Well Hello

Hello Gentle Readers.  As I write on Tuesday morning, sunlight filters through a cloudy sky. Three gold finches in khaki coats are at the tube feeder while the blue jays squawk from the tops of bare trees. They might be posting a warning about a Cooper's Hawk that sometimes frequents the neighborhood or they might be enjoying a call and response with their small flock. Today will be the warmest day since we returned from visiting our daughter and family in Connecticut. 

We left the Monday of Thanksgiving week in autumn weather and returned eight days later to winter. Several inches of snow had fallen over a layer of ice. In the budget parking lot, our car was covered in ice and snow.  At the end of the traveling day, we were grateful the car started and for the ice scraper and brush in the trunk. We had a wonderful time celebrating Thanksgiving and sharing a week in the life of that busy family. We cooked, baked, feasted, played board games and rousing games of UNO. We watched a little football and took some brisk walks. Lance and I took the kids to the independent bookstore so each one could pick out a book. We packed a lot of fun into the week. Then we came home to rest. 

 

Today I am linking with Kat and the Unravelers  and happy to be here. Before we left, I finished the cutest little pair of "Pop-Top" mittens. The above photo shows the fingerless mitt with the top positioned behind it. The first mitten went smoothly. It took a few minutes to puzzle out the second mitten as they needed to be knit as a left and right mirror so the pop-top was on the back of each hand. No doubt, this was just my brain in a bit of a muddle trying to get us organized to travel. Anyway, Norah loved them and wore them to school the day after we arrived. 

This last week I finished the blue mitts. They might be a gift or I might keep them for driving. The Rowan Norwegian Wool is a wooly but soft wool so these mitts are warm. 

In order to use the rest of a skein of West Yorkshire Spinners patterned sock yarn, I cast on a pair of scrappy Christmas socks. When I need a break from the blue cardigan, I knit on these socks. 

I don't have any finished books to review but last Thursday evening we were fortunate to attend a live concert by Yo Yo Ma at the Lied Center for the Performing Arts. Mr. Ma played his cello (no accompaniment) for over ninety minutes. His performance and music were absolutely elegant. The classical program alternated between pieces by Bach and other contemporary composers. Besides the beauty of his music, Yo Yo Ma is a gracious, kind human being. He spoke a few sentences in between pieces, creating a sense of presence and community in the large auditorium. His encore, "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" was a little bit of magic. I have been listening to his short podcast series, Our Common Nature, and can recommend it. He also has an Instagram account. 

Later I thought about all the human minds and hands that came together to make his performance possible. Someone or several someones imagined and crafted a cello with strings and a bow. Another person who lived in Germany, dreamed and composed the music he played. Then a boy born in Paris came to the United States at the age of four and began to study music. Family, mentors, and community supported his endeavors as he became a virtuoso musician. Now he shares so much more than his music with the world. Across time and place, we are a community. 

I'm headed out for a nice long walk and then to run some errands. What are you thinking about today?

Ravelry Links

Pop Top Mittens

Blue Mitts

Scrappy Christmas Socks

Mid-November

Hello Gentle Readers. November evenings come early. Still there are days of bright blue skies and burnished oak leaves. One sunny warm day last week, I was driving west at midafternoon. Sunlight filtering through oak trees created a beautiful butterscotch effect. Prior to the weekend, the temps swung up to seventy plus degrees but have dropped after a Monday evening rain. There is a richness to all of the November days. 

Since I last posted about knitting, I've made progress with existing projects and cast on something new. I wet blocked the current sweater in progress to check the fit. I'm glad I added a few rows to the yoke because right now, this part of the sweater fits. In photos, the color of the yarn fades out, even with filter adjustments. 

In the meantime, Norah requested some mittens that "flip open at the top." Some of her friends are wearing them at school. I found a child-sized pattern called "Pop-Tops" on Ravelry and promptly started the project. Remember the pre-Ravelry days of searching for patterns in yarn shops and books. It would have taken me a long time to find a pattern and I might not have found one. Ravelry may not be perfect but it sure is useful.

I finished the hand of the first Green Thumb mitt and cast on the second one. When I knit mittens, I knit both hands and then go back and knit the thumbs one after another. This increases the odds they will be the same length.  

