Sunday, February 01, 2009

What I've Learned This Week


  • I've learned that felting is kind of fun, but it's also probably a huge waste of water and energy in a front load washer because I had to put this hot pad, which I discovered on Purl Bee's blog though an "express" cycle at least three times to get it to felt, and even then you can still see some of the stitches.
  • I learned that it's also probably not a good idea to use really fuzzy red yarn with not-so-fuzzy cream yarn if you're going to felt. It didn't exactly bleed, but it sure did "fuzz" onto the cream.
  • I learned that you can make mistakes in your knitting when you plan to felt, and it doesn't matter because you can't see that much stitch definition even when you do use a front load washer.




  • I like knitting hearts. I found this pattern on ravelry, and it's fun and pretty easy, just a ittle fiddly at the beginning and end.
  • I've learned that it's fun to prepare to celebrate little holdiays like Valentine's Day if you ignore the sappy, materialistic corporate barrage of commercials. I knit these little hearts, and I'm going to knit more of them and just give them to people I like...and keep some for myself too!

  • I've learend that bugging Russ to build stuff for me doesn't work and that I should just let him know what I'd like him to do and patiently wait because it's always worth it. He started this "built-in" bookcase a couple of days ago, and I'm going to love it. Mmmm what knitting-related items can I display on the top?


  • Finally, I learned that even though I live in a dusty, oil town that can be the most misterable place in the world during the summer and is pretty much lacking in any culture whatsoever, I'm happy and proud to call it home. I've never hated it here; My husband and I make a good living, which gives us a lot of freedom, and we've always known that we were lucky to live in a nice neighborhood with good friends all around. In these two weeks since Shaye's funeral though, I realized just how deep that "friend" pool is here. The night I wrote my post about Shaye, over two hundred people (mostly kids) showed up in front of her parents' house and laid hundreds of roses around a tree in their front yard, then they quietly left to go to one of two homes of fellow teachers who had opened their doors so that the kids would have a place to grieve and be comforted together. The principal of our high school let school out an hour early so that our students could more easily attend the funeral, and he drove a van full of kids home from school early that day so that the regular bus drivers could attend the funeral. Over 1200 people attended the funeral--that's in a town with a populaiton of just over 20,000. There are all kinds of other "good" things that I could write about, but I think I'm finished. It's still a horrific thing, as Paige says, "It's so terrible, I don't want to go there most of the time." But, life is going on. My friends have returned to work.. at the same high school their daughter attended, and, as I said earlier, I've learned that I live in a place surrounded with wonderful, caring people.
  • Oh! And I didn't need to "learn" this because I already knew it, but it was also reinforced for me, just how kind the people I've gotten to "know" through blogging are. Thank you for all of your kind and supportive words.

9 comments:

Julie said...

I'm glad you and your family are able to find strength through your community. What a comforting way to live your life, knowing that in a time of hardship everyone can come together and support each other unconditionally. You are blessed, my friend.

Knittings Nice! said...

As my darling Father says..."life is a rich tapestry"..and to have a community is a worthwhile thing.

Willow said...

I know you knew already what a wonderful community you live in. It's hard to think that it takes a tragedy to get most people to think about it. I am glad, too, that your friends have such a supportive and loving community for them at this time. And remember that they WANT to hear about their daughter. It's ok to talk about her so they know you are not forgetting her.

TheBlackSheep said...

It's good to hear that you live in a good community. It seems these things are getting rarer these days, and consequentally worth more? Or maybe not. Good friends and neighbours have always been an enrichment.

Wool Winder said...

Her parents must have been moved to tears by the rose memorial. I'm touched just reading about it.

Tracy said...

Glad to see you back here, and that you are finding strength there at home, here in blogland and elsewhere...And not least in feling. :o) Very cute, those hearts. That built-in shelf will be great...What about a "bouquet" of old knitting needles in a vase on the top? A rose memorial...how fitting for a young girl. Thank you for sharing so much here later. Blessings to you & yours ((HUGS))

ali said...

It's communities like that, that make community such a nice word.

Alison Boon said...

Such a comfort to know that in times of need your community pulls together.
Great lessons you've learnt

JayJay said...

What a wonderful community you have. In these hard times, it's nice to hear about people taking care of one another.

That bookcase looks beautiful, by the way!