Ups and Downs
My last full day in England, Pete, Carol and Margaret and I went to Betty's in Ilkley for tea. We had tea! and I also bought some to bring home.
Pete and Carol bought a Yorkshire curd pie for our supper later that evening. That and flapjacks were the two new taste treats from this trip. Other things were tasty mind you, but these were new, unexpected, and delightful.
Margaret and I nipped over to Duttons too, and I managed to find a few buttons, but really you need a focus and more time for true button shopping. It was a little shop, but much to see!
When we dropped Margaret off, she ran inside and came out with another gift for me:
In the short time since Margaret found out I am to be a grandmother, she knit my coming grandchild a lovely little sweater! Fast! Cute! Thank you Margaret :)! Yes, the buttons are from Duttons.
The next day began the long journey home. We will not speak of Continental Airlines starting it all off with a two hour delay. I had breakfast while I waited. We will not speak of Continental Airlines keeping us waiting at customs in Newark for AN HOUR for our luggage, thus missing the connecting flight. We will not speak of standing in line for ANOTHER HOUR with all the other passengers who missed their connecting flights to re-book on a later plane. We will not speak of having to run to another terminal, go through security AGAIN while the second connecting flight is announcing final boarding, and finally boarding at the last minute before the doors close. We will not speak of a long trip that would have taken 21 hours on a good day, now up to 29 hours. We will not speak of it again.
I've been keeping mind and hands occupied since I've been home with dyeing some silk for SOAR classes coming up this Fall:
Always nice to contemplate lovely colors on silk, and the dyeing is easy enough to do while not-really-present.
I usually come home from a class ready to get to work on projects that I've had to abandon for travel. I've had this pile bag on the loom for several months waiting, and it was a good week to watch dyepots, listen to a book and tie knots:
The pile yarn for this is some I purchased in Melbourne at the Victorian Tapestry Workshop:
The yarns are fine:
I stranded five together to make the size yarn I would need, in colors I am using:
The blended colors add a richness and depth not possible with a single dyed strand:
I love the surface texture with these yarns too, and will have to husband the rest of them for a special project some day (or, gasp! order more yarns!).
All this dyeing and weaving has served to distract me this week from jet-lag and re-entry into my own life again. The hardest part of the week, and saddest of all though, has been having to say good-bye to Mojo:
He was a good cat, a grand friend, and we miss him.
Pete and Carol bought a Yorkshire curd pie for our supper later that evening. That and flapjacks were the two new taste treats from this trip. Other things were tasty mind you, but these were new, unexpected, and delightful.
Margaret and I nipped over to Duttons too, and I managed to find a few buttons, but really you need a focus and more time for true button shopping. It was a little shop, but much to see!
When we dropped Margaret off, she ran inside and came out with another gift for me:
In the short time since Margaret found out I am to be a grandmother, she knit my coming grandchild a lovely little sweater! Fast! Cute! Thank you Margaret :)! Yes, the buttons are from Duttons.
The next day began the long journey home. We will not speak of Continental Airlines starting it all off with a two hour delay. I had breakfast while I waited. We will not speak of Continental Airlines keeping us waiting at customs in Newark for AN HOUR for our luggage, thus missing the connecting flight. We will not speak of standing in line for ANOTHER HOUR with all the other passengers who missed their connecting flights to re-book on a later plane. We will not speak of having to run to another terminal, go through security AGAIN while the second connecting flight is announcing final boarding, and finally boarding at the last minute before the doors close. We will not speak of a long trip that would have taken 21 hours on a good day, now up to 29 hours. We will not speak of it again.
I've been keeping mind and hands occupied since I've been home with dyeing some silk for SOAR classes coming up this Fall:
Always nice to contemplate lovely colors on silk, and the dyeing is easy enough to do while not-really-present.
I usually come home from a class ready to get to work on projects that I've had to abandon for travel. I've had this pile bag on the loom for several months waiting, and it was a good week to watch dyepots, listen to a book and tie knots:
The pile yarn for this is some I purchased in Melbourne at the Victorian Tapestry Workshop:
The yarns are fine:
I stranded five together to make the size yarn I would need, in colors I am using:
The blended colors add a richness and depth not possible with a single dyed strand:
I love the surface texture with these yarns too, and will have to husband the rest of them for a special project some day (or, gasp! order more yarns!).
All this dyeing and weaving has served to distract me this week from jet-lag and re-entry into my own life again. The hardest part of the week, and saddest of all though, has been having to say good-bye to Mojo:
He was a good cat, a grand friend, and we miss him.
posted by Sara at 7:02 AM
17 Comments:
I'm sorry about your kitty :(
oh, I'm sorry to hear about your cat. I know the time is coming to let my darling go and I dread it so much.
Those dyed silk colors make me happy that I chose your SOAR workshop and I wish it was scheduled for next week instead of months away.
I'm sorry about Mojo.
Oh no, did this happen while you were away or when you got back. I'm so sorry.
I'm very sorry about the loss of your dear Mojo. Our special pets are our family, and will always be close to our hearts.
Oh, dear, I'm sorry about Mojo. So unfair that lives are different lengths.
I'm so sorry, Sara.
So sorry to hear about your cat. Keep your chin up. They are such a big part of our lives.
I love the colors!! Such gorgeous silks!!
Your mojo looks so much like my Isis, who is getting old and sore...I feel for your loss. I dread the day. She was my baby long before my son was even a hope.
The Island of the Disappeared comes and snatches kitties when you least expect it and it never seems to give them back. I hate it!!! I'm sorry that Mojo was beamed up while your back was turned. It begs the question 'Why the really good ones'? (But who'd want an island full of mean cats or ones with no personality).
My condolences,
Oh, yeah, welcome back.
I am SO sorry about your kitty. We had to have our 1 year-old kitten put down a couple of months ago and our hearts are still sore.
Oh, so sorry about your Mojo. I no longer see or hear my Tess calling to me from the stairs, but I continue to miss her. It eases though, and the happier memories remain, as they will eventually for you. *hugs
oh, so sorry about Mojo...hopefully my purry Mike will be waiting for him on the other side.
Glad you made it back safe after all those travel woes.
Do tell about the marudai in your last post. MJ is intrigued.
So sorry about Mojo. I hope his passing was at least peaceful.
And let me echo Amy: Maru dai - tell more! Bring to SOAR!
So sorry about your Mojo. There are some that are just different in our lives. It will never get better,just easier.
Oh, Sara. I read that and looked at ours asleep (on my wool!) and hurt for you, and for all the others we've said good-bye to. The last act of love and it still hurts so very much... but not them, not any more.
{pause for thought}
But yes, with luck, there will be SOAR. And that silk is beautiful. Could you do a post introducing the use of Lanaset dyes sometime? We can get them, but one supplier decided not to stock them because they're so different from those her customers usually use (acid, kool aid).
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