This week I read Port Anna a debut novel by Libby Buck. The plot about a young woman down on her luck returning to her family's old cottage in Maine is heartwarming, if a little predictable. It contains a touch of magical realism and lovely descriptions of the rugged Maine coast. What I enjoyed most was the physical presentation of the library hardcover copy. The front cover evokes the feel of an Andrew Wyeth print, the back is photograph of the Maine coast, and the spine of the cover is a soft gray-blue with a cameo of a lighthouse. The opening page of each section of text contains a gray silhouette of forest pines. Although I know nothing about fonts, the look of the chapter numbers was also striking. 

Kat, who usually hosts the Wednesday link-ups for these posts, and her family have experienced a great sadness and loss. My thoughts are with her as I write. 

And, I have another photo of a November leaf. This one came from some late turning trees on a parkway along my walk. Likely I will not post next week. Mindful that holidays can be difficult, I do wish you a good November and if you celebrate, a rich grateful day of Thanksgiving. 

 

Ravelry Links

Blue Cardigan

Blue Mitts

Pink Pop Tops

Stitching and Mending

Hello Gentle Readers. Today the sun shines and warms the day. The weekend was another story. As a rancher friend of my husband used to say, "the frost was on the pumpkin." The autumn colors peaked beautifully before the weekend cold snap. Now the ash trees are bare and the other trees are rapidly letting go of their leaves. Into November we go, being grateful for all the wool. 

Today I'm linking to Kat and the Unravelers. Over the weekend, I finished the stitch journal pages for October. I'm a little behind but no matter. The first page was a sunflower worked in the chain stitch and french knots. I wanted to represent some of the bright colors of autumn and I do love the wild sunflowers.   

The flowers remind me of my Grandfather Dewey who was a veteran of WWI. Several of his letters from France were addressed to his mother at Sunflower Farm, Cozad, Nebraska. I thought that was a name that someone in the family gave to the farm. Later a distant second cousin remarked that my Grandfather and his brothers had to chop wild sunflowers from fields with a hoe. It was hard tedious work for those boys. Likely, my Grandfather was showing his sense of humor, poking a little fun.

In the book American Wildflowers: A Literary Guide edited by Suan Barba and illustrated by Leanne Shapton, I read the short piece, "The Exile and the Holy Anomaly: Wild American Sunflowers by Gary Paul Nabhan. He wrote about the natural history of some of the 70 species of sunflowers. As is often the case in this country, Native Americans and scientists are joining efforts to preserve the diversity of these wildflowers. I know sunflowers don't grow on a vine but I wanted a dramatic flower with some green. I drew the shapes freehand so I'm chalking up the proportions to artistic license. And I use the word artistic loosely. I copied part of the poem, "Oh Giant Flowers," by Jill Bialosky (p.68 of the book mentioned earlier) under the flower.  

When Kate and Norah visited in early October, I traced Norah's seven year old hand. Of course, the page had to feature pink as that is her favorite color - for now. Stitching this page was a lovely way to preserve and remember the fun of those days. 

I also spent a good ten days mending the basket quilt, again. I used the eyelet stitch on small holes of worn fabric and feather stitch on fraying seams. I patched larger areas with fabrics and old linens. The white cotton fabric in this quilt has not held up well. I haven't had nearly so much damage in any other of my handmade quilts. Of course, I have no idea where I bought the fabric years ago. Generally I shopped at two local quilt shops but it could have come from a big box craft store. 

This week I read The New Book: Poems, Letters, Blurbs, and Things by Nikki Giovanni. Although it is a small volume, the writing is filled with emotion and joy. Giovanni was articulate, witty, and able to see beauty in the world. At the same time, she didn't shy away from the political turmoil and inequalities of our time. There is a short prose piece, "Toni Morrison," that references and pays tribute to Morrison's novels. It is delightful and heartfelt. Ms. Giovanni died in December 2024 and this book was published in 2025. I have to think she helped with the editing and knew it would be published. I hope so. I happened onto this book at the library proving that libraries are indeed wonderful places. 

And so, this is more than enough from me. What will you savor these rich November days?

Hello November

Hello Gentle Readers. November begins with glorious autumn days and sunshine. These days, even with occasional gusty winds, are beautiful. This last week we experienced the first frost so the dragon wing begonia is now inside in front of a sunny basement window. The contents of other pots of summer flowers are in the compost. The hoses are drained and put away for the winter. My husband did the heavy lifting as my low back has kicked up its familiar ruckus. Aging happens but there are times when it isn't much fun. A competent PA prescribed physical therapy. I hope to get in soon.  

