Wheels or yoyos, whatever they are called, they are fun to crochet. I took my work-basket full of wheels to my weekly BeadLadies meeting. By the end of the meeting the wheels had been dug through so they were somewhat mixed up.

Then the basket tipped over on the drive home. When I got home I decided to dump them out and start taking photos of my process of getting them back into order. It was kind of fun to really mess them up even more to see the way the colors looked. Although I am far from being done, I think the end result with all 3 rows of color will work out well.


This blanket won’t look as eye popping as my RetinaBurn. Good thing because it is meant to be a fibery healing tool.

Right now it is my bit of color therapy. There are a lot of changes in store for my life and having something calming and orderly helps me to relax and not get too hung up on perfection.

There is also the therapy of putting them back into some sort of order. Especially since getting them back to that planned order will help me to finish the 2nd row, and do the 3rd color row. Each stack is 5 wheels of the same 1st and 2nd rows = 30 rows per outer row color, right now I have 30×5=150. There will be a total of 210 wheels/yoyos that will be turned into 210 hexagons.

Just a few minutes later I ended up with this photo on the right.

Back in order and more easy to see that I still have both the dark blue (looking like black in the photo) and purple 2nd color rows to do before I can tackle the 3rd and final color row.

Here they are resting in my work-basket. hexagon-yoyo3

I will be finishing up the 2nd rows and maybe even moving ahead to the next row tonight! Whee!

It has been such a fun project so far. What are you all working on?



Homey, even a little homely (proper or suited to the home or to ordinary domestic life; plain; unpretentious). In meditation practice/life one attempts to become okay with being uncomfortable, to let go, to be present with accepting ourselves as we are right this moment. I am not talking about letting things be in a lazy way, but in the way that I am trying to let go of perfectionism, because ultimately perfectionism is ego.

There are many things in each day that can are jarring, uncomfortable, not balanced that aren’t okay – they need changing, or perhaps just by noticing and asking why brings some sort of peace in getting down to why life is the way it is.

I was thinking about my ripple afghan and how nicely homey/homely it is. Each color seems to stand out, especially when there is only one row. Then with two rows it starts to blend. It is almost like magic. Maybe it is because I become accustomed to them after a bit, and then they aren’t so jarring after all. Then the process starts all over again with the next new color. Life as afghan. *grin*

I love all the colors so much that I can’t bring myself to just carry along the few I will be working with – they have to be all together in a big baglady bag, or like a traveling circus.

baglady ripple afghan

After I had a few stripes done I realized that I am recreating a yet-to-be-created-planned-but-not-even-started quilt done up in 30s/40s prints.

ripple afghan like 30s prints

I am really loving it!


Keeping a record

Late last year I started up a little notebook for my knitting – socks. This year I realized that I should use it for all my projects because why not?

I am a big fan of taking a copy of my purchased pattern or magazine. I mark up the copy with my changes, or make sure that I can figure out where I am if I need to put the project aside. Because I had transitioned from doing other’s patterns for socks to basically doing my own (or redoing ones that I have done before ) marking up a copy didn’t work anymore. Hence the little book.

It is a nice small size; something that fits easily into my knitting bag, or in my small purse. It has a built-in elastic band that keeps the book from flopping open in my bag or purse. I can also use it to mark the page when I am knitting so I don’t have to search around when I need to refer back to my notes.

Here it is, open to my page of notes for this one red sock:

one red sock

On the cover of this little book is a pretty green background with purple flowers and a quote from Buddha, "We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world."

I guess I am making the world into one big sock! *grin*



I finished 2 scarves for the red scarf project (button on the side bar). I think they turned out nice. Decided to make a wrapper/label with the care instructions on the backside. That took a bit of doing, because the scarves ended up being a bit thick, but then my noodle turned out and I realized I could wrap just part of it, and still make a tight fold to get them into the box.

Here they are, ready for their journey to warm two people’s necks:

red scarves by zenknit

There has been some really good discussion online on blogs about knitting for charity. Of course, people are split on this topic – those that feel that one should knit for charity, those that do it because they want/like to do it, those that don’t because they feel strongly about it for their own reasons, etc.

