Monthly Archives: January 2007

2 + 2 Still Equals 2

I finished the two socks on two circs.  (I don’t normally block my socks but for photo purposes I used the instructions for the sock blockers online by bending coat hangers. The website I found the directions on is gone now.

yarn:  Regia 6-fadig Country Color / color #4758

So here’s my opinion about this method.  This is just my opinion.  It may be great for you.  I wasn’t crazy about the 2 on 2 method.  I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been using dpns so long but I just never got to a point where I was totally comfortable with it.  The one major pro was being finished with both socks at the same time.  I can achieve this by knitting a little of each on dpns though.  The circulars just always seemed to be in my way.   Made it seem faster but I’m sure that’s just in my head.

I really tried not to cheat but after several attempts to do the heels, I did put them on dpns until I got to straight knitting again.  I doubt I’ll ever knit socks this way again.  I originally thought that I’d do at least one more pair to see if it grows on me, but really, I didn’t enjoy it so what’s the point?

And remember this whole mess so that I could knit until I ran out of yarn equally?  What a waste of time. It was all for nothing.  Look how much I had left of each ball.  If I’d knit until I ran out of yarn I’d have thigh-high stockings which would be fine if I was going for the school-girl look but if I were, it wouldn’t be in this pattern. 🙂

So, what took me so long?  I’ve been working on a couple of other things.  One of them I can’t really show you yet, but here’s a hint:

Hardy Stock

After my last post I pulled all my old genealogy files out and joined Ancestry.com.  Wow.  It’s amazing how much the internet helps in the research.  From right here at my desk, I found more in a weekend than I found in all the days and days that I spent in the National Archives and Library of Congress when I lived in the D.C. area.

I’ve mainly been working from my grandmother back.  I got stumped in 1880 because the line I was researching came from Nova Scotia (Campbell and Fraser) during that year and I’ll have to order vital records to get more information.  The 1890 Census records were destroyed by a fire and it’s really bogging up my research.

Since I couldn’t go any further along that line I started looking up another line. I was amazed to find that my tenth great-grandparents are John Alden and Priscilla Mullins who came over on the Mayflower and founded Duxbury, Mass.  I called my Gram to tell her and her reply was, “I could have saved you a lot of work and told you that”.  This is the price I pay for not getting to live around my family in New Hampshire very much. 

So I thought it’d be fun to see if any of you are my long, long…… long lost cousins.  At the end of this post you’ll find my family history to the Aldens and Mullins.  As you can guess, most of them were born, lived and died in Duxbury. Edith Chick Hodgdon was my great great grandmother and her mother, Christiana Soule Chick, was the first to move away… all the way to Watertown, Ma. (a whopping 40 miles away).  This photo is Edith with her sister, Elizabeth. My Gram believes Edith is on the right.  I can totally see Gram and my aunts in both of these women so who knows. Edith’s mother-in-law was Georgianna B. Allan Hodgdon (the great granddaughter of both Col. John Allan and Col. John Crane that I wrote about in my last post).

A Heel Is Born

Thanks for all the well wishes.  I’m back to normal.   The stuffed nose is even gone.  It was kind of nice to sleep for a couple of days.   I’m not a sleeper so on the odd occasion that I do, it’s pure bliss.

Winter has finally arrived here in Bavaria, Germany.   It seems it’s coming in full force.  The forecast is up to 12 inches in the next couple of days. Yesterday I was wearing a thin jacket around.   This morning, I was shoveling a ton of snow so the boys could walk out to the bus stop. I just let Aggie out a bit ago and she didn’t know what to do.  It was hilarious to see her go running to the door only to come to a skidding stop to look at all the white stuff that was all over her yard.  I’m really hoping they call a snow day tomorrow.  The boys have a four-day weekend (not really sure why) so it’d make it a five-day one full of fun sledding and hot cocoa… oh, and shoveling… lots of shoveling.  Good thing I don’t need to go anywhere today.  I can’t unless I go dig the mound out at the end of my driveway that the plow truck left there.  Swell.  I *really* miss Dan. lol.

