Saturday, January 30, 2016

Self sufficency in the Holidays........ NOT

I realize it is now January 30th and I'm just now posting this.

Things are happening besides the garden and chickens.

For some reason, I thought it was a good idea to buy 50 lbs of flour.  Favorite brand at 1/3 the price of buying it in 5 lbs bags.  Great idea - right.  We are experimenting with bread.  Lots and lots of bread.

Favorites thus far - French Baguettes and Asiago Ciabatta.

Busy making things for Christmas - hand-knitted fingerless gloves (1), hand-knitted socks (5 pairs), hand-knitted cowls (2), handwoven towels (8), walnut maple truffles, jerky, pepper sauce and spicy mustard.  Trying very hard to stick to not using credit for anything, even Christmas, so handmade gifts rule.  I don't have to worry, nobody in my family reads this.

Here is a pic of the socks.  These lovely red, white and blue beauties are for my husband.  He tried them on for a custom fit.  I don't like the hour glass shape but he loved the fit.  Perfect in the arches.

The gloves are for my brother.  His hands get cold at work and he is the hardest person to buy for.  Still in process - I've frogged (a/k/a ripped them apart) them 3 times already.   Actually - all finished.

The bad thing about socks and gloves.  The person you give them to knows about all them because you've had to borrow their hands/feet to get the sizing perfect.  Did I mention I actaully made 6 pairs of socks as Christmas presents.

Cowls - just yarn at the moment but I have big plans. So much for the big plans.  Already frogged it - that yarn was pitiful as a cowl. Now an Enterlac scarf.  Much better use of yarn.  Actually, frogged and cancelled all together.

Towels still on the loom.  Gave up on this Christmas - maybe next.

Answer me this - why do some people complain about a gift idea?  Don't they realize that means that won't get anything.

Happy trails.

P.S. - the lovely thing about writing a blog.  There is a sense of empowerment in putting words out into the universe even if nobody reads them.

P.S.S. - don't faint.  I actually cleaned the chicken coop instead of having my husband do it. Still have feathers everywhere because two of them are molting.