My Blanken World

My world of boys, textiles and moving.

What to say, what to say? March 2, 2012

Filed under: Family,Hubby,Military,Pets — blankenmom @ 11:05 pm
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Wow the last two weeks have been a whirl-wind!

My dentist man arrived home 2 weeks earlier than the ship and it’s been great having him home again. 

The next day the first-born turned 17, and the day after that he got home from camp.  My house is full again – just as it should be.

A few days later my baby turned 10 and my dentist man’s parent’s came up to visit for his birthday.  We turned around headed down to spend the weekend with them and meet up with some friends that we hadn’t seen in a long while. 

And after a 7 months at sea, my dentist man felt as though a vacation was in order.  Two days and one night at Great Wolf Lodge was just what we needed.  Absolutely wonderful time!

In the middle of all this, our cat decided to start peeing randomly on the carpet for some odd reason?  Granted, she’s 17 and has NEVER done anything wrong, but having my house smell like a cat toilet isn’t exactly something you let pass!  She’s got a vet appt. scheduled….

Even with the cat issues, the renters letting us know that they may be moving and attempting to get taxes done, my house is full – nothing can spoil my mood!


Coated in something November 27, 2011

Filed under: Family,Homeschooling,Knitting,Pets,Sewing — blankenmom @ 9:38 pm
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My coat is done *dancing a little jig* AND it looks great!

With the whole week off from school *another jig*, I was able to clip right along.  Well, except for that whole cooking for Thanksgiving thing.  But I didn’t let it hold me back too much – that’s what Thanksgiving morning is for right!

You got to see the inner workings last time, after which I was finally able to put the lining in.  The buttonholes are what really held me up however, and instead of machine holes that didn’t show up on this fabric, I did hand stitched buttonholes.


I really dislike buttonholes…


I put in an awesome looking inside welt pocket, for my cell phone or what not.



 The THREADS article I used to get this done suggests using silk organza to help turn the pocket, but since I’m a normal person and don’t have ANYTHING silk lying around, I used what I have plenty of; “recycled” dryer sheets.  Smells good and does the job!  Somewhere, there is a THREADS editor cringing…



And this is my final product –



THIS is a terrible picture of the pocket – It really does close all the way!
* Notice there is no close up of my buttonholes!


And now that, that’s done and I’m all warm and toasty, I can get started on Granny’s Christmas gift –



Mohair and silk with a bit of sparkle for a beautiful scarf.  I’m already on the 6th rep of a 13 rep pattern, so it should be done in plenty of time for Christmas.



*Now, for a safety warning.*



Who would have thought that hand sewing buttonholes could be so dangerous?  Well it can – and now you know why I dislike buttonholes… well at least part of the reason.  HA!




Kitty agree’s.  This whole sewing business is to darn dangerous and instead you should just take a nice, safe nap, preferably on something mom is working on.




I’ve done it! August 12, 2011

Filed under: Boys,Family,Home improvement,Knitting,Sewing — blankenmom @ 11:30 pm
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It really feels good to have this room completed!  Or at least completed enough to sew something.  And who would have thought that after waking up this morning on a deflated bed I’d be so motivated!  Maybe I should let the air out of my bed more often?

When I found myself entirely to close to my cat this morning, I realized that I was also entirely to close to the boards under the air mattress.  Not sure if it was the cat, jumping up on the bed, that caused the puncture or the bed itself.  None-the-less, I’ll be spending my evening finding the hole in the bed tonight.  Maybe I’ll just stay up all night reveling over my new space – especially since I still have my room left to work on.  Bleh – I’m over putting the house together.

My new space –


The room is a lot smaller and closed off than I’m used to, but the fact that I still get my own room… all to myself – yeah, I’m not going to complain!  The family IS good to me – that or I scare them?  Hmm, might have to ask them about that?

I’m getting ready to hunt-down the patterns and fabric I started pulling together at the last house.  I’m giddy with anticipation at getting back to sewing!  I’m also almost finished with the sweater I’ve been working on for well, months – since I was waiting for two more skeins of yarn to show up.  I’m on the final sleeve now and then I’ll just have to sew it together. 

I ALSO got invited back to play soccer on the team I subbed (and injured myself) for.  I was truly surprised they wanted me back after hurting myself getting ON the field!  They’re losing 6 players – must be desperation.  They don’t start the new set of games until next month, so that gives me a whole month to get back to tip-top shape so I won’t re-injure myself.   Hopefully that also means the boys will get on teams now too.  I know I’D like them to burn off some energy… do you think I could sign them up for games EVERY day?  No, hmmm….

It’s all coming together – maybe I should leave the bed deflated?


South to North June 10, 2011

Filed under: Boys,Family,Moving,Pets — blankenmom @ 11:16 pm
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The move has finally begun, none-to-soon and frantically all at the same time. 

