Month: April 2026

I thought I was done with my shawl.

Then I thought I wasn’t. So I unknitted it back to the last row, started another set of 32 rows of 100 stitches/row, and “finished” it. Put fringe on it, and then it was done.

But it wasn’t. Not really. It still didn’t look like I wanted it to, plus I found another skein of the yarn I’m using, so what was I to do?

I did. I took all of the fringe off, unknit it again, that makes the second, or third time, I’ve lost count, and am working another set of 32 rows, 100 stitches/row, then adding the fringe, blocking it, and calling it done. Or I’ll keep knitting until I’ve used up all of the yarn.

This time, however, when I went back to where I thought I ended with the pattern, it wasn’t where I really ended with the pattern. I discovered, after about 6 rows, (and here I want you to understand that I don’t care in the slightest) that I was off on the row count. So, I have a cute little curly cue in the pattern that no one will ever notice except the 3 of you that read this. And me, of course.

And all of the extended family I’ll show when they see the finished work next time we go to Los Altos. 😂 Let me show you now what I did.

All I can say is so what. I enjoy the challenge of the different cable patterns, but I don’t enjoy the thought of going back to rectify my mistake. I have other things I’d rather be doing, and that ain’t it. I just want to finish the damned thing so I can move on.

I’m moving on. Regardless.

Until next time my lovelies, stay happy, and healthy in the Lord.

I have discovered 2 ladies on YouTube that experts in the very thing.

It is something I’ve wanted to do for decades, but alas, I had a husband that enjoyed “things”. He didn’t have them growing up so when we were old enough to buy them, he did. WE did.

Now, though, he’s gone, and I’m left to deal with all of the “things” we bought, no longer use, never used, had to have, don’t want to deal with anymore.

So, I’m not going to. I’ve given tons of stuff away, clothes mostly at this moment. I’m working on my clothes now, stuff I’ve never worn because I gained weight immediately after retiring. (Before I retired, truth be told.) Things in a size L, or 12, 14, all gotta go. I’ll probably never be that size again, and as I type this I can say I’m 50/50 on whether I care or not.

I’m walking 2-3 km almost daily, I’m eating so much better now than I ever have, so any angst I’ve felt about being to heavy is going out the door with the excess “stuff”. I’m not going to spend whatever time I have left on this lovely plain to be upset, and self deprecating when what I should be doing is enjoying my time left to me.

So I am. My kitchen is my escape room at present. I’ll show you a few photos and you can decide for yourself which you prefer.

The “normal” view, so it’s “before”.

This is how it looks now, every time I walk into the kitchen, peace, calm vibes wash over me. No more this, or that on the countertops. Just the barest minimum. Wait, there’s more.

From this island of chaos to

to this. Even this spot has less in it now than when I took this photo. I’m just too tired to go out and take another photo.

That’s just the beginning. I’ve made a rather large dent in the living room, the guest bedroom, the bathrooms, and the spare bedroom. I have converted the spare bedroom, the smallest bedroom, into my office as I’m tired of sitting in the living room with all of the “stuff” at my back, nagging me to get it gone.

I’m working on it. You know about the building of Rome, and such.

Until next time my lovelies, stay happy, and healthy in the Lord.

I was able, after a bit of trepidation, to finally get the viewer in the front door.

Evidently, it is, somehow, in the same place as the original door that was there before we had the new door made. Don’t ask me how that happened, I can’t even begin to understand. When I went to drill the hole for the whatever it’s called to go in, there was a small plastic disc the same size that I had to pry out before being able to drill all the way through.

After using this drill bit, then a bigger bit, then a, well, you get the idea, the whole thing went together like a hot knife through butter.

Now I can see who’s at the door before opening it. The condo administrator came to the door last night. Did I look through it before opening the door?

Of course not. I knew she was coming, and I was in the process of getting ready for bed, cleaning off my makeup. Bummer. My big chance, and I blew it.

Next time.

Until then, stay happy, and healthy in the Lord.