iPhone to take any photos. Sorry)

One of Kathy Zimmerman's Aran sweater designs (this one graced the pages of a national knit magazine)

One of Kathy Zimmerman’s Aran sweater designs (this one graced the pages of a national knit magazine)

Our Saturday morning class was Aran Knitting with Kathy Zimmerman. Kathy took us through the interesting history of Aran Knitting, the style of Irish fisherman’s sweaters that originated  from the small islands off the west coast of Ireland (Inishmore, Inishmaan and Inisheer).

People have lived on the isles for almost 4,000 years and, until recently, the Islanders made a living from farming and fishing. Outdoor work in this harsh environment created a need for warm, protective and practical clothing. Thus, the Aran sweater was developed. It is characterized by intricately patterned garments that involve lots of cables, bobbles and other textures. [Kathy Zimmerman’s Aran Knitting course packet]

Aran sweaters tell a story by the type of stitches and cables the knitters chose to use. A Grandmother might choose a honeycomb pattern for a child’s sweater to wish him or her a sweet life. Or she might add an “OXO” pattern to indicate hugs and kisses.

Some of the dozens of samples that Kathy Zimmerman brought to class to explain Aran Knitting

Some of the dozens of samples that Kathy Zimmerman brought to class to explain Aran Knitting.

The craft of knitting was handed down generation to generation by oral tradition by family members. A parent (both men and women knitted), grandparent, aunt or uncle, would show the next generation how to weld their needles to concur a particular pattern.  “The original stitch patterns could often be linked to a family , village or region. ” [Ibid] But the idea that the sweaters were knitted in particular patterns as a means of identification — so that a fisherman lost at sea could have his remains identified by his sweater — was more folk tale than reality. And it was a folk-lore that the nascent Irish sweater industry of  the 1900s was happy to incorporate into its publicity efforts when selling the sweaters to tourist.

Aran sweaters have become fashion garments. The inhabitants have established a thriving tourist industry for visitors interested in Celtic history or wanting to escape the stress of modern-day life. [Ibid]

Cables are made by placing stitches onto a spare needle, placing the needle to the back, knitting a stitch or two then going back to the stitches on the spare need and knitting them. By doing this you create a twist in the fabric. The next row (the back row) is the recovery row, no cabling is done on this row, you just knit the knit stitches and purl the purl stitches. But on the following row you are “working” again and the pattern will have moved a bit so the cable stitch is slightly to the right or maybe you’ll bring the needle to the front this time so the cable will go the other way… In the end what could have been a flat garment is instead a 3-D image of diamonds and ropes.

My bestest knitting buddy Sheila (front) picks up a cabling technique in our Aran class.

My bestest knitting buddy Sheila (front) picks up a cabling technique in our Aran class.

One of the really cool things about KDO is that the participants are always willing to help out each other and you are always picking up some trick or the other.

The amazing Kathy Zimmerman taught our Aran Knitting class on Saturday morning.

The amazing Kathy Zimmerman taught our Aran Knitting class on Saturday morning. She was informative, patient and generous with her knowledge and her chocolate.  THANKS Kathy!

Green wool always calls to me. I've made an afghan in shades of the stuff and I still love it. Maybe it is the Irish in me. And since I choose this wool for my Aran class I was feeling doubly blessed by the Emerald Isles.

Green wool always calls to me. I’ve made an afghan in shades of the stuff and I still love it. Maybe it is the Irish in me. And since I choose this wool for my Aran class I was feeling doubly blessed by the Emerald Isles.

Lunch at KDO is always a gourmet affair and is included in the price of the weekend.

Lunch at KDO is always a gourmet affair and is included in the price of the weekend.

The Knitter's Market takes over the conference center (and a few extra rooms and hallways). We picked up yarn and kits and notions. It is fun just to walk through and see all the new options and colors available.

The Knitter’s Market takes over the conference center (and a few extra rooms and hallways). We picked up yarn, kits and notions. It is fun just to walk through and see all the new options and colors available. (This is just a fraction of the Market.)


Secondary Character Saturday: Lettie Hempstock, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

If only the "He" had held onto Lettie's hand a little bit more firmly...

