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So Much Knitting!

27 Jan

I have been commissioned to knit up 7 pairs of Bronco colored wrist warmers. I am currently halfway through the last pair!!! When all is said and done, I will have spent close to 55 hours on these gloves in just over 2 weeks, over 2 skeins of yarn, and I’ll be happy not to knit wrist warmers for a while. =OP
My fingers ache, my head is in a whirl, but I have had a chance to finish a few amazing audiobooks! Got through the last 2 Maze Runner books and found them quite thrilling, though at times I got angry at Thomas. Won’t spoil much for you guys in case you haven’t read it, but it’s called trust for a reason. Other than that, it’s the only issue I really had with the story line. One of my co-workers said he didn’t care for the series about halfway through the second book. I loved it. Though the last book could have done without most of the last few chapters (the Rat Man really started pissing me off), I did not find myself losing interest. In my opinion, it was better than the Divergent series (I couldn’t even finish the last book), which makes it immediately good.
Started on The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstein, read by the charming, handsome and brilliant Jim Dale. I’ve read reviews saying the book is slow moving and kind of boring; the characters aren’t easy to fall into. I have found it quite the opposite. The story isn’t slow. Descriptive? Maybe a little, but I challenge anyone to call anything descriptive after they’ve read The Gormenghast series…The Night Circus is perfectly descriptive meaning it tickles your senses enough to make you feel like you’re there. The story takes place in the latter part of the 1800’s, and mostly centers around the circus which is glorious, mysterious and wonderful. I am especially enthralled with the clock that keeps time using almost everything. Magic is the next level to the story. A duel is the next. I haven’t read enough of the story to grasp the full concept of what both characters are going to do, but I’ve read enough to say I can easily like both sides. It rushes through their adolescence, harboring now on the characters being in their late teens and their involvement in the circus. There are plenty of interesting characters that also fill up most of the pages. All of it is a story I keep going back to excitedly perched to hear the rest. Maybe it’s because I love Jim Dale’s narration; finding his voice comforting and the characters he plays realistic, or Jim Dale in entirety making this story one of the best I’ve read in a while. Whatever it is, highly recommended and I do agree with a bunch of other reviews liking it to a dream.

My thoughts and prayers are with those on the north east part of our country these next couple of days, but wherever you are, I hope this update finds you well, safe and happy!


Those Warm Fuzzies

4 Feb

Well I did it. I finished Cubano’s gifts! I keep fretting that the scarf is too girly, then I look at it again, and think differently. It’s soft and warm, and made from Yarn Bee fleece yarn, and Lion Brand Homespun. The Yarn Bee is much thicker than the Homespun, which should have effected the ending look by making it look chunky, but by some miracle, it flows nicely and not noticeable-except for feel.


The hat, I’ve made once before for James when he visited a few months ago. Every time I get to the decrease rows, I freak out. It decreases from 80 stitches down to 10 stitches in a matter of 13 rows, which isn’t much, but by the time I get the suggested 8 inches finished for the hat, I freak out that it’s too big! However, it turned out fine both times. For James’s cap, I folded the brim up in the front and stitched it so it stayed up. I didn’t do that for this cap, as I’m not sure how big Cubano’s head is. It runs down into the eyes a little bit, but it isn’t bothersome, so it should be fine.


The wrist warmers are the same as I’ve posted before. Both the hat and the warmers were made in I Love This Yarn, yarn, in the color black.


I folded it up and packaged it together with a black ribbon. I’m excited to give it to him! The snow is still falling, over knee deep here in Lakewood, Colorado. Though the temperature is oddly warm, for me, I imagine he’s colder than a snowman. We had a power outage earlier that lasted for about an hour, which was fun for me and was a little sad the power came back on when I was ready to hit my needles. I was looking forward to knitting in candlelight. I’m hoping all of you are staying warm, wherever you are!



Cuban Snowman

2 Feb

“When is it going to snow?” The janitor at work always asks, every day I see him. We call him Cubano, as he is a Cuban Refugee and we cannot pronounce his name…no matter how many times we ask him or others to repeat, the syllables turn to mush when we try to repeat. He recently moved to Colorado right before our winter season started, fresh out of Cuba, and never forgets to remind us that his family lives in Sunny Florida; he’s the only one in Colorado.
Our temperatures, often times, drop down into the negatives. Working nights, and when snow is included, this can be quite a daunting task. Only the brave succeed through a whole season.
“Thursday, Friday and Saturday,” I tell him. “We’re supposed to get six inches.” Normally, our snow always falls a few inches short of what’s expected, something Cubano has yet to fully conceive. Yet, just the word of snow had him bowing his head in defeat. He glanced up through his long eyelashes a me, mumbled a few phrases that I couldn’t make out through his heavy accent, and ended with “six inches?!, aye, aye, aye!”
We haven’t had our yearly blizzard yet, and just as the sun set today, the weather had dropped about fifteen degrees with a slight, brisk wind that made us question wearing our hats; something Cubano needed immediately, and I guessed from the fact that I didn’t see him throughout the the rest of my shift, he had barricaded himself into a warm building to take his time cleaning, anything to stay out of the-for me-almost chilly air.
I gave him his keys that he had signed for, his head still hung low. He was contemplating. I could tell that the thought of snow had hung heavy on his mind. I couldn’t blame him. I have never had the opportunity to live somewhere, in a climate colder than the one I am accustomed to, let alone away from family. Just thinking of being thousands of miles away from them makes a simple snowfall seem colder than it really is.
Cubano is skinny. Rail thin. No matter how much he eats, the weight doesn’t want to cling to him. I’d gladly give him an extra twenty pounds of mine to know he’d be just that much warmer. I can tell that though he has ample winter clothes for getting through, he still gets cold. Much colder than I could ever fathom. No matter how hard he works, especially when one can build up enough body heat while shoveling to keep up with an accumulating snowfall and end up sweating and praying for air conditioning, our dear Cubano would waste more energy trying to keep that heat than successfully using it to keep himself warm.

Tonight, during my lunch hour, I forewent my mean and ran to Hobby Lobby, picking up a few skeins of thick, fleecy yarn. Though my nana’s birthday is coming up and I still have quite a few granny squares to make for the blanket I plan on giving her, I can’t get his sodden face and slumped shoulders out of my mind. The onset of his tears broke my heart and I decided right then and there that I will, in the next three nights, work with all the power I can muster, with all the speed my fingers can give me, to make him a set of a scarf, hat and gloves to help keep him warm. I may not finish in time for this snow storm, but I am determined to hopefully let him know that no matter how cold it may get, he has the warmth of my friendship to help him through this.