Felting and Nalbinding

Just another day in the office…oh wait, the boss is back from her daughter’s wedding in India and has already opened the store this morning – on time. We talk about pictures, emotions, family, henna, food, and flights of her trip; and discuss the receipts, mail, inventory, customers, and lessons I learned while running a business with a different ethnic majority. She shows me some purses she got from Advitya (a non-profit in India) and watches as I ooh and awe at them and then tells me to pick one. She had seen the bag I had and kept an eye out for similar styles (over the shoulder). The bag is great – reversible, colorful, shiny, handmade, and a gift!

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Sonal goes home to rest at noon and my dad comes in to watch the store at 4:30 pm so that I can stop by Saba’s (best flaming baklava ever!) for two falafel pitas – one for me and one for Caroline. I pick her up from her desk at work and drive us to the First United Methodist Church of Mesa for the Telarana Weavers and Spinners Guild meeting. We are getting there early to help Christine (also a Phoenix guild member) set up tables and chairs; and to eat my pita that I deemed to messy (and dangerous) to eat while driving – especially after a recent accident.

From 6:30 – 7:00 we got introduced to nalbinding (single-needle knitting technique) by Bill who prefers to keep his hands and mind busy by finding new methods and creative ways to make things. He showed us some socks, gloves, and a bag he had made; and without planning to do so sold three of his handmade (by him) wooden nalbinding needles – two to visitors of the guild (Me and Nicole) and one to Caroline (a fiber junkie). Starting the double-loop is the hardest part, but Caroline was able to grasp that concept. I will be looking up YouTube videos later.

At 7:00 it was time for felting (and snacks). One of the guild members has an alpaca farm to supply her woolly needs and sell what she doesn’t need. She shows us pictures and shares some history with us. She was also able to answer all the questions from the crowd – a good audience. Now that we knew where the wool came from it was Sue’s turn to show us one way we could use it – felting. We all got a block of foam, a felt patch, some yarn, an anti-prick stick (used to hold down work space and keep fingers from sharp tool), and a fish-hooked felting needle.

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work of Telarana members

She showed us bags, shoes, bracelets, and a pin on her sweater – all including felted wool then gave us permission to cut and stab (if we happened to hurt ourself or others there was a volunteer band-aid nurse nearby). It’s a peace inducing process and there are so many creative possibilities that we (30 or so women and a couple men) spent at least an hour and a half working our creations between raffles, announcements, and show-and-tell.

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The meeting may be over, but the excitement is not. I’m working on a pair of socks and once I have that lesson complete I can attempt a pair of nalbinded socks with some of the gray wool that Caroline gifted me from the raffle she won at our prior guild meeting together. I may be the youngest one participating at these meetings, but I know this kind of fun isn’t just for boy scouts and grandmas – and I don’t want to miss out on the fun and creative process that is the fiber arts.

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Spending Money and Bonding Time

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Ever feel like you don’t get to spend enough time with a parent, or a certain someone, that you may be living with at the time that comes to visit you everyday for lunch? Ever feel like you have too much money in your pocket or bank account that may get spent towards something you enjoy or for a good cause; well, do I have the plan for you that will give you more time with family and less time with your money!

Plan to leave your dad’s house with enough time to go across town for fresh veggies and stop by the bank before opening the store on time – then don’t. I left 30 minutes later than I planned. Be sure you are on the phone with your husband that you haven’t seen in two months and haven’t talked to much in the last couple days. Then, get in your car with intention and as you go to leave the gated community attempt to drive your car through a gate that has only opened wide enough for a person to walk through.

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At first you think nothing of it – the gate probably hit your side-view mirror…until you go to drive and something doesn’t feel right. You pull into a parking space and realize that feeling came from the tilt of your vehicle because of the flat tire you just created by tearing it on the gate. You want to freak out, but know that you have to change the tire and get to work. Maybe your dad will take care of the errands for you so you run back to tell him what happened.

You get back to your car and try to pull the spare tire from the bottom of the car with pure brute strength, then decide to look for the jack and a manual. Meanwhile, the people hired to repaint the place and a maintenance man have seen the whole thing and one comes over to ask about the gate that I left off the track making a beeping noise. I rudely told him that I had a tire to fix, a job to get to, and then I would be able to be concerned with his gate – and then realized if I’d been nicer he might have offered to help.

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I didn’t know what his next plan was. I figured he was in the office with my license plate number filling out a bill. Turns out (I would find this out later) I had pissed him off so much that he had to leave the situation before losing his cool. For that I thank him. It took me longer than it should have to jack up the car because I hadn’t finished reading the manual and was only cranking it up with half the parts.

I was able to get the spare on and get to work. My dad went to talk to the maintenance guy and set him up for a response with a face I should’ve seen when my dad admitted that I was his daughter. I wanted to make the apology before work, but now it seems it was good to give him a day to cool off before making my approach. The difference a day (and a 6-pack of beer) can make in one’s perception of your ability to be kind.

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Bad for business, but good for me was the lack of customers this morning. I was able to let some tears out and my dad came by for support and to tell me how his pre-apology for me went – funny. He went to Gil’s New Mexican food restaurant next door and got me delivered an extra-large portion of guacamole with chips – that may also be had with salsa. It makes for a great sympathy meal and a delicious one that I hadn’t had in weeks.

