little bit of crazy leaking out

I was tagged for 7 random things long ago, by at least two different people.  Finally, here it is.

1. I only have 9 toenails. In the 5^th grade I had half of the little toe on my left foot surgically removed. They thought it might be bone cancer, it wasn’t.
2. Hubby and I got married when I was 20 and he was 23. Everyone assumed I was knocked up, I wasn’t. In fact Bug wasn’t born until we had been married 9 years.
3. My first car, a gift for my 16^th birthday, was a bright orange 1973 VW Super Beetle. We had an open campus so my friends and I would all cram into the car and we would go to Dick’s on Broadway for lunch. We called it the Orange Crush, guess why. I miss that car.
4. I am an only child, spoiled rotten. See #3.
5. I lived in the same house my whole life. Well, until I moved in with Hubby when I was 18. My parents still live in that same house, oh, and they’re still married, 45yrs.
6. I really dislike spiders. No, hate them. As long as they stay outside, where they belong, I’m fine. Inside the house and I‘ve been known to freak out a bit, including, but not limited to screeching and, G-d forbid, should they actually make contact with me, crying. Hubby is good about removing them from the house without killing them. I don’t want them dead. I just don’t want them in my house.
7. My nose is pierced.  I had it done when I was 20-something.  My cousin asked if it made it hard to pick my nose . . . he was 40ish at the time.  sigh

My daughter just got out of bed and asked me, with tears in her eyes, if I would home school her next year because she is afraid one boy in her class will “tease me and push me and be mean to me, just like last year.” I assured her that he WILL NOT be doing any of that. If it happens this year, the teacher and school staff are going to get to know me very well, and they may not like it.  We may end up home schooling her after all.

If there was an award for the worst blogger ever, I would get it.  Okay, there prolly is one out there and I just don’t know about it, I’m expecting notification of my nomination any minute now. 

Things have been happening, have I been blogging about them?  NO!  Have I even taken any pictures?  Umm, sometimes, but not often enough.  Have I been knitting?  Yes! 

More details to follow. =)

no, it’s a banana!

March FOs:

• EZ Saddle Shoulder Sweater
• 3 dishcloths

Well, shit!  Four projects, that’s all I finished?!  That’s not good.  I did do some spinning too, and, umm, I cast on and ripped out a couple of projects several times.  Does that count? No? Okay.

Oh, and the three dishcloths — I don’t remember which ones they were! All I have written down in the knitting calendar/diary is:  ”garterlac dc” “lacey dc” and “MDBB dc”.  So, I know when I knit them I just don’t remember which ones they were . . . I must be getting senile.

March was not a good month for the stash.  Between the seven skeins of Rowan Summer Tweed and the 10 skeins of sock yarn I won from Sock-a-Month 2 (um, and some other yarn), and the no-knitting that I did, I ended up with 13 more skeins than I knit up this month.  I’m still down 35 skeins for the year, but, still, I have got to get knitting!

ETA: Okay, I’m not senile, I guess, I  found the dishcloths . . .

     

L to R:  Lacy Diamonds from the Monthly Dishcloth KAL, Mason-Dixon Ballband Dishcolth, and Garterlac

 I used to be more of an original (maiden name) . . .

HowManyOfMe.com

There are: 13 people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

but, now I am more common (married name).

HowManyOfMe.com

There are: 1,045 people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

Oh, that’s right I changed the name of my blog. It’s still in the same place, just a new name. I’ve been using sewcrafty as a screen name for almost 10 years on various message boards, etc., but I was surfing the blog-o-sphere last night and was amazed at how many sewcraftys are out there.

Okay, I’m not sewing as much anymore, so maybe a new name for the blog would be appropriate.

What is the source of inspiration for the name, you ask. My dear friend Jennifer, the woman I blame (yes, blame!) for my sewing and knitting addiction and by way of knitting the whole spinning thing.

When my daughter was very little, a year and a half - maybe two, she suggested I should sew for her.

“Kids clothes are so quick to sew, and they use such small amounts of fabric. Really, you should sew for Bug.”

I already quilted so I had the sewing machine, and cutting paraphernalia, I just needed to pick up a few patterns and some fabric. I made most of Bug’s clothes until she started school.

Two years later: “I’ve been knitting,” she says, “you should knit, it’s so relaxing.” No. Way. Not. Knitting. I still have all this fabric from when you said I should start sewing.

As you all know, I started knitting. I love knitting. Knitting is portable, knitting can be picked up and put down in a way sewing cannot, especially with kids around.

Do you see what a bad influence she is on me?

After starting to knit I met a whole new group of enablers friends. These friends spin. They make beautiful yarn and knit wonderful items from that handspun yarn. “I’m not going there” was my mantra for many months, until, while at Saturday morning knitting, I was talking about how I was not going to go down the spinning path. “Why, not?” they asked.

I explained about the quilting stash, the scrapbooking (did I forget to mention that one?), the sewing stash (I have a serger, an embroidery machine, and enough patterns and fabric to clothe a small third world country), the yarn stash (I have a thing for sock yarn).  I didn’t need a spinning fiber stash, along with the spindles, wheels, niddy noddys, etc, etc, etc, that go along with a new hobby.

This was met with a terse, “That sounds like a personal problem, not a spinning problem.” Gee, you think? I caved and took the spindle class, now I own a wheel.

So, what does all this have to do with the name of my blog? One day while talking to Jennifer I mentioned the “it’s all your fault” thing, to which she replied, “Well, yes, but you forgot to tell me at the beginning of all this that you had a little bit of crazy leaking out.”