Today is the 21st anniversary of my arrival in Seattle (okay, it was a Motel 6 in Issaquah and I didn't actually set foot in Seattle proper until the 24th) and I still love it here. 

I spent the first 23 years of my life in the Greater Los Angeles Metro Area and wanted out from the time I was 14.  I hated the heat, I hated sunbathing (unlike two of my sisters who were sun-worshippers), and I wasn't crazy about the beach.  I finally joined the Air Force after college to escape and my first base assignment was in Northern California at Travis AFB about half-way between San Francisco and Sacramento.  Naturally when I had time off I headed to San Francisco with its cool breezes rather than hot, dry Sacramento.  I spent 18 months at Travis and then moved to my second base assignment at Offutt AFB in Omaha, Nebraska.  There I experienced tornado warnings, huge hail storms and blizzards for the first time.  I prefer earthquakes.  I spent 2 years in Omaha where I did like having four seasons, but I missed mountains. 

I thought about moving to the Colorado Rockies when I got out of the Air Force, but one morning I woke up with the thought "I'm moving to Seattle."  I had never been to Seattle but I loved what I learned about its climate in a Physical Geography course I was taking at Bellevue University in Bellevue, NE (just outside the air base).  Since this was 1987 before the World Wide Web, I went to a Robert Half office in Omaha and had them fax my resume to their office in Seattle, then I had the Air Force pack up my stuff to send to Fort Lewis in Tacoma, WA until I requested it.  I got out of the Air Force on April 15, 1987 and immediately drove to the house my mother had recently purchased in Denver.  My mom and sister suggested I move in with them and get a job there, but Denver reminded me too much of LA with the dry brown hills and sprawl.  A few days later on April 22nd I got a call from the Robert Half agency office in Seattle asking if I could be in Seattle by 3pm on Friday the 24th for an interview.  The phone call came at 10am.  I had my car loaded and was out of Denver by noon.  I spent the night in Twin Falls, Idaho and got to the Motel 6 in Issaquah at 11pm on the 23rd.

I fell in love with western Washington and didn't leave for my first 5 years here.  I spent my free time exploring the Seattle area and the Olympic Peninsula.  I remember being at Sol Duc Falls and thinking "This is paradise.  Who needs the Caribbean?"  Yes, I actually LIKE rain.  It keeps everything so green.  Even the gray skies make the green of the trees look more vibrant to me.

Sometimes I think of coulda/woulda beens, but I always end up of happy that one morning I woke up thinking "I'm moving to Seattle."

After being unemployed for six months, I started a new job on Monday.  I have a 3-month contract-to-perm position at Bag Borrow or Steal.  The company rents out handbags and jewelry to the fashionable who don't want to be stuck with a bunch of out-of-date bags or don't have the money for full-price.  So far I'm really enjoying myself.  I'm the only QA person and I have a lot of work to do.  There are some big projects coming down the pike.

This is my first time working as an independent contractor rather than through an agency that takes care of my taxes.  I talked to our family accountant before I took the job to find out how much I should charge to cover all the taxes and still end up with the same take home pay.  I have to put 37% of whatever I make into a savings account and then file quarterly with the IRS.  I went into my credit union today and had them add a savings account called "Taxes" so I can keep track of it all.

Please keep your fingers crossed that this works out for me.

On Sunday, George & I attended a baby shower for his co-worker Pavel Repin and his wife Linna.  We had a fun time at the shower which was designed to include all the guys.  I had knit a pullover sweater and a pair of booties for the baby, but I also had decided to give the happy parents-to-be a baby gnome hat that others had declared either "cute" or "really ugly, and you finished it?"  (Well, I did post it to Ravelry's "Hall of Shame" group. teehee)

Since the parents declared the hat cute, I gave Pavel the beret I had knitted with the same yarn.  I had been wondering who to give the beret to as I had knitted it purely for the experience of knitting my first beret.  Pavel loved it as orange is his favorite colour.



He had to take it off after awhile because it was getting too hot.  I informed him it was pure wool, and he and the baby's heads would be very warm come next winter.

Linna seemed to like the sweater and booties.



Another attendee at the shower had presented Pavel and Linna with lots of baby clothes and I was delighted to discover that the colours of the pullover sweater was perfect with them.  I congratulated George on his good colour sense since he had picked out the yarn from my huge stash of sock yarn.

I don't have any pictures from the retreat.  I usually forget to take pictures and almost all of the photos on this blog were taken by George.

I had registered for the Saturday evening banquet and an all-day class on Sunday.  The banquet could have been a little lonely, but while waiting outside to get into the banquet hall, I ran into Fred and Jen Hagan.  I worked with Fred at two different companies for several years and his wife is a knitwear designer who's becoming better known.  They run Fidgeadh Yarns together.  If you go to their site, Fred is modeling most of the men's sweaters that Jen designed.  We had a great time catching up before and during the banquet.

