Friday, January 30, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
My dog is on a play date with the American Bulldog across the street.
It's a pretty even match, though Parker was doing some interesting wrestling moves when they played yesterday, involving reaching his head under the other dog's belly to grab his back leg in his (Parker's) mouth. Much gnashing of teeth and growling and tossing one another over sideways. They went outside for a while, got cold and came in, went out again, came in. Are dogs any different than your average little boy?
I'm working on putting together a website and finding a space to occasionally rent for yoga therapy sessions. I'm looking for space in an existing practice, medical or yoga or some sort of healing venture, or in a public building, a church or temple, that would feel welcoming. I don't need much space: just enough for a small table, two chairs, a yoga mat, and a ceiling high enough that taller students will be able to bring their hands over their heads without grazing a knuckle.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Designer: Kristin Nicholas
Source: FolkStyle, ed. Mags Kandis
Yarn: Malabrigo in four different colors (Frank Ochre, Cadmium, Tuareg Blue, and a pink whose name I can't recall), about 1/2 skein of the blue, smaller amounts of the other colors
Needles: size 5 and size 7 16" circular, size 7 DPNs
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
And having babysat a lamb years ago (my father had a client with a farm and for some unremembered reason was able to bring a little black lamb home for the weekend, which stayed in the basement in a small pen and was bottle fed) and still able to summon up the dank smell of the fur, the continual bleating, the lack of concern for grooming or cleanliness (sheep are not cats), and the general disinterest in humans (sheep are not dogs ), I should not crave one.
But look at their faces. Almost Albert Einstein or Yoda, but with fur, or is it wool?
Friday, January 09, 2009
Thursday, January 08, 2009
The feeling that you shouldn't ask for too much or be too happy because then the boom will get lowered, the other shoe will drop, and things will go bad. The intellectual suspicion of coincidences that are neat and fortuitous. The impatience with flabby New Age writing which wants to tie everything in life into a neat, happy, healing bundle.
So what does it mean if this morning, when I had the seven millionth idea about an idea for a yoga therapy business, that when I Googled it, that the first hit was my blog? It's a post from 2006 and it does not even mention the words that I Googled. (See, I'm not going to say the name yet because it might bring on a curse or bad luck....) It does offer up a feeling that was driven home by my time in India: as a country, we need to do a much better job of accepting and welcoming those who are different from us.
And the post before the one that came up as a hit? A poem by Mary Oliver. On New Year's eve, we had dinner at the house of one of my yoga students. As we were playing Scrabble after dinner and exchanging presents, I mentioned, upon seeing some one's gift of a Mary Oliver book, that I hadn't read her. I was told that I needed to and that I would like her writing.
Apparently, I already had, but would not have remembered if I hadn't followed the path from the words that I was searching the Internet for. Which brought me back to my homepage.
Discuss amongst yourselves. I have no idea what to make of this.
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Please stop tempting me to read every entry in the Vivian Knitalong on Ravelry. This will not get the sweater knitted. Nor will reading through each of the 77 entries on this sweater nor surfing the Internet for random postings.
It's time to choose a sleeve size and get on with it. (Which means I only have to rip a sleeve beginning one more time - which will make a total of three, including the two sleeves started on double points and now the latest sleeve worked flat - much much better - but worked for the size 40 instead of 34 specs and it is looking very big. And I did learn from Ravelry that Ysolda Teague, the designer, says that the fabric will stretch about an inch, so I'm hoping that the sleeve size that goes with my body size will work.)
Please also remind me that I knit because I enjoy it.
PS It's snowy and cold and dark. I must venture out to teach yoga, but when I come home, back to the sofa and reading a book.
Sunday, January 04, 2009
It started with the Not to Knit class this fall. Two sessions on the many ways that we can go wrong when we knit a sweater. Some are in the knitter's lap: not reading the pattern; not looking at the specs (which show measurements for sleeves, bust line, waist, and so on); being romanced by a yarn that is not right for the project; willfully (that would be me) refusing to take the time to swatch and thus depriving oneself (that would be me) of really important information on how this yarn and this size needle and this knitter will produce a certain product that may or may not be right for the pattern that sweet-talked you into making it; not stopping to occasionally measure the product to see if what you (that would be me) are knitting is close to the specs (see above) noted by the designer.
Other factors, not necessarily deliberate, may also assist you in taking a wide detour around the sweater that you are wearing in your mind's eye. Perhaps the picture in the magazine doesn't show all the details, like that heinous band around the bottom of the thigh-length tunic which does little for any one's shape. Or the model is standing so as to hide the many extra yards of fabric, so that the sweater that seems to be narrow is, in reality, trapeze-like. Or, the color in the photo is miles away from the color of the real yarn, and you (this would not be me) keep trying to talk yourself into the hope that what looks like mud will knit up into a rich brown shade.
Not because it's the new year, but because it is cold and I'm stuck inside and had time on my hands, and because the most valuable lesson of the very helpful What Not to Knit, for me, was: look at the specs. Compare them to the specs from a favorite pattern. Or measure a favorite sweater and compare that info to the pattern that you're considering. Below, the specs from Vivian:
Alongside each measurement, from cuff to height of hood to sweep (that's the measurement of the base of the garment), I noted measurements from my favorite, orange, hooded sweater from Anthropologie. What I found is that Vivian is cut much closer in the arm, smaller in the waist, and has a hood that's about three inches shorter. Overall, my favorite sweater is drapier, looser in the sleeve, and has more of a bell effect at the cuff.
Then I forced myself to do a swatch with my yarn, Debbie Bliss Cashmerino Aran (I think that this is color 16). The pattern calls for a thicker yarn, but I loved the color and feel of this cashmere-wool-microfiber blend. I made a pair of Fetching a year ago in the same yarn and color.
Friday, January 02, 2009
I now have an option in my blog for (translation) transliteration into Tamil, Hindi, Kannada, Malayam, and Telagu - five different languages from different states in India. Does anyone else have this?
Unfortunately, there is no Tamil equivalent for Arrrrggghhh, which is how I feel right now.
Let's see if fairy godmother (translates) transliterates: பைரி கோட்மொதேர். Hmm, I hope it has the same connotation, because truly, I am wishing for someone to come down, wave a magic wand, and produce a yoga therapy practice for me. (Ain't gonna happen. ஐந்த்' கொன்ன ஹப்பேன்.) Instead, today's goal is to put together a ten-minute presentation on yoga therapy and its benefits.