Monday Sock – Socktober

When you plan on doing your blog post in bed and you fall asleep instead, Sunday Sock comes on a Monday.

I turned the heel! Not shown, knitting for 1.5 hours in the movie theater and then ripping it all out. We’re still not speaking.

I’ve spent the weekend working on the #notatrhinebeckkal – and maybe I snuck down to Homestead Heritage to pick up my towel and washcloths. I also finished the 2 hand towels to make a set.

The ladies joked that my favorite person wasn’t there, but she showed up later. I don’t have a “favorite”, but Sunshine is just that. A bit of sunshine. We had a really great conversation about life and direction and purpose. Momma Bear may have convinced me to come down for the yearly festival.

The sorghum harvest was a few weeks ago, so I made sure to get myself a little treat of sorghum pecan ice cream.

Happy Monday y’all!

Weave-cation

A couple of times a year, I like to travel to Waco and visit Homestead Heritage. Sometimes I go for basket weaving with Martha, sometimes, just go to relax and get away, and I’ve taken all of their rigid heddle classes. I have plans for cheese making, blacksmithing, and pottery.

I could sit under this tree every day for the rest of my life. I sometimes wonder if my life was different if I wouldn’t join the community.

This trip, I went for the Weaving Extravaganza and I spent two days weaving a waffle weave towel set in natural cotton.

I loved it so much, I want to make a set with some of the other natural cotton colors. Maybe even one of each color. I was invited back when the ladies do their personal towels later in the year to do just that.

After less than 24 hours at home, I’m off for a camping trip with my husband and some friends in Wichita Falls. A crazy cold front came through and the low tonight is going to be 37. I’ve brought knitting.

Send firewood and booze.

Happy Friday y’all!

Blogaversary – 15 years

Well, that went fast and seems like forever ago. There hasn’t been a year that a haven’t blogged, but it has been sparse the past few. I don’t even know that woman that started blogging 15 years ago.

Cross stitch, knitting, spinning, weaving, life, happiness, sadness, just getting by. It’s almost all here. We aren’t talking about the past year yet, but I’m sure I will.

Today, I’ll be at Homestead Heritage weaving wash cloths and hand towels. I’m going to say to celebrate the blog, but honestly, I forgot until it popped up on my reminders last week. This is just a break for me from all the life stress. It is such a calming and joyful place.

I want to do a little give away to celebrate 15 years. I’ll do this post and 4 more. I know there will be a Stitched by JessaLu bag and maybe something else depending upon the response.

  • Comment on a post get an entry
  • Make any donation to my Bike MS, get an entry. Any donation. Fifty cents? You’re in. $5? Yep!
  • Share any (or all) of the anniversary posts get an extra entry (just let me know where)

So, happy 15 years to me and happy Tuesday y’all!

Time keeps on ticking

We aren’t getting any younger here. As evidenced by my mom turning 73. She just kept saying she never thought she would make it to 40, let alone 73. Part of her gift was these little face cloths.

I’ve finally put the Canadian drama yarn socks to bed. After darning them 3 times, I just can’t anymore. I guess I’ll have to get on that knitting socks thing. After I finish my mom’s size 11 pair. Luckily, they are with worsted, (but still, size 11!) which is easier on my floppy paw. (I totally need a more positive name for that thing) However, I injured my left arm in the Great Sleeping Incident ’18.

When the GSI’18 happened, I warped my loom, hoping to catch up on the Spunky Eclectic Weaving Club.

You! In the back! You can stop rolling your eyes right now! I have things! In my head! That aren’t brains! It has been an exhausting and injurious month. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

In better news, our Mo has been able to donate $1200 so far to my Bike MS ride (I can’t wait until my team puts in the matching amount!) and is waiting for VAT to be paid to donate the rest. Thank you to her, everyone who bought her patterns, and that thing that happened with the Ravelry Gods. So, if you’re feeling all warm and fuzzy now, go forth and wish her a happy birthday.

Happy Thursday y’all! Or something.

Tuesday can get here any time now.

On 8/27, I started weaving an 8″ basket because Cookie made me do it. Texas and I also went for a sunset kayak trip with friends that night. They may be my favorite kind of trip. It is cooled down and the idiots are pretty much off the lakes by then.  


This past Friday, I went out for a paint night with the ladies from my jiu jitsu team. I love these women. Fun, diverse, honest, and down to earth. There is something about sharing hours on the mats, sweat, and bruises that bonds you in a way that nothing else can. 

Tuesday I get my Rituxan. It has been a year since my last infusion and my B cells are at 6%.    It cannot get here soon enough because I can’t spend my days sleeping. 

What have you been up to?

Twinkle, twinkle, little inkle

I was cruising around my blog to see if I could find out how I warped my inkle loom, and this blog post popped up. Which had nothing to do with the search term “inkle”. My inkle wasn’t even a twinkle in my eye way back then. But I did end up tweaking the recipe and made it healthier.

I ground steel cut oats for the flour, and threw some whole oats in. I think I used some powdered stevia from Trim Healthy Momma. I did this on 08/08, so I’m not quite sure anymore.

What ever happened to “What’s for Dinner Wednesday”? I may have to make a button and resurrect that. I am a Pope after all. 

So, “what about the inkle loom?” you ask.


BOOM!

Happy Wednesday y’all!