I have quit with medication for my Rosacea. It has been going okay, after quitting chocolate and soda. Oddly, I thought I would be having a big problem with quitting chocolate, but it's not too bad, I even made cookies with chocolate chips, and didn't snitch any... This from a woman that would buy an extra bag so I could sneak a snack... But it's working.
Also, I am wearing sunscreen, and a hat. I am to the point now, it's just like putting on any other bit of clothing, but I really didn't like wearing hats. But, I found a hat or two that I don't mind wearing, and look good with pretty much anything, so it works. Hats seem to be a thing people either enjoy, or do NOT like...
I find babies despise hats. One of my friends had a little one, (now a much OLDER one), that like me, had way fair skin, which is just begging for a sunburn. Mom would put a hat on her, and one of two things would happen. She would go into Harriet Houdini mode, and get out of it, take it off, and toss it, if it was tied, or just skip to taking it off and tossing it, if it wasn't. Or, if there was that amazing off chance that the hat COULDN'T be removed, she of the light skin would cry and tear at the hat, and generally act miserable, until shade could be found, and hat removed. I don't know if I was that picky, as a baby, but I really didn't think much of hats.
I have been knitting hats again, some. I have the Shop with a Cop group, I have not committed to making a set amount of hats. That way leads to high stress levels. I have just been, oh, free time, knit a cap, throw it in the collection box. That way, they get hats, I can do, or not, as I please, and all is good... And another part of the station has made a call out for winter clothing. I asked if they needed hats, it sounds like they do, so I will have to see what I can whip up... I am finding that just doing a few things when I am in a mind to, rather than, oh, we need 65 hats in two weeks, tends to make my eyelid twitch a lot less!
I haven't made up any tags but I have also thought about making a few hats for Loved and Found project. You leave hats in random places as a random act of charity. It seems like a fun idea...
Now if I get to 500 hats, do I get to nickname myself Bartholomew Cubbins? (Thank you, Dr. Suess!)
Showing posts with label hats. Show all posts
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Thursday, October 17, 2019
Tuesday, April 23, 2019
Memorial.
A friend of mine died unexpectedly from a car wreck. I had been moping about it for a while. Husband had actually known her and her husband longer than I had. We went to her memorial, and I just watched for a little while.
This was a gal that was exuberant, and was happy. She had had breast cancer, and so when she wore something to keep warm, as she'd lost her hair?
Jester caps!
A hat that looked like R2D2!
One that looked like she had a TARDIS on her head...
You get the idea. In fact, at her memorial where she worked, (there was two, one for people from work, one for family and close friends), all of her hats were table toppers.
Bright colors were generally the norm, if she wasn't wearing something related to Doctor Who. She and I would have discussions on that show, as well as Star Trek, and various books. She kept chiding me to update, as I haven't seen much of any of them since the Doctor's 6th regeneration. (Matt Smith seemed to be her favorite. Didn't get a chance to ask what she thought of Jodie Whittaker.) I knitted her a Tom Baker Doctor Who scarf. We amused a few people at the Ren Faire, when we both were wearing them (I made myself one), at the same time.
Anywho, back to my observation.
I realized that she had friends all across the spectrum. I have been to memorials where there are mostly older people, or younger people. Mostly men that knew the deceased, or in one case, mostly knitters.
But her memorial, there were young folks, there were some older (I hesitate to say elderly, but they had seen several more winters than I have... Ahem.) Some that I know are conservative, others radically liberal, some who were neither. Some that smoked and drank and partied, some that didn't. She was friends with, and happy about all.
And it came through when we were together.
She had a unique habit of going to the liquor store to pick up something for a drink she was making, and she would pick up a bottle of something else, not because she was going to drink it, necessarily, but, it was a pretty color. Or the label was neat. The color of the booze was interesting... So there was a long table of that, too. He asked everyone to feel free to take that, as well.
I looked, but I don't drink. Then I spotted it. A green bottle shaped like a cat. I double checked, yep, take it. I did.