I also went to the Marketplace on Saturday afternoon where I bought way too much yarn.  It's gorgeous stuff and I plan to use it all.  I ran into Charisa and a few other people from the Portland Yarn Crawl in the Marketplace, and then sat with them while we all showed off what we had bought.  I then got into a conversation with Stephanie Pearl-McPhee, the Yarn Harlot, and a friend of hers.  I'm such a fangirl.

I drove back down to Tacoma on Sunday for an all-day class with Janine Bajus on selecting colours for fair isle knitting.  I've enjoyed reading Janine's blog Feral Knitter for several months and she was great in person.  Janine took us through a lot of colour theory and then had us knit a fast swatch using colours we selected from a photograph along with any other values of the colours that we could find on the table.  We had over 300 colours to choose from and I think I can say that the entire class had fun.  I have the swatch somewhere, but I can't find it right now.  When I do, I'll post a picture of it.

On Saturday morning, George and I had brunch at Julia's on Broadway with Delf, Muhsin and Janelle.  It was great to catch up with Delf as it's been months since we seen him.

I gave Janelle a hat I had knitted for fun in December and a pair of mittens I had knitted with Janelle in mind in January.  The mittens are adorable.  I bought the pattern book "Not Just Socks For Kids" because of the pattern and they were fun to knit.



Delf left early because he was heading down to the Madrona Fiber Arts Festival in Tacoma with a bunch of other people.  I was heading there myself as I had signed up for the banquet and wanted to check out the Marketplace.

Last week I knitted up a hat from Deb in bright red Brown Sheep Burly Spun.  The hat looked great and then I washed it.  The colour bled and the hat grew so that it was big enough for a giant.  I decided I had to frog it and start over.  Last night, after the hat was finally dry (Burly Spun is very bulky), I frogged the hat.  Don't I look just delighted in this photo?

I skeined it up and washed the yarn again today and it bled again.  It stopped bleeding after the third wash and I've hung it up to dry as I need to get the kinks out.  I decided to wash up some other yarn that also needed it.  George took this photo.



The skeins are hanging from the potrack over our kitchen sink and I put hangers on them to add some weight.  I'll get around to knitting Deb's hat again someday.

We went to Gay Bingo last night.  The theme was "rocking out" and Dick really went with the theme.  I love that wig he wore.

Jonathan won $33 - the only one at our table to win anything.



This Sister of Perpetual Indulgence had the greatest lipstick - red and yellow.

Jonathan gave me a back-rub at one point.  I was dressed as an aging one-hit-wonder rock star.  My hair was so stiff from product that I couldn't run my fingers thru it.


All eight of us had a great time.

George & I went to Barack Obama's rally at Seattle Center's Key Arena this morning.  We car-pooled with his coworkers Mira and Zane, and Mira's partner Mark.

Mark, me and Mira

We were too late to get inside the Arena.  One of Zane's friends called him from inside and told him that the line had been around Key Arena 3 and a half times by 10:30 with the doors opening at 11am.  It worked out okay for us as Obama came over to where we were to address the crowd before he went into the arena.  George took the photos by holding his digital camera at full-length above his head.



This guy was climbing the wall to get a better look when Obama told him "Get down from there, young man, before you hurt yourself."  The guy got down immediately.


While waiting, I worked on the booties I'm making for George's co-worker's coming baby.

I finally had to stop because my hands were freezing.

Overall it was a great experience.  The arena was completely filled and there were about 3000 of us standing outside in front and back of the arena.

We had Frank, Lyndol, Peter, Carol, Raven & Iain over for Christmas dinner this year.  George & I prepared a pork roast and the others brought various side dishes.  As usual, everything was delicious.  After everyone had a chance to digest a little, we brought out the Plum Pudding George's mother had prepared and given to us when we were in Dublin in August.  (Frank and Lyndol bring the holly sprig from their tree every year.)  George heated up the brandy and poured it over the pudding while everyone ooh'd and aah'd over the flames.

We served the plum pudding with brandy butter and whipped cream.

George finished the Christmas Fruit Cake today.  The cake is so huge that the only thing large enough to hold it is the pizza stone which George covered in aluminum foil.  I told him that we would be getting a 10" pan for next year's cake as his mother's cakes always fit on our cake plate.

George rolled out his home-made marzipan and laid it over the cake.

He then spread the cooked hard icing over the cake.



It needs to sit for awhile for the icing to harden.  We'll be serving it on Christmas Day at our dinner party.