“Knitting is power and can be a fulfilling means of self-expression, with a useful and lovingly made garment as a side bonus.” ~ Elizabeth Zimmerman
As feared, I’ve run out of yarn for Iain’s birthday sweater. No matter how many times I refresh it, the tracking page persists in telling me that the yarn will not arrive until next week. A watched package never ships? With a bit of time on my hands I thought I would see if I could cobble together enough leftover yarn to make a Christmas hat for Mairi. That one came together quickly enough and I don’t think it’s obvious that I pieced together a combination of yarns for it. I’ve cast on for another, much needed, pair of tights now. This is for times when knitting is the only option. Mostly I’ve been trying to finish off several projects that I’ve put aside; working in ends and adding buttons. I don’t think it’s wise to keep scissors in my lap while say sitting on the floor playing with the baby or riding in the car. The knitting is for those times. And also times when I just want to pick something up and knit a stitch here and there. It’s far more portable. I wish to start crossing some things off my mental to-do list, which I can’t do until they are really, truly done, not just mostly done. Last year I read a book that classed unfinished projects as clutter. That really struck a chord with me. While I am forever trying to cut down on clutter around the house, I’m terrible about that kind of mental clutter and I don’t think it does well by me.
I chanced upon Cynthia Harnett’s historical fiction in the form of The Wool Pack, also known as The Merchant’s Mark. It came to us through a friend just as we were studying the Tudor time period and turned out to be a perfect companion for our studies. I’ve raided the library for additional books by the same author to see it they are also ripe for passing on to the big boys. The Writing on the Hearth is excellent so far!
and this year….
More into the leaf play this year for sure, though not quite up to the crazy antics of her siblings! She does enjoying sitting and watching them. They make her giggle like mad!
If the first dress was the simple one and the second one the whimsical one, this one, with it’s reproduction kitten fabric and vintage notions, must surely be the retro one.
This newborn bonnet I made was too small from day one. I thought I would alter the pattern to make one that actually fit. I can’t decide if it’s goofy or cute or both! This is a strange pattern, giant needles for a tiny hat! I couldn’t find the recommended size 19 needles anywhere. Finally the boys made me a set out of dowels.
Kale and parsley salad topped with the lemon-tahini dressing from the Oh She Glows Cookbook and roasted butternut squash. Absolutely delicious! Our squash this year has been amazingly flavorful.
Our neighbor remarked that it was like perpetual summer in our garden. While that may be a bit of an overstatement, it’s true that we’ve been slowly working to extend the season. Things are winding down, but there is still a lot of goodness coming in from the garden. I think the ever-blooming strawberries are the most startling of the enchanted garden sights. Despite several frosts the nasturtiums that remain in a somewhat sheltered corner are still blooming. Almost all of the leaves have been stripped from the trees around us, but the calendula and all of the pansies and violas under Seraphina’s tree bloom on.
We had one blissful, beautiful, warm and calm day. I spent the afternoon in the garden. I could use weeks upon weeks of that kind of afternoon, both because there is so much more to be done and because it soothes and nourishes my soul in a way that little else can. When my children are grown I’m going to spend my days tending my garden and my nights knitting away, with occasional breaks to bake pumpkin bread for my grandchildren, using the fresh pumpkins that they help me to harvest. Granted I haven’t a clue as to how exactly I’m going to fund this lifestyle, but do let me have my little day dream!
Lately she’s been clamping my nose in her little fist while she nurses!
“Knitting is the saving of life.” ~Virginia Woolf (considering the source, this is perhaps not the best long term option for everyone…)
I’ve been having trouble concentrating this week. It happens from time to time. Looking back, I feel like this is the time of year when it’s most likely to happen, usually accompanied by visual disturbances, along with other little signs and signals, as a precursor to a massive migraine (something to look forward to). Books of essays weren’t full enough to let me get into each story. Books on all one subject felt like they were dragging on and on. I took to bringing two books at a time with me when I cuddled up to nurse, just in case. I didn’t want to be marooned with a book I had no tolerance for with no other options on hand! It’s possible that in a bitter moment, in the back of my mind, I may even have accused the writers of not every trying to entertain me. I finally seem to have settled into Knitting Yarns: Writers on Knitting, edited by Ann Hood.
My knitting has been much the same…scattered. Which may well be part of why I’m feeling out of sorts. I am making some progress on Iain’s birthday sweater. I finished the second sleeve and have joined both sleeves to the body to work the yoke. The sleeves seem long, but then again, so are his arms. A couple of observations from this project: this boy of mine, who came from me, that I bundled and carried for so long, is a giant. Also, the yardage estimates on this pattern are way off. There is a box of yarn headed my way and I’m praying it gets here fast before I lose all momentum again. I have no real project at the moment for when Iain is around. I’m in knitting limbo. It is an uneasy and restless feeling for me to not have something to pick up and knit a few stitches on here and there.
Years ago, all of the kids used to pile into our bed every morning. Together we would talk and laugh and plan our day. It was a good way to start the morning. Lately, as I lie awake at night waiting for sleep to overtake me, I’ll think about the day that has past. Very often, especially if it was a hard day, the kind of day where I’m harsher than I mean to be or feeling like someone was overlooked, I’ll picture gathering them all into my bed in the morning, in a circle of love, all together- all seen, all heard, all at peace. I resolve to start the next day just that way. But than morning comes and everyone is already scattered and I wake up, groggy, to the sound of bickering. Or someone asking what’s for breakfast? lunch? dinner? And might we have ice-cream for one of those meals instead? And do I know where their boot/ballet slippers/writing project got to? And shouldn’t I tell so-and-so to not do fill-in-the-blank?!? And already the day has begun and already I feel like I’m behind and my picture of calm and loving time together before the world comes crashing down around us has already shattered. So when they all just showed up one morning, for no apparent reason, I thought it was worth noting. And cherishing. And trying to repeat if possible.
Remember? Before we left for our trip, I determined that our Sweet Wild Violet was in need of some clothing, and quick! I’ve been wanting to detail the making of her wee fall wardrobe, but it’s quite beyond my abilities at the moment to sit here for long enough to do so. A little here and a little there will have to do. This bitty dress is the first in a set of four. As I needed something quick and easy, all of them were based off of the Anna Maria Horner Peice-a-Bake Baby Dress, size 12 months. I tried to do something a little different for each so that they all had a personality of their own. This one is simple and sweet. The most basic of basics.
And yes, there is a bit of a color theme going on. I’m like a scratched record with colors, I often get stuck.
Pattern: Baby Scarf by Liesl Gibson
I believe one of the yarns is some O-Wool in ‘Oatmeal’, the other is the yarn leftover from Mairi’s mittens.