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Month: September 2008 (Page 2 of 2)

The Difference Between Sewing and Knitting.

As I was upstairs in the (very messy) (unorganized) craft room this afternoon, I let my mind wander while I fixed two pairs of JWo’s pants and sewed up the curtains for his classroom. Fortunately, I didn’t let it wander too far, otherwise I would most likely have made half the curtain panels with the ducks upside-down. One of those moments where you realize it before you even start sewing? And are OH so grateful.

It wasn’t a hard project – he had a long swath of fabric, and wanted it quartered, hemmed, and a tube at the top for a tension rod. His windows create a glare & with all they do on the projector/computer, it was a simple solution.

As I (didn’t pin anything) (didn’t iron anything) sewed the hems, I realized, “There is a big difference between knitting and sewing!” Now at this point, I know you are saying, “Well, DUH, Jennifer. Thread vs. yarn, machine vs. needles…” The process is completely different. But where I am a process knitter, I am NOT a process seamstress. All the steps up to the sewing machine equate to endless swatching in my mind. I’m not overly precise, shocker, and sewing really requires an element of precision. Unless you’re going for that wonky ragged look.

With knitting, I enjoy the process. The yarn runs through my fingers, I see the progress, if it doesn’t work or look right, I serenely rip it out and begin again. Don’t get me wrong, I like things to turn out, and turn out well. They should fit, be the right length, be of the right “hand” (drape/tension). All of this parallels sewing. So I think it’s my lack of sewing experience, and a less-than-enthusiastic appreciation for all the steps that precede the moment one sits down at the machine.

And, I probably should slow down a little. You’d think I was training for NASCAR with that little rev pedal under my foot. After the turnkey projects this afternoon, I decided to work a little harder on my sewing patience and skill set. Next up, I’m going to replace a jeans zipper, and then I’m going to try my hand at making a simple sunglasses case. With a pattern I’ve made up. I live on the edge. But all of that will happen…later.

Right now? I wanna knit.

Through the Years….

I have had entirely too much fun on YearbookYourself. People starting dropping these into their Facebook profile photos, and I didn’t take much notice until my friend Laura did hers, and I didn’t know who in the hell she was. So the other evening, I spent some time on the site, dropped my mug into all of the different options, and saved the best. I just put them all up on Flickr, and I’ll mirror my comments into the blog, because again, it all amused the hell out of me. And really, in the end, that’s all that matters, right?

1950

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This is where you see the resemblance to my great, great Aunt Bertha. Except for the fact she never smiled.

1960

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These were the addled years. A pair of ill-fitting cat-eye glasses contained the wrong prescription, and I quickly became addicted to numerous OTC headache remedies. A paper cut put me in the hospital, and back on the road to recovery. Sans glasses.

1966

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Ambitious is the only word to capture 1966; I was the president of numerous social clubs, and had started my own sorority.

1970

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Really, my favorite one of the bunch. I was doing it all – running the local PTA, whipping up gourmet meals, and enjoying life as a sub in the steno pool. Tupperware parties on the weekends, and the hot rollers were always at the ready!

1978

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Photo snapped in 1978; I was pretty much underground that year and don’t talk about those days.

1984

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Greatest wish of 1984? Star in a heavy metal video that actually aired on..MTV.

1994

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Rockin’ the Tonya Harding look, along with the “author pose”.

Now. Go do yours. Leave me a comment if you post any!

ETA: I’ve reworked the html NINEteen times and it still won’t center everything. giving up, with my apologies.

Random ORTS!

I feel like I’m making soup with a little of this, a handful of that – mostly because I’m thinking about soup, since the weather turned. In any event, grab a bowl & hopefully, you’ll enjoy what I’m dishin’ out!

1. Two nights ago, I had a dream in which I single-handedly turned the Chiefs around. Not through any marketing innovation, but by being their most amazing, versatile running back (and sometimes, corner back. That’s how versatile I am.) I scored touchdown after touchdown, to the amazement of both teams and the crowds. I will say, however, the players were PISSED to have the very first female NFL player on their team and were extremely resentful of having their locker room reconfigured. And having to share the whirlpool. After telling JWo this, he requested I take us to the playoffs last night. (Sadly, it seems to have been a one-night-only miracle.)

2. It’s been New Recipes and Good Eatin’ at the NuWo residence this week. We started with my freshly-learned recipe on Monday – Yogurt Curry Chicken with Mango Mint Chutney; Tuesday was Slow-Cooker Chicken Stroganoff, last night was Sloppy Joes (I’d never made them for James before, ever – they were a staple in Iowa, and we didn’t use canned sauce.) Tonight is a Puttanesca pasta with tomatoes from the garden, and some variation on chicken spiedini that I plan to improvise. Cooler weather makes me want to cook!

