Posts Tagged ‘Crochet’

Me Crochet A Lot

August 29, 2015

capture-me 2I have a fun little thing to share with you. Fun, funny and pathetic, really – all in one shot.
My old readers know how much I detest (I’d say hate, but thanks to my new found gift of eloquence from having recently kissed the Blarney Stone, I’m broadening my vocabulary some) the lazy overuse of the word amazing to describe everything from the taste of thrice filtered water to the dress any given celebrity may have been wearing (or at least halfway wearing) on the red carpet to event X. “Oh, that song is amazing”. “The hamburger tasted amazing”. “It was an amazing day at the beach”… You get the idea.. It’s one of my grammar pet peeves. My father’s was the correct use of “Bring” and “Take”, a mission Ariel has taken up with wondrous aplomb. And the other pet peeve of mine is the incorrect use of personal pronouns. I recently wrote about this in an email to my niece so she knows the punchline to this story.
Hmm, now that I think back, given the blog I wrote last week about having missed a month’s worth of English class, maybe I have no leg to stand on here, but I beg to differ, because I still know what sounds ridiculous.
I also know what looks ridiculous. Take a look next time at any TV show and notice how people drink from and handle cups of presumably hot coffee.  It might be more convincing if the cups were actually filled with say, water, to give them some heft like a real filled cup. If the heat is too risky an insurance issue, then at least act like it’s hot. But I’m getting away from my point but all I know is that’s one of those things I look for, along with general continuity. One scene Jan’s hair is down and one scene it’s in a pony tail in “House of Cards” when the kids build a house of cards to see who gets the books of trading stamps. Ah. remember them? We used to save Plaid stamps and my next door neighbor swore by S&H Green stamps.
Man alive, focus focus focus.. Sheesh.  Anyway, back to my pronouns. Perhaps the saddest element to this is that a lot of these misuses are from media people, and even sadder are those instances when it is scripted material. I can almost…almost excuse it when it’s a live event and you’re all hyped up and not thinking clearly (we all do it) because something amazing just caught your attention, but I can’t deal with scripted mistakes because there’d be time for editing out what doesn’t sound right.
For example, take this sentence: “Julie invited Ariel and I to her house for a barbecue next week”.  “Midge gave Ariel and I a Christmas present, but not until February because she really didn’t buy it until the sales went on and then we didn’t see her because she was vacationing on the French Riviera.” “Larry met Ariel and I at the pub for steak and stout pie.” You get the idea.

I know what it is. It’s the fact that the lesson in school was that when you’re including yourself in a group, it was stressed that you put the “I” pronoun last as in, “Julie Ariel and I” (there’s that Julie again) when it is a subject pronoun; the “me” is used as an object as in Midge gave Ariel and me…. Break it down and ask yourself, did Midge give me something or did she give I something?  By the way, we’re not going to the barbecue because we don’t know a Julie. Alas!
But the crowning glory, the main point of this blog,  came the other morning while I was watching the news, and I won’t name names, but I will say this quote came from a law enforcement official being interviewed on the increasing use of body cams by police officers and he capped his statement about it with, “…everyone will be wearing a body cam on he and she’s uniform.”
Oh good Lord. I just hope the officer is wearing an amazing one if him or her ever have to come Ariel and I’s house for any reason.
Well, enough of that. I mentioned last week about the twin baby blankets I was working on and I thought I’d give you a little peak at them. The diagonal strip on top is the second of the two and is currently being worked on. The difference between them is that the one is bordered in pink while the second is bordered in white. Both will get fringe to finish them off and then I’ll send them out.

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And don’t forget, there is still this Bavarian stitch blanket on Ebay.

 

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Yarn To The Left Of Me, Yarn To The Right….

August 22, 2015

Wow, it’s like a new beginning. I really need to get in here more often, but at least I’m making these cameo appearances. Ha, that reminds me of the time one of my high school teachers said that to me in my senior year. I may have told this once before, but I’m telling it again.

