When it comes time for the monthly knitters guild meeting, my husband always checks with me earlier in the day if I plan on going, so he asked me recently via his iPhone. Unfortunately, iPhone’s Siri isn’t very familiar with the word “knitters”.
What a crazy few weeks it’s been. Where to start?
When I last posted, it was almost the end of August and Alex and I and the kids were off to the ocean for our summer vacation. Fast forward a few days with a rushed drive home from the ocean culminating in an emergency appendectomy (husband), in which we drove all the way back from our ocean trip straight to an hospital ER door. Follow that up with a last-minute, unplanned change of schools for our 7-year old (more on that some other time). Next was my trip to Los Angeles for Vogue Knitting LIVE! 2011 (more on that later, also). After that, I was home for 4 days before my husband and I flew to San Jose for a tour of the Tesla factory. Sometimes it’s just easier starting with the most recent thing first, so I’ll focus on the San Jose trip today, as well as some knitting..
So, Alex and I left the fall gloom of Seattle and landed in San Jose on a hot, sunny day—the sun felt so good. On our way to the hotel we happened upon a Japanese neighborhood festival and grabbed lunch. We had a hearty meal at Gombei.
I had broiled mackerel—amazingly moist and buttery—with a side of cool tofu with green onion and bonito flakes, and Alex had soba noodles on a bed of ice cubes, which we found pleasantly refreshing on a hot day.
Before we left the festival, I bought a beautiful pair of Big Sur blue jade earrings.
Later that day, we left for the Tesla factory.
What is Tesla? I can’t possibly get all the facts right, but it’s a car company founded by Elon Musk, and is on the verge of changing the way we think about electric cars. Gone are the images of little puttering electric cars that drive about as fast as a golf cart and have a range that takes you not much further than the confines of your city.
The sedan Tesla, Model S, will seat 7 people, will be completely electric, have enough charge to go up to 300 miles, and will be able to accelerate from 0 to 60 in 5.6 seconds. The current Tesla car, the Roadster, is a two-seat model, has a range of 245 miles, and accelerates 0 to 60 in 3.7 seconds.
It was quite an event, and we were there with a couple thousand future Model S owners for the tour and a ride in the Model S. The final version of the Model S has not been made yet and will not be available until 12 months from now, so we rode in a beta model. The test ride was fast, and demonstrated it maneuverability, low center of gravity (due to the lithium batteries on the bottom of the chassis), and responsive acceleration by taking it up to 70 in a short closed track. It was fun.
Knitting. I been using-up my stash of Zephyr 2/18 in black, making Kozue, and I thought I’d have enough for it, but I don’t. Having bought the yarn about 10 years ago, I couldn’t possibly match dye lots, so I bought some in a different shade, Claret. I decided that it would be best to add bands of Claret in various placed throughout the shawl. I’ve put a sizable band near the end of it, and now I’ll add a thinner band to the beginning by cutting into the earlier rows and picking-up stitches. Why do I always have to do things the hard way?
Just to prove I am knitting, here’s photo of my newest work-in-progress, Kozue by Kristen Johnstone.
It’s a super easy pattern and, other than a few rows of stitch pattern, it’s all stockinette. Nothing wrong with that, especially since it seems to fit my lifestyle these days. I would like to do something more challenging, but I just don’t have the time nor the concentration these days. Embrace the stockinette stitch, it is your friend, busy mom of two little people in the dog days of summer. Busy Mom. Busy, busy, busy.
Things I’ve been up to….
July was about summer camps for my son, though it’s up for debate whether he appreciated them and, truth be told, driving him hither and yon everyday just about did me in (thankfully, little sister had only one camp this summer). Upon remarking on just how busy we were, someone told me that this was just the way it’s going to be from here on. I maintain that not in my world will my children be so hyper-scheduled again, not if I can help it. Though I had a prescient moment back in June during the last week before the end of the school year indicating that I was in for a busy summer when I overheard another mom at a school event gripe that in a week her ability to accomplish anything would end until September. Wow. She was not kidding.
Pennsylvania sister-in-law and her daughter was in town for the first half of summer.
Cousin from France and her husband stopped by for a first visit. I’ve found that having small children in the family are a great lure for distant, long lost family members.
We made a family trip to see Thomas the Tank Engine at the train museum in Snoqualmie. The kids had a great time, of course, but my son enjoyed it more than he did three in 2008, and this was partly because with his sister along he had someone to enjoy it with. As a matter of fact, our 2008 trip was not very memorable, and thankfully this one was.
There were birthday parties, mine and my daughter’s (3!). Here are some pics from my birthday dinner at Mistral Kitchen in Seattle.
Birthday gift from my man: an external keyboard for my iPad 2. Love. It. Flip the iPad over and the keyboard becomes a hard protective case. Love. It. Love my man for thinking of this for me.
Friend from California (NoCal, to be specific) came to town, and with her visit I realized how much I wished she and her family would move back here, but there’s no chance of that, they’re smitten with NoCal. She and her hubby are old friends of Alex’s from high school, and of all his friends, I enjoy them the most.
