This one is for you Mary Ann



This one is for my fiber fiend friend in Newton Mass.



I am currently working on three projects, a pair of socks, a cardigan and a new baby blanket.  The baby is due in the spring so I have plenty of time there and the others are more therapy then on a schedule.


First are my latest socks, this time for me !!  Yipeee.  I am sure you quickly spotted the mismatched dye lot.................I confess now to you Mary Ann that I sometimes buy yarn without a purpose in mind.  I cannot help myself, the colors the textures, I have very little self control when it comes to yarn.  This yarn is Aslan Trends Santa Fe 85 % Merino 15 % Wool, very soft and stretchy and machine wash and dry flat. I visited a lovely yarn shop just off of Abehcorn St. in Savannah Georgia and fell in love with the color.  I later found the yarn to finish the pair on line at Webs.
  I will wear these socks regardless of the mismatch and do penance every time I look at them, they will remind me that from now to eternity to only buy yarn when I have picked the project.




Next.     A boxy cardigan for.......I'm not sure yet, what size are you ????  This was a purchase at the MOFGA Common Ground Fair.  Nancy is a fascinating woman to spend time talking with, you would love this fair Mary Ann the last weekend of Sept. in Unity Maine.  




Don't you want her life !!!





Last.     This is a baby blanket knit on circular needles, wash and dry merino from Knit Picks.com, very affordable.  This is a repeat of the famous blanket that never reached Australia.  The pattern is at Knitty.com just search wildstripes baby blanket.



Thanks for the inquiry Mary Ann keep on clicking !!!
xoxoxo



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Happy Birthday Lindsey


Twenty eight years ago today I was about to embark on something that would change my life, who I was, and what I believed was really important.  I was about to meet a woman that would steal my heart, make me laugh, make me cry, show me great  wisdom, and sometimes poor judgement, she would swell my heart to bursting with pride, and break my heart when hers was troubled.
 I had no idea on the morning  I laid her down to take this photo at sunrise who she was to become.   What would her dreams be ??  Would she like me ?  Will I be a good Mom ?  Oh My God !!  I 'm going to be a MOM !
Fast forward to 2011.  My daughter Lindsey has taught me so much.  When I look closely at her I cannot see any outward marks left by my mistakes, and when I talk with her and spend time with her it seems her soul is unblemished.  I do not and will not take any praise for who she has become,  Lindsey accomplished that with very little help from me.  I see now a much more  self assured young woman, a woman who knows herself much better than she once did.  This is something so many woman do not find or even seek till much later in life.  I am so proud to be her Mom, I am eager to see where life will lead from here.


Happy Birthday Lindsey Mae











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Visceral Memories






I created some new playlists on my I-mac yesterday and came accross some songs I haven't heard for years.  This song in particular grabbed me by the gut, it was a physical ache, a longing to step back just for a moment to that day, that morning before school, and relive who we were.  To see my kids once again as teenagers, to give them the love I might have forgotten to give that day.     All these memories involved my two children, Lindsey and Adrian.  It was the mid nineties, and both kids were attending Waterville High School.   The kids were not allowed to have the television on in the morning before school so the music of there choice was playing.  All the memories seemed to sweep me back to who I was at this exact moment in  time.   I remember how innocent we all really were, how we really hadn't been touched by life yet, as if we were newly minted coins without a ding or scratch.  This was pre 9/11, this was pre divorce, and pre cancer.    So much has transpired since that time, we have grown up, grown older, and wiser.  


So this one is for Lindsey and Adrian

I miss our mornings on Morgan St. 


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An Inspirational Day













Today I had the opportunity to share a lunch with 500 people, many of whom are breast cancer survivors.  My dear friend Connie joined me for an experience that will stay with us both for a very long time.  We witnessed stories of courage, and  strength of survivors and of those who are now our angels. 




The event was the Cure Breast Cancer for ME Luncheon, at the Holiday Inn by the Bay in Portland, Maine.  This luncheon is one of the signature events conducted by the Maine Cancer Foundation, who by their tireless efforts fund breast cancer research and make cervical and breast cancer screenings available to those who have no access to insurance.
As we arrived at the venue we were greeted by large bouquets of pink balloons, but more than that, each volunteer was beaming with a wide smile, the love was so apparent.  As a survivor I was given a beautiful pale pink rose to pin to my blouse, it was such a lovely gesture and really made me feel special.





This event was significant for Connie.  You see Connie's son in law,  Elnur Jafarli lost his Mother Sevda On August 25 2011 to breast cancer.  Elnur is from Azerbaijan and now lives here in the states, you can see him in the photo with his two sisters, Mehubbehr and Aysha.  In honor of Elnur's Mom we brought this photo along with us today, it was a gesture meant to celebrate her life and her courage, and to always remember our angels.




