Tuesday, April 20, 2010

My first ball of Noro



So I broke down and bought my first ball of Noro, so excited! There was one hank of Furisode in colorway 8 and I couldn't resist. So I thought what could I do? I decided to make a hat. I manipulated a pattern and voila the hat you see. I really like making hats now. I'm inspired by the pattern I used that I think I would like to make up my own patterns for people to use, or at least make up my own patterns. People like hats in Florida. But that will probably be in the far future, I hope not though. Well I love my hat and thats all I know. I just hope that if I made hats that the people who bought them would love them as much as I loved making them.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

New Shop

So if you ever thought, "look I love you and your stuff and I really want to support your yarn addiction but I don't want to join Etsy to buy from you", thats okay. Behold my new shop on craftisart.com. http://www.craftisart.com/KnittedWaveStudio (I will refer to this as CiA) I have most of the same items in here that are in my other shop. If you want something you see in my Etsy shop but its not in my CiA just let me know and I will put it in the CiA shop. I'm not closing my Etsy shop but I am opening this other shop for all of you lovely people who just want to buy my items not join a community. Let me know what you think.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Weedon Island




So I did two new things on Monday, kayaking and exploring a place called Weedon Island. Both were awesome. Weedon Island is basically a giant conglomeration of mangrove outcropping in the shallows of Tampa Bay. It's both magical and mysteriously eerie all at the same time. I saw so much beautiful wildlife and some odd ones as well. Heron, ibis, ducks, snook, redfish, and mullet. I'm pretty sure I saw an eel snap at me too, he was little though. They have these numbered signs so that you basically don't get lost in the numerous channels that course through the sea of mangrove trees. But they get sparse at times and you have to follow your own intuition, mine apparently works. The funny thing is at the end you see this giant open space and you thinking this is right next to the channel, where are my freakin' signs? Oh their about a quarter to a half mile away...and it goes on like that for a few miles. You start to wonder, am I ever going to get back to the boat docks? While contemplating this and staring into the water realizing it was getting deep to the point that I could no longer comfortably see the bottom, my dear terra, I hear a slap in the water not ten feet from me. I'm so startled I jumped a little, which is impressive when you are sitting in a kayak. I keep watch on the water and then a few seconds later I realize what the noise was, dolphins. It was a momma and her calf. The calf was being the playful one who was slapping the water with its tail. It was so amazing and I can't wait to go back. I was also inspired by the nature that was surrounding me so expect it to show in my work. For now here are some raw shots of the flora and fauna.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Being Sick Stinks


So I am friggin' sick. It's all out of love too. I went to my husband's softball game on Monday and the wind was gusting at what must have been a steady 20 mph, and it was cold. Either way I slowly through out the week could feel myself getting sick and tried as I might nothing works. I am a pitiful lump. What made today oh so memorable is the fact that my pitiful self was involved in a giant catastrophe that involved me, a bowl of grits, and my entire kitchen.
And begin story... I am a pitiful lump who is achy and weak all over and you would think that making a little bowl of grits would be a fairly simple task even in my state, WRONG! No sooner had I pulled my hot steaming grits from the microwave, I turned to walk into my kitchen to stir said grits. As I walk the whole two feet from the microwave to the counter I only get about a half a foot in and BLAMO! I have no idea what happened whether it was the bowl faltering in my less-than-Samson grip or slipping out from under my slippers but in an instant the instant grits were EVERY WHERE except in the bowl.
SO...what do I do? To my shock and amazement I start crying! I've gotten grits all over my fluffy comfy bathrobe, the only thing keeping me warm through the cold chills, and on every surface imaginable. The floor, the oven, inside the spice rack, on the backsplash, on and in the cabinets and the list goes on.
What was supposed to be a simple breakfast ended up in me deep cleaning the kitchen and relinquishing my bathrobe to the washer and dryer for two hours.

Needless to say I am starving and cold.

On a lighter note I listed my hand dyed yarn on Etsy. The title is a link to the listing and here is a picture to tantalize the senses.