Black Magic Woman

This was another part of my birthday present. I bought some "Black Magic Woman" batts from Enchanted Knoll Farm. You saw the singles in progress in my last entry. This stuff is kind of like a good book you can't put down, in that you just can't stop spinning it! I started on Saturday and worked my way through one 4-ounce package. There were two batts in the package, and since one was a tad larger than the other, I still have some singles left on one bobbin.

The skein above weighs 3-3/4 ounces and contains 240 yards. I still need to wash it and set the twist, but even without that finishing touch, I am pleased with how the yarn came out. I might...just...need...more...

...yes. Even though I still have no idea what this yarn wants to be...

Happy Birthday to Me

I finally did it. I caved in and bought a Woolee Winder for my Schacht. It arrived today, a late birthday present. (The Big Day was February 23rd, and I am now 46, in case you were wondering.)

The gorgeous fiber I am spinning with it is called Black Magic Woman, and it is a scrumptious blend of very soft wool, fine shreds or sari silk, and a bit of angelina for sparkle. It spins like an absolute dream. If you like it, visit Enchanted Knoll Farm and see what other goodies are available. Every time I go there to look, my "buy it now" finger trembles like Dr. Strangelove's arm, and is just as difficult to control.

I do not know what this stuff will want to be yet, but I have a whole eight ounces to spin before I have to a) decide, or b) let it mellow in the handspun stash until I wake up dreaming of...a stole? A scarf? A shawl? Need to buy more before it's all gone?

The possibilities are endless, of course.

I had started this on one of my Golding spindles, then decided spindling exerted too much pull on the yarn. I was breaking the yarn and dropping the spindle too much. So, I decided to put it aside and wait for the Woolee winder to arrive.

It was worth the wait. I love the way the singles are turning out. Josette's beautiful batts were perfect for the...er..."maiden voyage."

New Stuff in my Etsy Store

Please come and Visit Me!

I am going to be phasing my "good stuff" -- i.e., anything I have hand-processed in any way and made into skeins -- out of eBay and on to Etsy. EBay is turning into a real rip-off for small vendors who don't do high-volume sales, and recently I have had a couple of icky transactions with other buyers/sellers. After three years of mostly positive experiences, it's discouraging to have business slow down as much as it has, and then to have more of what little business there is be unpleasant. I'll give it time, but I think my "art" needs to be in a more conducive venue.

People who hang around Etsy seem to be friendly, and generally appreciate and desire quality products, so I'll try a little harder there. I'm hoping it's just a matter of getting noticed, which takes time, but I have plenty of that, and a part-time job to keep finances ship-shape (if I don't venture into any yarny/fibery places, that is).

On the needles now is a UFO from approximately 2001. It's Marianne Kinzel's Thistle Shawl in a handpainted Shetland jumper weight I bought from Pam Grob in 2001. I think the last time I worked on it was while I was trying to rehab the broken elbow the doctor refused to set. I put it aside and started a heavyweight chunky Shetland sweater instead -- guess the shawl was too lightweight to be of much rehab use, or perhaps it was too complicated for a knitter so distracted by PAIN. (I can't remember. I've blocked it. The memory, that is. Not the shawl.)

Of course, if I knew THEN what I know NOW, I would have made notes regarding where I left off, but...it took me a dang long time to figure that out on Friday night, but I did get there and resume knitting. And yes, THIS time I'm keeping track.

My reward for finishing this, besides the obvious one of getting to wear the thing at long last, will be to choose one of Alison Hyde's patterns from her wonderful book, Wrapped in Comfort. I have been perusing this book since August, and the patterns are all so splendid, it's hard to choose which one I will try first. Eeny-meeny-miny-moe!

Best news of all for me right now is, I have a Room of My Own. I haven't had one of those since about 1987. This one is still waiting for light-switch plates and vent covers, but otherwise it is pleasantly habitable. And I can lock the doors if I have to. I spin, I knit, I compose Etsy listings...maybe sometime this year I will be legit as a business of some sort?

Well, at least it LOOKS official....
And yes, that's St. Cecilia above my head, and Rory Gallagher next to my elbow. It wouldn't be Home without both of them. St John the Evangelist, patron saint of writers, will join them, albeit on a different wall, as soon as I can get a decent color scan of his page in my book about the Book of Kells.