On a happier note, I am linking with Kat and the Unravelers today. I finished this autumn pair of socks. I rarely knit with brown colored yarns but I really enjoyed the chocolate brown in the mini skein. The color has me thinking about mocha or coffee colored yarn for a pair of socks. I made some progress on the blue cardigan. Next time I pick it up, I'll section the sleeves from the body. I plan to knit an inch or so and then block it and try it on for fit. 

I cast on a pair of mitts using stash yarn and a tried and true pattern. Earlier in the year, I tried another mitt pattern with this yarn that didn't work for me. This is the seventh time I've knit the Green Thumb pattern. With a leaf as the thumb gusset, the mitts make a nice gift.    

This week I read Ma and Me by Putsata Reang as it is the November selection for my local book group. In 1975, when Reang was eleven months old, her family left Cambodia because of the war and violence of the Khmer Rouge Communists. This memoir is both the story of Reang's mother, a woman born into a society with rigid expectations and few opportunities for women, as well as the author's journey to acceptance of herself as a gay woman. The bond between the two woman is heavy with love, cultural expectations, guilt, and duty. In my opinion, the book could have been better edited. At times the narrative felt repetitious. Still I learned a little about Khmer culture. Reang's story illustrates inherited trauma in the lives of real people, as well as effects of repression of sexual orientation. She is a courageous woman. This is not an easy read but I imagine it will make for a good discussion. 

Sunday I picked up leaves on my walk and left them on the kitchen counter. Why, I don't know. When they dry I toss them out into the yard. It's not like I can keep that beauty in physical form for very long. Soon this too will come to an end. But on I go, making, reading, and finding my way into November. May you too find your way on these rich November days.   

October's End

Hello Gentle Readers.  Oh October, you don't last long enough. Today the sky is gray but the maple trees are gorgeous. Monday I walked a little way out of my immediate neighborhood to look at the trees. I knew there were some ash trees with leaves turned to a burnished rust tinged with deep burgundy. Then as I rounded the corner I saw maple trees in brilliant shades of red and orange. I did have to keep moving in order to avoid being plunked on the head by falling acorns on one side of the street. The oaks here are loaded with acorns. Tuesday light rain fell on and off most of the day. Wednesday brings a cool windy day. And so it goes. 

Today I will link with Kat and the Unravelers to post about making and reading. Although, this week my reading consisted of reading a few chapters and then adding to a stack of books to be returned to the public library or passed on to a Little Free Library.

Over the weekend, I knit the Shadow Wrap Short Row Heel of this second sock without having to rip back. (Much better than the first sock.) I did refer to Denise's video in order to get started. I should knit another sock with this heel to cement the process in my memory. The heel fits me well so now I'm curious to see how it wears. 

I cast on the "don't ask" cardigan by Isabell Kraemer. According to the pattern page, "The yoke is shaped by using a modified version of the contiguous set-in sleeve method developed by Susie Myers." Ms. Kraemer's patterns are well written and easy to follow although this one requires paying attention. So far so good. I'll try it on soon. I decided to try this cardigan design as I find them trickier to knit and fit. I'm not looking for perfection but a decent fit and a passable buttonband would be nice. Wish me luck.  

Since my book choices are in a slump, I'll write about spinning. Currently I am working with this Rambouillet fiber. I spun the two nests on the right side of the photo, the gray and lightest mauve, into singles and then plied them together into 200 yards of fingering to sport weight yarn. 

The yarn is quite soft. This is not surprising since Rambouillet, sometimes known as French Merino, was bred in France as a cross between Spanish Merino and other breeds. For many years the Spanish monarchy protected and isolated the Merino sheep breed. Anyone taking a Merino sheep out of the country risked execution. Sometime in the middle of the eighteenth century, a few were exported to other European countries, including France. In 1840, Rambouillet sheep were brought to the US and subsequently bred to meet the needs of US sheep producers. The breed does well on the somewhat arid grasslands in the American west. I find it fascinating to learn a little more about the history of yarns. 

I hope this week finds you soft warm yarn in your hands and/or something else to savor.  Too soon these October days will be over. 

Ravelry Links

Autumn Socks

Blue Cardigan

It's a Wrap

Hello Gentle Readers. The cooler days of autumn have arrived. As I compose on Tuesday, the sky is blue and the wind is gusting. Leaves will let go and fall today. One of the things I love about this season is the sound of dry leaves ticking along the sidewalks and streets as I walk. That gentle sound is a peaceful backdrop to autumn. For a few minutes, I let go of the noise in my head and focus on that sound. During the week I'm less likely to be interrupted by leaf blowers and mowers. On the weekend all bets are off but it's also nice to greet and wave to neighbors. Perhaps this is the glue that holds us together. 