3. I have spent over an hour going through a government website, searching for statistics by market, and have finally determined I will need to enlist the help of a librarian. Good thing I know one, who has already given me good next steps/options to go get the information. (I am also now convinced that all government reports are created by engineers and statisticians and have no use for people like me using their data.)

4. I also created a macro-flowchart of all our upcoming activity to provide a visual and perhaps assist in managing/requesting certain deadlines be “reasonable.” Apparently, cooler weather also makes me very analytical.

5. The afore-mentioned chicken stroganoff was delicious as a leftover lunch today, apart from the shard of BONE that was in it. It took hours for that sensation to leave my mouth. I wonder what the deep-rooted physiological reason for that is. Perhaps to curb any errant desires to eat glass? Gah.

6. The weather. Yes, it’s cooler. It’s been lovely. It’s also been rainy, and for two days, we basically had the Hurricane Formerly Known as Gustav parked over the state of Missouri. Now it’s moved up through to Illinois, and it’s continued to retain it’s hurricane-y shape, which is rather curious. Now we have Hanna and Ike bearing in on the Southeast – it’s crazy. I know we get tornadoes here in the Midwest, but it’s kind of odd to get the leftovers the way we have. Since JWo is essentially a meteorologist without the paperwork, we’ve had lots of weather conversations at home. It also works well with his science teachings – anything with “real-life” application is easier to absorb.

That’s the smattering of the day, campers. Plurk ya later & have a good evening – it’s almost Friday!!!!

Pick A Pecka Purple Peppahs?

As promised, here’s the photo of all the peppers I procured last Saturday.
(Grown by JWo, of course.) (I’m going to label the individual pepper varieties on Flickr.)
Bountiful Peppers from the Garden

And here’s the scarf I started over the weekend – Gigi, with Tilli Thomas Disco Lights.

Gigi

Music of our Lives

We’re putting together a mix CD at work, and every employee needed to submit three songs for consideration; it’s something we’ll play during an upcoming event.

Three songs. It’s a lot of pressure. Kind of like those mythical genie wishes – you sure as shit don’t want to waste one, even though Justin Timberlake is kinda cute and he makes all those catchy tunes with Timbaland, because the next thing you know, your street cred is in the sewers.

Here are the three I picked:

Weezer – “Heart Songs”. What makes this one FABulous is that it references a jillion other songs IN it.

Cake – “No Phone”. One of my oldies-but-goodies, was my ring tone for a long time. I hate the phone. I love Cake.

Snow Patrol – “Set Fire to the Third Bar”. I am 99% positive this won’t make it onto the compilation. It was a tough decision, this #3, because I really, really, really wanted to use a Pete Yorn song, except all my favorites sort of convey the notion I’m going to put a plastic bag over my head & take a bath. Doesn’t really say “Party”. Unless you’re Jerzy Kosinski, of course.

Anyway. All this reminded me I hadn’t finished my playlist, over on -wait for it- playlist.com. You can make a 100-song playlist, using social networking. God I love the internets. Unfortunately, some of my songs aren’t the actual songs they purport to be, so I paste this player in here with a cautionary warning – some of the quality levels suck, and I need to wade back through it all and scrub it and buff it and maybe change the order a little bit. But I did, way-back-when, also start writing WHY I chose each song – I moved through my memories and what songs really resonated for different times in my life, and so, even if the tunes don’t naturally flow from one to the next, they all carry a thread for me. I’ll start sharing those descriptions below, to be continued….


* Hey Nineteen — Steely Dan – first song I ever heard on pop radio. I wasn’t supposed to listen to THOSE stations. I snuck into my parents’ bedroom and knelt by my dad’s clock radio, carefully noting the NPR station’s dial position so I could return it. I soaked up all the words and sounds, and then, out of fear, re-set the radio and crept back to my room. My rebellious years of subterfuge and disobedience had begun.