The Spindle Collection

I think this is most of them. I also think maybe this spindle addiction is getting a wee bit out-of-hand...

My friend Cindy took this photo at our October Spin-in at Sue's.

The spindle loaded with blue-and-white stuff is my Bosworth Moosie. I finally just measured that 2-ply silk yarn off from the spindle. 90 yards. I wish I had kept it as a single and plied it with some wool! I would have had 180 yards. As it is, the skein weighs 1/3 of an ounce. It's my own kettle-dyed silk roving.

If you were 90 yards of 2-ply fingering weight silk yarn, what would you want to be made into?

P.S. -- That was 180 yards of silk singles on ONE SPINDLE!!!!!! I can't believe that much fitted on a single spindle. The Moosie isn't terribly large, either...

Got Dye?

You've seen the picture on the left before. It's the Rory Gallagher scarf I finished in Maine last weekend. The picture on the right is the very same scarf, overdyed in a vivid blue. It's a much more vivid blue than I expected, but I rather like the electric vibe it gives off. Dare I say that I think Rory himself might have liked it, too?

What a journey it was getting to the finished color! Today marks the second time I have thrown this thing into a vat of blue dye. This first attempt, a little earlier this week, was Not Good. I followed the procedure I usually follow, measuring 1-1/4 oz of citric acid into my kettle full of water, then added my dye solution and stirred well, then added my pre-soaked scarf. Then I turned up the heat and waited until the temperature was right, but...why, o why was it not sucking up that blue dye like nobody's business?

Lift the lid, stir gently, and o, ye Gods, what on earth is that SMELL???

Rhode Islanders will understand when I say it smelled like the Vendresca Brothers had offloaded their truck into my dye kettle, and the stench was rapidly permeating every inch of the house.

For those who are not familiar with the Vendresca Brothers, what's brown and sounds like a bell? DUNNNNNNG. Human variety. Peeeeeyuchhhhh.

Was it something about the merino yarn I was dyeing? I mean, what does anyone know, really, about how a mill treats their stuff? Should I buy more and see if this new batch is just as stinky, or....?

In the morning, I checked the box where I keep my citric acid, recalling that there was also a bag of soda ash in there, too.

Uh-oh.

I used soda ash instead of citric acid. They are both the same color and in similar sized bags and the lighting wasn't good when I started the project and my brain wasn't quite in gear and...

Sheesh! No wonder I only got powder blue instead of the medium stonewash denim color I wanted.

Today I used the right chemical. There was minimal stench and the color is much closer to what I intended.

Just to prove I Can Do It Right, I dyed three more kettles full of stuff today. Pictures coming when the resulting yarns are dry.

It's later than it should be for supper, but I'm putting the finishing touches on anyway. I forget to eat when I work as hard as I have today, and I just realized I'm actually quite hungry!

New Rory Gallagher Scarf

I have been in Maine since Friday evening, and was able to finish my latest Rory Gallagher scarf this afternoon. Mind, this has not been blocked yet, nor is it the color I want it to be yet. However, The firstborn assured me that today I received a package in the mail, and I'm guessing it probably contains the Jacquard dyes I ordered, so......when I get home and have a minute or two to myself, I will be dyeing this BLUE.
I used KnitPicks Bare Merino DK and size 5 needles, and ended up using about 2-1/4 skeins. So, when I get this pattern written out, I figure 600 yards of any DK weight yarn should be more than enough.
Here I am, modeling the scarf in our sitting room in the hotel in Stonington, and unfortunately having a Weird Hair Day.

I hadn't knitted this pattern in a long time, so re-doing it now enabled me to dispense with a couple of twist cables I didn't really need, and thus keep the focus on the cables that pertain to Rory. The diamond motif is called Homes of Donegal. Rory was born in Ballyshannon in Donegal. The cables flanking the diamond motif are "Cork Cables." Rory spent a goodly portion of his non-traveling time in that city, and most folks still consider him to have been a Cork native.
I definitely think DK weight is the way to go with this scarf. The one I made a few years ago, from fingering weight Shetland, seemed it would never end as I worked on it, and worsted weight proved way too much of a good thing.

Ultimately, this will go to a stateside friend from the Black 47 tour, who is doing me a big music-related favor. I don't think he'll mind being a guinea pig for the latest version of this project.

I'm awfully pleased with the way it came out, and know it will look even better after dyeing and blocking.