Pictured above is an amazing woman by the name of Meredith Burgess, this energetic, and vivacious breast cancer survivor is the founder of the Cure Breast Cancer for ME Luncheon.  Meredith is also the angel behind our breast cancer specialty plates here in Maine, her success at this endeavor have allowed people all over the state to support the Maine Cancer Foundation, and to help fund programs like the Me. Breast and Cervical Health Program.  I am in awe of the accomplishments of this brave lady and how many lives she has touched.  Bravo Meredith.




Fun and very exciting !!  We had the chance to meet Cindy Williams anchor of WCSH 6 news in Portland.  Cindy was very gracious and has supported the luncheon since its inception.


To close I will share with you my favorite part of the day.  At the luncheon there was a palpable energy, an embracing love that was ever present.  As the survivors walked about the room, recognizable due to their pale pink rose corsages, it was evident that a lot of good has come from early detection. It was also obvious that when crisis strikes we woman are not alone, it was a feeling of being shepherded through the worst imaginable moment in your life.   Connie then said something I will never forget, looking around the room at all the love she said, "It makes me not feel afraid" 




That was a mouthful sweetie............I love your simple wisdom Connie.
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Taking time to peri-menopause and reflect.

This new and wonderful adventure now occurring in my life really did sneak up on me.  You see in early adolescents as women we are forewarned, (is that the right word ?) or at least educated about the oncoming earth shattering, life changing event called puberty.  All the areas are covered, cramps, zits, moodiness, cravings for fatty foods, bloating, et al.  We are somewhat prepared and even sort of competitive, "Have you started yet ?" , "NO", "I did two months ago, do you think there is something wrong with you ?"  As teenage girls we shared stories, good and bad, there was a sort of fraternal feel to puberty,  a "we are all in this together" theme.  Adolescent girls are lucky, they have many chances to be informed about the shift to adulthood, it is openly discussed and a well anticipated event.  Not so with the next big hormone adjustment in a woman's life.







It came on slowly, it began with a noticeable change in my husband.   The worlds most thoughtful, loving and kind man I have ever encountered had become a neanderthal.  My prince charming, the man that will re watch Pride and Prejudice with me for the 100th time without complaining, had become insensitive, indifferent and made me cry at least three times a week.  I knew deep down inside during my bouts of indignance that I was being "somewhat" unreasonable, but the irritation was so acute that there was no turning back.  This scenario continued for much of this summer,  occasionally rearing its ugly head and ruining the day or four eekkk.  Something had to be done, what on earth had happened to the harmony and camaraderie that had once been our marriage?




Enter..............my ipad.
Yes my ipad saved our marriage, well, improved temporarily (or until I am irritated again).   I cannot say enough about the Flipboard App for the ipad, it allows one to subscribe to websites that you really enjoy and keeps them in one big book that you can refer to daily, open it up and voila ! all your favorite sites are there for the surfing.  But  I digress.  The all important article regarding peri-menopause and menopause caught my eye.  I believe the title was "Am I Losing My Mind ?"


Lets just say epiphany does not even cover the moment I had after reading this article, not to mention the letter I composed in my mind to my dear, sweet, bewildered, tortured, and very understanding husband.  It was refreshing to know that what we were experiencing now had a name and was something that could be addressed.


I am at a loss as to why menopause/perimenopause is not the anticipated, well documented and  openly discussed event that is puberty.  We know all woman experience it yet we really don't discuss it amongst ourselves.  In a perfect world I would have had a discussion with my Dr. in my early 40's discussing perimenopause, regarding symptoms to look for, perhaps reading material to educate myself.  This did not take place with my physician and I am now 49 and in the midst of peri-menopause.  Kudos to those that might have a physician that has done the above, you are one step ahead of the game.


I am really questioning why this very important, liberating event in a woman's mid life is such a taboo, there really is a sort of hidden shame attached to this whole process.  If menopause were something that men experienced there would be specialists with offices all over the country.  We would have Menopause Special Care Units, these would be health care facilities with one bedroom suites that men could go to (completely covered by insurance) when they were experiencing severe hot flashes or increased irritability. All joking aside, ladies lets educate, support, reach out and empower one another.  I ask you to step back in time and remember your anticipation of becoming a woman, this is the next step in that process.  To the people out there that may be the loving family member or friend of a woman  in transition at mid life.............be kind, be patient and educate yourselves, that is the most supportive thing you could do.

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