There's something about Fall in New England that brings people home. The nostalgia of vibrant colors, the smell of apple pie or the flavor of cider doughnuts- whatever the reason there seems to be a homecoming trend going on here.
It started with the our favorite clamah' returning to the Coast of Maine. We loaded the pups up and traveled north with a yarn shop stop along the way. If there was a theme for the weekend it would have been beautiful buddies... it started with these guys being sweet brothers.
it did get a little fishy at times...
but it came back around...
There's something about beaches to really bring out the beauty in all of us.
Life at campchaos has been spinning quickly and the last few weekends have been full of cool nights in the tent, duck tours with Elvis, puppy adventures, a weekend upta camp and the parking lot that is I-95 Southbound on a summer Sunday. We've managed to stay in place for a weekend and I was finally able to tackle some yarn that's needed to be wound. Dave helped me out on Friday night and held the skein and suffered through 400 yards of sock yarn. He was a good sport but I could tell that he'd rather be petting the pups instead of watching yarn slowly spin.
The next night I searched for alternatives to aid in the project and found this site, which used old school Tinker Toys to make a DIY Yarn Swift. I hadn't been a huge tinker toy fan as a kid but my sister loves them. It just so happened that Dave had a box of tinker toys from 1983 laying around so he blew off decades of attic dust and quickly went into construction mode.
We referenced the how to but also modified the design here and there. Dave even had a little Tinker Toy Guy that became the center piece of the swift.
We started out with a small base and tested a good size skein of yarn.
The moment of truth... would I end up with a ball or a tangled mess?
Between my hand crank ball winder and the tinker toy swift we made short work and I was quickly able to wind a half dozen cakes of yarn before taking the swift apart and stashing it in my knitting bag... for you non-knitters out there- a normal knitting swift is a really cool umbrella like contraption that retails at least $65. That's a lot of yarn back in this knitter's budget, plus the tinker toys break down for easy storage. Now I can get back to my knitting...
Here's the swift in action after a couple of design modifications.
The humid New England Summer hasn't been as brutal as we feared and gives us a good reason to seek out water with the pups. The past couple weekends we've hit a river and enjoyed some great play time with the monsters. Yes, they can swim but the float coats help them enjoy a long day- especially the big guy who's joints need a break after years of adventures. The newly redesigned K9 Float Coat from Ruffwear provides comfort and great flotation for these active monsters and will be great to help them in the canoe when we return to flat water.
It's the way people try not to change that's unnatural...the way we
change to what things were than letting them be as they are... Change is
constant. How we experience change, that's up to us. ~ Meredith Grey from Grey’s Anatomy
If you had asked me back in October where I'd be in 6 months the answer would have been Carrabassett Valley. Our reality has shifted and we've adjusted
along with it. Today campchaos hit the ocean and as we walked onto the beach the waves from the Atlantic came crashing in.
2012 Chaos plunges in while Mayhem timidly checks out the surf
The tide was high and the sound was monstrous; the big dog broke out into a smile while the little pup tucked his tail and hid behind Dave. We realized that Mayhem's never been to the ocean before and Chaos has danced in both the Atlantic and Pacific.
2006- Chaos in the Pacific Ocean
Before too long Mayhem's fears were soothed by Chaos's joy and he frolicked on the beach and danced in the waves with his brother.
Change may be scary but like Mayhem we eventually we all figure out how much fun it can really be.
Last year Dave and I trekked to Summit County for some ski time with the Frisco 5, this year it just wasn't in the cards as the 5 hour drive has become a 40 hour adventure but we did get to have Colby join in on the fun and become a Sugarloafer.
He even got a Sugarloaf handknitted hat to mark the occasion. Although he sported this red helmet for his time on the slopes.
We also got to enjoy the company of Keith who made the trek north from Beantown for a weekend of fun upta camp.
And ended the night in true campchaos fashion with a small campfire.