What to knit next? Decisions, decisions....

What was I thinking?

Hello, and welcome to Mad Angel's "What Was I Thinking" Gallery!

I finally got my shipment of vinyl sweater bags in the mail yesterday, and in hopes of Getting Organized (or at least starting to), I spent the evening going through my sweater chest. And, oh, the things I found lurking there!

Pictured below is Phoebe. She was about 8 years old when I began this sweater, knitting like mad while waiting for her at ballet lessons. I was dying to try my hand with mohair, and didn't have a whole lot of money to spend on yarn back then. I found this MONDO ball of variegated mohair at Fabric Place for about fifty bucks. I bought it because the label assured me there was enough for an entire sweater. Man, was there ever! I was so proud when I finished this, but no matter how many different articles of clothing I tried to wear it with, it just...wasn't right. It wasn't Me.

Phoebe is now eighteen and can get away with this. in fact, she's probably the only person in town who can get away with this. Better She than Me.


Not too long after I tired of Hairy Bargain Mohair, I took up handspinning. Now mind you, I did some very tasteful projects early on. A pretty Aran baby sweater for Daphne and a Christening set are the stand-out items from that era. Then I decided it was time to tackle something handspun for Me.

Ruh-roh, as my dear friend and co-worker Cheryl says.

It was my first visit to Halcyon Yarn in Maine. I was overwhelmed by the bounty there, both in handspinning fibers and yarns. Oh, good glory day! I wanted to be bold and adventurous, and I sooooo loved purple. Two pounds of the deepest, most luscious purple roving I have ever seen just sort of...fell...off the shelf and into my outstretched arms. That would have been fine, but then I spotted this vivid, sunshiney yellow. So not me, but such a pretty, lively shade! OK, I'll take a half pound of that, too. And I will Navajo-ply every inch of both colors, and I will knit...what? Oh, yes, a raglan roll-neck sweater with flappy wide sleeves and a flappy wide body, with wide stripes of purple interspersed with narrow stripes of yellow. Oh, my, yes...if one happens to be a Minnesota Vikings fan...which I am not. I was always strictly a Miami Dolphins fan back when Bob Griese and Larry Csonka ruled the day and won Super Bowls and stuff like that, playing a damn good game and no one needed Janet Jackson and her half-time boob flash.

But I digress.

I had been thinking of dismantling this sweater and making something tasteful in plain purple, but...there were so many ends woven in. And when I undertake to weave in ends, I REALLY weave in ends. So, imagine my delight when Phoebe plucked it out of the pile of sweaters on my bed and said, "Ooh, what's THIS? Can I have it?"

"Sure," I said. "It will save me taking it apart and re-knitting it."

Amazingly, like the Mohair Monstrosity, it suits her. And yes, if you click on the pic for a larger view, she does have a lip ring and is very proud of it. It wasn't my idea, and this, too, shall pass...or so I hope.


Phoebe also inherited a lot of blankets and shawls that didn't suit me, which were too nice to get rid of, and so I just kept them. Lots of mohair scarves, too, all of which "came with the house." Now I have room in the sweater chest for my more tasteful woollens, and sometime in the next couple of weeks I will also bag up the stash of yarns and things that have been living in my room in Rubbermaid tubs for the last couple of years. I find I am eagerly looking forward to having a floor again.

More Rory, this time from 1979, performing A Million Miles Away in the context of a power trio. I just viewed this whole concert on video recently. I had never seen it before. He was on fire. Utterly. Totally. Watch him!

A Million Miles Away

Lest you think I have lost my mind...

Here is some knitting. These are my variations of smariekknits Persephone scarf. The black one is a double strand of a fingering-weight alpaca/silk blend from Elann, knitted up on size 3 needles. It's a very dense, heavy, luxurious fabric.

The green scarf is done in a single strand of Berocco Ultra alpaca/wool blend, on size 6 needles.

Both yarns were fabulous to work with, and I adore this pattern!

And sometimes I just get punchy...

Call me a curmudgeon for this if you like, but I have always detested the Pina Colada Song. Every time I used to hear it come up on my co-workers’ radios, I found myself offering silent rebuttals in my head. So, without further ado…something I have wanted to do for awhile now…

Overanalyzing the Pina Colada song.