Wednesday, as this posts, I'll link with Kat and the Unravelers. I had no unraveling this week but I do have a lovely finish. Monday evening I wove in the ends on this wrap. I thoroughly enjoyed this project from start to finish. This yarn from Corriedale fiber has plenty of character including a few areas of thick and thin yarn and one skein with three knots. As I wound that skein into a ball, I remembered the knots. This was the first skein spun with trial and error as I adjusted the twist. There was a good amount of yarn so this wrap is generous. Handspun has more life, maybe bounce, than commercially spun yarns. If you don't mind imperfections, it has a lovely hand. I used lace and texture patterns from two other shawls and as well as one from the Up Down All Around Stitch Dictionary. The book includes charts and written instructions for knitting stitches both flat and in the round.  

     
Looking for a light read late one night, I picked up The Madwoman Upstairs by Catherine Lowell. This 2016 novel is a literary romp through the work of three Brontë sisters as viewed through the eyes of a quirky funny young woman named Samantha. Samantha and her deceased father are distantly related to the Brontë family. The story begins as Samantha arrives at Oxford University after her father's death. A mystery of sorts begins as she attempts to sort out her inheritance from her eccentric father. This novel is pure fluff but the many discussions and references to the novels of the Brontë sisters are clever. If there are nights when you can't sleep and you are a Brontë fan you might enjoy it. 

Last week on an eighty degree day I went to the library. It had rained that morning. While I drove, the sky changed from sunshine and blue sky to gray clouds racing across the sky, and then back to fluffy white clouds that hung in the sky. Several large rose bushes bloomed profusely outside the library door. As I walked by I saw bees in blossoms dotted with drops of rain. I decided not to complain but enjoy the beauty of the day. Soon it will be winter and the bright color will be gone from the landscape. It was the attitude adjustment I needed at the moment. Here is to enjoying the last roses of summer. 

Ravelry Link

Handspun Wrap

Mid October - Still Here

Hello Gentle Readers. Another week gone by and we are all still here. Somedays I feel like that is an accomplishment. Earlier this morning rain fell. Moisture clinging to the leaves shimmers in sunlight. Monarchs are the story here. According to the local paper, there are more than usual. Currently they are out in the zinnias and marigolds. Even though we have had some sweater weather, they are still migrating and/or resting here. Once again, today's high is forecast for eighty degrees. Each time the temperature bounces back up, I wonder if this will be the last for the year. I did see a junco on the deck railing, a little harbinger of deeper fall and winter. Nature and life are full of paradox. 

This week I continued to work on the same two knitting projects but I'm making progress and enjoying the process. I finished the first sock of this pair and cast on the second. I didn't take a photo of the wrap although I am knitting the last section of a simple lace pattern and hope to finish within the next week. The changing stitch patterns keep the project interesting.

I recently finished two books. The Artist and the Feast by Lucy Steeds. The novel takes place during the summer of 1920 in rural Provence. Three main characters, an eccentric cruel old man artist, a young male journalist who hopes to write about the artist for a magazine after washing out of an art academy, and the young woman who runs the artist's household narrate the story. This book would pair well with A Month in the Country by J.L. Carr, another book set in the same year.  Both speak to the power of art to change lives. This debut novel isn't perfectly written but I thoroughly enjoyed it. If Ms. Steeds continues to publish, I look forward to reading more of her work. 

I also read Misbehaving at the Crossroads by Honorée Fanonne Jeffers. Ms. Jeffers wrote an eloquent memoir about the crossroads in her life. Although her tone is sometimes conversational, she speaks to hard and loving truths. Her strong writing shines a light on the lives of Black women as well as her own. Along the way, she connects the dots between policy and legal structures with the many ramifications for human beings. Her research is well documented and meticulous. The structure that includes essay, poetry, letters, and journal entries from the end of her mother's life is creative and thoughtful. This memoir an excellent read.

Now that the trees have dried, I'm going out for a walk. I hope wherever you are, you find some small paradox that makes you smile in a good way.  We are still here.  

Photo by my daughter, Kate

Ravelry Link

Autumn Socks

Hello October

Hello Gentle Readers. Monday rain fell a good part of the day and the temperature dropped. Today feels like autumn. I pulled out a flannel shirt and a pair of wool socks. Whoo - hoo! 

