Thursday, September 29, 2011

Knitting and things orange . . .

Do you ever have an after-the-fact realization that, once you've seen it, you are surprised you never noticed it before? I had such a moment the other evening while buying, probably an unnecessary yet still needed, new round knitting needle. I tend to tuck my knitting needles into bags with a few spools of yarn, running off to the park, or the beach, or the who-knows-where I think they might prove handy to bide my otherwise lovely time, but fill in the edges of feeling useful. I think most of the people who tend to knit or crochet, love the yarn and the experience, but also love the feeling of having something to do when they are just sitting and waiting, or chatting, or watching a movie, or something where not too much visible forward productivity is happening. Anyway, with all that chatter finished, I was at the fabric store late in the evening and found the perfect yarn for a project I had high on my list for making. The yarn's package said it took size nine, American needles, so being that I often can't find which needles I am looking for at which exact moment, I decided a new pair would not hurt my projects likeliness of actually being executed . . . But nines looked so big, and as my eyes stretched across the sizing options, I decided sixes were my perfect match. Well, as I picked them up I also realized I always pick sixes, or perhaps sevens. They are the size needles that feel right in my fingers and look right to my eyes. Even thicker yarn tends to work best for me with this size needle. 
I am a relatively loose knitter, so maybe this is why. Anyway, I have probably bought this same size needle eighty-percent of my needle-buying career. Does anyone else have a favorite knitting needle size? Maybe everyone loves size sixes . . . 
I had a similar thing happen when I was a teenager. I always disliked orange, I never could understand how someone's eyes could view it as pretty. To me it was a road construction color, orange cones and orange vests . . . I still don't like that shade of it, it is so extreme and flat, but at the time I didn't even like winter squash orange. Then slowly, creeping-up-on-me-ish, when I was put to make a color choice, I'd pick orange. I don't know where it started. I think of a blanket I was given in particular where the orange-ness was so warm and complete, perhaps that had its influence. 
     
                       I guess that it is called learning about yourself . . . hmm . . . ~ Marica


Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Into the Flowers . . .

Why are flowers and flower gardens so magical?
I am never tired of looking at, smelling, or somehow involving myself with flowers . . .

 Sometimes it rubs off on the kids . . . Especially when scissors are involved . . .
 I love watching them carefully clip dead blooms as they chatter about this and that . . .
How they are being "so careful" 
 They are helping, and they are enjoying themselves . . . 
What better a combination can be asked for ? ? ?


                                                               ~ Marica

Monday, September 26, 2011

Dinner of Broccoli Soup, Vegan and Gluten-Free . . .

Everyone has had a bit of a cold lately . . . The weather has been taking an Autumnish tone . . . 
So in respect of sniffling noses and colder days, there has been a fair amount of 
soup consumed around here . . .
 The first soup was a fiery tortilla soup with fresh grown cayenne, and thai peppers . . .
 Tonight's soup started with potatoes,
 and as it grew into its full form
 took on an Indian flavor . . . 
 Broccoli and Potato, vegan and gluten-free soup
In a pot with an inch or so of water, simmer until extremely soft:

3 new potatoes, sliced thinly

Add and simmer a bit longer:

1 cup cooked garbanzo beans
2 teaspoons yellow curry powder
4 cups water

Add:

8 cups fresh broccoli, chopped finely
Pinch nutmeg
Dash of dill
Salt and black pepper to taste
A generous squeeze of lemon

Optional: Cayenne, chili powder or pepper flakes.

                                                       Hope you all are staying well  ~ Marica

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Some of this last week . . .

We have had a lot going on the this last week . . .
 I thought I'd put a mostly photographic post of some of the fun stuff we did . . .

Pancakes for snack . . . 
 Twelve-times tables . . . 
 Exploring squash . . . 



 Drawing character cards . . . 
Project finished . . . 
 Practicing letters . . . 
 Sand play . . . 
  Making bird's nests . . . 






                                                           ~ Marica

Thursday, September 22, 2011

A tid bit of Santa Barbara . . .

Every so often my mom and I go and spend some time together in Santa Barbara. It is only a short drive through the mountains to the coast where it sits comfortable at an almost always sixty to seventy degree temperature. It is one of the older cities in California. The architecture is lovely, and although it is quite touristy, it is still a nice place to spend an afternoon. 
 Many of the buildings are spanish influenced, due to the spanish settlers 
from several hundred years ago . . .
 Around here it is rare to see a building that is even much over a century old.
 It was a wonderful experience when I visited France as a teenager
 to see buildings that dated back a thousand years. Bricks are always a breath of fresh air to me,
we see them so seldom. I was trying to use the word seldomly only to find it doesn't exist:

("Seldomly is not a word. Seldom is already an adverb, so the adverbial -ly adds nothing.

This error will likely continue to appear as long as seldom remains a relatively seldom used word.")
 There are the most amazing trees . . . I think the warm coastal climate 
allows for delicate species to thrive . . . 
But what we usually come for  is lunch . . . 
We have a favorite Indian Buffet we eat almost every time. . .
And we dissolve into unsweetened chai . . . My mom will down several cups . . . 
Often we make our way through the remnants store. 
The itchy inspiration in there alone always leaves me with spinning ideas . . .
 Rolls and rolls of possibility . . .
Rightly useful information . . . 
 Bolts with the common thread of red . . . Ah, so satisfying . . .
Leaving the fabric behind, we passed giant stuffed beings . . . 
Then a whole different kind of inspiration lured us in . . .
 Trays and trays of beads . . .
 Hanging strands of potential projects with colors that drip from the rainbow directly . . . 
 At our last fun stop I came across these amazing bird houses . . . 
I am now so determined make one of my own . . . 
                                ~ Marica