If only the “He” had held onto Lettie’s hand a little bit more firmly…

WHO: Lettie Hempstock

FROM: The Ocean at the End of the Lane

Cover art for The Ocean at the End of the Lane [Image courtesy NPR]

Cover art for The Ocean at the End of the Lane [Image courtesy NPR]

BY: Neil Gaiman

PUBLISHED: June 18, 2013

PROS: Kind, powerful, brave, compassionate, mysterious, plucky…

CONS: Not quite cautious enough when it comes to flapping burlapy evil creatures

MOST SHINING MOMENT: I wont give away her MOST shining moment. But I will tell you her second to the MOST shining moment… which is when she stands up the big flapping burlapy evily creature and demands that it/she leave the Hempstock farm.

WHY I CHOSE LETTIE: A beautifully written female adolescent heroine… how could I not choose her? Lettie is marvelously kind to the unnamed main character in this book, but she’s never syrupy about it. She protects and cares for him (much better than his family does) and he has the gumption and pluck of many other female teen characters I can think of (*cough* Bella Swan). “The struggle between Lettie’s family and this evil force takes on darkly beautiful, dreamlike proportions.” [NPR.org]

Gaiman has written another wonderful book. This one is catalogued as adult, but it lies somewhere in the dreamy zone between growing up and grown up. The Ocean at the End of the Lane is a relatively quick read (compared to American Gods or Anansi Boys and, perhaps because its protagonist is a child, it reminded me of his brilliant and haunting children’s book Coraline. Please add this to your to read book list. It is funny and scary and mysterious and sad and lovely.

For those of you keeping score this is not my first Neil Gaiman Secondary Character. I did SPIDER from Anansi Boys a while back. What can I say? As long as Gaiman keeps writing wonderful drawn characters they are going to keep showing up here.

English writer Neil Gaiman. Taken at the 2007 ...

English writer Neil Gaiman. Taken at the 2007 Scream Awards. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Bob Newhart 9.5.13 Thought of the Day

“I don’t like country music, but I don’t mean to denigrate those who do. And for the people who like country music, denigrate means ‘put down'”– Bob Newhart

Bob Newhart

George Robert “Bob” Newhart was born on this day in Oak Park, Illinois, U.S. in 1929. Today is his 84th birthday.

He was one of four children born to George and Julia Newhart. Bob is the only boy. He attended Catholic schools, including Loyola University of Chicago. He graduated from Loyola UofC in 1952 with a degree in business management. He served in the Army during the Korean War (he was stationed stateside). After the war he worked as an accountant and clerk before turning to comedy.

By 1959 he was recording comedy albums and doing stand up. He had his first taste of television with “The Bob Newhart Show” in 1961. This first effort lasted only a year, but Bob was a regular guest on variety shows. through out the 60s.

Publicity photo of the cast of The Bob Newhart...

Publicity photo of the cast of The Bob Newhart Show. Standing from left: Bill Daily (Howard Borden), Marcia Wallace, (Carol Kester), Peter Bonerz (Jerry Robinson). Seated: from left: Bob Newhart (Bob Hartley), Suzanne Pleshette (Emily Hartley). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In the 1970’s Mary Tyler Moore and Grant Tinker gave Bob another chance at starring in a series when they developed “The Bob Newhart Show” (part 2, if you will). The show ran for 142 episodes over six seasons.

It was as Bob Hartley that Newhart wedged his button-down way into many of our hearts. Who didn’t want a straight man like Hartley as your psychologist, your friend, your neighbor? He let the other characters go nuts around him because he was eternally the solid, helpful center, who wasn’t perfect, but who stood in for everyone who’s ever wondered, “What the heck have I gotten myself into?” [NBCNews.com]

In 1982 he starred in another successful sit-com, Newhart, as Dick Loudon, a Vermont innkeeper. Newhart lasted 8 years. Both series were nominated for Emmy’s several years in a row (as was Newhart) but never managed to take home the statue.