This week, we had a wonderful few days visiting with our daughter Kate and granddaughter Norah. They flew in on Saturday. Sunday, we took advantage of the warm sunny day. At Norah's request, we played a round of miniature golf. Later in the afternoon we blew bubbles and drew a hopscotch grid. Kate and Norah found twenty two ways to hopscotch down the sidewalk. I tallied each successful play. Monday was an inside day baking cookies, playing Uno, and having lunch with my sister. We also found time to read her favorite picture books. 

Late on Tuesday, the house is quiet but the construction paper, markers, glue stick, and scissors are still at the end the table. There are jigsaw puzzle boxes under the coffee table and cookies on the counter. Norah spent exactly five minutes playing a video game late on Sunday. In the same spirit, I have fewer photos but many memories. 

On Wednesday, I'll link this post with Kat and the Unravelers. The last few weeks I knit on two projects, enjoying them both. The wrap from handspun Corriedale fiber is growing. Now the trick is to make the most of the remaining yarn. You might remember I started a sweater with this yarn. Some of that yarn looks worn. It didn't rip and reclaim well. If I really need it for length, I have it. I look forward to using this wrap while reading and knitting this winter. It's light but quite warm. 

Today I began the contrasting toe of this (first) sock. Last week I decided to try the Shadow Wrap Short Row Heel as explained by the Earthtones Girl. Her tutorials are very well done. However toggling between her video and listening to an engaging audiobook was not a good idea for me. I knit the heel three times to get it right. Good grief! Honestly, it isn't that hard. However the third heel looks nice. I think the traditional heel flap/gusset is a better fit for my narrow heel. I also wonder how the stockinette stitch heel will wear. 

I listened to the audio version of When We Had Wings by Ariel Lawhon, Kristina McMorris, and Susan Meissner. This historical fiction is the story of three World War II nurses who were stationed in the Philippines. Early in the war, the Japanese military drove out the American forces. Nurses, civilians, and some military personnel became prisoners of war in Japanese camps. Three different nurses tell the story of their friendship and survival forged under horrible conditions. Man's inhumanity to man is hard to fathom. The element of romance in each of their lives was my least favorite part of the book but overall the novel was a compelling story. Perhaps in part because my Mom trained as a nurse from 1944- 1947 in the U.S. Cadet Nursing program. Had the war not ended when it did, she would have likely worked in a military hospital. There is another earlier work of nonfiction, We Band of Angels: The Untold Story of American Nurses Trapped on Bataan by the Japanese by Elizabeth Norman that I may read if the library has a copy. 

Here in southeast Nebraska, cool autumn weather has finally arrived. If you are in the northern hemisphere, may it come your way soon. 

What are you working on this week?

Stitching Summer's End

Hello Gentle Readers. Our weather continues to be warm. Cooler mornings make for lovely walking. A few monarchs still flit across my path. A yellow swallowtail sipped nectar from a bright magenta zinnia. Squirrels binge on the acorns. I wish they would stick to acorns and stay out of my flower and herb pots. I know, that is a forlorn hope. This morning I noticed a healthy ash tree with a beautiful streak of burnished brown/copper color. The blackberry lilies show part of the black clusters that give them their name. 

I will link this post with Kat and other Unravelers writing about making and reading this week. Lest you think I abandoned the Stitch Journal project, here is my latest stitching.  In August, I used two prompts from K3N Cloth Tales 2024 stitch journal project. The first was to choose a print fabric, use it to guide stitching and then display the "backstory." I often think the back of embroidery is an interesting as the front. Other pieces in my project have more interesting backstories but I decided to honor the spirit of the prompt as it turned out. So here is Backstory - because everyone has one. 

My second August page was a piece of crazy quilting. I used quilter's cotton fabrics as that is what I have on hand. I learned a couple new embroidery stitches and also that I prefer some space between stitching. 

I recently heard Nicole Nehrig, the author of With Her Own Hands: Women Weaving Their Stories interviewed on The Long Thread Podcast. She said some believe crazy quilt patchwork of the Victorian era was a way for some women to creating their own designs and assert more independent ways of thinking. My library doesn't yet own a copy of the book so I haven't read it but hope to soon.

The first September page is a fabric envelope of my own design. For years, I have kept a set of four very pretty napkins that belonged to my Grandmother. I deemed them to pretty to use at the dinner table. At this point in my life, I decided to use one of them to make an envelope. 

