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Lazy Gramma Nettie

This is how I keep track of my colors.  I am not organized enough to keep colour cards.  I tried years ago, but lost them.  Country Classics has commercial color cards, but I find them inadequate for some reason.  So, I started putting a same of MY yarn around the bottle.  Now I can more accurately guess what colors I need.  


Except red.  I cannot get red to be RED!  As you can see I got wildly different results.  I’m open to suggestions to improve my red dying.

Guess which song is in my head?

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Posted by on 7 August 2016 in Grandmothers

 

Gramma Nettie soaks wool

This is my first attempt at fermented suint to clean raw wool.  The idea is to soak the untreated raw wool in plain water, letting bacterial fermentation scour the grease out.  The wool is to sit in the water, the first batch for about a week, the rest is done in about 3-4 days.  It is supposed to get stinky, similar to the earthy barnyard stench.  Then, take the wool out, rinse with the house and let it dry in the sun.  The residual odor dissipates and is gone by the time it dries.

This batch is baby Icelandic lamb moorit coloring.  I like the idea of minimal handling for two reasons.  The first is that my hands can’t handle all that squeezing.  The other reason is that I think it should be much gentler to alpaca and fragile fleeces.

The funny thing is that twenty years ago, I thought about soaking wool in water for extended amount of time.  I didn’t know about getting the grease out.  I thought it might be a way to essentially “rot” the vegetable matter out.  I don’t know.

 
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Posted by on 7 August 2016 in Wool

 

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Skinny Gramma Nettie

My scale must have lied to me.  For a week.  I didn’t feel any different, but I keep almost daily track of my weight.  I know some women are obsessed in an unhealthy way, and weigh once a month.  When I did that myself, I found I felt great but I had gained back everything I’d lost and took two months to get back to the new starting point.  When I weigh almost daily, I can easily relate any weight gain with eating habits, like this bag of potato chips I really want to finish off.

So far, I’ve been busy blogging, not munching.

But my weight it’s Now thirty pounds off.  That’s more than a sack of potatoes.  That’s a one-year-old child.  I’ve decided that my weight loss is best described by a term I’ll steal from evolutionary biology – Punctuated Equilibrium.  Things are all the same for two or three months then BAM!, five pounds gone.  Everything is once again the same for four months then SHAZAM!, ten pounds gone.

This Trim Healthy Gramma wants new clothes for every five pounds gone.  I am overdue for six items of clothing.

The disappearing Gramma!  Started January, 7 months mostly on plan, 31 weeks.  Just about a pound per week.

 

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Bionic minus 9days

I have 9 days left.  And I have had way too much drama.  I had to let it all soak in, take a class, finish being sicker than a dog and care for my husband.

So, BadBird has a bad back.  Y’all know that already.  He can barely move his right leg, has to get around with a front wheeled walker.  He’s fallen a couple of times when that leg gives out on him.  Things are way beyond a cane.  His surgery is scheduled for Monday morning, exactly a week before my hip replacement.  We will both be laid up. We like to do things together, don’t you know.  He’s on warfarin, has had to stop that and is bridged with Lovenox.  Warfarin is a blood thinner that takes about 5 days to get up to speed, and about 5 days to wear off.  In between the last dose of warfarin and when he starts it up again, he still needs a blood thinner.  So we do Enoxaparin Lovenox subQ injections twice daily.  It is a low molecular weight heparin that lasts 12 hours, so he will have very minimal risk of bleeding during the surgery.  Since I am the resident nurse, the job naturally became mine.  I finally get to show him the quality work I do.  He has very little bruising at the injection sites.  I have him ice the target area for about 5 minutes, then I cleanse with alcohol, wave my hand over it to dry it (or to perform a blessing) then inject just under the skin.  You want to go very slowly to minimize the bleeding, then apply the ice for another 5 minutes or so.  Behold my handiwork!

 I considered postponing someone’s surgery, but really?  His leg is useless and he hurts so much.  His surgery has to go on.  Then, what about delaying my surgery?  Well, considering that I already waited too long, I have nothing left.  I already find it hard to get around at work.  I can do it, but I really hurt by the time I go home.  The patients are starting to feel sorry for me!  I call a patient to the ED from the lobby, and sometimes I tell him “I would tell you to walk this way, but it’s not fun” and I almost always get a chuckle.

I was slightly ill during Norm’s surgery consult.  Had to stop several times on the way down to the big city.  Sometimes I swear I have IBS, irritable bowel syndrome.  Still a fussy tummy during the consult, got violently sick and vomiting by the time I got home.  Had to lie down for a couple of hours to recover.  Didn’t eat anything, drank lots of water and Gatorade, although that’s not on plan.  I was beyond caring.  The next day I slept more, worked the ED that night, got off Thursday morning, rushed home to shoot the Lovenox, rush back to work to attend – and pass – PALS course.  I am once again certified to save children. 

 This class was more difficult than it usually is.  Although I took the online portion and passed, I had so much going on that I could not open the textbook even once.  On top of that, I took the one day renewal class.  In my rural area, I don’t use the skills I learn enough to feel comfortable with a refresher course.  I always opt for the full meal deal.  I flubbed a bit on my megacode scenarios.  I never expect the fake baby to die.  But I aced the written exam, missing only one question, the same question every one else missed.  I am once more certified.  But y’all knew that.

 
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Posted by on 6 August 2016 in Grandmothers, surgery, work

 

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Gramma Nettie and wool

Gramma Nettie and wool

This is my newest acquisition, two pounds of merino from Shep’s Wool.  I will dye it orange and yellow, then purchase some red wool and some black wool.  I can never get red too look like red, it always looks pink.  These are going to be Monster Longies for my three grandsons, RedBoy, OrangeBoy, YellowBoy.

I parted the single long top into pieces just under a quarter pound each.  Then I chained the top instead of braiding it.

The smallish chain I took for myself, some was spun into a plain single, the rest on the drum carder with three different color angelina.  Then I spun it up, plied it with the plain one to make a simple yarn with subtle colors.  I call it confetti.

The vertical yarn is fulled, the horizontal yarn is not.  Fulling makes the yarn softer and more pliable.  Now I have a choice, whether to dye the top or the yarn?

 
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Posted by on 6 August 2016 in Handspun, Wool, yarn

 

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This is worth saving.  I’ve Been told that one ancestor buy the name of Tapp was a resident of Jamestown.Researching the Jamestown Colony – http://wp.me/p78bMN-cI

 
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Posted by on 5 August 2016 in Grandmothers

 

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So many great ideas.  I often thought Facebook could help, and I was right!

Using Facebook for Genealogy – http://wp.me/p7AC8E-xt

 
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Posted by on 5 August 2016 in Grandmothers