I guess I want to get my 2 cents in. I knit for causes because I want to, because it pleases me, and because I can. I choose organizations that touch me. Yes I know that sometimes knitting vs. just sending money seems kind of silly. Sometimes I don’t have the money for a donation, but I do have lots of time, a lot of yarn and a desire to connect with the recipient. I try to make nice objects that will appeal to a wide range of people, or at least something that I would like. I think nice thoughts while I am knitting the items to infuse them with a bit of love energy, because I am working on compassionate action as part of my spiritual work. I hope the recipients feel the good vibe. But if they don’t that is okay too. It does make me feel good to do nice things and I think that feeling good about doing good is fine. Practicing love is always a good thing, and I cannot begin to want to judge other people’s intent in their own practice (life).

Loving my family members is easy (for the most part *grin*). Loving my Dad is especially easy because he is just one of those good guys. WT and I went over to Mom and Dad’s house (where Chaachi and Vim live too) to celebrate my Dad’s 81st birthday.

Just a bit of cake and ice cream and a few gifts. We are running out of ideas of what to get Dad and Mom, for that matter. Here he is opening up a great gift from Chaachi, a police-band/weather scanner.

WT and I gave him a gift certificate to Half Price Books. Dad reads a lot of books. Chaachi and I are always snooping around for free books that are placed in coffeehouses and such, ala Bookcrossing.com. It is just nice to take some time and choose a big pile to read and not have to be hemmed in by price.

WT and Dad really enjoy each other – which is such a blessing for me. No tense in-law moments in our home.

Vim is in the background trying to figure out the scanner. Before we went home Spencer got a chance to give Dad a birthday hug too.

He likes to wrap his paws around people’s legs/feet. It is usually very deliberate, and we believe that he knows what he is doing. He is a Reiki healing therapy dog and very bright.

More knitting! I finished my Foxy Lady scarf. Here is a funny self-portrait; trying to get a photo of the scarf in action:

At least it shows the color a bit more true. Here is another that shows more detail:

I am still in my February=Red mood. Working on that pair of pink socks for me. Using the stitch pattern from this sock pattern called Little Shell Socks. The sock yarn is Trekking XXL and is very regularly striped, which is unusual for Trekking. There are parts of the yarn that have a very shrimp or sushi look, and with the shell pattern I am going to call them my shrimp socks.



The usually kind, helpful and considerate folks over at ivhosting.com took down my blog because it was "abusing the server". That would be okay except that they did not tell me that anything was wrong, did not ask me to attempt to fix it, they just took it down.

I have been spending time bringing it back up, only to have it brought down again. I could not figure out what was causing the problems, and they were not willing to help me figure it out.

Here I am in a new space, choosing to retype some previous entries, and being somewhat okay with letting go of the older stuff. Restoration from the old blog is not possible. For some reason WordPress does not have an export to another WordPress location. Weird, huh?

It isn't the end of the world, but maybe the beginning of the end of the world 🙂  ~~~  I have a Plutonian sense of humor.

Speaking of Pluto, WT and I went to an absolutely fabulous lecture on Friday and then a workshop with Richard Tarnas on Saturday.  He speaks about history, ecology, life, from a very interesting perspective.  He is an astrologer, and not so ashamed to admit it.  In fact, he recommends one to know ones chart and keep track of transits.  A deep fellow, one to watch.  His two books are huge!  We are starting his 2nd book, with plans on going back and reading his first just as soon as we can.  If you are interested, check them out:


I started the Cocoon vest/shawl thing from Meg Swansen’s, A Gathering of Lace, maybe about a month ago and then discovered that laceweight has a very wide range. The merino laceweight that I was using was about 1/2 the weight/thickness (whatever) than the yarn used in the pattern.

I am wondering why most laceweight patterns are using icelandic laceweight? One, it is not very lacey – almost a fingering weight yarn, and two (and this is all 3rd hand) kind of scratchy.

Enter KnitPicks Palette yarn. Okay, so it is a true fingering weight and therefore slightly thicker/heavier (whatever – again) but because the pattern I am using only comes in 2 sizes, and I am still on the larger end of the spectrum – I decided to do the smaller, because it will be bigger because I am using "bigger" yarn, but not so big as the largest size because that would be upscaled as well, and then too big. (breath)

Here’s a photo:
cocoon vest from folk vests

Okay, so it isn’t a great photo. I put the Dali Lama’s photo in there because I was carrying him around, looking at him next to my pattern whenever I knit yesterday (Knitting for Peace). Gotta tell you, just looking at his photo is very peace producing. I highly recommend it.