I’ve been working on the socks on 2 circs.  Still haven’t decided if I like it or not.  Here I am working on one of the heels (I did them one at a time – impossible to do both short-row heels at once):

Here it is finished:

I have to admit that I ended up ripping it back out several times after knitting the other one and something just didn’t seem right (the stripes weren’t even close which led me to believe that I’d knit something wrong).  I ended up cheating and putting them both on dpns to do the heels.  I’m working on the ribbing now and am about 1/3 done.

While I was knitting on them last night I was watching the PBS special (on DVD) of Colonial House.  I LOVE these shows.  I was hooked on Pioneer House so I had high hopes for this show.  I watched three episodes last night and it’s really starting to get interesting now.  And they have Texas Ranch House out now!  Already ordered it so I can watch it when Dan gets home.  Did I mention that’s TWO WEEKS FROM TOMORROW…. but on to my story…

I took note that a lot of the men were wearing knitted hats that looked felted.  They seemed to be brighter colors than I would have imagined the Puritans wearing.   I love it for the scenery as well.  It’s shot in Maine.  Even though I’ve never actually lived there, I’ve visited often and it’s where my ancestors came to America from Scotland (through Nova Scotia).  My grandparents live about 20 min. from the Maine state line, so they didn’t go far. lol.

I especially like the inclusion of the Passamaquoddy Indians.  My seventh great-grandfather was Col. John Allan.  He was born in Edinburgh Castle when his father was there during the Scottish Rebellions.  They moved to Nova Scotia after the war as his father was given land there by the government for his service.  John Allan was a member of Parliment but ended up going against the crown and helping the Colonists.  Basically, his job was to keep the Indians of the Northeast on the Colonist’s side.  If you’re really interested (it is a really interesting story if you like history), you can read more here.   I even have an excerpt out of a diary of a girl that visited the Allan family.  It’s so cool to read about how they played the piano and sang songs to entertain her and how kind they all were.  Nice to know your kin were kind.

Lubec, Maine from Campobello Island (following pics are scans from old film snapshots):

Dan and I met at an Army school outside of Boston (Ft. Devens – I’m so sad it’s closed down).  About a month into the school we went on a trip to Maine.  I was going to see some papers on the Indian Reservation near Lubec that Col. Allan had written.  Dan claimed he wanted to go to see the Pow Wow they were having that weekend.  I was a little slow in realizing he was interested in more than the Indians.   The name of the cabin we stayed in was Blueberry Hill.  😉  We were married a little over a month later.   Maybe Fats was on to something! We went back there a couple of years later with 10-month old Daniel:

If you’re still reading I’ll tell you a funny story.  I knew that Col. Allan lived on an island off the coast of Lubec. There is a monument there where he and his wife were buried.  We went down to the dock and found a man that was about to take his family on a little boat ride.  He gave us a ride to the island and said he’d come back and get us in an hour.  HOW STUPID were we?!  The funny thing is we didn’t realize how stupid we were until we were sitting there waiting for him.  There was a salmon farm a little ways off and we were wondering if the faint figure we could see would hear us if we started screaming.   But the man did come back for us and returned us safely to Lubec…. obviously.

Dan, Daniel and Dallas (I still miss that dog and she died seven years ago) at our Blueberry Hill:

I’m Thick

I hab a cold, throat hurtths and my thinuthes are thtuft up.

My favorite tea cup and some Echinacea tea with honey was in order last night.  I was feeling pretty bad yesterday and this morning.  Feeling much better tonight though.  Still achy.  Dan has the exact same thing and we’re 3,000 miles apart.  Go figure.  So I slept most of the day today (which is HUGELY unusual for me – I am not a sleeper) and when I wasn’t sleeping I was on the couch knitting.  I cast on the socks that I wound the yarn for the other day.  I’ll let you know how I like the two socks on two circs deal.  The jury is still out and I’m trying to give it a fair trial.  It’s just new and fumbly to me right now.

I love how the thin green line formed a kind end of toe thingie… bob… macjigger… duhicky…. what’s that called anyway?