In my senior year of high school I was absent for a grand total of 33 days during the course of the year. The greatest number of them centered around the time Karen Wolek exposed herself as a hooker on the witness stand in the murder trial on One Life To Live, still sorely missed by yours truly. But as it goes, the day during that period I went back to class was the explosive episode when the truth came out. But, because I had promise as an exemplary student my teachers of the necessary subjects needed to pass in order to graduate, they offered to count particular tests for multiple ones I’d missed. But they weren’t your ordinary ones, especially in English class. No. I had to recite the soliloquies from both Hamlet and that other one…what was it?…

Well, whichever it was, I had to do them flawlessly and without hesitation and each would be worth 3 test scores. And I did! Anyway, on one day when I returned to class, on of my teachers announced to the class that I was making a cameo appearance…to get back to that train of thought.
Well, here I am, fresh from the doctor’s and some of you on Facebook already know that my blood work came back great, my tumor maker numbers lower than from my last appointment 4 months ago and my doctor didn’t want a PET scan this time. My last one was a year ago this month and now he doesn’t want to see me for another 4 months. He put me on a 4 month visitation because he felt every three months was overdoing it.
As is my ritual when I have my appointments, I bring in some home made goodies for the nurses and now that my span of time has increased between visits, I’ll have to make a stop in at the halfway point and that works out well because I already have an idea for Halloween. Anyway, when the doctor came in, I asked him if he’d been to the kitchen yet, remembering how he joked one time and said, “You should have them page me to get to the kitchen, STAT, when you bring stuff in” and he said no, but he heard I’d brought something. I made blueberry zuchini cake with lemon buttercream frosting, cut inti individual bite size pieces. Then he got all serious sounding and said “I have to be honest with you” and I got a lump in my throat. I figured he’d tell me I shouldn’t be doing that anymore and he continued, “We saw your name on today’s patient list and we all thought, ‘Hooray, Brian’s coming, I wonder what he’s bringing’”.  And he busted out laughing. And then he apologized, that he didn’t want to take it for granted but I told him if he keeps me coming back I’ll keep bringing stuff in.
And I’ve still been busy crocheting my fingers to the bone making baby blankets and putting them on Ebay or making them for private commissions as long as the recipient makes a donation to the American Cancer Society. So far, I’ve figured, since I’ve started this project, I’ve raised in the neighborhood of $2,000 for the ACS. And right now I’m working on another private commission for two blankets for a set of twin girls who are the donor’s great great-and I think one more great-nieces.  An important note: the supplies, the time and work and the shipping are all on me and 100% of the sale goes directly to the American Cancer Society through Ebay’s Giving Works page.
But I have my MACBETH! That was the other Shakespeare soliloquy I had to recite. I knew it would come to me. Now, where was I? Oh yeah, I have my most current baby blanket on Ebay and you can see it here or click the picture below. Like I ask my friends on my Facebook page and the page I created there just for my baby blankets Crochet For The Cure, to please at least look, perhaps bid and just as importantly, share the link.

Even though I’m a lucky cancer survivor, there are so many who we’ve lost or are currently going through their own battle and I hope to be able help raise much more than those $2,000.
So please check it out. And now I have to go back into hiding until my next appearance.  These blankets don’t crochet themselves!

 

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Later y’all!

Buy. Sell. Cure….Again!

April 11, 2015

Capture greenI can’t believe an entire month has gone by since my last blog and I also can’t believe, after reading that entry how it almost seems no time has gone by, but I know it has. You have no idea how much time has gone by just since I started typing this out. I got sidetracked.
Let me update. In my last entry I had just had a Mohs procedure done on my right ear. Well, all this time later and it’s still healing. It’s fine, but I guess with that skin graft and all it takes a little longer. But, Ariel says the hole that was there from all that digging around is just about covered over and that’s a good thing because I could really stand one less hole in my head. But I see that doctor, whose proper title is “dermatologist/dermatological surgeon”, in two weeks for another follow up and to have some other procedure done which she says will help stop the spread of cancerous cells in that area, BLU-U Light Photodynamic Therapy. I learned her true title in an email inviting me to a luncheon where she will be honored with the Spirit of Life award by (I hope I’m condensing this correctly) The East End Chapter of New York’s City of Hope. I’m not going, but it’s nice to know I have such an esteemed doctor taking care of my little basal cells. Well, not only that, but my dermatologist, who referred me to her, had his own father to see her on one of my visits.