And if I didn’t need more to do, I volunteered to head our somewhat embattled neighborhood landscape committee; people are really passionate about our community gardens around here. Of course, for some reason I’ve taken the job so seriously that I’m actually doing some of the labor myself, including transplanting shrubs, pruning plants in-between visits by our landscape service and personally shoveling a 150 cubic foot pile of wood chips left to sit and moulder for the past 12 months. Call me crazy.
Not that it’s been all bad, because with August I’ve really enjoyed not rushing out the door every morning now that camps are done, and taking the kids to some fun stuff has been a blast. Although I could do without another trip to the zoo for the rest of my life. It’s a great zoo, don’t get me wrong, but a zoo is no place for elephants, giraffes, hippos, lions, tigers and bears, and I really saw how unhappy these big animals are, even in a modern, “humane” zoo. The trips to the parks and play areas have been fun and it’s been fun watching the kids really develop a relationship and enjoy one another’s company. Soon we leave for a few short days at the ocean, and we’re looking forward to it. It’s our only vacation this year, since although our kids loved our spring trip to Kauai in 2010, our daughter proved to us that we should’ve waited longer before traveling in a plane, because she pretty much screamed in terror much of the flight to and from. But we have our sights set on 2012, just you wait.
Still, not much time for knitting or blogging, but this will change, I think, when my son goes into first grade this fall and my daughter starts preschool. And with September comes my very first knitting convention. Yes, I will be going to Vogue Knitting LIVE this September, so this should be interesting. I’ve already warned Alex, knitters don’t leave these events empty-handed; he beginning to have nightmares about how he and the kids will have to move out if I bring more yarn home…
Final pic: One of our resident frogs hanging-out on the front porch window box.
Tomorrow’s my birthday, and I have accepted that I can no longer fool myself into thinking I’m still 25. It just took me a good portion of my life to come to that realization. Tonight I got a call from an old friend in Minnesota to wish me an happy birthday, and neither of us could believe how time has flown.
Speaking of “flown”, time has really flown since my last post and it seemed like it was time…
I finished Saroyan (which I never posted about previously). Fun shawl and I love the way it just flew along, but then how can it not go fast when using worsted-weight yarn on US 10 needles? I used Madelinetosh Tosh Vintage, which was leftover from my stupid attempt to use it for Jacob’s Delight, but which turned-out to be too lightweight for the project. I have a lot of yarn to use from that mistake.
Pattern: Saroyan by Liz Abinante
Yarn: Madelinetosh Tosh Vintage (100% machine-washable merino) in Tern
Needles: US 10/6.0 mm
Modifications: I made an additional repeat of the pattern stitch on each end, adding an additional 6″ to the overall length while making it few inches wider at the same time.
Maybe it’s a sign of getting older, but I’m starting to do some stuff I would never have done in my youth. Like use the word “youth” in reference to my younger years… Then there was the day I recently drove past my childhood home, ogling it, and took-up the current owners’ on-the-spot offer for me to come in and see how they’d renovated it. It is fantastic what they did to that fabulous 1919 craftsmen style home. The first thing I said when I walked in the front door was, “Wow! You got rid of that awful ’70s shag rug my mom and step-dad put down in 1971!” And there was, “Oh! You took down those stupid white-washed floor-to-ceiling boards we’d put over the mantle to ‘modernize’ the living-room! Thank you!” You cannot imagine what my parents were thinking back then in 1971 when they destroyed some of the good bones of that house and “updated” it; I couldn’t. I was 11 and I kept asking them, “But why are you hiding the mantle? I like it. Why are you knocking-out that wall? But, why are you taking out the French doors?!”
These people, who bought the house from my mother years later, thankfully restored most everything we’d done and took it to the glory of its era. The only thing we did right, was the exterior paint scheme (New England barn red with deep forest green trim), which my mom chose, and which remains on the house today.
I thanked them for the tour and for not tearing down the house and for not changing the original structure in any way that would detract from it’s design. It is beautiful. You should have been there.
On a foodie note, I went into Bellevue Uwajimaya shopping for the ingredients for my family’s Sunday night favorite, Hot-pot with Chinese Barbeque Sauce and was shocked to find someone actually making fresh takoyaki. I decided that such a rare find around here was worth going-off my gluten-free diet, so I took my order home and didn’t share it with anyone. Not a soul. It was delicious.
Before I left with my takoyaki order, I grilled the guy making it, who told me he is going to different locations in the area to introduce people to takoyaki and, hopefully, open a takoyaki place someday. I made my argument for takoyaki in Seattle, telling him that with the popularity of sushi in the Seattle area, people are ready for takoyaki and okonomiyaki and that the time had come to make them available. If you are interested in finding out about where Shin and his team will making takoyaki next, please visit Tako Kyuuban for more information.
That was the sound of my Western Washington amphibian-like skin cracking in the heat of the southern California sun over the weekend. Ahh, that felt nice….