Newhart

Newhart (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Farm Fresh Challenge: Mashed Sweet Potatoes

Week 16 from Calvert Gifts CSA  Cilantro Tomatoes Sweet potatoes jalepeno peppers* cherry tomatoes radishes bok choi broccoli raab* (I swapped the peppers and broccoli raab for more cilantro and some turnips)

Week 16 from Calvert Gifts CSA
Cilantro
Tomatoes
Sweet potatoes
jalepeno peppers*
cherry tomatoes
radishes
bok choi
broccoli raab* (I swapped the peppers and broccoli raab for more cilantro and some turnips)

Because I have regular potatoes from a previous week. I decided to make some fab Half and Half Mashed Sweet Potatoes today.

INGREDIENTS:

From the Box:

1 cup Sweet Potatoes (cut into 1/2 ” cubes)

1 cup Regular Potatoes (cut into 1/2″ cubes) (from a previous box)

2 TBLS Cilantro roughly chopped

Steam rises from the cooked potatoes. (Sweet and regular)

Steam rises from the cooked potatoes. (Sweet and regular)

From the Pantry or Fridge:

3 TBLS Butter

3 TBLS Half and Half

1 TBLS Mozzarella Cheese (Shredded)

DIRECTIONS:

1. Bring a medium pot of water to a boil. Add Potatoes and Sweet Potatoes. Cook for 15 minutes or until very tender.

2. Removed from heat and mash.

3. Add Butter and Half and Half and whisk.

4. Add Cilantro.

Half and Half Mashed Sweet Potatoes just after the Cilatro has been added.

Half and Half Mashed Sweet Potatoes just after the cilantro has been added.

5. Plate and garnish with Mozzarella Cheese.

Half and Half Mashed Sweet Potatoes on the plate and ready to eat.

Half and Half Mashed Sweet Potatoes on the plate and ready to eat.


e.e. cummings memorial Thought of the Day

“To be nobody but yourself in a world that’s doing its best to make you somebody else, is to fight the hardest battle you are ever going to fight. Never stop fighting.” — e.e. cummings

English: Grave of poet E. E. Cummings, located...

English: Grave of poet E. E. Cummings, located at Forest Hills Cemetery in Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Today is the anniversary of the death of poet e.e. cummings. He died 51 years ago. To read his full ritaLOVEStoWRITE bioBLOG click HERE.

Cummings had a magical way of playing with words so they transcended form and meaning.

Cummings experimented radically with form, punctuation, spelling and syntax, abandoning traditional techniques and structures to create a new, highly idiosyncratic means of poetic expression. [Poets.org]
Here’s his poem ‘my love’.

my love
thy hair is one kingdom
the king whereof is darkness
thy forehead is a flight of flowers

thy head is a quick forest
filled with sleeping birds
thy breasts are swarms of white bees
upon the bough of thy body
thy body to me is April
in whose armpits is the approach of spring

thy thighs are white horses yoked to a chariot
of kings
they are the striking of a good minstrel
between them is always a pleasant song

my love
thy head is a casket
of the cool jewel of thy mind
the hair of thy head is one warrior
innocent of defeat
thy hair upon thy shoulders is an army
with victory and with trumpets

thy legs are the trees of dreaming
whose fruit is the very eatage of forgetfulness

thy lips are satraps in scarlet
in whose kiss is the combinings of kings
thy wrists
are holy
which are the keepers of the keys of thy blood
thy feet upon thy ankles are flowers in vases
of silver

in thy beauty is the dilemma of flutes

thy eyes are the betrayal
of bells comprehended through incense

E.E. Cummings, full-length portrait, facing le...

E.E. Cummings, full-length portrait, facing left, wearing hat and coat / World-Telegram photo by Walter Albertin. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Here’s a list of selected poetry and prose by cummings: [List from Poets.org]

Poetry

  • Tulips and Chimneys (1923)
  • & (1925) XLI Poems (1925)
  • ViVa (1931) No Thanks (1935)
  • Tom (1935) 1/20 (1936)
  • Fifty Poems (1941)
  • 1 x 1 (1944)
  • Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems (1950)
  • Ninety-five Poems (1958)
  • 73 Poems (1962)
  • Complete Poems (1991)

Prose

  • The Enormous Room (1922)
  • Eimi (1933)

Muffin Monday: Nectarine Plum Granola

Nectarine Plum Granola Muffins fresh from the oven

Nectarine Plum Granola Muffins fresh from the oven

I love when the fresh fruit comes in at the local farm stands. Here’s a recipe for some nectarine and plums that I picked up last week.