Okay.  The Nyquil’s hittin’ hard.  Time to go find the Sandman….

Pride

A beautiful sign that the deployment is almost over.  Time for the awards.

I gotta brag.  Dan was awarded his second Bronze Star.  The first one was for his last deployment to Afghanistan.   I’m glad they recognized him for his hard work and commitment.  Only 26 days… 25 really, today is basically over. 

I’m SO proud of you, Babe!

Bright Ideas

I think there’s a fine line between a genius idea and a stupid idea.

Sometimes I scare myself.  Need a reminder?  Check out this dumb move in Egypt.  You’d think with past experiences and living with my brain for as long as I have and knowing the way it works I’d learn and become very leery of a bright light bulb going off over my head.  But nooooo…..

You are not allowed to laugh at me and I will share.  I want to knit two socks at once (because I never seem to finish the second sock) using a ball of the Regia I showed you in the last post.  The problem is it’s one ball.   I need two.  Normally I’d just remedy this by knitting from both ends of the ball.  If I do that with this yarn the stripes will come out vice versa from each other on the sock.   Could be an interesting design detail for some but I’m a matchy person and they have to be the same.  Just sayin’   😉   (that’s for Norma – NowNormaKnits2).

So I started thinking about how I could separate the ball into two that are the same size.  I thought I could just wind off a ball and weigh it as I go until I get to 75grams on my scale.  I thought that wouldn’t really work though because you can get a lot of extra yardage in a gram.   Okay.  Not a lot but I wanted to be more precise. 

Light bulb!  I’ll wind it off on my niddy noddy so I can actually count the wraps!  Genius, right?  That’s what I thought, too, until my arm was about to fall off about halfway through the ball.  Stupid.  I could have used my skein winder.  It would have been quicker and easier.   

I used my 1.5 meter Ashford niddy noddy.  The yarn band says there’s 375 meters in this ball.  I counted 226 wraps.   I could have counted wrong and be off by a few wraps but I figure that at only 339 meters (and don’t even get me started about the knot near the end).  That’s 36 meters off.  Even if I miscounted a couple of wraps, that’s a lot of yarn but we’ll worry about the difference in yardage later.   

Back to my plan.  I’ll count off half the wraps and put a marker there so that when I’m winding it back into balls off the swift I’ll know where to stop.  I know.  Genius…..

Yea.  Not so much.  When it’s on the niddy noddy… you can’t tell exactly which wrap goes in what order, so if I put a marker on wrap number 113, it’s not necessarily going to be in the middle of the yardage.  In fact, the odds are that it definitely won’t be in the middle.  ARGH!  See?  Stupid.

Light bulb!  I’ll put it on the swift and mark off one spoke so that I can count rotations as I’m winding it off into balls.  It may not have been the most efficient way but it only took about 45 minutes (counting taking pictures) and now I can just knit toe up until the yarn is gone.  This makes me very happy.  I know.  You don’t have to say it.  I’ve lived with me for 43 years. I know I’m a little tightly wound.

They each weigh 75 grams.   Ahh.  Perfection.   I recounted the yardage.   Still came up with 226 wraps.   I realize that the yarn company probably had it under tighter tension when they measured it but holy cow!

So now I’ll be in a big rush to see what I come with at the end of each sock.  Of course, I’ll lose a little yardage on one from making the socks start out at the exact same color repeat (again… I know.  Just let it go.  I can’t be changed).

I’ll keep you posted.

Forget Saturdays!  28 DAYS LEFT!

Glorious Sound

Click Click Click.  Hear it?  It’s my needles!  Seems my knitting is back.

I’m whispering that because I don’t want to scare it away again.  It’s like having an old friend back.  I love the sound the needles make.  I pulled Birch out of my basket and have been working on her while watching season 2 of Grey’s Anatomy on dvd.  I already saw most of it but figured I’d re-watch since they are finally going to start showing the third season in February on Armed Forces Network over here.