Okay, on to the matter at hand. The last baby blanket I had up on Ebay’s Giving Works benefitting the Eastern Region of the American Cancer Society (100% of the proceeds going directly to them) was taken off Ebay when an outside buyer decided she wanted it and a donation was made to ACS. And not only that, but a request for two more just like it were made and those went to benefit the Canadian Cancer Society. And, just earlier this week, another request was made, sight unseen, with a check enclosed to be forwarded to ACS for two baby blankets to go into a ‘grandma-to-be” special box for their kids’ eventual entrance into parenthood.

And now I have this one up on Ebay and if you would, please check it out, hopefully bid on it–I figure everyone knows someone with a baby– or at least share the link with someone who would be interested. I know the colors all look different from picture to picture, but I’d say the one draped over the chair is the truest.

Click here to see the Ebay page

 

3 Sherbert baby blanket draped 3 Sherbert baby blanket folded 3 Sherbert baby blanket close up

Again, I am not benefitting financially from any of these baby blankets. 100% of the proceeds go directly to The American Cancer Society. I supply the materials, my time to make them and I even pay for the shipping.

Hopefully I’ll be back before my next blanket is ready to go to auction. It’s about halfway done so I can’t say for sure. And then I’ll be working on the grandma-to-be blankets most likely simultaneously with the next Ebay blanket. I’m keeping busy. I want to help in my own small way to help get rid of cancer.

Buy, Sell, Cure!

March 8, 2015

Do not attempt to adjust your screen, and don’t rub your eyes to the point of ulcerated corneas, it’s really me, making an appearance. I know it’s been a long time since my last blog entry; July 1, 2014 as a matter of fact when I finished my eighteen week long account of my battle with cancer.
I’ve thought and I’ve thought of what type of things I could write about since then to keep my blog going since my main focus was never really on one topic but rather putting my spin on some things that otherwise made me go, hmm…. . But now I think I have a purpose for resurrecting my blog and hopefully it will incite me to be more active and creative here.
Before I get to it, let me bring you all up to date. January 22 of this year was my first anniversary of remission. Twice during that time, well, since last August, my oncologist, Dr. David, has postponed any further Pet scans because my blood work keeps coming back better and better each time. I see him next in April and maybe at that point I’ll be due for one. Also since my last blog entry I’ve had two basal cells removed; one from my forehead back in October and one from the inside of my right ear this past Thursday for which we trekked through the “snow storm of the century” to the Upper East Side of Manhattan. It’s healing nicely but it’s sore and itchy under the bandages. Now that we’re up to date, let me get to my point and not belabor it.
As many of you know, while I was going through my treatment for my Lymphoma, I learned how to crochet and I’ve made some fairly impressive pieces, if I do say so myself, but I can make only so many afghans for myself.
And then I had an idea. I contacted the American Cancer Society and they aligned me with Ebay’s Giving Works. I wanted to put my crocheting to better use other than to have a collection of afghans the size of Fred Flintstones’ Bronto Ribs that tipped over his car at the drive- in draped over the back of my couch. I am crocheting baby blankets to auction off to help raise money (100% of the proceeds) for cancer research, in the hopes that future generations will never have to go through the torments of cancer.
So far I’ve sold one blanket and currently have my second one up and I will be starting the next one, most likely later on after settling in once my Sunday “to-do” list is done.
I will let the text in the picture below speak for itself and I’ve also included pictures of the blanket itself as well as the link to the auction page.
Please take a look. Please bid if you have an interest and more importantly, please spread the word. Everyone knows someone who is having a baby. And chances are you know someone who has had or has some form of cancer. How nice would it be to know you may have helped someone not have to battle cancer?
Thank you.

Click here to go to the Ebay page.