Back to knitting. I took this photo mid row, so it is hard to see, and add to it the fact that I must-must-must get serious about getting a new camera. But this yarn is a really nice red. Kind of on the cherry side, just my color. It knits up nicely. The pattern is going well and this project will be done up quickly. That is my plan anyway.

I also hope you had a peaceful knitting day yesterday and today too!


Life’s Little Pleasures

Life’s Little Pleasures. I think that was a song that ended up being a ditty for a bean commercial. Life is strange isn’t it? It is also very wonderful, and the little things really can mean a lot.

Yesterday I had a great day. I kicked back for a bit at home. Got my email read, did some of my regularly scheduled internet noodling around. Then I needed to just get my butt out of the house. I had called to Borealis Yarns the previous night to see if they had another skein of the Gems Merino that I was using in my Highland Triangle Shawl (Folk Shawls). They did! So I knew I had better pick that up in case I had a lot of knitting time over the weekend. If all went well, Thursday was earmarked for some major knitting, as was/is today.

Anyway, I decided I had better get there before the day became too hot. On the way to the store, I just took a nice side-street route and thoroughly enjoyed the drive, instead of getting overwhelmed by all the nasty driving people that seem to be out there. My route gave me a view of a few groups of children being shepherded by adults – probably some special outings. Just like baby geese/chicks – all in a row. Very sweet.

Once I got to Borealis, I saw a friend from my Wednesday group, The Bead Ladies. Cool! So I thought that since I had brought my knitting, I would just kick back and knit. It was a lazy day there – not too many customers. Got up to get some coffee at the coffeehouse just next door, Dadders. One giant iced mocha please! Theirs is extra dark and strong. I like it fine, except my heart truly belongs to The Coffee Grounds. Good thing they are also my Wednesday gathering place, and where I will be again tonight. Anyway –

Back to knitting, sitting, talking to the 2 ladies working at the shop that day. Sorry ladies, just can’t remember your names right now. Excellent help in these two folks. A couple knitters came in for help and advice and were treated very well. Ditto for the little boy, probably a neighbor. He wasn’t shooed out of the store – treated as respectfully as any adult customer. Bravo!

Had great conversation, decent coffee, good company, good knitting time. I also figured that I might not need that extra skein, so they will just hold it for me until the end of next week – great! By the time I was getting ready to check out (a book and some sale yarn) it was already 3:30 pm!

I got some more knitting in last night, but then just pooped out – enough knitting for the day. Here are some pics so you can see how far I am:

highland shawl

highland shawl center

Before I took these I went outside to check on the dog (he is an indoor dog, but likes to be outside for a bit each day). Anyway, I saw that his pool was empty. So I rinsed it out and started filling it. Filling it takes a bit, so I decided to go inside the house to get my camera for the photos. By the time I was outside again, he had already jumped in the pool to get cooled off. He had jumped out again and had this "busted" look on his face. I think he thought I was going to be angry. I wasn’t but he just couldn’t be coaxed back into the pool.

By the time I had taken the shawl pics, he was back to his sunny self:

And then changed into his bored look:

As you can see by all these pictures, we do not believe in weed control. I just hate putting pesticides into our Earth, just for the sake of a lawn. Weeds are people green too! And when they are mowed, hardly anyone knows. I know I could do a lot of non-pesticide weed control, but frankly, it just isn’t worth the effort right now. Who gets to decide what is a weed vs a plant, anyway? I know there is probably a determination by some scientific classification, but I am just saying. And to prove my point, Did you know that dandelions were brought here because we didn’t have them?. Like I said, I am just saying.

Back to life’s simple pleasures. I have a very blessed life. I love my life. It is rare that I don’t find something to grin about, laugh about, sing about, joke about. When I was thinking about it this am I realized that life is pretty complicated. I think because we have so many options, and because so many things can go "wrong" that might lead us to believe that life isn’t good, but if we think about all the choices we get to make – all the abundance that is in most of our lives (and I am not just talking about money either) we all have so much to be happy about. It makes the choices that don’t turn out as planned much more liveable. It really is all about attitude anyway.