Tuesday, April 29, 2008

From the Unfinished Pile


Summer's coming, and my mind turns to upcoming events, and I imagine what I'm going to wear. But really, if you think about it, how would most people know that I put on something from my existing wardrobe vs. something fresh off the needles? Never mind the logic, I just want the new thing. I started this vest about a year ago, coincidentally at the last Craft Mafia Spring event, and now I'm close to finishing. Just about two more inches on one side of the front, then blocking and bands. It's the Catriona vest from last year's Debbie Bliss Rialto book, with some modifications.
I have a pretty busy week ahead--deadlines at work, a drive out to the suburbs Friday for work and purchasing my new sewing machine, and preparing for the Hand-Mayed event at Zola Jones this Saturday!

Saturday, April 26, 2008

The Future


I drove out to Elmhurst today with my old machine. After a preliminary check, the news is not so good. The advice that I got was that I could end up spending a lot of money on the repair that may not extend the machine's life much, that could be put towards a new machine.
Here's the history of my old Bernina. It was a college graduation gift from my parents, so there's that emotional attachment. I remember that it cost about $1000, which was a lot more money in 1979. I used it quite a bit for about 25 years. I didn't use it much at the last apartment because of space. Other than some oil and cleaning, I never had it serviced. No one told me, but now it appears to be common sense. Like changing the oil in your car every 3000 miles, or changing the dog's water every day (which didn't occur to the Man while I was away).
With all the features of a moderately priced modern sewing machine, mine seems primitive. I'm really leaning towards a purchase. I can't talk about this with the Man, because it's going to use up all of my "stimulus" payment. So, I called my advisor (Mom), who thinks I should just go with the new one.
The shop gave me a great price, >30% off last year's version of this model. I didn't know this until today, but new models of sewing machines come out each year, like cars. With all the quilting and nesting projects I envision, I should just take the plunge. I'll be doing my bit for economic stimulus.

Friday, April 25, 2008

Note to Self: Buy Margaritas


I'm a working class girl. While I may be a yarn and fabric snob, in other ways I'm pretty easy to please. I like that pre-mixed Jose Cuervo margarita that you can buy in a big bottle. So nice to have it chilled. In the back of the refrigerator to take the edge off a day like today. With controversy at work that really makes me pause to think about what else I could do. I'm a little behind with work because of the family vacation, so I'll have an abbreviated weekend, because I need to work more, and still might not be caught up. My weekend will include taking my sewing machine in to be repaired. I oiled it last night, and got a few seams in, but then the motor worked extra hard and then froze again. My phone consultation with the shop does not have me hopeful. With a machine this old, replacement parts might not be available.
Have I ever mentioned what the Man does for a living? He's a low voltage electrician. He calls his trade "intercometry." I actually met him when he came to my condo building to repair our system. He had a few employees, and mostly directed them to job sites, and hung out at his favorite coffee shops. The economy and having one employee deported means that he has to do the hands on work more. Yesterday, at one building, his remaining employee told a resident that he was not fixing her alarm system that day. The woman burst into tears. Today, the Man found out that she was so upset because another resident of the building had been murdered.
Let's all have a drink, shall we?
In anticipation of the publication of Doggie Knits, I'm resurrecting some photos from our shoot in March 2006. Sort of to save you all from going to the archives, if you've just joined our story recently. This is Teddy, who was the top winning Cairn Terrier in the history of the breed. Between takes, Teddy would search the studio for mice. Fortunately, none were found. I don't relish the thought of a cute little dog ripping the head off a mouse. Teddy lives with Bee, the dog on my cover, in California. I must say, I do have a fondness for a fold over turtleneck. I think it finishes off a sweater just right, and holds in body heat.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Me Vs. Machines


I've been feeling quilty ever since being at that expo. So, today I set up my 30 year old Bernina for some sewing. I was so excited at the prospect of starting new projects, and finishing old ones, like sweaters in need of a zipper. I got a little done, and suddenly, everything sticks. Disappointment! I can't find oil. I'm hoping that oil is all this machine needs. It is old, and like my car, rode hard.
So, the machine count so far:
1. Sewing machine
2. Printer
3. Computer tower.
I need a handy man, stat.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Aftershocks


I missed the earthquake! Here's what I was up to--attending a recital headlined by my nephew, a superb musician. He's the one in our family that will be a real success.
I came home today, and I'm so happy to be back in my messy, doggie, Man-ly, knitty, quilty world.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Decisions