I forgot to show you all the sock yarn I scored at the Rothenburg Christkindlmarkt before Christmas:

Yea… I know what I said about getting rid of stash but I don’t really think sock yarn counts, do you?  I still have a sack of yarn that I bought just before we moved back to the States the last time.  That was six years ago, folks.  Back then, Regia was harder to find in the States and twice as much.   With the exchange rate, it’s not so cheap anymore.

Dan got word a few days ago.  He should be home on February 7th!  That’s five days earlier than we thought.  That’s LESS than a month!  Being a seasoned veteran at this deployment thing though, I am not telling the boys until I know Dan is on the flight.  We’ve had an extremely mild winter (I don’t even think you could call it winter) here in Germany.  It’s snowed twice and both times melted within an hour of hitting the ground.   The pessimist on my left shoulder is whispering in my ear that Feb 7th is the day the snow will finally come in the form of a blizzard.  The optimist on my right shoulder has reached around and smacked Lefty upside the head.

Last October I planted a bunch of bulbs in baskets to force and give out to friends in the gloom of February.  The thing is, it’s been so warm they sprouted early (even in a dark garage) so I figured what the hey and brought them in the house.  I really didn’t expect them to bloom because they didn’t have any dormant time but this morning I found a lone red tulip starting to bloom.  Made me smile.

Happy NEXT MONTH!

The new year means a lot to a lot of people.  This year it means one thing to me.  January 1st means that I can officially say my man comes home NEXT MONTH!!!!  Gotta tell you, 2006 pretty much sucked for me.  Don’t get me wrong, good things happened and I’m grateful for them but I’m REALLY happy to say hello to 2007 and all the adventure it’s going to bring.  Dan coming home, moving back to the States (I’ll miss Europe, lived here most of my adult life, but I miss family more), settling in at West Point (please God, let us get housing) and let’s not forget… RHINEBECK!!! 

Let me tell you, that move is going to sneak up and bite me right in the arse.  I can’t believe the movers will be here in about four months.  Right now all my thought processes are just getting ready for Dan to come home.  There’s racks of beer to be bought, banners to be made, favorite meals to be planned out….  a house to clean so that he doesn’t think aliens moved in and took his wife.

It’s amazing.  My mood went from the  doldrums to ecstatic overnight.  I’ve been walking around the house all morning all happy and every now and then I yell, “NEXT MONTH!  IT’S OVER, BABY!” and the boys get this scared look on their faces like their mother just lost her mind (little do they know that happened years ago).  A few minutes ago Joseph said, “Mom, people are going to think we’re crazy.  Please stop that.”  Yeah…  what do you want to bet that by the end of the day he’s the one that’s going to be yelling it and I’m going to be the one asking him to stop.

The boys and I went out to the field next to our house last night.  We have an awesome view of the Marktplatz and church towers of our town.  You can see it here from pictures I took in February (when we had this white stuff called snow).  Fireworks over here is a whole different story than in the States.  You can buy them everywhere for a couple of weeks before New Year’s Eve.  And they set them off everywhere.  I picked up a few stray rockets from our backyard this morning.  I was hoping to capture the light of the church towers in the fireworks but I didn’t get it.  Not a strong enough zoom lens and too far from the action.

I really think that my lack of knitting over the last year can be blamed on depression.   I mean, I picked up knitting again (and reading… which I also haven’t been doing) just a couple of weeks ago.  Dan’s coming home soon.  Coinkidink?  I think not.  Here is the progress on said knitting:

Don’t you hate the way cotton looks all uneven until you block it?  And so much for better photography.  It’s a very grey day here in Germany due to rain… again… not.snow.  Rain, rain go away bring a blizzard any day!  Yeah.  The blizzard will happen the day Dan’s plane is supposed to arrive.  Wow.  How’s that for snarky?  Even though you can’t tell it from that last paragraph, I really am in a good mood.  🙂

Another project I worked on was embroidering polo shirts for Dan and his troops for Christmas gifts.  I ruined the first set of polo shirts and had to order more so they were late getting to them but they loved them.  They also had SA (Special Agent) and their name under the  badge: