Another Hippy Hat Naming Poll

Boy, talk about messed up day. Last night, I went up to bed at 8:30pm-UN-heard of! I had had enough for one day, felling grumpy and getting snarkier by the minute. I just wanted to get into bed and knit. So, that’s exactly what I did~ turned on the boob toob and watched some TV, got nearly 2/3rds done with the hat! Posting updated project now.

I was sitting in bed and it occurred to me, (call it TBS, Tired Brain Syndrome) that the April Girl’s hat I’m working on now, looks like it has flecks of bread crumbs in it. The yarn is Red Heart Black Fleck colorway. SO, I think I’m going to take a poll on this hat’s naming, like I did the last one.

I’m mulling over some ideas like:

  • Food Fight Hat
  • Chimney Sweep
  • Meteorical Shower Cap
  • Dome-O’rigato (2nd choice)
  • Space Rock
  • Starry Night Cap (3rd choice)
  • Heavenly Fireworks– THE WINNER!  (contributed by KnitsforPreemies)

Heavenly Fireworks Hat

Nats, modeling the 3rd April Birthday Girl’s hat, for those needing inspiration~

Ina Goda Da Yarna Hat

Have a good night, Knit Junkies!


Find me your Tired, Worn-out Feet or How to Make Ho Chi Minh Sandals

This is a quick followup on yesterday’s Tire Episode.

Our neighbor was over today, and he was telling us about how the Viet Cong would recycle old jeep tires by making sandals out of the tread. They called them “Ho Chi Minh” sandals.

I looked them up on Yahoo search and lo-and-behold, there is a thriving market for these!

A fellow blogger even posted a blurb on how to make them

how to make ho chi minh sandals – Yahoo! Search Results

Nat went back and got her blown tire from Pete’s, in case the Rock company wanted proof. They called me today and requested a receipt for the tires, which I gladly emailed to them. We’re in hopes they will reimburse us for the one, we’ll see.

Here’s the Evil Rock of Doom~you can’t tell from the picture, but the dimensions are roughly 18″L x 14″ W x 10″ H and weighted approximately 60 lbs.

I’ll post a pic of The Tire later

Bumps in the Road

Boy, what a day!
Nats had to go in at 7am for a store meeting, lasted an hour. On the way home, a dumptruck deposited a HUGE rock in the middle of the road-and yep, you guessed it-BAM! instant FLAT. It was on a busy highway, no time to swerve and miss it without taking life into one’s own hands…so she called, upset-my first thought was OGOD what happened!!!
We hurried up and got over to where she was, arrived 15-20 minutes later-a local police officer had spotted her and had stopped to assist. She said one truck driver saw it happen and stopped to see if she needed help. He even asked if she had a spare, but she didn’t know about her donut under the trunk panel and told him , “no?” DOH! So anyway, the officer is there when we arrived, and Nats is shaking like a leaf, nerves shot.
After taking down Nats’ information, the officer followed us to gas station 100 yards away,  so we could get safely off the highway and not get killed by passing motorists. Then Harry, the gas station owner, saw us and came running out to help Mike remove the flat and put on the donut…what a guy!
Thankfully, Pete’s Tires is another 1/8th mile down the road so Mike and Nats followed me as I hobbled her car over to the Tire place. She was needing new tires this spring anyway, so we had them replace both fronts, they said the 2 backs were still in great shape-no sense hitting her for more bucks at this point…
After installing both tires, they test-dragged her car around the shop a couple times and found out one of the struts didn’t have a strut mount in place, bumpitybumpitybumpbumpbump when it hit a bump…no biggie, they said they can fix it later for $189. It’s not a major part, just an annoyance and Nats said she actually got used to it, chalked it up as an Older Car thing~
Later when we got home, I got on the phone and called the company.  I got routed to the person in charge, left a very polite if not slightly urgent message on his Voice Mail stating that I was going to be needing to speak with him regarding a “road incident with a dump truck, a rock and a cop…”and would he please return my call as soon as possible.
Then I had Nats go back and get the tire back from Pete’s, and she also got a picture of the rock while she was out. The thing must have weighted 60 lbs, the truck driver who stopped had moved it off to the side of the road so nobody else would hit it. Coincidentally, he was hauling a load of rock identical to the one found in the road. He wasn’t the driver of the truck in question, but as we were fixing her tire, we watched a similar truck pass the gas station heading north to the Rock company where they dump their loads for grinding. They have been traveling up and down the highway for days, we’ll never know which truck lost it’s rocks, but we can only surmise it was from the same company. That huge rock didn’t fall from the sky….

