Button Stash!
Value Village to the rescue, yet again. I haven’t ever had a button stash of my own- I love buttons, but have never had the money to buy buttons when I find them. They’re expensive! I’ve looked at bags of buttons before, but I find they pretty much always look battered once the’ve been thrown together in a bag or jar or what-have-you. Not these ones!
I love these old jars. I think it looks really rustic/cool with the buttons inside!
They’re lovely, and in great shape, and there are even sets of buttons!
Oh yes. I’ll have lots of fun with these…
For taking the time to leave a note or send an email. My mum and I really really appreciate it. You have no idea! It’s certainly been a trying few weeks, so knowing that there are people in your corner, even at a distance, is great.
Mum had her surgery on Wednesday morning, and now the dreaded Garlic Free portion of the programme is over! Norma would be very interested to hear that mum’s surgeon asked her not to have any garlic for 10 days before surgery because it’s a blood thinner! Neat eh? He decided to do some research into the effects of the supplements that people take, to see if there might be any contraindications with surgery. He found that garlic is indeed a blood thinner, so better safe than sorry. When it looked like the pre-surgery dye injection wasn’t going to happen as planned, meaning that surgery would have to be put off for 3 weeks (the OR in Perth gets closed down for summer vacation for 2 weeks every summer, and that’d be starting on Monday) she was angry about the garlic! We’re a food family. We love garlic. So that was what she chose to be mad about! Better than being mad about having cancer, right? She was so funny about it. I love my mum!
Oh! Funny cancer surgery story. Kinda a teeny bit gross, so you’ve been warned. Before surgery they inject a dye into the area to (I assume) be able to better see the bits they’re working on. The doc tells mum to warn my dad that she’s going to come out of surgery looking a weird grey colour, and mum should know that her pee will be green. Sure enough, she comes home looking (I imagine, since I wasn’t there) rather like an alien. The funny part? When I spoke to mum that evening she mentioned the green pee and said “It’s not so much green as teal. It’s beautiful! Would make a gorgeous yarn or fabric dye!” Again, I love my mum.
Anyway, all that to say that the surgery is done, there are a few weeks off to heal and then the radiation starts. That’s when all the fun begins…
With all the waiting around, there has indeed been knitting going on!
Eunny Jang’s Endpaper Mitts. Raveled here
These are great fun to work on, as the stranded part flies by. Probably because it’s compelling to see the pattern emerge. The photos need updating as the first mitt is done, and the cuff and a few rounds of the stranded pattern on the second mitt are done. Mind you, really, I have knit 4 cuffs. Once, forgetting to use the small needles for the ribbing. The second time I cast on 2 stitches too many. 3rd time’s a charm I guess!
Baby hat pattern I pulled together, Raveled here. It’s fashioned after the Norwegian Sweet Baby Cap, Raveled here.
This was knit up in an afternoon/evening one day, out of random stash yarn, and with ears added because it looks like a little bear hat to me. I had to futz with the pattern to suit the different gauge, and then mess around with the proportions to make it fit an actual human baby. Again, the yarn I was using was wildly different that the yarn the original pattern called for, so the drape is strange, so the depth was funny, so… Anyway. This was another knit done compulsively to take my mind off of things. I love knitting for that reason!
Another little hat, knit obsessively in an evening. Raveled here.
Yet another compulsive knit. I have yarn. What can I do with this yarn? Hmm. Cowl? Knit, knit, knit… no. Rip. Scarf thing? Knit, knit, knit…. who wants a lumpy scarf like this? Rip. A hat? Knit, knit, knit… knit…. hey, kinda cool! Knit, decrease, knit, decrease… Voila! A hat. I have two balls of this. 3 hats out of 2 balls in one evening. I like that. The photos of it/them? Notsomuch. What can I say? I was rushed by the time I got to shooting those, and the light was fading fast. You can see the golden evening colour of it in all those photos!
So that’s the update so far. I’m finally coming up from under all the craziness that is my inbox and getting my act back together with all the work I owe people. It’s amazing how things can come off the rails when someone you love is laid low. Onward and upward!
About a week and a half after my last post, just when I was in the middle of trying to get some really terrific things going, life threw my family a curve ball. Since then we’ve been holding our collective breath to see if the ball gets hit out of the park.
My mum was diagnosed with Breast Cancer.
The thing about this is that it’s not an uncommon thing to creep into a family these days. Loads of women will be diagnosed with Breast Cancer this year, and not all of them will have a family history it. My mum has no history of cancer in the family, whatsoever. She lives a healthy lifestyle, she nursed her twins for 10 months, she has a healthy body weight and never smoked, had regular mammograms. You know, she did it all right. So what’s the deal?
My mum is not a whiner. She’s not going on about “why me?” but we’re all wondering “How?”. Of course, we’re rallying as a family, and doing what we can to help out and be present, and while she’s going through the weeks of daily radiation I’ll be there making dinners and doing laundry and all that.
This is not a post to publicly feel sorry for myself, as I’m not feeling it and I know I’m certainly not alone in being a daughter worried about her mum. I guess what this post is really for is to say keep healthy. If you’re a woman get to know your breasts through self-exams, and if/once you’re of appropriate age get your mammograms done regularly. Find a doctor you’re comfortable with. If you’re in Ottawa my mum HIGHLY recommends the Ontario Breast Screening Centre in the Hampton Park Plaza, at Carling and Kirkwood. They were marvelous there, and the reaction all the way down the line has been quick and professional and compassionate.
Mum has surgery next Wednesday, then it’s a few weeks till the radiation starts. It’ll be a while before I can really let my breath out. For the time being? Keep on trucking.
As my mum said to me last week, “I’m going to be a survivor.”
If I owe you an email or a call or a portfolio, I sincerely apologise. I hope you can understand that I’ve been in a bit of a fog lately. I will be back up and running soon! I’m under a rather heaving blanket of emails I’m afraid…