INGREDIENTS:

  • 3/4 cup Almond Milk (or regular Skim Milk)
  • 1/4 cup melted Butter
  • 1 Egg
  • 2 cups Whole Wheat Flour
  • 1/4 cup Sugar
  • 2 tsp. Baking Powder
  • 1/2 tsp. Salt
  • 1 cup diced Nectarines
  • 1/2 cup diced Plums
  • 1/2 cup Granola
  • 1/2 cup chopped Hazel Nuts

DIRECTIONS:

1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Prepare 12 muffin cups by spraying with cooking spray.

2. In a large bowl combine Almond Milk, Butter, Egg, Flour, Sugar, Baking Powder, Salt.

Base batter. I know I used Nectarines and Plums in these muffins, but I bet you could use any  soft fruits along with this base batter and come up with a pretty good muffin.

Base batter. I know I used Nectarines and Plums in these muffins, but I bet you could use any soft fruits along with this base batter and come up with a pretty good muffin.

3. Gently stir in the Nectarines, Plums, Granola and Hazel Nuts.

4. Divide batter evenly into 12 muffin cups.

Nectarine Plum Granola Muffins ready to go into the oven.

Nectarine Plum Granola Muffins ready to go into the oven.

5. Bake for 30 minutes. Cool and enjoy.

Taster Bill liked the tart/sweet combination but found these muffins a little to high on the dry spectrum. I like my muffins dry (OK I like my muffins just about any way they come, but I thought these were just fine. They are not nearly as dry as last week’s Date Granola Buffins)  I also liked how these kind of reminded me of peach cake.

Nectarine Plum Granola muffin

Nectarine Plum Granola muffin


Shakespeare’s Pants

Today is a travel day. Limited access to a computer or internet means I’m taking the easy way out and reblogging some one else’s musings. Fortunately for me the witty and wonderful Kate Shrewsday has just come through with a post about Shakespeare which I think you all will enjoy…

kateshrewsday's avatarKate Shrewsday

A peerless playwright needs pants.

I use pants in the North of England and American sense. Trousers, specifically, not underwear.

The first statue of Shakespeare – his funerary monument in Holy Trinity Church, Stratford-Upon-Avon – has no pants at all. Sculptor Gerard Johnson simply opted to cease Shakespeare at the hips. I am not sure how Shakespeare would have felt about this. My guess is, not good.

As Shakespeare became more acclaimed and beloved by writers, and people with lots of money, he was finally accorded pants in Westminster Abbey, though William Kent, the designer of the 1740 monument commissionsed by Alexander Pope, Lord Burlington and a gaggle of other prominent admirers, chose simple, long breeches.

shakespeareatabbey

And now we must begin to speculate about the type of dresser Shakespeare was. Was he a fashion conscious chap? Because if he was, the evidence points to a very different set of pants…

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Secondary Character Saturday: Mama (who Makes Up Her Mind)

WHO: Mama White

FROM: Mama Makes Up Her Mind, and Other Dangers of Souther Living

BY: Bailey White

Bailey White [Image courtesy: FreshFiction.com]

Bailey White [Image courtesy: FreshFiction.com]

PUBLISHED: 1993

PROS: Sweet, Southern, elderly lady who has a lot of experience and a lot of class.

CONS: She’s also stubborn and opinionated. (But you still love her.)

MOST SHINING MOMENT:  While Bailey White might charm you with stories of Aunt Belle and her bellowing pet alligator. Or Uncle Jimbuddy with hus appalling “knack for losing pieces of himself. ” [Amazon.com] You will “succumb utterly to the charms of Bailey’s mama, who will take you to a juke joint so raunchy it scared Ernest Hemingway or tuck you into her antique guest bed that has the disconcerting habit of folding up on people while they sleep. [Ibid]

Here’s a taste from Mama’s Memoirs…

For years we’ve been trying to get Mama to write her memoirs. she actually started once. She was writing them on old envelopes with a blue ballpoint pen. but she wold make her grocery list on the other side of the envelope, and she kept leaving her memoirs at the checkout counter of the Piggly Wiggly. [Mama Makes Up Her Mind, Bailey White]

WHY I CHOOSE HER: Bailey White is an amazing story-teller. She could spin a yarn from alphabet soup.  But she’s at her best when she pulls a story from something Mama did or said.  Why’d I choose Mama? In hopes that you’d go out and find one of White’s books and read them. You’ll be glad you did.