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Intermission

May 13, 2014

I’m taking a break this week from all the gory details for something a little on the lighter side because my recovery wasn’t all just one big horror story. There were good moments, too.
One of the first good moments I remember was the day of my second Chemo session at the doctor’s office (my first there) when Nurse Bea had asked me for a special favor, if I would please speak with a prospective patient about having a port installed and of course I obliged. She brought me to the examination room where the woman and her husband were with another of my nurses and I told her my experience about having it done and that the doctors suggested it because otherwise the chemotherapy would wreak havoc on my veins if they punctured me every time. Of course I didn’t go into detail about the screaming meemies I had; that was my own personal battle. But I showed her my scar, at that time still underneath Dermabond, which itself was beginning to look a little ratty and showed her the actual port wasn’t visible and nothing was hanging out, like I had first imagined. I had her smiling by the time I left the room and her husband was grateful for my help.
We also started taking treats, in the guise of home baked goodies for the nurses, doctors and any of the other patients who felt like having something. Thankfully I was at my peak during the third week between cycles so I was more up for working in the kitchen then. That’s not to say that rolling out dough for pie crust wasn’t more exhausting than ever before, but I managed. And to top it off, the first one I rolled out was a little on the dry side and kept splitting on me. I patched it up and used it for the bottom crust and the top one was more like it should be.
That was the first thing we brought (on session #3)–an apple pie AND in my 10″ glass pie plate. That thing NEVER leaves my house if I’m not certain it will come home with me on the same trip. But the pie didn’t last very long and someone even washed the plate for me. Other things we brought over the next sessions included Lemon Brownies, with a candied pecan as garnish on each one and mini no-bake pumpkin cheesecakes for the day before Thanksgiving. I know that’s only 3 glorious confections and there were 4 appointments so the jury is out on whether we only brought three, and we’ve wracked our brains to no avail. Maybe it was only 3. Anyway, on the occasion, usually around a holiday such as Christmas or Valentine’s Day, and Easter most recently, I still take a little homemade something for them and their patients.
I might be confusing it with the afghan Ariel brought on one occasion to add to the array of blankets the patients use. In the middle of working on it, he decided that’s what he’d do with it. This is it, apart and completed.

ariels blanket  circle square blanket complete

Speaking of crocheting, I learned how to do it for real during my convalescence. I had previously been working on a spool knitting project seemingly forever with a still endless supply of Red Heart yarn in Painted Desert which is a perfect match for the paint job in the den. Around and around I looped the yarn around the pegs on my homemade spool and I am now the proud owner of a ball about 10 inches in diameter. But that can be monotonous and really, all you get out if it is a long, long strand of woven yarn.

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Now that I’ve tackled a few other projects like the drop stitch blanket which took weeks to prototype because it was just a picture on the internet we tried to replicate;

original drop stitch pattern  blanket whole blanket closeup

(original)  (mine completed)  (mine- close up shot)

place mats for the kitchen table

placemats
and scarves seemingly by the truck load to give as Christmas gifts, (these are just a few of the several different designs we worked on)

scarves

I’ve decided on a great way to use up that ball and the countless skeins of that Painted Dessert yarn, which is a checker board arrangement of Entralac (or Cro-knit) squares. The front as you see in the top square is the Painted Dessert and that one is backed with a light tan, similar to the other squares (the backs… or fronts depending on your taste) are coordinating colors. I still have a dark tan to make and that will complete one row. I’ll have 5 colors across and 6 rows down.

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While I’m  working on that I’m alternating working on this green couch cover, which is trying to make mincemeat out of me. Working with black yarn is a killer and it’s frustrating, but hey, Cancer didn’t get me, I’m not gonna let some cockamamie afghan get the better of me.
And I just finished the pink one two weeks ago. The arrangement of colors reminded me of a comforter my grandmother used to have and I tried to match them as closely as possible to the pattern, though some of the colors are no longer available. The green is the pattern picture and right now, like the Entralac, is in pieces.

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I’ll post the green and the Entralac afghans as they are completed which will be way long after this Cancer series has ended and this blog will have reverted back to what it usually is, about everything and nothing.

 

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