Jody went to get the results of his PET scan yesterday... I'm kicking myself for not going with him. I'll go the next time. The cancer is still there. The mass is gone, but there are still cancer cells. So the treatment continues. Maybe 4 more, possibly 6 treatments. Then the radiation. Mr. Pessimistic (that looks weird) isn't very chipper about this news. When he told me, and had that dejected look on his face, I optimistically said... "that's better than 37!" I don't think it helped much. He did mention that he's looking forward to going to Garland tonight. He hasn't chatted and spent time with his good buddy Dave in quite awhile. It would be nice if his Neulasta has worn off. He was pretty achy yesterday, in the ribcage.... he said it felt like he'd taken a beating.
Jolea is having a grand time, check out her blog... over there in the right hand column.... She found the little surprise in her luggage... didn't say much about it. I bet she's planning on planting it somewhere. She's hoping we'll forget about it.
Jeff called me Wednesday afternoon from Scotland. He's having a great time... walking down the road! He's so... literal? I guess you would call it that. When you ask him what he's doing or been doing, he just replies simply, walking.... sitting.... sleeping.... eating.... If you want details you have to ask him for them. "Where are you walking?" "Down the road." "Where is the road?" "In Scotland." "What part of Scotland?" "The lower part. Gotta go Mom, this will cost me a fortune. Bye. Love ya!" There you have it, our complete conversation and it took all of 7 seconds.
Jacki wanted me to post
That was the front.
And this is the back. These buttons took me a month to find. Buttons are like jewelry, they are an accessory, you just can't throw any old thing on there and call it 'done.' These have a real natural look almost like abalone. They don't really button or unbutton. I don't like making button holes on sweaters or on the sewing machine on sewn garments. I'd rather have a zipper. I do zippers really well. On this sweater I just over lapped the two pieces and sewed the buttons on top, stitching all the layers together. It still looks like it would unbutton, but it's sewn shut. It's a sweater!!! It stretches!!! Pull it over your head! So this one has that S-E-xy button down the back effect.
This is the second time I've made a sweater from this pattern. The first time I made it I was approached by a woman in Wal-Mart and she asked me where I got that top? I thought she was talking about the top Jolea was wearing. No... she meant my top, the sweater I was wearing. I told her I'd made it, she asked me how much I would charge to make her a sweater. I asked her if she had ever priced hand made sweaters in a store. She said she had never seen a hand made sweater in a store... this is probably because she shopped in Wal-Mart. I told her to pop on over to Neiman Marcus and price one and then get back to me. Aunt Shorty said there would be moments like this.... knitting is a labor of love, rarely one you can make a living at, because the average person couldn't afford to pay you for it. I always tell people it would be cheaper for me to teach them to knit. Now you are wondering what I did with the first sweater like this??? I gave it away. I had followed the pattern and the pattern was made for someone who was short waisted, unlike myself. I made this new one longer waisted and nipped in at the waist to give it a more fitted look. I like my sweaters to have that fitted look.
In the past 10 years that I have been knitting, I have managed to make a sweater a month during the summer when I'm off work. That's almost unheard of in knitting circles. But when you make sleeveless pullovers or tank tops, it's rather easy (and when you can have the luxury to knit 12 hours a day.) It does result in blowing out the disks in your neck. This year I opted to slow down the pace and just do one, saving the pain in the neck of having a pain in the neck. After all, I was vacationing abroad this year... and no I have not finished that project I was knitting on in the Virgin Islands. I'm not loving that yarn.... it's hard for me to finish something I'm not really in love with.
Here's another shot of the sock, I want you to know this is a bad angle for my leg... makes it look REALLY fat and my foot looks REALLY tiny. They are in proportion to each other I assure you.
Well that's about it for today.... I smell someone cooking breakfast.... mmmm. Wakey wakey!
12 comments:
I love your posts!
Nice sunrise. Yes, more deck photos, please.
Wow. So that's how you knit socks.
Love the sweater.
Really. You are a great writer. Your emails are fab, too. There are very few people who make reading such a pleasure.
Ta Judith.
:))
p.s Like the orb in your photo. I just noticed one in the old pic of me sitting next to the student in the green sweater. I reckon it's mum's orb. I never noticed her before. So I've just been talking to her, saying that I was sorry that I thought she had totally left the building and that I was going to start giving her more credit for my luck in life.
Muchas gracias, mija. Me gusta escriber mucho.
I LOVE that sweater!!! But with nature's heater on (yes, I know what a heater is, had to use one in my VW Bug Convertible when I would keep the lid down for weeks on end) here in La Paz, couldn't wear it! Did you send socks off with Jolea?
Surprisingly a cotton sweater isn't any hotter than a t-shirt. In fact I sweat to death in a t-shirt and seldom wear them. All the little holes let the air flow through. No Jolea didn't want these socks, and they aren't finished... I still have one more to go. Socks take longer to knit than a sweater.
Ok -- love the bit about your leg & foot! And I still want to knit -- maybe when I finish with my masters. Oh! About the orb... we need to talk... you do know I see dead people, right?
I didn't know that... did you ever see one at the school? We had a night janitor that quit because of the ghosts on the 3/4th grade hall! It was before the Jamaican guy... if it had been the Jamaican guy we wouldn't have thought anything of it.
my feets are freezing... going to buy socks today. lol! im sitting here listening to Artur speak russian to his wife on skype, Art and the mate Andre are both from russia and i swear, im gonna learn it. i havent seen the sun in days. this seattle weather really is gloomy. tell dad hi and i hope he feels better. love ya
Oh you should have taken some of my warm socks... soon you won't need any, you'll be going south.
the sun shines in Seattle June - August. That's about it. Drizzle the rest of the year. Yep, knew about the 3/4 hall. Also one had taken up residence in the gym and the hall in front of the art/science lab. Nothing mean. The one in the gym I think was Alex, the 6th grader that that died a few years back. But, that's a story for a few bottles of wine.....
In the gym... could be Alex... that would make sense. We'll have to start checking the pictures we make in there. I think there were two other kids who had died while attending the school, one who was hit by a train and then one way back before I ever moved to town... ask your sister, she may know.
I like how you said "knitting is a labor of love, rarely one you can make a living at, because the average person couldn't afford to pay you for it." It's so true! Friends often suggest I sell my knits, and it's hard to explain that it just isn't worth it. Unless it's to Donald Trump. :)
I think I'd have to knit Donald a hat to cover that comb-over... I wouldn't even charge him!
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