Through the frustration of the packers turned movers and getting everything cleaned and done satisfactorily for the homeowner, we’ve finally made it.  A few tears may have swept my face in frustration and a minor curse word or two may have passed through my mind, but the first part – the hardest part – is done.

We are now on the move ~

This will be our second move this year and our third house; our fifth house in 5 years and 4th move in that time.  When asked for my address – I have to take a looooong pause….

After a breather from the movers breaking a piece of furniture in front of me with a 2×2 and accusing me off “hiding liquids” in a box and our VERY nice, but very precise homeowner (have I mentioned he’s a Marine?) releasing us from the house after inspection, I managed to get the car’s packed.

The car’s are both packed to the brim, no room to spare.  The topper is nearly over-flowing, both with things we’ll need like uniforms, a few dishes, some cleaning supplies and things the movers wouldn’t move – say glue, causing it to squeak the whole trip, but at least we know it’s still attached.  The temps. outside are nearly 100*, so the pet’s are sweltering, but the dog’s are LOVING the ride; the cat is just happy to be in the hotel room.  Two boys in each vehicle, so there is extra leg room this trip – and a good thing since the trip is nearly 3000 miles.  The first day was only 5 hours of driving and the first-born is already tired of driving…. he has 13 more days to go!

The cat taking a loooong drink once we got into the hotel room.

I am nervous and excited to be going back home.  This is all we’ve wanted for the last 5 years, but as with most things anticipated, you have to wonder if it will turn out as well as you want it too?  Will we like it still?  Will we still fit in, like people who’ve never left?  Will we go insane in the weather?  Six months with out the hubby huh….?

On top of all this, I have begun the 365 days of photo’s (or what-ever other people call it?)  And this was a perfect time to start it, since we’re starting something new in life.  I’ll be sending the photo’s here, but I don’t promise to send them everyday – I’m a little busy right now.  I’ve managed to stock-pile a weeks worth though.

I’ll be posting those next.

In the meantime, enjoy a beautiful day!


Bizarre happenings October 28, 2010

Filed under: Hubby,Knitting,Sewing,WTFr — blankenmom @ 10:53 pm
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It’s still very hot and muggy and if your tired of listening to me complain about it, tough.  I’m tired of waking up to it!  It’s October, I’m supposed to be in sweaters and jeans, warm and fuzzy from the lack of shaving my legs and eating hearty stews and soups, feeling all snuggly and warm with my family near by.  On top of that my hands have finally succumbed to the weather; I can’t knit, can’t hold the needle to sew the buttonholes and can barely even type.  The old lady dog is feeling it too, lumbering around all stiff and painful.  The locals think it’s pretty funny, mmm, not feeling it.

He kind of looks like he has a hang over doesn't he?

We had another visitor in the boys’ Bionicle bucket today.  It’s a pretty one too!  The boys wanted to play with their Bionicles, so they carefully pulled it out and set it on the table where it stayed until this evening, where it promptly returned to the bucket. 

The comedy of life sometimes is just to good.  On the bridge to the vet’s office the traffic was backed up pretty far once I got to the “scene” of the cause I really had to laugh out loud!  I kid-you-not a woman jogging was the cause of a 1/4 mile back up!  Really, are you kidding me!  Fully covered on the major area’s and wasn’t even that well endowed?  It was just one of those bizarre things, but it gave me a good laugh.

I took the cat in for her blood work today.  As I’m sitting there rolling the words “renal failure” around in my head and feeling like I might be on the verge of tears, I see a woman walk in with her spastic wiener dog needing a nail trim (the dog, not the woman).  She sits for a few minutes, talking to this squirmy little boy like it was her first child, making me giggle.  The tech comes to get the dog and has to *drag* it into the back.  Which again, makes me giggle.  (It was on a harness, no one panic, no animals were harmed in the making of this story)  The woman starts pacing around the room, touching everything, finally getting a bag of food and some treats.  She stands at the door, where her furbaby went in and I swear starts kind of whimpering and whining, sort of like her dog.  She turns and asks the receptionist if her dog is ok, if getting the nails clipped hurts?  The receptionist explains that it doesn’t.  She looks at me and I tell her our dogs have the same issue, for different reasons.  She gives out a quiet huff and mumbles “what ever” on the verge of tears.  At this point I wanted to start laughing out loud, and my cats possible renal failure all of a sudden became a smaller issue to me.  I DO NOT want to be one of THOSE people.  You bet I’m going to be sad when the ladies pass, but I would like to also have a few small pieces of reality to hold on to, such as – it is still an animal, not my child!  That being said, we get into the car and the cat looks at me as if to say “I hate you, and I know where you live!” 