Then of course the envelope needed something in it. I used some fabric that came from my Mom and cut out the shape of a Friendship star to stitch onto another lavender piece of fabric. Originally, I thought I'd put in the pieced Friendship Star my Mom gave me on my 50th birthday but I couldn't bring myself to fold that star several times in order for it to fit in the envelope. 

The second September page is adapted from prompts by Kathryn of k3n Cloth Tales. During the ninth month, I stitched nine little squares and then couched a circle of red yarn. I like to think that during my birthday month, I am encircled by family and friends. My brother John whose death occurred in September is part of that circle. I thought of him as I stitched.  

If you have stuck with me through all of this stitching chatter, thank you. I hope you enjoy your making as we slide into October and more seasonal autumn weather. 

 

Welcome Fall

Hello Gentle Readers, Wasn't Labor Day weekend just a few days ago? And now, this past Monday marked the Fall Equinox in the northern hemisphere. A few butterflies drink nectar from the zinnias and coreopsis. The bees buzz in the oregano and lavender. Friday I weeded and thinned the small pollinator garden. 

The perennials along the west side of the backyard are overgrown and full of weeds. An August storm with high winds brought the neighbor's old fence down in places, including the section bordering the perennial bed. Until last Saturday, that section was barely supported by our shed and sweet pea trellis so weeding there was unsafe. The neighbor has removed the fencing so I no longer have that excuse. 

Eventually, I will link this post with Kat and the Unravelers. Yesterday I hosted a group of friends for our monthly gathering and today I am putting together and delivering a meal for a friend recovering from surgery. In between I write this post. I finished the skinny shawl/scarf knit in the mini-skein set. Likely this will be a gift for someone. Knitting the sock yarn on size three needles was very pleasant. Of course, one could do the same color-blocking and simple eyelets at the color change of miscellaneous fingering weight yarns in the hitchhiker pattern. I'm pretty sure Bonny has done that with at least one of her beautiful hitchhikers. 

I cast on a pair of autumn colored socks.  Although the heel turn is my favorite part of sock knitting, the beginning of a cuff isn't far behind in my affection. I thought it would be fun to join Denise DeSantis, known as Earthtones Girl, in her Falling Leaves Sock KAL. I have benefited from her free tutorials and thought this an easy way to support her. 

I've previously mentioned The Lost Spells by Robert Macfarlane and illustrated beautifully by Jackie Morris. This is a lovely collection of lyrical poems and illustrations about the natural world. When the news in the world is so hard, a dose of magical poetry and visual art is a good thing. Revisiting it seems appropriate for this time of the year. 

This week I'm reading The Bookbinder by Pip Williams, another novel by the same author I mentioned last week. For me, this book is an average historical novel. While it's not a sequel to the first, some of the same characters make a cameo appearance. The story does raise interesting questions about women's suffrage and the right of women to an education and knowledge, specifically who is able to own, borrow, and read books.

At any rate, it's now time for me to cook our dinner. I hope you are enjoying these first few days of fall.  

Ravelry Links

Wild Atlantic Shawl

Autumn Socks

Mid September

Hello Gentle Readers. The past week I enjoyed walking on summer-like mornings and literally watching the flowers bloom. The bright yellows and oranges of marigolds, pink and yellow zinnias, red roses, dark purple lavender, chartreuse sweet potato vines, variegated coleus lift the spirits. Sunday I went out to cut a few zinnias and black-eyed susans for a mason jar bouquet. A swallowtail on the zinnias paid no attention to me. Neither did the small brown furry caterpillars trundling across the sidewalk on Monday. The natural world does its best in spite of human beings. 

Today I link with Kat and the Unravelers. Monday I finished the pillow in the photo. I can't remember if I ever included it in a post. Last summer I embroidered the center design on a piece of tea-dyed fabric. The embroidery pattern, a line drawing on a piece of paper, was something my Mom once purchased. If it came with instructions or a designers' name/company, the information is long gone. She was not a knitter but she very much enjoyed embroidery and cross-stitch. This summer I added borders and quilted it as a pillow top. 

I used a piece of an old sheet to make a pillow form and then made an envelope back so that the pillow form could be removed and both pieces laundered. Do I need another throw pillow? No, but I enjoyed making it and thinking of my Mom. 