It's been over a year since I've been separated from these two for more than a day. I leave tomorrow evening to start a journey to Boston for a big family event. My adorable nephew is graduating from music school and he's giving a recital that's going to be really big and special for his parents. The big decision for me, of course, is what knitting to take. Something easy and portable. It may be limited to socks. I have at least four projects in progress. Do we think that will be enough?
I'm going to have some anxiety over leaving the care of Piccolo entirely to the Man. He's the fun parent. The one that lets her run loose in the alley, and without a sweater. It's fun until she licks antifreeze, gets hit by a car (a fate suffered by a Man family dog), or eaten by a cougar (one was, unfortunately, shot about a mile from here). I'm the must always be on a leash, in a sweater and boots, pick up the poo parent. So, I had a little discussion with the Man about the rules.
As much as I'm hoping this trip will be fun, and it's going to be an extravagance, I'm excited about the projects that are waiting here at home. In the interest of recession busting, I stocked up on quilt merchandise at the Quilt Expo last weekend. I won't be lacking for projects. This is totally nuts, but I want to make a little quilt for my dog. I bought the cutest vintage looking fabric with little dogs wearing sweaters! Perfect.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Things Change


I've had the Lucky Penny site up for over five years now, without many changes. Most of the sweaters on the models page were sold long ago. I've never been able to do much myself on it, other than post some events to a template. My magnificent web designer has gotten too busy to continue with the site, and not unexpectedly, has let me loose. She found a new home for me, that I can update myself, which I will resolve to do frequently! You can take a look at my new home under construction until April 25th.
I'll miss my little masthead, though.

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Stimulus Package


Remember 2001, when everyone got a tax rebate check? This is what I purchased with my last one, to stimulate the economy. What are the chances that I would find a vintage painting at an antique show that would so closely resemble the little ones I had living with me then, Penny and Gidget Alice? How could I walk away from it? Along with the other things I collect, dog art is an interest of mine.
I had my taxes done today. I have no idea how our American government can afford it, but in a few weeks I'll have another rebate deposited in an account. This time, the plan is to stimulate the economy of Lucky Penny. Because she is kind of broke these days. I'm hoping to finish two sweaters for costumes for the Chicago Shakespeare Theatre before I leave for a short excursion to Boston next week. My mom will be along, so I can't imagine that I'll be scouting out any yarn shops, even though I will be dying to.
I still can't get my cd slot on my computer tower pried open, so recycling photos here.
My current obsession is watching my book's sales rank. It changes daily, and I have no clear idea regarding what it all means. Thank you so much to all my friends that have pre-ordered! Not too much longer now.

Saturday, April 05, 2008

Sunsalve Secret Liason, part two


We left off Penny's story with me facing some hard decisions about her future. I was not prepared to care for a blind dog. She had other issues as well, including a mouth full of completely rotted teeth, she needed to be spayed, and she turned out to have fleas, resulting in tapeworm, and to top it all off, to no great surprise, was malnourished. I did consider taking her back to the kennel. As horrible as it was, the kennel was the only life she had known, and there, she knew the path from her box to outside, and had other dogs to guide her. I wanted to give her a chance, and not return her unless her problems were irreversible. I found a veterinary opthamologist, Gretchen Schmidt, DVM, who had a practice in my home town, and I consider to be one of the coolest people alive. During Penny's exam, her first veterinary exam ever, I told her what I was considering. "What do you want to do that for?," she asked, as she took two little bottles from the cabinet. The treatment for Penny's condition, called keratosis, was eye drops! So simple. Keratosis is a build up of pigment on the eye, that can happen with large, protruding eyes, and from being kept in a dirty environment. There were functional eyes under that tough leather. The drops were to help the pigment slough away. Her eye care for life was the drops, and using artificial tears to keep her eyes moist. Eventually enough pigment went away that she could see around what was left. In those first few days, I was able to coax her around the block walking on a leash. It was clear to me that Penny wanted to stay. And stay she did.
Penny never really fully adjusted to her new life. She was my pet, but didn't really want any one else. When the Man reappeared in my life, Penny did not do much to make him welcome, but eventually resigned herself to the fact that the Man was here to stay. I was furious with the kennel for the cruel treatment of Penny, and the other dogs who were left behind. Angry enough to call the Department of Agriculture to report them. The kennel people didn't get it--"we gave you that dog" is what they said to me. I'm not sure that I did the right thing--it's likely that they did not give another dog to rescue when the dog was no longer producing.
I think that when you adopt any pet, you take a risk, and the relationship that you get might not be the one you expect. I certainly didn't expect to adopt a blind dog that would have adjustment problems and other chronic health issues. I have no regrets about deciding to keep Penny, and wouldn't hesitate to adopt a special needs or older pet. I believe that the quality of the relationship is more important than the length.
It was important that the rescue message reached so many people yesterday--but we, as animal lovers, all have a responsibility to educate each other. If we no longer obtain our pets from a store that will sell a dog to anyone with the money, regardless of the living situation that pet may endure, this industry may go away. If we seek out our pets from shelters and breed rescues, we reduce the demand for mill puppies. If our pets are spayed and neutered, we reduce the staggering number of unwanted pets that are euthanized every day. It begins with us.
I think I need to kiss Piccolo, right now.