Someone, knowing I don't drink, asked what it was. I had to read it to them, it seems to be some sort of wine. I didn't take it for the contents, however. Several folks did, and some were... very happy and relaxed, by the time they left. (There was a check on who was the designated driver, too...)
There was a couple boxes sitting, and her Husband said that he'd like everyone to pick out a hat for themselves. I looked at the hats. One was a narrow jester hat with bells on. I tried it on, and it was just a bit too tight, but I decided to keep it, as I remembered hearing her walk into camp more than once wearing it. She always commented she could tell when I was walking into her camp, as I have a set of bells I wear, and she said they were distinctive, she could tell mine from all the other bell wearing types at faire. (Which is saying something at a Ren Faire, trust me!!!) But the hat was uncomfortable. So I took it off, and put my regular, wide brimmed hat back on.
Someone noticed her "horn top" hat. I truly don't know what else to call it. It's a round black cap, with a long black beaver tail flap behind, and the whole thing is covered in bright colored fabric horns. It looks like someone skinned a prehistoric party animal! I mentioned that I'd already taken a hat, and the daughter said no, it's fine, I bet it will fit you. I "hmmmd" a bit, then stuck it on over my other hat.
It fit perfectly! I remember my friend wearing that one a lot, it was one of her favorites. And I thanked the daughter, and wore it the rest of the gathering. Someone in the group mentioned that I looked a lot like her, wearing it.
I think my friend might have been looking down, cracking up at me.
At least I hope so... :)
This was a gal that was exuberant, and was happy. She had had breast cancer, and so when she wore something to keep warm, as she'd lost her hair?
Jester caps!
A hat that looked like R2D2!
One that looked like she had a TARDIS on her head...
You get the idea. In fact, at her memorial where she worked, (there was two, one for people from work, one for family and close friends), all of her hats were table toppers.
Bright colors were generally the norm, if she wasn't wearing something related to Doctor Who. She and I would have discussions on that show, as well as Star Trek, and various books. She kept chiding me to update, as I haven't seen much of any of them since the Doctor's 6th regeneration. (Matt Smith seemed to be her favorite. Didn't get a chance to ask what she thought of Jodie Whittaker.) I knitted her a Tom Baker Doctor Who scarf. We amused a few people at the Ren Faire, when we both were wearing them (I made myself one), at the same time.
Anywho, back to my observation.
I realized that she had friends all across the spectrum. I have been to memorials where there are mostly older people, or younger people. Mostly men that knew the deceased, or in one case, mostly knitters.
But her memorial, there were young folks, there were some older (I hesitate to say elderly, but they had seen several more winters than I have... Ahem.) Some that I know are conservative, others radically liberal, some who were neither. Some that smoked and drank and partied, some that didn't. She was friends with, and happy about all.
And it came through when we were together.
She had a unique habit of going to the liquor store to pick up something for a drink she was making, and she would pick up a bottle of something else, not because she was going to drink it, necessarily, but, it was a pretty color. Or the label was neat. The color of the booze was interesting... So there was a long table of that, too. He asked everyone to feel free to take that, as well.
I looked, but I don't drink. Then I spotted it. A green bottle shaped like a cat. I double checked, yep, take it. I did.
Someone, knowing I don't drink, asked what it was. I had to read it to them, it seems to be some sort of wine. I didn't take it for the contents, however. Several folks did, and some were... very happy and relaxed, by the time they left. (There was a check on who was the designated driver, too...)
There was a couple boxes sitting, and her Husband said that he'd like everyone to pick out a hat for themselves. I looked at the hats. One was a narrow jester hat with bells on. I tried it on, and it was just a bit too tight, but I decided to keep it, as I remembered hearing her walk into camp more than once wearing it. She always commented she could tell when I was walking into her camp, as I have a set of bells I wear, and she said they were distinctive, she could tell mine from all the other bell wearing types at faire. (Which is saying something at a Ren Faire, trust me!!!) But the hat was uncomfortable. So I took it off, and put my regular, wide brimmed hat back on.
