The salon sent the hair in to Locks of Love after I filled out a short application form. There was more than 12 inches at the longest point and 10 inches at the layers. More than enough I would think. The stylist pulled it into a low pony tail, braided it, and chopped it off. I had no idea how long it was going to take her to create the cut from scratch. It is apparently a bit different than maintaining a current cut. She kept thinking that she should go shorter and I kept encouraging her to do just that. I really don’t like hair on my neck, especially in the summer, so I was quite happy to have it cut very short. (The back is a lot shorter than the front, a sort of textured look.)

All in all I am very pleased, I think the cut is cute, looks great on me, and is fairly easy to style. Would be nice if I had a smaller flat iron though.

Too much yarn

Yesterday I felt the need to do some purging.  I chose to purge clothes which I wore when I was 20 pounds heavier and yarn I do not like to use.  I have noticed that if a yarn does not feel good in my hands, I won’t knit with it.  I had gotten on quite a “generic yarn” binge when I first started to crochet and I have hung onto all of this unused yarn with the hopes to someday use it.  Now I would like to donate it to someone who knits for charity.  Now, if anyone knows of someone who can use it, please let me know.  I cannot pay for shipping but I have 2 garbage bags full of various yarns and a lot of it has enough to do actual projects.  It is not just scraps.  I called my church and they don’t seem to have a program set up for this so any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.

It is time….

Since my daughter was born I have been growing out my hair to donate to locks of love.

It is now long enough, and then some. It has not been dyed. It has not been permed. It has not been bleached. It is as untouched as it can be at this point.

So Thursday, I am going in to get it cut and donated. I am going to have very short hair very shortly. So here is your change to have an opinion….

Now, that being said, there are a few things to keep in mind. First of all, my hair will be a lot darker than this. In fact I plan to color it even darker than it is naturally. Secondly, I do reserve the right to let my stylist have free reign with my hair and see what she comes up with. I trust her to consider what would look best and she might have other ideas.

And for reference, here is the most recent picture of me. Have fun! I will post before and after pictures later.



I was asked to do a bit of research on candles. It had never occurred to me that they might not be safe.  There does seem to be a bit of research out there regarding paraffin based candles and their contribution to poor indoor air quality.  I then tried to find some alternatives.   It seems that soy candles are indeed a good alternative but though they burn cooler and produce less soot than paraffin based candles, seems that they still produce a light colored soot which is just harder to see. So, while being an all natural alternative and biodegradable, also apparently not containing the carcinogens which paraffin based candles do, I am not entirely sure that they are truly safe. Add to that the fact that to be considered a “soy based” candle, the candle need only contain 10% soy, the rest can be paraffin, and the fact that the instant you add a scent of some sort to the candle it ceases to be all natural. If one decides to buy soy candles, one should look for candles which are in a container or look like beads, as soy wax cannot form a pillar. Soy pillar candles are a dead give away for a candle containing ingredients other than soy.

So I have learned 2 things today. First that I now am convinced that paraffin based candles are not wise to be burning frequently (seeing as I have had the same candles for the past 6 yrs, I would say my burning them should be considered infrequent at best anyhow) and the “all natural” alternatives can be somewhat deceiving.

Some socks and such things

picture-059.jpgA pair of socks done on vacation.


And the second pair of socks mostly done on vacation until I ran out of yarn, which you can see on one toe.  I am still debating if I shall take out the other toe and make them match.  We shall see how inspired I get. 

And finally the beginning of a tank top….picture-058.jpg Remember this?  I am off and running on this one as well.  Fun stuff but I am arguing with my continental style gauge issues. 


For the past year, well more than a year, life has been very difficult financially. In addition to this becoming a rather large stressor in day to day life, I have realized that it majorly effects some other areas as well. I truly believe it has contributed to this feeling of stagnancy for me.

For a time, a phase, I need to be content where I am at in order to get on my feet again. Though there is a goal, hopefully an end in sight, I still need to be content in the now.

I have been spending some time this week trying to figure out why I do not, as often as I used to, do many of the things I love to do. What is it that holds me in this state of stagnancy that I am feeling?

I fear the reasoning is a combination of loss of hopes and dreams during this phase combined with this need to feel content where I am at. Reading has always brought out this burning desire to travel and see parts of the world where my books take place. This dream of travelling is not currently an attainable one so I squelch it in hopes to stay content where I am. I don’t read, or at least I don’t read beautiful novels, in the hopes that I can stay content for now. If I stay content, I can make it through this time, but what happens if my contentedness leads to apathy and stagnancy? This isn’t what I want to end up with!

So I suppose I am now going to have to learn balance. A balance of contentedness yet keeping in mind that this is a phase in my life and it is acceptable, or even good, to yearn for the hopes and dreams that I truly want to accomplish at some point in my life.

