Great Expectations…

I know, it has been while since my last post, I feel like I’m in a Saturday evening confessional, “Bless me Father for I have sinned, it has been two whole weeks since my last blog post…”

Sorry, the Catholic upbringing, you know…

I would love to have said, I didn’t post because I was knee deep in felt and that when I finally did put something on my blog, I’d have all these finished panels to show and that I’d be ready to put them together, and since that was to be my main focus for March, my one down month, I was expecting to have actually accomplished something, the month had started so well…

Sigh, I forgot a number of other really important things.

One, I have a life outside of my studio.

Two, that life involves other people.

Three, March is the transition month in North Jersey where the ground thaws, and the soil can begin to be worked and if you want lettuces and spinach, and arugula and radishes to eat in the next couple of months, or at least have them come from your own soil, then the process begins now…

Four, Spring Break for my lovely daughter started with her arrival last Thursday night, at midnight, she couldn’t wait to get home.

So, the bottom line is I didn’t do anymore felting.  I didn’t weave another pick on my mohair yardage.

I did however finish the cashmere top I was sewing. (I decided that after looking at the photos, I shouldn’t have worn that belt.  Too much.)


I did finally finish the knitted sweater I started a couple years ago and furiously worked on while I was in California.  I’m really really happy with the way it turned out. Thank you to all the knitters out there who guided me through this one, it was a real stretch of my limited knitting skills.


And so we get into the expectations.  I thought that once my daughter came home, she would immediately jump into the goings on in my studio and become my second hand.  I have to stop thinking like that.  I have to stop thinking, “Oh, this would be a good job for Brianna.”  This isn’t her job, it’s mine, and although she is talented and driven, she is on break from an intense major, and wants nothing more than to sit in her room and watch Star Trek movies, all the while crocheting things from the yarn she ferrets out of my studio.

This is what was on my desk when I walked into the studio this morning…


She did help me wind all the skeins into balls last night so I could finish setting up the loom for another run of scarves.  I’m leaving in another couple of weeks to Peoria, Illinois, and I’ve mostly sold out of all the scarves I wove prior to my trip to California.  So that jumped to the top of the priority list…


And then of course, there is my lovely  husband, who has also returned from sunny Tampa Florida, and will be here all week, which is a good thing really, since I don’t get to spend a whole lot of time with him, since we are both always on the road, and his birthday is this week.  It is no secret anymore, that I’ve undertaken this monumental task of creating a Lancaster Family Album, all digital, combing through hundreds of thousands of images that are stored in this house in often complete disarray, all the way back to 1974.  I don’t really know if it is as important to the rest of the family that I do this but I’m having the most wonderful time reliving events, finding images I didn’t know we had, and reducing everything down to a few Gigabytes.  So, in honor of my husband’s upcoming birthday, I’ve completed another two years, a marathon task, and I’ve reached the year 2000.  Only 13 more years to go…  That took a good chunk of my days last week.  1999 is much more difficult than previous years, because Christmas 1998 started the digital camera era.  So in addition to piles of images in boxes, in no particular order (whoever invented date imprinting on photos should get sainthood), there are hundreds of images that my husband has carefully archived by month and year, in a networked hard drive, that can be accessed by any computer in the house, and I’m forever grateful that the keeper of the digital images has done a much better job of recording events than I did tossing envelopes of photos, unmarked into a box in the cabinet in the den.  Sigh…

Here is the page for Halloween 1999.  Brianna is the dog, and Eric is the Civil War Soldier with the drum, he was inspired by our family vacation to Williamsburg, VA.  ( I of course made both costumes…)


Oh, and we did get the garden prepped and soil tilled, and lettuce and spinach and arugula and radish seeds planted… 🙂

Stay tuned…


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Mary Ehrlich
March 18, 2013 12:15 pm

Good for you…. The digging in the soil sounds soooo good. I am ready for no snow!

Elizabeth Bryan
Elizabeth Bryan
March 18, 2013 1:11 pm

I was about to say “Thank Goodness you also have a life outside the studio” which was making me feel better I haven’t been into mine this month. And then I read the rest of your blog! And I realized I have no idea most days what keeps me out. When I read everything you do I feel like I must be busy too but had better start writing it down so I can figure out doing what! Please continue doing what you do. It’s an inspiration!

Candiss cole
March 18, 2013 1:13 pm

Glad to know the Lancaster Family is all back together for a brief time.

Nancy Weber
Nancy Weber
March 18, 2013 2:31 pm

So glad you finished the sweater — looks great. Am happy you have the family together for a brief visit before lives shift again. We have sugar pea pods showing their little leaves this week! Have Yukon Gold potatoes in the ground — hmmmm good. And, the veggies, of course.

Helen Hart
Helen Hart
March 18, 2013 2:35 pm

I still really admire your high energy and organizational skills. Also that you realize your daughter is on “vacation” although I know you love having her home. Uterus is cute and sweaters lovely–no, no belt. And darn this is past the middle of March and we have high winds and cold and can’t plant till Memorial Day. Guess that comes from living at 6200 feet. Spring comes late and hopefully we have a good growing garden this summer. I love your posts. Helen Hart

leilani bennett
leilani bennett
March 18, 2013 2:52 pm

OK, that does it! Brianna MUST come out the next time you are in California. I want to meet the woman who would think of crocheting a uterus because she can’t sleep.

I echo Elizabeth’s comment. Got tired just reading everything you accomplished and I thought I had accomplished much. I feel like a slug.

BTW — put to good use what I learned in your wonderful color class. Again, thank you!

Hilary Criollo
Hilary Criollo
March 18, 2013 3:58 pm

I think you rocked that belt with your cashmere top!

Kelley Highway
March 18, 2013 4:52 pm

I love the belt with the cashmere top!

Love it all, even the uterus! HA!

March 18, 2013 7:46 pm

I wish to see soil. We are knee-, no thigh-, no hip-deep in snow up nord in WI. Love the photos and sweater. Maybe I should assemble the one I have had for a very long time. ou do inspire.

Martha Witcher
Martha Witcher
March 19, 2013 9:05 am

Belt, you bet! Looks smashing! Enjoy your time with your family, it is fleeting.

Dorothy Day
Dorothy Day
March 19, 2013 12:26 pm

I liked the belt too. If you have to, you could go with a thinner belt, but you have a nice waist to emphasize.
We have daffodils in bloom here in Seattle. But very wet soil…

March 20, 2013 6:53 pm

I love the way Brianna’s mind works! It never occurred to me that one could crochet a uterus. A perfect blend of art and science.

Angi Jurado
Angi Jurado
March 24, 2013 1:48 am

LOVE the cardigan!!! For someone with, self proclaimed, “limited knitting skills ” that pattern was quite an undertaking! Also LOVE Brianna’s uterus!

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