The front passenger tire was shredded and the hub cap was broken in two. I called the local Junk yard and they might have 4 Cavalier wheel covers that she can use. We’re waiting to hear back.

Oyes, I will be contacting the Rock company again tomorrow. I have a shredded tire and pictures.

Despite it all, Nats still loves her cute little zoom car! It’s worth it.

Hunter and His Gi-Gi’s

My DIL posted a picture of my Grandson Hunter with ALL of his Gi-Gi’s and I was surprised and delighted to see one my mother made for his daddy too!

This is an excerpt of her post:
Grandma AND Great Grandma Gi-Gi’s. The beautiful one covering Hunter was made by Richards mom Sandra and the yellow, green and orange one on the back of the couch was made by Richards Grandma Ranelli. You cant see it in the picture but under the blanket is the other one Grandma Sandra made. He loves them all!!

My mother made each one of her Grandchildren a Ripple Afghan. For that matter, she made every person who knew her, a Ripple Afghan.
When I cleaned out her Sewing Room, I found a trunk full of afghans she had made, and I treasure each and every one of them. She even got me started making them back then. One year, I believe it was 1977, I took orders from various people, and made 4 afghans at $25 each plus materials before Christmas.
That was my first taste of what it would be like to be my own boss, and I spent the next 20 years working to make that dream a reality! I made more than a dozen in the following years, while raising 2 children between 1975-88 and gifted them all. I remember going to Kmart, back when they had a craft section, and I’d buy 12 skeins of coordinating yarns, mostly Sayelle.
I had two more children from 1988-91 and lost interest in ripples for a time.

One day a next-door neighbor invited me over to sit and visit. While I was there, I noticed a beautiful multi-colored Rose Afghan laid out over the back of her couch. I commented on how lovely it was, the many colored flowers against an off-white border. She surprised me a couple days later by gifting the afghan to me. I was so shocked and happy, I couldn’t contain myself. I wanted to make another, but I didn’t have a pattern at the time. I got some yarn and sat down to begin counting stitches in a single square, and started making a new one. It wasn’t long before I had a whole  new complete blanket put together. I wish I could remember who I gave that one too~

What a wonderful thing, the Internet-I have located the vintage pattern and have saved a copy.

After my divorce, I lost track of that afghan, but I do have another one started and will eventually have to finish it. Maybe soon, I’ll pick it back up and get busy.
Ugh, the scanner does this one no justice-the colors are not at all as drap as it appears…I’ll have to wait for a sunny day and get a better pick of the entire works, to-date.
I’ll have to think about who will be the owner of this one.

For now, I have a couple knitted projects to complete-I’m on the final rows of Hannah’s Ina Goda Da Yarna Hat~my personal tribute to Iron Butterfly~

G’night, Lizzy B~

Baby Turtleback is Done!

Quick Monday update:

I finished Rhonda’s Baby Turtleback last night: (Note Mom’s Franciscan Apple pattern 3-tier condiments server in background)

Rhonda's Baby Turtleback

Since I don’t have a working model, I have to guess-timate it will fit, based on this picture:

Baby Turtleback

I will post pictures as soon as Mommy sends me some ♥♥♥

I’m getting ready to finish Mary Jane’s Hat #3 and then one more until I am done with April birthdays!!!

Vancouver Olympics 2010 | Tragedy over Triumph

Nodar Kumaritashvili , a Georgian luger, has suffered what sounds like one of the most horrible accidents imaginable just hours before the official start of the Olympics. According to the Associated Press, Kumaritashvili lost control of his sled, went over a wall, and slammed into a metal pole. » Full Story on

We watched in awe at the spectacle that was the Vancouver Opening Ceremonies. The show was awesome, digital technology at it’s finest. It was a beautiful celebration of the pride of Vancouver and all of Canada. We were captured by the displays; I can only imagine the high that each participant felt at just being there, in the glory of the moment;  what a feeling that must have been!!!