Side note:

I looked up the definition to squelch because even though this was the first word that came to mind, I wanted to make sure the context did indeed make sense.

Squelch: to strike or press with crushing force; crush down; squash.

Yup, that’s right, that is  exactly what I feel I do to these desires.


I would describe myself as someone with a creative bent. But thinking about it more, I am not sure that I am that creative at all.

I can play music, but not compose. I can knit, but need a pattern. I cannot create something from nothing. This hit me while I was looking at some art, and realized, I would NOT even know where to begin. How do you take a picture in your mind and put it on paper? Even a true artist views colors differently than I do. Without a sheet of music in front of me, anything that I play would sound terrible. I am really not creative at all. I do, on the other hand, very much enjoy things that others have created and the appreciation of the fact that I could never do these things make what someone else creates all the more beautiful to me.

The Prayse of the Needle

To all dispersed sorts of Arts and Trades,

I write the Needles praise (that never fades)

So long as children shall be got or borne,

So long as garments shall be made, or worne,

So long as Hemp or Flax, or Sheep shal bear

Their linnen wollen fleeces yeare by yeare;

So long as Silk-worms, with exhausted spoyle

Of their owne Entrailes, for mans gaine shall toyle:

Yea, till the world be quite dissolu’d and past;

So long at least, the Needles use shall last;


By John Taylor (1580-1653)


Well, it has begun.  I actually do have to tape my daughters diapers at night.  I do not tape them too her (don’t worry) but around the middle so they can’t stretch and she can’t pull them down.  This saves me from at least one middle of the night bed change.  Funny thing is, because it is new to her, she likes it, she thinks it is very funny.  Any other creative parenting solutions I need to try?

Knitting and airplanes

I am currently on vacation, visiting my parents in the Philadelphia area. My daughter is, of course with me. We had a miserable trip! We were supposed to fly through Cincinnati to Philly. When we got to Cincinnati, we circled and circled as there was a storm there making it that we couldn’t land. We circled till we had no fuel left and needed to be diverted to Fort Wayne. We touched down in Fort Wayne, refueled, and sat on the plane waiting for a go ahead to go back to Cincinnati. We were repeatedly assured that everyone was delayed, not to worry, we would not miss our flight. So, I did not worry. We finally get into Cincinnati, and have to run to another terminal, when we get there, we are told that we cannot get on our flight, that we will have to spend the night in Cincinnati. I am told that the airline is covering the price of the hotel. So we go back to the main terminal where I am told that since this is weather related, I will have to pay for my hotel. I did attempt to talk my way out of that but to no avail. So I set that up and call the hotel shuttle. Stood outside waiting for the shuttle for 45 minutes. Mind you my daughter was exhausted. Call my parents and let them know what is going on and they arrange to pick me up the next day as I am to leave Cincinnati the next morning at 7:50 AM. Get to the hotel, ask for a crib, which is a long time in coming, and by the time we lay down and my daughter actually gets to sleep, it is 11:30. I need to be up at 5 so we can catch the shuttle back to the airport.

During the night, daughter wakes up at least once an hour crying, as she is so hyper-stimulated and out of sorts for being somewhere she doesn’t understand. Furthermore, neither of us has ever slept in the same vicinity well. I get up at 5:15, get ready to go, get her ready to go and we head downstairs. There is a shuttle leaving and I think about catching that one but notice that the continental breakfast is out so decide to catch the shuttle in a half hour seeing as all I ate the night before was a few goldfish crackers. We eat and then get on the shuttle and head back to the airport. Where we sit and sit and I notice that the flight time gets pushed back every 15 minutes. 7:50, 8:00, 8:15, 8:30, 9:15, apparently that same storm is now in Philly and we are not allowed to fly in. Luckily my daughter is catching some much needed rest in her seat and I can knit. I try to stay calm. I call my father who has JUST left to head to the airport, I tell him to turn around and head home and wait till I call from the airplane. Finally we are loaded up and I call dad and tell him so. He informs me he is not moving till he sees that we are ACTUALLY in the air. I do not blame him in the least. We get to Philly and start this whole circling thing again. every time we pull down to try to land we hit major turbulence and the pilot pulls back up. Took forever! We were so happy to finally be on the ground and settled and with my father. He then tells me that the plane I was supposed to be on the night before did not leave the airport till well after I had called him on the phone. Apparently they, due to weather, had filled it with other people. Now, I fail to see why, even though weather related, I should pay for my own hotel in this case. I was there in time to catch the plane even though we were delayed. If that is the case, doesn’t this move me from the realm of weather related incidents to the realm of airline issues? I will be attempting to get my money reimbursed.

On the other hand, all that time travelling meant that I got so much more knitting done than I ever expected! Jenjen now has a lovely set of “dashing” fingerless gloves. This is how far I got JUST during flights:


And the finished product…



I’ve also finished another sock, pictures to follow.