Someone noticed her "horn top" hat. I truly don't know what else to call it. It's a round black cap, with a long black beaver tail flap behind, and the whole thing is covered in bright colored fabric horns. It looks like someone skinned a prehistoric party animal! I mentioned that I'd already taken a hat, and the daughter said no, it's fine, I bet it will fit you. I "hmmmd" a bit, then stuck it on over my other hat.
It fit perfectly! I remember my friend wearing that one a lot, it was one of her favorites. And I thanked the daughter, and wore it the rest of the gathering. Someone in the group mentioned that I looked a lot like her, wearing it.
I think my friend might have been looking down, cracking up at me.
At least I hope so... :)
Thursday, April 09, 2015
H is for...
Hats.
I wrote a blog on some of the hats I have a while ago. I have, begrudgingly, taken to wearing a wide brimmed hat any time I am outside. I have found that it leads to less problems with my face, and I don't get a sunburned nose quite as badly.
A friend of mine said something about her daughter, but it fits me as well. If I were to go outside without sunscreen, (and a hat), I would burst into flame.
Possibly not literally, but I think I am just shy of being allergic to the sun. Hence the hat. It is funny, though, I have found that I wear a felt hat most of the time now, and get compliments and comments on it. This is my model, Buc the cat...
Often I wear the felt hat with a tie dye t-shirt, and I carry a little suede peace sign bag with me. This led to an interesting conversation...
I was putting some groceries in my rig, and Mom was in already, when this gal walks up and compliments me on my hat and shirt.
I thank her, then she pipes up, sooo, you have any ganja?
I snort, and tell her no, but it's hot out , (it was about 90 or so at the time), would she like some water? She said sure, I gave her a little extra for her boyfriend and dog, and then got in. As they were walking off, Mom inquired about what she'd asked about.
"She just wanted to know if I had pot."
"... Marijuana?"
"Yeah. Isn't the first time I've been asked."
"WHAT!?!?"
I told her with my outfit, it sort of encouraged discussion of recreational herbs... She then said I should have told them about my volunteer job with the Sheriff's Office.
Meh.
My first thought about that would be, I don't want someone wetting themselves behind my rig!
I wrote a blog on some of the hats I have a while ago. I have, begrudgingly, taken to wearing a wide brimmed hat any time I am outside. I have found that it leads to less problems with my face, and I don't get a sunburned nose quite as badly.
A friend of mine said something about her daughter, but it fits me as well. If I were to go outside without sunscreen, (and a hat), I would burst into flame.
Possibly not literally, but I think I am just shy of being allergic to the sun. Hence the hat. It is funny, though, I have found that I wear a felt hat most of the time now, and get compliments and comments on it. This is my model, Buc the cat...
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| I hope I look a little better in it than he does... |
I was putting some groceries in my rig, and Mom was in already, when this gal walks up and compliments me on my hat and shirt.
I thank her, then she pipes up, sooo, you have any ganja?
I snort, and tell her no, but it's hot out , (it was about 90 or so at the time), would she like some water? She said sure, I gave her a little extra for her boyfriend and dog, and then got in. As they were walking off, Mom inquired about what she'd asked about.
"She just wanted to know if I had pot."
"... Marijuana?"
"Yeah. Isn't the first time I've been asked."
"WHAT!?!?"
I told her with my outfit, it sort of encouraged discussion of recreational herbs... She then said I should have told them about my volunteer job with the Sheriff's Office.
Meh.
My first thought about that would be, I don't want someone wetting themselves behind my rig!
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Responses. Decisions. Blather. We got it all, folks.
I was out of the house and on the go a lot this week, so I didn't get the chance to respond when I put up the answers to my last blog. So:
Sharon: I found out, via Wikipedia, trust at your own risk, that Grape Nuts have no grapes, nor nuts. They, in fact, have barley and wheat in them. The reason given for the moniker was that Mr. Kellogg, the guy making the stuff, thought sucrose was made during the process, which he called "grape sugar". Then he ground the cereal in a grinder, calling the end products "nuts". Hence, Grape-Nuts.
Louise: :)
messymimi: Yes, Rudee is quite astounding on what he does when highly animated. Even more so on ice!