* The Pretender — Jackson Browne – I remember my father bringing home “Running on Empty”, on vinyl, after a trip to Madison, WI. He bought every album Jackson Browne made, and we memorized the lyrics. This was one of the songs that blew my dad away, and I remember his face, listening to it.
* You Can’t Always Get What You Want — The Rolling Stones – I also grew up with the Stones, and pored over their album covers, because they were so cool. My father also reminded me of the message in this song repeatedly, something I can’t claim to have fully accepted yet in life.
* Love Is Alright Tonight — Rick Springfield – What can I say? My first heartthrob. Once I was finally allowed to listen to Devil Radio (not out of any religious concerns, Dad just found most pop music to be “junk”), I became enamored with Rick Springfield. Loved the movie “Hard to Hold.” That soundtrack was one of the first cassette tapes I bought.
* Romeo And Juliet — Dire Straits — Another staple in our household, Dad loved Dire Straits, and I loved the lyrics to their songs. I thought this was such a romantic song when I was a tween.
* Little Red Corvette — Prince — First time I heard this, I remember being in my room, alone, waiting for my parents to come home from a wine tasting. As I listened to the words, I realized, “This is DIRTY!” and I loved it.
* Caught Up In You — .38 Special — Reminds me of High School. At the advent of music videos, we made our own to this song. I still remember my outfit for the video.
* Photograph — Def Leppard — High School again. We did a lip-sync performance to “Pyromania” and I went nuts on my wooden painted guitar. I still remember the shock on the teacher judges’ faces.
* Idiot Wind — Bob Dylan — Probably one of my father’s favorite artists, and a large chunk of mental real estate in my brain is devoted to Dylan.
* China Girl — David Bowie — I didn’t even know what David Bowie looked like or who he was, but I loved this song.
* WANNA GO BACK — Eddie Money — Another HS crush.
* Turn Me Loose — Loverboy — Oh god, pass the red leather pants. And keep on workin’ for the weekend.
* Billie Jean — Michael Jackson — Back when Michael was himself, utterly fascinating, talented and the biggest thing to hit the universe.
* True Colors — Cyndi Lauper — This song would one day define how I would feel about my husband, and she would be one of the best concerts I’d ever see. At the time, I loved the ballad and all of her fun music.
* Private Eyes — Hall & Oates – Which one from this duo could you spend the rest of your life with? I loved them both, with a slight edge to Oates. Must’ve been the clapping.
* The Reflex — Duran Duran – Which one WASN’T I going to marry? I don’t think I had a lot of discernment at this point in my life. While Simon was the obvious choice, there was nothing wrong with swapping eyeliner pencils with Nick, either.
* The Glamorous Life — Sheila E — My theme song for graduation. I so wanted out, out, out. And to live…the glamorous life.

Yip Yip Yip Yip

It’s always exciting, trying something new. I tend to cling to my “usuals”, in the day-to-day, so it was fun to venture out into a new direction, and after my cooking class, I needed to get some new spices and ingredients. So a quick search led me to KC India Market, and I decided to pencil them into my errands list for Sunday. I found them (just north of 135th off of Antioch), and went in.

There were two men working in the store, and immediately, one of them asked me if I needed any help. I appreciate that, since it’s obvious I’m not there because of my heritage, but I wanted to putter through first and then start asking for help if I couldn’t find anything. I said something to the effect of “Ohhh, I have a list of things, I’m mostly looking now, I need some spices,” as I picked up a jar of tamarind paste. In a flash, the man was at my side.  “The spices are over there,” he said, gesturing to the other side of the narrow store.  “Yes, ok, so if I make Pad Thai and use tamarind paste, could I use this?”

We go back and forth for a couple of minutes. He keep saying the word, “concentrate”, and I understand, I will add water, I am just happy to finally have some tamarind that isn’t loaded with seeds. Suddenly, the other employee is on the other side of me. The watch me study the jar, I smile, I turn to the other side, they turn, we all shuffle down the aisle together.  I felt like a subject in a test study. Except this was actually rather hilarious, so I wasn’t freaked out or worried.  We made some small talk over the many jars of ginger paste (with or without garlic), and then they drifted off again. I found most of what I needed, and returned to the counter.

“Garam Masala? I need it ground, I can only find the bag with whole spices.”

“Yes,  yes, sure.”

“And cous cous?”

Quizzical look. I realize I am mixing up all my cuisines. I walk in here talking about a Thai dish, and now I’m going Mediterranean on their asses.  He looks up at me from his chair and in a higher tone clips, “Cuss cuss?”

“Coooous Cooous, C-O-U-S?”

The two men start talking to each other, one nodding yes, the other shaking his head vehemently. We all bear a striking resemblance now to those alien muppets on Sesame Street. Yip yip yip yip yip….. Then, the other customer, an Indian woman, interrupts them with, “Poppy seeds.”

This has the effect of a flash bang going off. They look at each other, and the one who couldn’t pronounce it, but believed they might have it is now saying, “Poppy seeds! Yes! Poppy Seeds!” and the other guy is shaking his head and looking at both of them like they’re nuts. She continues to say, “It is the same thing. Poppy Seeds.”

My mind is racing. Far be it from me to correct people in their own backyard, but I keep thinking, “grain….. it’s a grain…. I’ve never heard of it coming from….poppies. Opium cous cous?” The Naysayer and I go off to get the spice and check out this twist on cous cous. He kneels, handing me a bag of poppy seeds. We look at each other. He says, “I thought it to be … bigger.” I agree, and while I feel incredible pressure to just buy this bag of poppy seeds, add water & microwave them, I decide, no, I’m not buying this, and hand it back to him.  Good thing, as it seems these are used to thicken curries, from what the internets are telling me. He procured the Garam Masala, already ground, and I check out, completing my visit.

I’m going to make the curried yogurt chicken, with mango mint chutney, tomorrow. No poppy seeds. Nope nope nope nope nope nope……. But I know it will be good, and fun, trying something new… yip yip yip yip yip

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