Shakin’ things up

 We had an earthquake here the other night. Just a tiny one – personally I’d call it a tremor – although some of my friends living in multi-story apartments felt it more severely. Charlie had squirmed out of his blankets and cried because he was cold; I went to tuck him back in. While I was sitting with him to be certain he would sleep again, I felt a rhythmic thudding. At first I thought Greg had gotten out of bed and was pounding down the hall (our house has hardwood floors with a crawlspace underneath; if you’ve lived in a house like that before you know how heavy footsteps can shiver and vibrate the floors under your feet), but I realized first that it was harder than he would be walking and second that it lasted longer than it would take him to get from our room to the boys’. Almost as soon as I realized this, the thudding stopped and was replaced by a trembling that felt like a large truck was driving by (when the excavators go by it rattles the dishes in our cupboards, but I think it was fainter then that). And then, in far less time than it took me to write this, it was over.

So, that was my first earthquake. It wasn’t terribly exciting – I spent most of it being confused – and I wasn’t really sure it was an earthquake until I talked to some other people (although I thought it was). As an interesting side note, the Japanese don’t commonly use the Richter Scale to measure their earthquakes.

The Japanese “shindo” scale for measuring earthquakes is more commonly used in Japan than the Richter scale. Shindo refers to the intensity of an earthquake at a given location, i.e. what people actually feel at a given location, while the Richter scale measures the magnitude of an earthquake, i.e. the energy an earthquake releases at the epicenter.
The shindo scale ranges from shindo one, a slight earthquake felt only by people who are not moving, to shindo seven, a severe earthquake. Shindo two to four are still minor earthquakes that do not cause damage, while objects start to fall at shindo five, and heavier damage occurs at shindo six and seven.

If I had to guess based on that, I’d say that it was a shindo two. Several of my friends say they were woken up by it, but it wasn’t anything like hard enough to cause damage.

In yarny news, I think I’m learning how to read yarn content in Japanese. I went the other day to a hundred-yen store I hadn’t yet visited and bought some interesting yarn to play with. First was the ‘Silk Mable’ by hello! happy handmade! (I love Japan. It’s so cheerful.)

hello happy handmade silk mable

Which, as you can see, is 90% something, 10% something else. It was a good guess that one of those was silk, and an even better guess that for 100 yen it was the 10%. (A quick check against something that proclaimed itself to be ‘Cotton’ and ‘100%’ proved this to be correct.) To sum up, then, ‘Silk Mable’ is a 90% cotton, 10% silk fiber that looks to be about the same weight as size 10 crochet cotton thread.

Next I snagged a ball of ‘Zakka Linen’ (also by hello! happy handmade!).

zakka linen by hello happy handmade

Neither of those are cotton or silk; I guessed that the 18% was the linen. (I realize that I’m working on the assumption here that the content actually matches the English portions of the label, but it seems to correlate with my perceptions of the yarn and I’m not concerned enough to do a burn test.) A search of surrounding yarns provided a match to the 82% – a pile of big, bright balls of yarn that proudly proclaimed themselves to be ACRYLIC in inch-high all-caps. So the Zakka Linen is 82% acrylic and 18% linen, in about a fingering weight. (I think there’s only about 30 meters of it, though: enough for a good swatch to see whether I like it but not much more.)

I also bought a retractable tape measure shaped like a strawberry. Still 100 yen! (It measures in cm and inches – I checked before I bought it.)

STRAWBERRY!

And then I bought something for which…there is no explanation.

attack of the mangy yarn

The color is really quite fascinating in person, and up close. When I picked them up I hadn’t surveyed enough wrappers to know what it was made of, but it was soft and fluffy in the thick parts, vividly colored, and interesting. These sat in my basket while I shopped for everything else, and though a few misgivings about the practicality of the purchase squirmed up (especially after I learned that I had three balls of superbulky thick and thin acrylic, each 20 yards), I went ahead and bought it anyway. They are performing some strange novelty yarn voodoo and I won’t be surprised if a project for them rears its lumpy head soon. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Then we went to my favorite hundred-yen store (that would be The Daiso) and I made a much more respectable purchase.

sparkly fingering weight cotton

It’s 49% acrylic, 48% cotton, and 3% polyester (that would be the small metallic thread running through it) although figuring that out was no great trick, since much of the yarn at The Daiso is also labeled in English. It’s fingering weight, and I have 800 yards of it. That’s enough for a summer top, or a shawl, and I might make either of it. The acrylic content softens the cotton considerably – I’ve actually seen a great many cotton/acrylic blends around here, with nice colors. I look forward to using them.