Tonight we got a phone call from one of our neighbors, learning of a near tragic accident that took place in our neck’o the woods last night at approximately 2:00am.  I was up and down having a restless night, but I saw nothing out of the ordinary.

Apparently one of our own, the drummer for Carry Nation Band was out on a snowmobile with a group for an evening of snowmobiling around the local area. They had stopped at the Blue Overall for a bit of warming-up and snacks,  before heading back out again. As everyone left, Jim headed toward home-just across the highway and through the woods, past Wandawega, and he’s there, right? not last night….

Somewhere in the darkness, his sled hit (something)a bump in the trail, causing the sudden impact to catapult him over the top of his sled and into a tree.  After laying there for 30 minutes or more, he was able to call out for help on his cellphone, and after several failed attempts, was able to reach a neighbor down the street. He said he was in trouble, had wrecked and wasn’t doing so well. By the time the neighbors got to the scene, other snowmobilers had arrived and were in rescue mode, covering him to prevent shock. His boots were knocked off his feet during the impact, so they put his boots back on in an attempt to protect his already frozen feet from the cold.

Two people from the rescue party brought him back home on a sled, but by the time they got back, it was evident  that he was in worse shape than they first believed, so an ambulance was called for. He was later taken by Lifeline helicopter to Froedert Hospital Milwaukee,  where he was placed in CCU. He was  conscious and heard to say, “just stupid”.

Our thoughts and prayers go out to Jim and his family during the days and weeks ahead, and for his swift recovery. We’re there for you, dude.

Artisan Bread in 5 Minutes, and other blogs I have known~

I have fond memories of 1963 and Germany, when my dad was stationed in Stuttgart. Mom and I lived on base in some apartments.

Mom and Dad wedding photo, circa 1944

Wisconsin winters remind me of Christmas in Germany. Lot’s of snow, and pines that tower above the buildings where we lived for 18 months. On winter days, we kids would build snowmen on the hoods of the tenants’ cars parked in the parking lot out front.

In summer Dad would take me walking through the Black Forest which butted up to the apartments, and we’d go on “squirrel hunts”. I remember he and I would hunker down (I was tiny at 4) behind a fallen log, and he’d tell me to be very quiet and a squirrel would come out. It wasn’t long before we spotted one, most likely checking out the two silly Humans wandering in his neck’o the woods.

Dad  would take me to a Beer Garten somewhere at the end of our walk-we’d cross over a foot bridge that spanned a little pond and creek. I’d watch the swans and geese that inhabited the pond.

On Halloween, us kids would dress up warm and make ready to go Trick-or-Treating in the complex. Mom made me eat a bowl of chili for dinner first, which I wasn’t too fond of. She wanted me full so I would be too full to eat candy when I got back.

That Christmas, Santa came through our apartment complex, sitting on the back of a Cadillac convertible. He waved at the kids in the parking lot, and I think he saw me from our upstairs window as I waved at him passing by. I was with a babysitter that day-I don’t know where Mom was, but I was in the middle of nap-time when the Babysitter got me up to come to the window to see Santa as he passed by.

On Christmas Eve, it was customary for the children to put a shoe outside their bedroom door. It was our hope that if we were good little boys and girls, Santa would leave us candy in our shoe (ewwwwwwe) and if we were bad, he would leave sticks. I was so happy to find candy in the morning, I was a Good Girl!

I was visiting a blog this evening, and in my search for a reference to Artisan Bread in 5 Minutes, I ran across a recipe for Brotchen (little breads). They are little crusty rolls, which we ate for breakfast, with real churned butter and jelly.

I ended up bouncing from post to post, reeling from my new discovery-recipes for Artisan Crusty bread abound! You absolutely MUST check the brotchen blog at at Artisan Bread in 5 Minutes. If you are into real crusty bread like I am, you’ll be hooked too!

Note to self: Must find Danish Dough Whisk.

Thanks, Virginia for starting me on a new pathway of  Bread Baking fun and for helping me to revisit some of my fondest childhood memories once again!! 😀

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