Ramblings...
Monday, July 13th, 2009 12:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntbijouSaying "Wilkie Twycross" out loud makes it sound like one is lisping.
The Impossible Son and I are reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, and when I got to reading the name of the Apparition Instructor out loud, Mr. Manzie snickered.
It was almost as fun as reading On Golden Pond out loud and trying to say "Ethel Thayer." Makes it sound like your front teeth are missing. Or too big, I can't decide.
In other news, I am learning to knit, and it's driving me nuts, though I am slowly getting the hang of it. Mostly, I was having trouble getting used to holding the yarn with my right hand instead of my left, as one does in crochet (and yes, I did try the Continental method, but... nope, didn't work), and also, trying to figure out how to adjust the tension in the yarn. I think I have it... kind of.
My mother is excited about this, and has insisted that once I figure it out, I teach her how to knit, too. I have to admire my mother, wanting to learn to knit at the age of 82. She is all kinds of brave, you know? She's also decided to get back into sewing, because she's tired of wearing slacks and jeans that don't fit. I don't blame her.
This makes me a little nervous, because her eyesight isn't what it used to be, yet at the same time, I do understand. She used to make all our clothes, and I never truly appreciated that until she started working full time, and didn't have time to sew any more. Store bought clothes just don't fit you the way clothes that are sewn specifically for you do. One of Mom's neighbors was a seamstress, and she taught Mom how to tailor clothing in exchange for fresh eggs (my parents kept chickens until Houston zoned them out of the city limits), so all our clothes were well made and fitted exactly to us. I kind of miss that, myself.
Speaking of which, I discovered last week that there is a fabric store in my town! It was a complete surprise. The only "fabric store" we had previously was WalMart, and I absolutely hated buying fabric there, because it was all... crappy. Sometimes, I would find really nice fabric at WalMart, but it was always by accident! However... the WalMart here has closed their fabric department, and barely has a craft department. It's more like a ... craft aisle. Major suckage.
What that meant was if I wanted fabric or yarn, I had to either go to Austin, San Marcos, or San Antonio. More suckage.
Well, when we were doing all the hair cutting last week, I had noticed that a store we liked had moved from their tiny little building to a new and larger building, so I said, "let's go in!" And found that they had a fabric shop in the back corner!! YAY!!!
I have a feeling I will be a very frequent visitor!!! *can see her fabric stash growing beyond reasonable limits*
AND... I have a neighbor who is a seamstress... wonder if I can do a barter exchange with her for tailoring lessons... *feels an odd synchronicity with her mother*
Hee!!
The Impossible Son and I are reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, and when I got to reading the name of the Apparition Instructor out loud, Mr. Manzie snickered.
It was almost as fun as reading On Golden Pond out loud and trying to say "Ethel Thayer." Makes it sound like your front teeth are missing. Or too big, I can't decide.
In other news, I am learning to knit, and it's driving me nuts, though I am slowly getting the hang of it. Mostly, I was having trouble getting used to holding the yarn with my right hand instead of my left, as one does in crochet (and yes, I did try the Continental method, but... nope, didn't work), and also, trying to figure out how to adjust the tension in the yarn. I think I have it... kind of.
My mother is excited about this, and has insisted that once I figure it out, I teach her how to knit, too. I have to admire my mother, wanting to learn to knit at the age of 82. She is all kinds of brave, you know? She's also decided to get back into sewing, because she's tired of wearing slacks and jeans that don't fit. I don't blame her.
This makes me a little nervous, because her eyesight isn't what it used to be, yet at the same time, I do understand. She used to make all our clothes, and I never truly appreciated that until she started working full time, and didn't have time to sew any more. Store bought clothes just don't fit you the way clothes that are sewn specifically for you do. One of Mom's neighbors was a seamstress, and she taught Mom how to tailor clothing in exchange for fresh eggs (my parents kept chickens until Houston zoned them out of the city limits), so all our clothes were well made and fitted exactly to us. I kind of miss that, myself.
Speaking of which, I discovered last week that there is a fabric store in my town! It was a complete surprise. The only "fabric store" we had previously was WalMart, and I absolutely hated buying fabric there, because it was all... crappy. Sometimes, I would find really nice fabric at WalMart, but it was always by accident! However... the WalMart here has closed their fabric department, and barely has a craft department. It's more like a ... craft aisle. Major suckage.
What that meant was if I wanted fabric or yarn, I had to either go to Austin, San Marcos, or San Antonio. More suckage.
Well, when we were doing all the hair cutting last week, I had noticed that a store we liked had moved from their tiny little building to a new and larger building, so I said, "let's go in!" And found that they had a fabric shop in the back corner!! YAY!!!
I have a feeling I will be a very frequent visitor!!! *can see her fabric stash growing beyond reasonable limits*
AND... I have a neighbor who is a seamstress... wonder if I can do a barter exchange with her for tailoring lessons... *feels an odd synchronicity with her mother*
Hee!!