At any rate, I realize I haven’t shown a lot of projects lately, but I’m working on several behind the scenes that should be very exciting when they’re finished.

…so cold…

Okay, look. It’s April now. I’m pretty sure it should be spring. I realize that the past few years living in Texas have – dulled our acquaintance somewhat, but I’ve seen it before. This is very nearly the farthest north I’ve ever lived (I thought it was the northernmost home I’ve had, but a quick search revealed it to be one measly degree south of a previous residence), but it’s been a long time since then. I’m cold. We don’t have central heating, and you would really be surprised at the difference that makes. We’ve had friends on base say that they hardly ever turn their heater on anymore because it just doesn’t get that cold, and let me tell you I was shocked at how cold it was in our house when we moved from billeting. Sometimes it actually feels colder than outside! I mean, it’s not that bad really, and we’re all delighted (well, I’m not sure how the boys feel about it) to be able to wear sweaters, and use blankets, and eat soup – we’ve missed those things. It’s just that we don’t really have that many warm things (for use in the house, I mean. We knew we’d need coats and boots and things). I have the only pair of house-slippers in the family – a pair of fluffy blue ones with chicks on them that one of my sisters gave me years ago that have seen next-to-no use until now, their moment to shine! – Charlie steals them from me all the time and shuffles around the living room in them, bouncing gleefully. So many things have been like that, forgotten for years and now gratefully pulled from the boxes to be useful again.

blanket sleepers

That picture’s for you, Mom – click to make huge. Thanks for those. I suppose we could go and buy things like that, but the shopping here’s a bit weird and we’re not used to it yet. The BX doesn’t always have what you want, we don’t usually carry enough yen for more than lunch and a few small items, and aside from the fact that it’s difficult to find clothing for the tall or large of foot (we are both) the sizing is different. None of this would matter, of course, if we were determined to acquire these things, but we have a bit of a mental roadblock that I lay squarely at the feet of Texas.

We don’t believe it’s going to stay cold.

I remember several times over the last few years that I woke up, assessed the temperature outside, and selected a sweater or long-sleeved shirt as appropriate attire for the day. We had breakfast, went out on some errands, and halfway through the morning broke a sweat on the gentle walk between stores, or returned to the car to discover it was an oven. (Sometimes my mother’s voice clunks around in my head, saying practical things like ‘Wear a t-shirt under your sweater, then if you get hot you can just take it off…‘ ignore the voice at your peril, my friends.) We laughed when the news reported that Target had sold out of space heaters in a frantic run on the store because the temperature had dipped to freezing and the population of the city feared death by hypothermia. It was not uncommon in December for us to walk by someone in gloves and a heavy coat while dressed ourselves (quite comfortably) in jeans and a t-shirt – sometimes even shorts. As I read yesterday on a forum board (I cannot at this moment recall which), “Winter in Texas is beautiful – and if it falls on a weekend, even better!”

The snow is gone – for weeks now. Winter is over. To us, even though we barely realize it, that means that any day now it will get warm enough for us to go outside – if not in shorts (intellectually we know that of course, it’s colder here) – then at least without a jacket. It doesn’t help that spring here looks so much like winter there. Except for the rain.