Friday, April 04, 2008

Sunsalve Secret Liason, part one


If you drive in downtown Chicago, the billboard near Randolph street at the expressway is impossible to miss. Placed near Harpo Studios, the sign implored Oprah to do a show on the topic of puppy mills. Today, Oprah did the show. It tore my heart out to see magnificent pets euthanized because there was not room for them. I was familiar with conditions at puppy mills, because one of my dogs came from a situation very similar. This show took me back to witnessing the conditions that Penny endured, and how I rescued her.
Most of you don't know about my journeys with my pets, or how those experiences changed me. Before I go into detail about Penny and her adoption and rehabilitation, I want to make a few statements regarding my core beliefs:
1. I believe in rescue. For every pet adopted from a shelter, two animals benefit, because room is made for another to potentially find a home.
2. I believe that older and special needs pets deserve loving homes.
3. I believe that a commitment to a pet is made for the pet's life.
4. I believe that adopting another pet honors the memory of your pets that have died before.
In November of 1995, I was mourning the loss of my first dog, Yoda, who had died that September. Her loss left a void like I had never felt. I needed a helpless, furry creature to love. I wanted a Pekingese, like my Yoda. I knew that I couldn't replace her, but there would be enough similarities that would be comforting. I sought out a local breed rescue. The contact put me in touch with a kennel that was giving up a female dog that had been kept for breeding. I assumed that a dog that important to a kennel would have received the best care. It turned out, I was clueless about how a show mill operates.
Her English and American papers had her named Sunsalve Secret Liason. A fancy name for a creature who was treated like livestock, and had the ear tattoo to prove it. Reviewing her lineage, I saw one generation of inbreeding (so that's why you're psycho! I would say to her). She had a perfect, beautiful face, and an abundant red coat. Her beauty condemned her to a life as a breeder. In a show mill, a few dogs are kept in the home for the public to see, and the rest are kept hidden, each contained in a wooden box, taken out to breed, or for two excursions to the dog runs daily. In Penny's case, her appearance was the only attribute that was passed on to however many offspring she produced. During the years she was with me, she had surgeries on one knee and one hip, and maybe one day would have required it for the knee and hip on her other side. What this means is that Penny should have lived her entire life as a pet. Her knee and hip deformities were very likely passed on to future generations. The common practice for a pet adopted through rescue, is that the animal is spayed or neutered. Penny was not when I liberated her from the kennel. All the breeder said, was not to breed Penny. She wasn't really interested in what type of life Penny would have outside the kennel. I was shocked to find the history of this kennel in a book I have about the history of the Pekingese. If this place was well regarded, clearly the practice of breeding pets was horribly corrupt. We took her home, and she made no sounds. She didn't have any kind of reaction when we spoke to her.
Holding Penny close to me, and looking in her eyes, it occurred to me that I did not see my refection in them. I could not see her eyes. What was where eyes would be looked like dried out leather. Penny was blind.
My emotions still raw from the loss of Yoda, living alone, on a limited budget, I realized that I had taken on a pet that had tremendous problems, and had needs that I was not prepared for. I had some hard decisions to make.
To be continued...................

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Little Bad Ass


What are the chances of this happening? This morning, I was out in the back yard, with Piccolo, who was wearing one of her newest sweaters, that I refer to as the "kitchen sink"--It has four different types of yarn, including navaho plied hand spun and a cashmere and polwarth turtleneck. My neighbor came out into her yard, and admired the new sweater. We chatted a bit, and she revealed her former business as a dog milliner. I decided to do a little sleuthing using Google. The image above is of her dog, Vito, on the cover of a Bad Examples album. Vito's mom, Terri, told me that there are more photos of Vito in hats on the album liner. Vito is fifteen years old now. How lovely to have a companion like him for so long! In his youth, he was a "bad ass" pug. He looks like he has quite the attitude here.