And thank you!
Judy's Corner: Might try that, as well, but I tend to have a pen and paper at nearly all times, where I don't always have the computer. (This never ceases to amaze my "boss", who rarely writes anything. If she can't type it, it usually doesn't get written down...) But I will have to find out what form of 'saving' I will use. Right now, all I have is my poor little broken down computer in the back I use for a typewriter, that uses 3" floppy disks... Composting? Yes, I would know about that. The neighbors wondered why it snowed just on my garden one year, after I'd put all the miscellaneous paper I had shredded on there! LOL
John Gray: YES! You are lucky. Our hen house is shaded, and I have to cover the windows during winter. Even with the windows having clear plastic, it's gloomy within. I think that makes the gals less inclined to lay for a bit. But they are back to nearly full production now! And chicks are coming up for sale soon, so I am going to get more feathers, for Fur 'n Feathers Farm! (But, I do envy you about mid December...)
So. Decisions.
I took the 'write everyday for a month' pledge. And now, after saying I would go back to only Wednesdays and Sundays... I find I think I want to write more than that. Probably not everyday, (definitely not much on Mondays, that's my one "busy" day), but I hope to write (and comment on other's) blogs more than I have been since January started...
I have also decided not to do the country fried 5K.
Yet.
I said I would this spring. I am up to a mile, but after this week, where I was walking a lot, I found I don't feel in shape enough yet. Husband has been sort of my sounding board, sometimes he registers that I am overdoing it before I do. For example, he has been encouraging me to use my cane when I go out and have to be on the go.
I have had selective hearing about this... To my deficit.
Well, he took me out for an early Valentine's day treat, (it was to a Sportsman's Show. I asked. He didn't care if he went or not. Yes, I am crazy. Yes, he is wonderful), and he suggested that I really needed to use the cane.
Grumble.
It's really annoying when he's right. I went through the whole day, and was TIRED. I was not, however, in PAIN. This is an astoundingly big difference, folks! Especially when we thought it was 3 large buildings. Nope, it was FOUR large buildings. Walking all the way, most of the day. I didn't really do much the next day, let me tell you! But I am finding that that stupid a$$ cane is a relief.
Now if I could just tolerate having the stupid thing as a companion. (Maybe I should get this one. Or this one? Perhaps this one? But I would not abide this girly girl one... Just so NOT me.) The cane I have needs some repair. I have been getting slivers from it, so sanding and repainting are in order. Husband rolled his eyes when I suggested painting it white with a curling red stripe to make a 'candy cane'. But if I used it, not him, I don't know that he would care. But, I would probably be only inclined to use that during Christmas. So, we shall see where I go with it. If anywhere. I find it annoying to be 43 and need to worry about a cane. Blurble. Guess it could be much, much worse. (And it was supposed to be, but I had some fantastic doctors...)
Finished two projects. Messymimi, I finally have your Christmas stocking finished, so I will email soon for some info. (Just roaring right along, hurrying, yes? Only took me HOW MANY months to finish the project?) Finished a pair of socks for myself. That part's sort of funny, everyone lurves them the color of the socks, but when I looked it up, the color isn't there. Whether it's discontinued, not made this time of year, what, but it's well known yarn company, so I assume it's just been discontinued. Oh, well. Guess that makes them rare and collectable, right?
Right now, I am trying to get a baby blanket or two ahead.
And my "boss" has asked that I knit more hats for the Christmas party this year. She said that the kids liked the ones I had made. Eeep. I think I hear a call for hats that I might make into something here on the blog, but I will have to see what my boss says. Let's just say, 50 hats was a lot for me to knit, and I really have a few other projects I should finish. Like baby blankets for my charity, since I promised them first.
I really need 12 more hands for knitting. Or several pairs of Mrs. Weasley's magic knitting needles from Harry Potter...
Sharon: I found out, via Wikipedia, trust at your own risk, that Grape Nuts have no grapes, nor nuts. They, in fact, have barley and wheat in them. The reason given for the moniker was that Mr. Kellogg, the guy making the stuff, thought sucrose was made during the process, which he called "grape sugar". Then he ground the cereal in a grinder, calling the end products "nuts". Hence, Grape-Nuts.