Other Books by Bailey White:

Bailey White used to be a contributor to National Public Radio, but not so anymore. I guess she’s gone back to teaching in her first grade class room full-time. Shame. We miss you Bailey.

She lives in the same house she grew up in, now with her sister. Her mother, Rosalee White passed away in 1994.


Fiction Friday; Secret Watcher in the Sky

[Its Friday and that means a story prompt from ViewfromtheSide’s Blog.  This week we explore “Secret Watcher”.  I putzed around the house this morning wondering what the heck I was going to write about and then my hubby invited me along on a trip to the hardware store. Sure I said… but would he mind a quick side trip? Here’s our story…]

Trees

Trees (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

The trees were beginning to crowd the tarmac.

The road had gone from 2 lanes to one about a mile ago. Now the trees — lush with the previous night’s rain — had encroached on the shoulder. Their branches arched overhead playing a jazzy sonata of light/not light on the windshield as they alternately allowed or blocked the sun.

I’d reduced our speed to 25 (slower than the posted 30) to compensate for the fact that we really didn’t know where we were going. It wasn’t that we were LOST exactly, we just had never travelled this path before.

That was O.K. though because, although WE didn’t know where we were going, the GPS assured us that IT DID.

Our goal was a yarn shop in South Central Pennsylvania. I’d remembered how to get to their original location from a previous visit. Alas, that was a half a decade ago and the shop had since moved.

No problem. WE had an iPhone. WE were up for adventure.

After checking the yarn shop’s web site we plugged in the new address. In seconds our secret GPS watcher in the sky plotted a course over the scenic Seven Valleys to the new spot.

Away we drove.

The hiccup came when the roads of Pennsylvania decided that life is not as clear-cut as the GPS elves up in that satellite would have it be.

On the screen the little blue dot that represented our car passed the turn that would take us to the yarn shop. In the car we saw nothing but trees.

We RECALCULATED and found a second route.

One road crested  hill and turned from smooth asphalt to crushed gravel.

NO WORRIES — we had all wheel drive! And soon enough we popped on to another paved road.

Our blue dot moved along, obeying the GPS. It indicated a right turn. I made a right turn.

Artist Interpretation of GPS satellite, image ...

A few hundred feet in the trees began to crowd us. The asphalt again turned to gravel.  We considered abandoning our faith in the GPS and turning around, but the road wasn’t wide enough.

There was only one way to go and that way was FORWARD.

So we drove forward.

The road, if you could call it that at this point, got considerably worse. An irregular strip of grass and weeds grew between the tire tracks. The tire tracks became less gravel and more mud. My fingers tightened around the steering wheel.

Still, hovering miles above us Big Brother cheerily showed our little blue dot closing in on the little red dot of the yard shop.

The words “How the hell do they expect any one to find them out here?” were sputtered more than once.

Finally, FINALLY, we came out of the trees into a lane that skirted a barn yard.

A skinny black kitten eyed us than ran away (YES! a sign of life!)

We drove around the barn and saw a middle school aged boy hammering aimless at an old box

“Excuse me?” I said after rolling down the window. “Do you know where the yarn shop is?”

“Yarn shop?” He rolled the words around in his mouth like they were alien to him.

“Yes, we’re looking for a yarn shop.”

“I don’t know about a yarn shop… but the fiber mill is over there.” He waved the hammer in the vague direction of a long low gray barn. He was a pleasant enough fellow, but we had waisted enough of his valuable time. He had important things to do. That box wasn’t going to beat the hell out of its self you know.

“O.K. Thanks.”

Hmmmmm. The blue dot and the red dot appeared as one.  The GPS overlord seemed to think we had arrived at our destination.

We checked the web site again. This time we saw something further down the page that said “If you are interested in visiting please feel free to make an appointment.”

Ahh.

Beyond the long low gray barn was a paved county road and the GPS happily showed us the way back to civilization.

The eye in the sky didn’t get us to the yarn shop, but it was able to find us just a good. It had pointed us squarely at adventure.

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