Chickenlips Knitting

Wow, so many of you like The Trees! I'm glad I asked, because I really didn't know. Huge thanks to all of you who voted, I'm very appreciative of those who spread the word about my little contest and overwhelmed that so many folks took the time to visit my blog. I apologize for the confusion--yes, I meant please vote for your favorite among "Ghost Rider," "The Trees," "Closer To The Heart" and "Xanadu". No worries, though--the people have spoken, and everyone who leaves, or has left, a comment will be entered in next Saturday's drawing. Comments are still open on the contest post.



The dyeing, and experimenting with new colorways, continues. Here are the fruits of last week's labor.

"Parisienne" (merino version)

"Afterimage" (this one is a Rush song title)

Yesterday I sold one of the "Afterimage" skeins. Need to get some different dye shades, as my black separates out into shades of gray, and true brown looks rather poo-like. Perhaps chestnut would give better results.

Everything's A-OK

The "family emergency" I alluded to last post was a distress call from my MIL, who was at the end of her rope with taking care of Jason's dad, whose Alzheimers' continues to worsen. J. went up to Spokane last week to see if they could get some help from the VA, and got in touch with an attorney to help his mom wade through red tape so that his dad can eventually be in a nursing home. Arrangements should have already been made for this, but drinking, being mean to his family and hoarding money were always more important to his dad. I would never say anything unkind about my long-suffering mother-in-law, because she has always been good to me and I love her as if she were my own mother. Sorry to sound so cynical about father-in-law, but I have no feelings for him. He's been a shit all his life.

On a much more positive note, I went through the icky prep procedure for the colonoscopy Thursday night, and the exam itself on Friday morning. I'm absolutely fine, and won't have to do that again for 10 years. Yeah baby!

Poor but happy

I've never been more broke--I owe my arse in student loans and credit card debt. Yet every day gives me a chance to work on designs, or plan dyeing, or do one small thing to make my vision take shape. And little by little, it is. I was invited to be the speaker at the January meeting of the PDX Knitting Guild! Whaddya know, I get to yammer about my passion for coloring fiber, to people who really are interested in hearing about it. Angels are putting in good words for me, and steering me in the right direction. I've been very, very lucky, and I'm grateful.

Off to do mom stuff now--back in a few days.