I was tired of my lady
we'd been together too long
like a worn out recording of a favorite song…

You think you’re tired of me???? Maybe you oughta wash your own crusty jockey shorts. As for cooking dinner for yourself, don’t make me laugh! You don’t even know how to open a can of soup. Can you say, starve?????

So while she lay there sleeping,
I read the paper in bed;
and in the personal columns,
there was this letter I read.

If you like Pina Coladas
and getting caught in the rain,
If you're not into yoga,
if you have half a brain.
If you like making love at midnight,
in the dunes of the Cape,
then I'm the love that you've looked for,
write to me and escape.

Well, you’ve gotten really BORING lately, man. And what ever happened to that half a brain you had once upon a time????

I didn't think about my lady,
I know that sounds kinda mean.
well me and my old lady,
had fallen into that same old dull routine.

Eat, sleep, sex, football. Eat, sleep, sex, football…zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…and whose fault is that?????

So I wrote to the paper,
took out a personal ad,
and though I'm nobody's poet,
I thought it wasn't half bad.

Ha! Well, you still have more than half an ego, at any rate…

Yes, I like Pina Coladas,
and getting caught in the rain,
I'm not much into health food,
I am into champagne.

Yeah, if it’s Andre’s el-cheapo rot-gut…

I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon,
and cut through all this red tape,
at a bar called O'Malley's,
and we'll plan our escape.

Perhaps you should listen to Nick Cave’s song about O’Malley’s Bar sometime…

So I waited with high hopes,
and she walked in the place.
I knew her smile in an instant,
I knew the curve of her face.
It was my own lovely lady,
and she said, "Aw, it's you!"
and we laughed for a moment,
and I said, "I never knew..."

That you were married to a Lorena Bobbit wanna-be? Surprise, surprise, surprise!!!!!

That you liked Pina Coladas,
and getting caught in the rain,
and the feel of the ocean,
and the taste of champange.
If you like making love at midnight,
in the dunes of the Cape,
your the lady I've looked for,
come with me and escape.

Can you say, permanent vacation?
(Sound of chainsaw firing up in the background.)
Say hello to my little friend!!!! Buwahahahahaaaaaaaa...

If you like Pina Coladas
and getting caught in the rain,
If you're not into yoga,
if you have half a brain.
If you like making love at midnight,
in the dunes of the Cape,
then I'm the love that you've looked for,
write to me and escape.

Who wants to escape next???? Buwahahahahaaaaaaaa...

Etsy

Just a quick note to say I have re-opened my Etsy shop in hopes of making some sales in time for the holidays. You can find my store by clicking on the link below. Thanks for looking!
Mad Angel Creations

I'm finally in...

Yow. So, here I am in Dublin, and it took me a donkey's age to figure out how to get in here using the hotel's internet system. What a royal pain in the arse! I can't post any pictures yet, 'cause there's no way to hook up my camera, but suffice it to say so far the trip has been interesting. Alas, no wool, though, unless you can count what's on the backs of the sheep, which is strictly off limits to me. Ah, well, it's not like I "need" any more yarn or fiber anyway.

Belfast yesterday was an Experience. We were in the heart of Bobby Sands territory, and had a wonderful meal put on by a local Irish (Republican) society. Irish Republicans are not to be confused with American Republicans. Think socialism and the rights of the working class. They were most kind and welcoming, as were the folks at the Roddy McCorley Society, where the guys played last night. There was an interesting museum upstairs having to do with the Troubles and the hunger strikers, and the North's struggle to be free of British rule. Unforgettable, to be sure. I expect I'll be thinking about it and continuing to form opinions for a long time to come. I was a callous, ignorant, self-centered 19 year old when Bobby Sands led the hunger strike. I certainly didn't understand it at the time. I'm not sure that I totally understand it now, either, but it still moves me. Having driven through loyalist territory yesterday in the hours before the show, I felt I had been changed somehow. More about all that when I have had a chance to think it out and I am no longer wrestling with trying to post on the television screen!

I will say that when Larry sang his song about Bobby Sands last night, I was crying before the song was half over. Partly because I had seen all that historical memorabilia upstairs, about a 27 year old man who had starved himself to death rather than forsake his principles, and partly because I knew what it meant to Larry, to be able to sing that song in Belfast. My head is still reeling, so much so that though I could have gone to Kilmanham Gaol again, I didn't. Emotionally, I don't think I could have stood it. Tonight's show should be equally intense.


We are off to the show by bus in a lttle over an hour, and I need a rest, I think. I did something weird to my shoulder a few days before I left town, and it KILLS if I stay vertical too long without rest and Ibuprofen. LOTS of Ibuprofen, and when all else fails, whiskey. [sigh] Remember how I said I was afraid I might knit myself into a silng finishng the Rogue? Well, I think I may have done it. Ouch. Still knitting on the bus, though, and have not given in and stoped at a chemist's to buy a sling.

Getting old bites, but I guess it's better than the alternative....

Remember me?

I have been bad about updating yet again. What else is new? Above is a terribly belated picture of me in Maine, on a "pinky schooner," wearing my gorgeous wool/cashmere sweater from Knitman. (There's a link to his blog in my sidebar.) The picture cannot do full justice to this garment, especially since I am not exactly sitting pretty, and the dratted "fanny pack" kind of interferes with the drape of the garment around my middle. [sigh] Anyway, it was cold, drizzly, foggy day, and I was very glad to have that sweater, plus my Noro watch cap and my Fair Isle fingerless gloves. (The gloves came home with me from Unst last summer, purchased in Margaret Peterson's shop, NorNova Knits. I loved that shop, and I loved Margaret. It was so hard to say goodbye, and I cried when it was time to go.)

In this photo, the sweater and I are in the schooner's galley, endeavouring to warm up a bit. Not easy, as the woodstove had gone out, but at least I was out of the wind for a few minutes.
My first-born borrowed this real sombrero from a friend of hers, and since she left it sitting on the dining room table, I couldn't resist trying it on. Wow, these things are HEAVY! I would not want to have to wear one of these as a regular part of my wardrobe. (N.B. -- No margaritas were consumed at any time during the day when I posed for this pic. I was just feeling naturally goofy.)

Beyond all that, I have been power-knitting to finish my Rogue hoodie in time for my trip to Ireland. I managed to finish it this weekend, but my wrists sure aren't happy with me. The sweater is wonderful, though. Big and warm and will accommodate many layers of clothing. It was worth the achey wrists and tingling fingers. (Nothing a bit of Ibuprofen and a few nights in wrist braces won't cure...) I'll post pics sometime soon, when I can coerce one of my loving family to take them.

Also coming soon will be pics of my new stash/inventory room. It is finished enough for me to start stuffing it from floor to ceiling, and so I have been doing since yesterday afternoon. Suffice it to say, I have pretty much reclaimed much of my living room space and can actually access two of my spinning wheels. Since I am in project withdrawal after finishing the Rogue, I might reacquaint myself with my Merlin Tree wheel. It has been waiting for me patiently for months now, while I played with drop spindles. ;-)

I don't intend to give up the spindles. I like them too much. But I like my wheels, too, and was just to lazy to move stuff to get to them. I think I hear some Ashland Bay roving screaming my name...

I'M IN!!!!!!!!!!!!

Got my Ravelry invite this morning, just in time for me to have to leave for WORK in fifteen minutes. [sigh] But I'm in. I'll start uploading when I can. My profile is still bare bones, but if you want to look me up in future, I'm madangel. Shite. I gotta go get dressed and LEAVE. [insert Fred Flintstone style grumble here]

The Hat, Etc.

As usual, I have been simply dreadful with updates. The weather was hot for a long time. I mean, really, really, hot. My brain turns to mush in the kind of heat/humidity we had. Plus I threw my back out at the beginning of August. No writing was happening at that point. No knitting, either. Excruciating pain has this annoying way of making one unable to focus on anything else at all except -- where did I hide that old codeine I've been saving for just such an occasion???? I am much better now, even functioning and moving like a normal person, and think that I will never let the doctors give me muscle relaxers again. They do nothing for pain. They simply render you unconscious, and if you're lucky, you wake up 24 hours later with the pain gone. If it's still there, pop another pill down the hatch. Ugh! Next time I think i will just have some Scotch.

So, here at long last is The Hat I made for my acquaintance in England. I have been meaning to post pics for a long time! Even with a terrific digital camera, it is very difficult to photograph myself decently. If I posted the ones that didn't come out right, you all would have an awfully good laugh at my expense.
The fiber is a lovely merino/tencel blend, and I really enjoyed working with it. I think there will be more of this stuff in my future.
All the spinning was done on my wonderful Golding Swan Lake spindle. I thought the pattern was my own concept, but then found a similar one amongst the chemo cap patterns on Janet Szabo's site. Probably the only change I made was to use Barbara Walker's "Cork Cables" for the band. A little remembrance of the wee man from Cork, of whom my acquaintance is also a fan.

Speaking of Rory, the North American version of his Rockpalast concert DVDs was finally released. My copy arrived in the mail just in time for hubby's weekend in Maine, meaning I actually got to watch some of the footage right away. (Hubby is not fan. He'd rather have thrash/death metal over Rory. This I do not understand.) So far, the most wonderful part has been viewing an acoustic set from 1976, which up until this point I have only heard. (Bootleg recording. Shhhh...) Rory uses his National steel resonator for most of the program, and on the final song, he plays it lap style. I've never seen anyone do that before, so it was really interesting to watch from a technical standpoint. And when I'm not inclined to study technique, the man himself was a hottie at that point in time, so there's a treat for the eyes as well.

I now have the entire Frankie Miller/Rory Gallagher jam session so finally I have seen more than just that terrific performance of "Walkin' the Dog." (I think I posted a You Tube link for that one a few posts back.)

I guess I haven't written a thing about a movie I saw recently and loved. It's a few years old now, and was not an expensive DVD. I bought it because the lead singer from Gogol Bordello, Eugene Hutz, plays one of the leads. I adore Gogol Bordello, and was curious to see how Eugene might do as an actor. Wow! I don't want to say too much about the story, but I will say that this is one of the best movies I have seen in a long time. It starts out funny, but really packs a wallop later on. And Gogol Bordello makes a humorous guest appearance in the train station scene at the beginning.

Work continues on Doubtful Sound. Honestly, these characters are leading me around in a very interesting way, but I am drawing very close to the dreaded "gap." This means, roughly, that I got ahead of myself and started writing future bits before completing the earlier bits. I now need to write a lot of "filler" to bridge the "gap" and tie everything together.

Work gets better and better since our front office person walked off the job in July. She has now been replaced by a woman who not only says good morning when I come in, but engages me in pleasant conversation for a bit. This morning's topic? James Joyce, and the steamy letters he wrote to Nora Barnacle. I did not know about these letters. Now I do. Yowza! Pretty naughty stuff. But I digress. This lady also likes to write, enjoys all kinds of music, has a great sense of humor, and she likes me and will not make it her life's goal to get me fired. Morale in the workplace has soared through the roof, and I no longer wonder, fearfully, what head games will be played on any given day. Work is about work now, and the atmosphere is friendly. Sometimes good things DO happen to good people!

Sometimes I Can't Resist...

So, I followed a link on Knitman's blog (see my sidebar to read him) and took a personality test. Sort of a simplified Meyers-Briggs thing, and discovered my letters have changed. Or, well, one etter has changed. I used to be INFP. Now I am [ulp!]

You Are An INFJ

The Protector You live your life with integrity, originality, vision, and creativity.Independent and stubborn, you rarely stray from your vision - no matter what it is.You are an excellent listener, with almost infinite patience.You have complex, deep feelings, and you take great care to express them. In love, you truly see relationships as an opportunity to connect and grow.You enjoy relationships as long as they are improving and changing. You can't stand stagnation. At work, you stay motivated and happy... as long as you are working toward a dream you support.You would make a great photographer, alternative medicine guru, or teacher. How you see yourself: Hardworking, ethical, and helpful When other people don't get you, they see you as: Manipulative, weak, and unstable

What's" Your Personality Type?

I don't know why it bothers me so much to come out with a J instead of a P. Maybe another day would give a different result? Who knows.

J. Sheesh! Though I must say, SOME of the description is spot on.

And this is hubby. Bingo! There was no question that explains why he won't wear a kilt. :-(

You Are An INTP

The Thinker You are analytical and logical - and on a quest to learn everything you can. Smart and complex, you always love a new intellectual challenge. Your biggest pet peeve is people who slow you down with trivial chit chat. A quiet maverick, you tend to ignore rules and authority whenever you feel like it. In love, you are an easy person to fall for. But not an easy person to stay in love with. Although you are quite flexible, you often come off as aloof or argumentative. At work, you are both a logical and creative thinker. You are great at solving problems. You would make an excellent mathematician, programmer, or professor. How you see yourself: Creative, fair, and tough-minded When other people don't get you, they see you as: arrogant, cold, and robotic

What's Your Personality Type?

Spindle Spun Yarn for a Special Project

It's no secret that I am a Rory Gallagher fan. A HUGE Rory Gallagher fan. Rory Gallagher's music is practically a religious experience for me, and the boy surely didn't ever hurt anyone's eyes, either! So, all that taken into consideration, of course I belong to a list or two where people's feelings about Rory are equal to (or greater than) my own.

So, I was really sad to read that one of our nicest English fans is currently struggling with cancer and chemotherapy, and has lost her hair. We're only nodding acquaintences on the list, but I still felt moved by her story and sent a message offering to make a hat. I told the lady to pick a color, and I would get the roving and spin and knit for her.

Well, of course a blues fan will choose blue, so I found this gorgeous merino/tencel stuff. The only trouble was, I wanted to start spinning when I wouldn't have a wheel on hand. What you see in the pictures is four ounces of 2-ply yarn, all spindle spun on the Golding I treated myself to at NH Sheep & Wool this year. So, the spinning went a little slower than it would on a wheel, but it's all hand done, and many good vibes for this nice lady have gone into it. For a fellow Rory fan, I will of course design something that has a relevance to him. The hat will be a watch cap, but the band at the bottom will feature Cork Cables, from one of Barbara Walker's treasuries.
Rory lived in Cork City for quite some time, and my friend just had to miss the 2007 tribute show held there due to her illness. So, Cork Cables seem significant, plus it's a nice stitch pattern.
The closeup picture gives the most accurate depiction of the color. I just love this yarn! Had never worked with tencel before, but will never hesitate agan. What beautiful stuff!

Off to knit now. I can't wait to see how this is going to work up, and I'll be sure to post pictures when I have something else worth showing.

About 20 years ago...

Actually, it's more like 22 years ago, that I worked in a crappy little record store in West St. Paul, Minnesota. There was this annoying assistant manager who was useless as tits on a bull, BUT in retrospect I have to admit that he was good for something after all.

This all started with my signing up for Rhapsody about a week ago. I was heading back to work and knew I would be completely lost without my mp3 player properly stoked up with tunes. For a modest monthly fee, I can get unlimited downloads of all sorts of stuff. I just can't burn copies of anything unless I buy the tracks. OK, fine. I use the mp3 player everywhere, even in the car. As long as I stay subscribed, I get to keep what I download. Tres cool. I have been revisiting music I haven't heard in 22 years.

But back to my useless assistant manager.

He was a fan of a local musician who had just released his first album. Who knew I would fall in love with that album the way I did?

I lost the cassette copy I made a long time ago, and I had almost forgotten about it. Then last night as I was scoring tunes by the Yardbirds and Traffic, I remembered Paul Metsa . His first album, Paper Tigers, has just been re-released on CD. Rhapsody has it, along with a couple of his other releases. I feel like I've gotten a hug from a long-lost friend, and not only that, I have an opportunity to catch up with his most recent work!

The link will take you to his page on CD Baby. There are audio samples. Check him out, you won't be sorry.

There are now seven parts of Doubtful Sound up on the website. Just updated yesterday, so if you've been waiting with bated breath...

Well, a writer can fantasize, can't s/he????

I've been spinning on my Golding spindle, but haven't felt much like knitting lately. I seem to go in phases. C'est la guerre!

New look!

Well, it's very cool that blogspot now lets me customize my blog so it's more "me," and so the text is large enough and visible enough for people to read! The older these eyes get, the harder it is to read small print, and many of my friends are in the same boat. Hope this makes the blog a little more pleasant for everyone.

The new header is an old pic of me. I was all of 6 or 7, I guess, and at that age, this is what I thought Tchaicovsky looked like. If he did, no wonder people had interesting ideas about him...

I'm a little bummed now 'cause my mother is pulling a lot of nonsense with me, and the trouble is, I'm not sure if she really is confused all the time, or if she's yanking my chain. She has been a great manipulator in the past, so I don't trust her. On the one hand, she cannot/will not keep any of the details straight regarding her medications and tests, is still balking about eating, will not bathe, will not gently exercise by walking as the doctor wants her to. in spite of all that, she thinks she is perfectly competent to drive and wants her car back. It's getting difficult enough that I finally put a call through to her doctor today and told her what's been going on. As regards the driving, the doctor is behind me 100%. Ma is mad as a hornet. I don't give the proverbial rat's posterior. If I put her back behind the wheel and she kills someone, that will be on my head for the rest of my life. I'm not willing to take that on. There's enough stuff in my life I sweat bullets about, without adding that to the picture.

Actually, I suppose saying I'm a little bummed is a gross understatement. I'm mad as hell, actually, because she is throwing away her chance for a good last few years of life with both hands. There's no excuse for it, as she came through her bypass surgery extraordinarily well. Better, in fact, than anyone, even the surgeon, had any right to hope. I've been trying very hard to be a good daughter and help her out with stuff, but it's all met with ingratitude and hostility. Also, I hear more and more frequently that she believes my sister and I made her go through with the surgery. She has said it to me, my sister, and also to various medical professionals, right in front of me. And it is a blatant lie! We encouraged her to have the surgery, in hopes that she would start feeling better physically, and that the general feeling of well-being might enable her to have some quality of life in her twilight years.

So much for that.

She has wanted to die since my father passed in 1983, and I believe that the only reason she signed on the dotted line was because she thought it would be her ticket out. She'd go to sleep and not wake up again.

So much for that.

I'm tired of bashing my head against the wall. I want to run, far and fast, and never look back.

I feel like the only way I'll ever be free of this burden is if she dies, or I die.

This sucks.

Time to listen to some Rory Gallagher again. At least when he is playing and singing, I don't feel so alone...

More Kick-Ass Blues!

I must say, I just adore You Tube! Some folks post the best darn stuff. This one is from the German program, Rockpalast, circa 1978. Live jam session -- off the cuff with no prior rehearsal! Frankie Miller is even more obscure in the States than Rory Gallagher. Who would know he's a Glaswegian, listening to that voice? Fact is you can't tell until he speaks at the end of the song. After seeing this video a few years back, I went on a quest to acquire as many of Frankie's CDs as could find. At the time, they were mostly out of print and I paid waaaaay too much for them. Good news is, many have been re-released, with bonus tracks!

Frankie Milller and Rory Gallagher

To learn more about Frankie, check out The Official Frankie Miller Website. It's a pretty incredible story.

No knitting content today. I'm between projects and have been spindling. I think I've become an addict...

People are STOOPIT!!!!

Well, some are, anyway. Stupid and vile. I am talking about the disgusting stunt Mark MaccGowan and Yoko Ono pulled this week, allegedly as a vegetarian protest against fox hunting.

Yes, folks, to draw the world's attention to the cruelty of fox-hunting, and to piss off the Royal Family, they cooked and ate a Corgi.

It boggles the mind! I wonder if they have any idea how many Corgi lovers are ready to kill them at worst, or at best, send them recipes and the main ingredient for Corgi-poop casseroles?

I found the man's e-mail addres and sent the following note. He may never read it, but at least I spoke my piece.

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Mr. Mac Gowan:

I hope you realize that your recent gourmet adventure did little to promote awareness of the cruelty of fox hunting. Rather, you have inspired a world full of Corgi lovers to despise you and wish you much ill. That the Corgi in question was already dead is kind of moot, don't you think?

Corgis are wonderful, lively little dogs, loyal companions, captivating, and funny. I have three myself, and do not know what I would do without them. After reading about your stunt yesterday, you can be sure there were hugs and skritches for them, and more than a few tears. If someone had done this to one of MY Corgis, "blinding urge to kill" would not even begin to touch upon how I would feel!

Have you ever owned a pet yourself? A beloved childhood dog, perhaps? And what if your mum had decided that, instead of burying your loyal, loving companion, you would have it for dinner. I mean, it's meat, good source of protein, waste not, want not.

I continue to be utterly horror-struck, and I am not thinking about fox-hunting. I honestly wish I could throttle you, but think I will go and hug my Corgis instead.

With hostile regards,

An American Corgi Lover

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As for Yoko...she can't sing worth a damn. If not for John Lennon, she'd have vanished in obscurity.

God rot their Corgi-eating souls!

Mr. Finnegan says: "Hey, Mark and Yoko, I'm hungry, and I think your livers would be tasty stewed with apples, onions, and a few spices..."