I’m back home today, but I was in LA for an extended weekend for a cousin’s wedding. I felt sorry for the souls I’d left behind back home, drowning in the cool, wet, soggy weather of the Pacific Northwest. Not really.
The newlyweds had a photo booth at the reception for guests to use as a memory book of their big day. Great idea.
My mom was my traveling companion.
We met-up with Fluffbuff Francesca at Le Pain Quotidien in Manhattan Beach, and Ben was there too. I got to drool over Francesca’s latest swatch, done on really tiny needles. I wonder what my mother thinks of my curious life as a knit-blogger?
Of course, while there, I loaded-up on Le Pain’s answer to Nutella to take home.
I did almost no knitting the entire trip, save for the continuing, long, drawn-out process of binding-off Bird’s Eye of domesticshorthair lore (I started it 4 years ago), and that was only worked on in flight, coming and going. If it weren’t for my visit with Francesca, I could have said that I did nothing knitting-related; I didn’t visit a yarn store, I didn’t fondle a random skein of yarn, and I didn’t even buy a Japanese knitting book at Sanseido Books during a stop at Mitsuwa in Torrance. However, I did finish Wandering The Moor before I left home.
(sorry for the bad, away-from-home photo)
I like it, and I love the un-scalloped edge for being different. When I finished it, I thought I’d messed-up because it was so small, it looked like something for my 6-year old, but once I blocked it, it opened-up and became adult-size.
Pattern: Wandering the Moor Shawl by Celeste Glassel
Yarn: Berroco Ultra Alpaca Fine (just over a skein)
Needles: US 6/4.0 mm
Today I actually had really really good answer for a change when a cashier at the market asked me if I did anything fun over the weekend.
It was with some degree of reluctance that my mother coaxed me into leaving my comfortable home on a cool, rainy June-uary weeknight to watch the Seattle International Film Festival premiere of Old Goats last night, but it was hard to pass-up the offer since one of her friends was in it, and in the end I was glad I went.
Filmed locally on Bainbridge Island by Taylor Guterson, Old Goats is an entertaining flick about three men in semi-fictitious roles about their lives as senior citizens in a small town. The three men are depicted in different stages of their senior lives, Dave (played by David Vander Wal) is fresh into his retirement, Britt (played by Britton Crosley) has been retired longer, and Bob (played by Bob Burkholder, author of Skirting the Edge) has been living his retired life for so long he’s become a pro at making a new life for himself. The movie is quite entertaining for the most part and filled with many humorous moments, as well as a few that cause reflection. If all else fails, you find yourself watching because you’re just certain that at least one of the actors is going to die at any moment. Despite lacking the polish a bigger film, Old Goats is good entertainment, which is actually quite a feat because it was filmed with people lacking any training in acting, and Guterson pulls it together through good camera angles, direction and editing, but don’t even let his hand on the work fool you, these people actually do quite well on their own. Admittedly it could stand with a little tightening-up of the first 30 minutes or so because there was a little too much build-up, and some of the humor about senior life seemed a little over-the-top, reminding me of the TV show Golden Girls, a production that often spent too much time making fun of senior living. Aside from it’s rough edges, Old Goats is a must-see, for it’s not often you get to see an entertaining movie produced a shoestring budget that Guterson approximates at about $5,000 (minus the equipment he already owned). Old Goats is a gem awaiting the discovery of the adventurous movie-goer.
Knitting: Wandering the Moor shawl
Yarn: Berroco Ultra Alpaca Fine. Had to unwind the pull-skein I’d made of it and ball it up because it kept getting tangled.
eBay Purchase: I think I got a bigger kick knowing that it came from a small town practically at the northernmost tip of Scotland.
Movie: Pirates of the Caribbean – On Stranger Tides (3-D). I actually liked this more than #2 and #3 Pirates movies. My knitting companion was Wandering the Moor. Why is it I always take dark knitting projects to work on in a movie theater?
Internet Find: London Fruit & Herb Company Green Tea & Blackcurrant. Love this stuff! I first bought this tea in Canada and had been meting it out carefully over 4 years until I found it available at Mark T. Wendell Tea Company.
Eating: Gluten-free pão de queijo (pronounced something like “pow d’ kayju”) from the local Brazilian espresso/soccer-viewing joint. I’ve been gluten-free for about 3 months now and this cheesy tapioca bread has become my guilty pleasure, and it’s “guilty” because I’m also allergic to dairy, but no where near as much as I am to wheat. Recently discovered I’m also allergic to potatoes, corn and chocolate, but I ignore those allergies for obvious reasons. I’ll get around to trying to bake my own once I get over my funk.
Happiness: My new bright red Fermob (I think it’s pronounced sort of like, “fayr-moe”) French bistro table and chairs; even on a dark rainy day they bring me joy.
Smelling: Lilacs at the kitchen window.
Planning: A quick trip to Los Angeles for a cousin’s June wedding.