Crochet

Whitney’s Scarf

Ok, I know.  To the naked eye, I look to be in a be bit of a rut.  But it’s just such awesome gratification when I complete a variation on this scarf.  Not to mention the fact that my dear, sweet darling daughter has been asking for one since the process began.  So this is the “Whitney” scarf.  She sat down with the rainbow of lovely Catania cotton and chose these colors.

You’ll note that the stitch pattern is very similar to the Spring Green scarf I posted last week. But the color variations bring it a little more into alignment with the Seascape version. Instead of chaining 308 to begin, I chained 208 to adjust for the ten-year old factor.

My child has an eye for color.  Always…all her life. This color pallet reminds me of Easter.  The pastels and gemtones of Easter eggs nestled in the grass.

Have a great Monday!

General

Catch and Release

Last week was Spring Break for my kiddos.  We didn’t plan a trip or family vacation, but we did a little “stay-cationing”. We were looking for something to do on Friday and decided to check out the Texas Freshwater Fisheries Center.  Yes, I know, sexy right?  Not so much, but it was actually pretty cool.  I had expected a freshwater aquarium. I had heard that there was a pond where this kids could fish, but I didn’t realize that they had developed a small wetlands trail and preserve.

Or that they encourage wild life habitat as part of the preserve

It was beautiful and unexpected. And even though I did expect lots and lots of catfish.  I don’t know that I was prepared for these guys!

or these

You could buy fish food from a small vending machine for a quarter and it created quite the frenzy.  I had to coax the kids to go back over after they got splashed by some pretty fishy fish water. You actually did find yourself a little worried about the probability of fish obesity and the heart-health implications of the constant food….

But then when you get down to brass tacks, it’s really all about activities that, although not great for fish well-being, are all cosmic reminders of the interspecies food chain…Right?….Maybe not.

This was an awesome little “catch and release” pond situated in the middle of the center. Apparently, the fish were biting right up until we dropped our lines in the water… 🙂  Note to self: One has to catch in order to release.

Have a great weekend! Check out some of the natural beauty that may be around the corner in your neck of the woods.

Chicken Mission

Hey Chicks, Come out and Play!

I wasn’t sure what to expect when I brought the Hogwarts’ four home.  So day one, I donned rubber boots and jetted out to the chicken coop to visit. What can I say? I was excited.  Upon arrival, I called out to them, clucked, cajoled…no chickens.  So I rationalized, hey, maybe they’re sleeping in.  Who knows right?  New place, long drive home, I’ll give them some time.  So I worked around the yard.  I have fire ants in my raised garden beds and I had some eradicating to do anyway.  Basically, I just wanted to give them space.  An hour or so later, back to the coop I went.  No chickens.  I called out to them softly, coaxing, finally decided I’d take a load off and wait them out.  So I opened the door of the coop and had a seat.  Once sitting, this is what I saw.

These ladies were not coming out. Only one of them was even remotely interested.  So I began talking.  I threw out a few leafy greens.  I waited. Finally, Jenny Weasley came through!

I knew I loved that girl! Finally, somebody was going to come out and play.Yo, Jenny what’s up? Hey girl…

Hey Lucy, where did you come from?

Wizard?  I didn’t see you were here too…

Pixie?  Back off a little babe…

Jenny, wait! Where are you going? Don’t go!

Hmmm…maybe we should just give them a little more space…

Chicken Mission

Meet the Flockers

Are four chickens enough to make a “flock”?  I’ll have to google it.  For now, I’m going to use it.  Let’s meet the little flockers!

Jenny Weasley and Minerva McGonagall.  These ladies are 2 month old Black Sex Link pullets.  Jenny (on the left) is bold and inquisitive.  Minerva is on the shy side.  This breed can begin laying as early as four months old!

Here we have Hermione Granger and Luna Lovegood.  Hermione (to the rear) is the bolder of the two ladies.  Luna (although nearest the camera in this instance)is by far the most introverted of the four.  I wouldn’t go so far as to call her flightly, but she certainly ducks out quickly if conditions aren’t ideal, and her feathers disarrange easily.  That was random, but it’s like her hair’s messed up.  I think it’s funny. Anyway, these ladies are two month old Plymouth Barred Rock pullets-also reputed to be great layers.  Although they won’t begin laying until they’re around 6 months old. That’s ok, ladies. Pace yourself…

If you’ve noticed a theme with the names, it was purposeful.  My ten-year old just completed the Harry Potter series, and she demanded an active role in assigning identify.  She took one look at Jenny Weasley with her bright red neckline and it was a done deal. It makes for a very unique interpretation of Hogwarts I think.  Hogwarts Henhouse….? Sweet.

 

 

Chicken Mission

Chicken Mission Accomplished!

We are “go”  for chickens!

I’ve been trolling Craigslist for weeks and quickly determined that given how little I know about chickens, buying my first batch of pullets from a state inspected breeder was probably the best route.  Fast forward to Tuesday of this week.  I took off work early and drove 45 minutes to Fowl Weather Farm, a not so distant breeder that seemed to fit the bill. The young proprietress of Fowl Weather Farm was helpful and professional and we ended the day Tuesday with four new friends and Chicken Mission accomplished!

I had intended to buy at least two Dominique (pronounced dominicker)  pullets and was open to the breed of the other two ladies.  I ended up with two Barred Rocks and two Black Sex Links.  Black Sex Links aren’t kinky.  A Black Sex Link is a cross between a Rhode Island Red Rooster and a Barred Rock hen.  You can tell what sex the chicken is by the coloring around its neck, hence the moniker of “sex link”.  And although their name shows a stunning lack of imagination, all should be great laying hens.  The Barred Rocks look just like a Dominique to the untrained eye, but apparently lay slightly larger eggs.  Eggs being the driving force behind this chicken mission, I was  fickle and opted for the Barred Rocks.  I have an egg dependency, you see. I’m not ashamed of it.

General

Watch out! “Me” Time Can Be A Problem….

I’m an HR Manager by day…a mom/domestic at night.  In reality, the two jobs actually utilize a lot of the same skill sets and mental muscle.  Unfortunately, I pretty much use up all my emotional intelligence (not to mention tolerance for the human race) during the day.  By night, I’m a conflict-hating introvert.  I avoid interaction.  Shamefully, that avoidance often includes my husband and children, and always includes any extracurricular interaction with friends or family.

Early on in my midlife crisis, I realized my crafting could be an unwitting accomplice to my extreme after-hours introversion. I have to be very careful to temper my selfish desire to pursue what can be a therapeutic and calming hobby. If I don’t, I ignore my kids, the house stays dirty, groceries go unpurchased, takeout reigns…This can be ok on occasion, but obviously, wouldn’t be tenable for the long haul.  I’ll be honest, finding balance between what I want to do and what I need to do remains an opportunity for me.  I know it’s a potential obstacle, however, so I keep my eyes peeled.

The lesson embedded here is that even with  productive, creative pursuits, there can be pitfalls.  The really cool thing is that the problem can also be the solution.  It takes self-discipline to temper my after-hours metamorphosis into a hermit.  It also takes self-discipline to learn a skill and use that skill to bring an item or project to completion.  In essence, both require that I flex the same muscle.  Now obviously, it’s easier to flex that muscle with the more selfishly pleasing task.  That’s ok.  At least I’m using the self-discipline muscle.  The more I use it, the stronger it gets. Ultimately, the act of exerting self-discpline makes me more likely to do it in the future.  Hence, my decision this evening to play angry birds and eat apple instead of beading or working on my afghan.  Hold it…Yes, I know…that doesn’t sound like it required self-discipline does it?…oh well, take that example and you know…such the like.