Louise: :)
messymimi: Yes, Rudee is quite astounding on what he does when highly animated. Even more so on ice!
And thank you!
Judy's Corner: Might try that, as well, but I tend to have a pen and paper at nearly all times, where I don't always have the computer. (This never ceases to amaze my "boss", who rarely writes anything. If she can't type it, it usually doesn't get written down...) But I will have to find out what form of 'saving' I will use. Right now, all I have is my poor little broken down computer in the back I use for a typewriter, that uses 3" floppy disks... Composting? Yes, I would know about that. The neighbors wondered why it snowed just on my garden one year, after I'd put all the miscellaneous paper I had shredded on there! LOL
John Gray: YES! You are lucky. Our hen house is shaded, and I have to cover the windows during winter. Even with the windows having clear plastic, it's gloomy within. I think that makes the gals less inclined to lay for a bit. But they are back to nearly full production now! And chicks are coming up for sale soon, so I am going to get more feathers, for Fur 'n Feathers Farm! (But, I do envy you about mid December...)
So. Decisions.
I took the 'write everyday for a month' pledge. And now, after saying I would go back to only Wednesdays and Sundays... I find I think I want to write more than that. Probably not everyday, (definitely not much on Mondays, that's my one "busy" day), but I hope to write (and comment on other's) blogs more than I have been since January started...
I have also decided not to do the country fried 5K.
Yet.
I said I would this spring. I am up to a mile, but after this week, where I was walking a lot, I found I don't feel in shape enough yet. Husband has been sort of my sounding board, sometimes he registers that I am overdoing it before I do. For example, he has been encouraging me to use my cane when I go out and have to be on the go.
I have had selective hearing about this... To my deficit.
Well, he took me out for an early Valentine's day treat, (it was to a Sportsman's Show. I asked. He didn't care if he went or not. Yes, I am crazy. Yes, he is wonderful), and he suggested that I really needed to use the cane.
Grumble.
It's really annoying when he's right. I went through the whole day, and was TIRED. I was not, however, in PAIN. This is an astoundingly big difference, folks! Especially when we thought it was 3 large buildings. Nope, it was FOUR large buildings. Walking all the way, most of the day. I didn't really do much the next day, let me tell you! But I am finding that that stupid a$$ cane is a relief.
Now if I could just tolerate having the stupid thing as a companion. (Maybe I should get this one. Or this one? Perhaps this one? But I would not abide this girly girl one... Just so NOT me.) The cane I have needs some repair. I have been getting slivers from it, so sanding and repainting are in order. Husband rolled his eyes when I suggested painting it white with a curling red stripe to make a 'candy cane'. But if I used it, not him, I don't know that he would care. But, I would probably be only inclined to use that during Christmas. So, we shall see where I go with it. If anywhere. I find it annoying to be 43 and need to worry about a cane. Blurble. Guess it could be much, much worse. (And it was supposed to be, but I had some fantastic doctors...)
Finished two projects. Messymimi, I finally have your Christmas stocking finished, so I will email soon for some info. (Just roaring right along, hurrying, yes? Only took me HOW MANY months to finish the project?) Finished a pair of socks for myself. That part's sort of funny, everyone lurves them the color of the socks, but when I looked it up, the color isn't there. Whether it's discontinued, not made this time of year, what, but it's well known yarn company, so I assume it's just been discontinued. Oh, well. Guess that makes them rare and collectable, right?
Right now, I am trying to get a baby blanket or two ahead.
And my "boss" has asked that I knit more hats for the Christmas party this year. She said that the kids liked the ones I had made. Eeep. I think I hear a call for hats that I might make into something here on the blog, but I will have to see what my boss says. Let's just say, 50 hats was a lot for me to knit, and I really have a few other projects I should finish. Like baby blankets for my charity, since I promised them first.
I really need 12 more hands for knitting. Or several pairs of Mrs. Weasley's magic knitting needles from Harry Potter...
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