After I had hit the gate I got off the phone with the husband and he called me back an hour later to check on the condition of me, the tire, the car, and the gate. My dad would come back to the store later so that I could take my car to the shop. One of the employees was hoping for an interesting story (me fleeing the police), but it was just me adding damage to another car that Geico has swindled me out of fixing by denying blame – even if that means changing their story to fit the clients lies – not appreciated. No $30 used tires here. Lesson learned – being on the phone in a vehicle is dangerous and can ruin your day. Don’t do it!

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Unknown Expectations

hat made by member of AZ Desert Weavers & Spinners Guild

hat made by member of AZ Desert Weavers & Spinners Guild

I got invited to a guild meeting with Caroline, my step-mom. I was sleeping in when the husband called. I skipped breakfast to take a shower. We drove the four minutes to the Community Center and entered in the door. I got a name tag. We picked some seats at a round table amongst the nine available, then Caroline showed me the library – a room with some cabinets and shelves full of books and magazines on spinning, dyeing, weaving, knitting, crocheting, etc.

There were plenty of ladies with gray hair and friendly smiles. There was a boy there, maybe 8 years old, with his grandma. There were a few men in the crowd – one actively knitting, and other women in the crowd knitting and spinning as well. Everyone was so kind and enthusiastic to be there and share their ideas, goals, and projects – I didn’t feel too young or too inexperienced.

In memory of Helen George (1908-2012)

In memory of Helen George (1908-2012)

There is a raffle table – items donated from people living, gone, moving, or with too much in their stash. Caroline won some pink, gray, and brown yarns. There was a show-and-tell table dedicated to a life-long member that lived to be 104 years old and did some beautiful work throughout the years. There was a donations library table with books and videos about the fiber arts; a snack table with cookies, cheese, crackers, and fruit; and a table with coffee and tea. I had a cup of vanilla tea.

A guest speaker, Sharon Elliott, talked to us about basket weaving. Now that I’m learning to weave fiber, making baskets seems like a good idea – even more so when she showed the basket made of palm tree (there is one in my backyard). The inspiration didn’t stop there. I saw hats, and vests, and jackets, and socks that I want to make and wear. There were towels and rugs too. Knitting and weaving gives me plenty to do, but adding in the other options – thickness of yarn, adding beads, and patterns – leaves me with endless possibilities. Thank you to Caroline for the invite and for lunch at Viet Kitchen afterwards.

weave & paint done by member of AZ Desert Weavers & Spinners Guild

weave & paint done by member of AZ Desert Weavers & Spinners Guild

I enjoyed meeting Christine and Ruth and having lunch with them. Caroline and I talked with Christine for an hour after lunch in the parking lot. It’s great to meet creative people and collaborate and not worry about competition, just learning and friendship. Then it was back to the grind for me – volunteering at Indo-Euro Foods where my dad had kindly taken the morning ‘shift’ so I could enjoy learning something new.

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Six Happy New Years

2007 – A kiss at midnight and asleep at 4 am after taking two midrin (migraine medication). Caleb gets home from doing laundry at 330 pm, and we hang out with Santos while he makes us chicken and homemade French fries. 

2008 – Before going out to celebrate, Caleb takes me to where he wrecked his Mazda in the summer of ’05. We walk to Stooges Bar from the house to meet with Kathleen. She cried about the same guy and losing her dad. She told us some ghost stories and left with her ex-boyfriend, who did time for theft. Caleb and I kissed at midnight after chugging our complimentary cups of champagne. We left with hats, noisemakers, cups, and a napkin with the message, “Happy New Year babe. I love your crazy ass!! Caleb.” He gets up for work in the morning, and I wake to a message from my job saying, “Don’t bother,” having the option to come in. Caleb has duty so I’ll spend the day with Sparky. 

2009 – We spend the night at home with no visitors and no drink at midnight. We are moving to Florida in May and taking a one-month road trip to get there: Virginia to California to Montana to Texas to Florida. 

2010 – in New York City at Times Square! 

2011 – We sip champagne from Christmas wine glasses and spend the night at home with the dogs. 

2012 – We’re up early to ride bikes to the base for the first sunrise! We celebrate at Dunkin Donuts after. 

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The Most Unsurprising Surprise

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The moment some wait for and others dread – another year. I read another post about how one guy will not make resolutions for the year on just one day, but he will continue to make each day better than the next. I think that is a worthy goal. I made plenty of resolutions last year and can say on the last day of this year I am nowhere near where I saw myself – perhaps my farsightedness isn’t as great as I thought it was.

Or it’s right where it needs to be. I recently finished a book, The Swerve, by Stephen Greenblatt that tells the reader not to dwell on the nostalgia of the past or in the hopes of the future. Your best bet for living the fullest life and being all you can be is to live in the moment, the present, the here and now. And remember that we can only change ourselves – which may in turn help change others.

As I move into next year I won’t have a set number of books to read, miles to ride on my bicycle, or words to learn in Spanish. I will make the most of each hour of each day – striving to make the next more productive. In the end, the goal will be to have more numbers, more smiles, and more experiences. My plan is to not limit myself with set numbers now and instead work harder towards my present – the gift given to all of us daily – and something I can appreciate more by giving up over 9 hours of my day six days a week at a temporary job.

Question of the day: How will you show appreciation for what evolution has worked so hard to deliver to this sliver of time we’ve been given?

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