The boys are spastic, and driving me up the wall.  Most likely because of the heat and we just haven’t found our groove yet.  We’ll probably find it about June, when we move.  I’m driving the poor hubby insane!  He’s attempting to find me “play dates”.  “But what if I don’t like them?  Can I come home and I can talk about how much I don’t like them?”  His reply “Sure, a change of conversation would be nice!”  Hahaha  A sign of a good hubby.  The greater job at Walmart is looking REAL nice.

It was fend for yourself night tonight, which is good since my hands hurt and that ment I got to finish my mashed potato’s.  The boys always like that too, so they all get what ever they want, as long as it’s a real meal.  Watermelon and cheese counts as a real meal?  Wasn’t that a Seseme Street song? *giggle*

I am also glad I finished my hat-turned-scarf yesterday, since there will be no knitting tonight.  Hopefully I’ll be back to normal tomorrow so I can finish the jacket in time for my sewing machine to arrive.  I’ve also got another order for some necklaces I make for someone.  It’s a hit or miss thing for me since it’s not really what I do, but it makes me money, it’s legal and I can do it from home, I’ll give it a whirl!  It leaves me with supplies for sewing too, so it works out well for me.

Last night I had caffeine and was up until 3:30.  And then today I had half of the first-born’s cinnamon buns that he made and was pinging off the walls at the vets office.  About an hour after I got home all I wanted to do was sleep and now am wide awake and can’t do anything.  *Sheesh*  This might be a long night!  I suppose this would be a good opportunity to get some Christmas presents ordered.  This is when I’d just sit and people watch at the last place… drunks are so entertaining!  I suppose I could go out and look at the stars and watch the owls and bats.  That’s more my style.  Ooh – I need those light up needles so I can knit in the dark!  Of course, that would probably attract the bats and I’d end up being attacked by the wildlife.  Hmmm,  maybe I don’t need them?

I’ll leave you with this – for those of you who sew, or are a sewing enabler, you’ll probably relate to one or more of these:


Shhh – I’m hiding from my work October 19, 2010

Just let me know if my newly acquired southern drawl get’s to thick making it difficult for you to understand me –

On occasion I have a piece that I’m working on that I absolutely, procrastinate doing.  I don’t know why?  It’s usually not something all that difficult or even boring.  For some random, oddball reason, I avoid it like the plague.

The item in question at this time, is a beautiful, very expensive jacket that I’m shortening the sleeves on, with  wonderful bound buttonholes.  I love the jacket and if I were still in the same town, would love to see the woman in it.  I’ll be shipping it back to her, along with a shirt I put buttonholes in, when I finally get out of this funk.


Maybe part of it is the fact that I have to do this by hand, which I usually love, but I guess being forced into it by my lack of an automated machine is deterring me.  Don’t get me wrong, I love my treadle.  Brutus does amazing things, I seriously think he could sew through wood.  I love him for a multitude of reason, if not just for having always wanted one.  But sometimes you just want to zig-zag or push a button and have buttonholes done, or just not get a work out while you sew.  I’m still in limbo with the shipping company and my wonderful, ever so patient, repair shop back home, while they determine who’s paying for what after the shipping company dropped my machine while it was making its way back to me. *sniffle*


So instead, I’ve worked on a pair of  long socks and with the left over yarn, I am now making a great slouchy hat.  Which is silly since everyone knows I don’t look good in hats, but I do love the looks of them.  Besides, what else am I going to do with left over sock yarn?  I have also become chauffeur to my first-born while he looks and applies for a new job.  His hair is currently a shade of orange for the upcoming fall season and he’s having to find places that don’t see this as an issue.  After all – a man’s got to look good you know!  I’ve also resurfaced our dinner table.  Taking more than a week to sand and stain it has proven an excellent distraction.

Of course, my fourth born was kind enough to hand me a great excuse when he was jumping on his bed last week, breaking it and then pretending it hadn’t happened.  Did he not think I would EVER go into his room? 

And of course, this would also prove to be the perfect time to start-up my blog .  Oh the ends I will go to when I’ve set my mind to it, or  avoiding it.  Is that the garage I hear calling…

On other news, we are currently housing a Venus Fly Trap.  Which is good for a house full of boys – they get to kill, with a grand purpose!  Unfortunately for our poor teeny-tiny trap, it’s just not capable of downing the amount of material my generous boys want to bestow upon this minute beast.  The store has two other kinds, that I think we may have to bring home to help with their generosity and quench their inner hunter. 

Kitty has decided on a new watering hole and was quite confused when I used it today in a most undesirable fashion.  But once flushed she wasn’t so upset with me anymore.

I have noticed a trend since we’ve began moving around again, that the first year of every move, I put on around 15 or so pounds.  Call it boredom, call it comfort eating, call it another 15 pounds!  After the first year, it always goes away again.  My problem this year, is that we’ll be here for less than a year!  So what does that mean for my growing posterior?  I don’t know, I’ll just put it behind me.  *snicker*