Have I not mentioned the rain? I vaguely recall rain being a hallmark of spring – in fact – hey, April showers! But it’s rained nearly all day today, and it rained nearly all day yesterday, and it’s rained nearly every day of the past week, and it’s kind of freaking me out. Here’s a photo of the road next to our house:

puddles

Click on the pic to see the raindrops in the puddles! (I love my camera.) That was dry this morning, before the rain started. Perhaps it will be dry again tomorrow. That’s almost the strangest thing, that there’s all this rain but no flooding. (That’s not flooding. It’s just accumulating in the giant dips in the gravel road – actually, that’s the better of the two roads that lead to our house.) In Texas it would storm for 20 minutes and the water would be washing down the road for hours, carrying litter, garbage cans, and stray animals with it. Weird. Side note – look how green that grass is! Insane! And here we thought green grass was a myth perpetuated by the lawn care companies.

I know that next year we’ll be better prepared (what else is yarn for?) but right now my fingers are cold, and my nose is cold, and my toes are toasty warm in fluffy blue slippers! I really need to buy an umbrella. I tried to buy one today, but my brain classed it as an useless frivolity and it slipped out before I could get one. After all, I haven’t used one in years! Why buy one now? Sigh.

What can you buy with 100 yen?

Something interesting that you may not realize about Japan is that it’s mainly what’s called a ‘cash economy.’ That means (perhaps you’ve guessed) that if you want to buy something, odds are good you need to buy it in cash. There are some exceptions – big chain stores, for instance, and some places marketing specifically to Americans accept plastic – but for the most part you have to carry cash to shop off base. Another thing you may not know is that the smallest bill available is 1,000 yen (about $10). Anything smaller than that is in change. As a result, we quickly found ourselves buried in a mountain of coins.

Being crafty, like I am, I made a pouch for them – wide in the mouth with a big, flat bottom for easy change-digging.

Hundred Yen Pouch by Melissa Mall

Hundred Yen Pouch

Materials:

  • About 20 yards (not sure on this) worsted weight yarn
  • H (5 mm) hook

(US pattern conventions used.)

Note: do not join rounds unless indicated.

Rnd 1: Ch 2, make 6 sc in 2nd ch from hook. (6 sc)

Rnd 2: [Sc inc] around. (12 sc)

Rnd 3: [Sc, sc inc] around. (18 sc)

Rnd 4: [Sc 2, sc inc] around. (24 sc)

Rnd 5: [Sc 3, sc inc] around. (30 sc)

Rnd 6: [Sc 4, sc inc] around. (36 sc)

Rnds 7-8: Sc around. (36 sc)

Rnd 9: [Sc 4, sc dec] around. (30 sc)

Rnds 10-11: Sc around. (30 sc)

Rnd 12: Sl st. Ch 2, dc in same sc, dc in next st. [Ch 1, sk 1 st, dc in next st] around. (30 sts) Join.

Rnd 13: Ch 1, sc in each dc and ch-sp around. (30 sts). Join, finish off and weave in ends.

For drawstring, make a chain about 8″ long and weave through eyelets OR Ch 8, join in a ring w/ a sl st, ch about 12 inches and make a loop with the last 4″. Weave through eyelets, pass big loop through small loop, and pull to tighten.

closed pouch

Their money’s pretty, isn’t it? The bills are multi-colored; at first we had a hard time remembering it was actually money. Sorry I don’t have any bills to show you, but yesterday I used my last 1000 on a trip to my favorite hyakuen (aka, 100-yen store).

the daiso

100-yen stores are like dollar stores, but full of nice things. Not everything in it is 100 yen – approximately one dollar, although on a good exchange day it can be more like 80 cents – but the majority of items are. I’ve bought everything from yarn to wooden toy cars to baskets there (all for a hundred yen each). This time I bought (among other things) some new socks

tabe socks

some felt, a package of wooden buttons, and some plastic animal eyes,

crafty stuff

and some chocolaty snacks, of which only this photo of the empty bag remains.

YUM!

These things are so good. They taste like…Cheetos would taste, if they were not coated in radioactive orange artificial cheese powder, but were instead saturated with real chocolate. Bliss. There are several different brands that make a treat like this, but I’d recognize that puffy chocolate texture anywhere! I wish I had another bag of them right now, but sadly, they are gone. As am I. See you later!