As for knitting, I continue to work on these two pieces. I finished the second lace section of the wrap, knit a second garter and mock garter rib section and now am knitting the same texture as the first section. Perhaps it's the nubbly handspun but this is so much fun to knit. I have another lace stitch in mind for the next section. 

Changing colors keeps this scarf/shawl project moving while the rhythm of the garter stitch makes for peaceful knitting. I added a remnant of gray sock yarn in order to make it a decent size. After I complete the second green section, I have one more mini-skein to knit.  

Both Kat and Bonny recommend the Bruno mystery series. I borrowed the audio of the first book in the series, Bruno, Chief of Police by Martin Walker. Hearing French pronunciation of words was lovely. Bruno is a gentle kind enforcer of law and champion of his village. He views teaching tennis lessons to children as crime prevention. Even if it's a  tongue-in-cheek remark it says something about his character. My library only owns one more of the series in audio. I audiobooks are expensive for libraries but I don't understand why the system purchased the first and the eleventh book. 

Several nights when I had trouble falling asleep I reread The Dictionary of Lost Words. This historical fiction imagines a bright young woman who worked with the men compiling the Oxford English Dictionary. At an early age, Esme falls in love with and begins to collect words used by ordinary women. Often these words are not deemed worthy for inclusion in the OED. World War One and the Women's Suffrage movement are also part of the story. Although the main character has her ups and downs, the novel with its strong female characters is a comfort read for me.

This is more than enough words from me. What brings you comfort these days?

Ravelry Links

Handspun Wrap

Wild Atlantic Shawl

Early September

Hello Gentle Readers. Here it is early afternoon as I sit down to post. This morning was made for a walk. Later this afternoon the temperature will climb so I went out mid morning. Several monarchs flitted through the air and a few have discovered my late blooming zinnias. The flowers in the pots on the front porch love the cooler days and bloom profusely. All of this seems like September's consolation for decreasing daylight. 

I am linking with Kat and the Unravelers as in better late than never. This little soft pink scarf is finished and blocked. It is a nice pattern, if a little frilly, for a single skein of yarn. One could easy weigh the yarn to determine when to begin decreasing. I added a few repeats because I had plenty of yarn. 

The Cash Mitts with modifications are finished. I forgot to change to smaller needles for the top cuff but liked the look of the finished mitts so knit the thumb ribbing in the same way. I knit a few less rows of ribbing at the top of the mitten to make sure I had enough yarn. This time I won yarn chicken. 

Since finishing these two items, I returned to knitting in the blues. I wanted to knit something with a good amount of handspun Corriedale. Awhile back, I tried to knit a sweater but ran into trouble with the gauge in uneven handspun. A wrap doesn't have to fit so I chose some stitch patterns with compatible stitch repeats. This will be a sampler of sorts and is fun to knit. However, it is a project for that late afternoon stretch before dinner or early in the evening. So far so good. 

When I need something requiring less attention, I knit on the scarf/shawl I'm making from a mini-skein set. 

It's a happy accident that this latest scarf matched the cover of Love Forms by Claire Adams. This heartbreaking novel is beautiful. Adams skillfully weaves the past and present together and I enjoyed learning more about Trinidad. Throughout the story, the main character, a middle-aged woman, is looking back through her life. At sixteen, she is part of a loving but overbearing family. When she becomes pregnant, she carries the baby to term and gives it up for adoption. Although her parents were motivated by love, the response to her pregnancy and adoption comes with repercussions that echo throughout her life and those around her. Love is indeed complicated and takes many forms. This novel would make for an interesting book group discussion. Although I don't closely follow booklists from awards, this novel is on the longlist for this year's Booker Prize. I thought it was an excellent work of fiction. 

One last thought. Shadow and shade are as beautiful as light. Sometimes they are a shelter. And I do love lavender. 

Ravelry Links

Soft Pink Scarf

Cash Mitts

Handspun Wrap

Wild Atlantic Shawl

TGIF 9.5.25

Hello Gentle Readers. This past week our son Aaron visited us. We had a wonderful time together. Fortunately for us, he is able to combine paid time off with working remotely. He loves to cook and so we made several dinners together, including my birthday dinner of baked salmon, cucumber salad, fresh watermelon, and sweet corn. 

Today I am thinking about intentions for September. I done this since February when I wanted to move from constantly reacting to the noise of the world. This practice helps me feel less like a ping pong ball being blown every which way by the latest news release. I learned about this from Mary. It might not be for everyone but I like the flexibility and refocus for each month. 

 Anyway this September, I intend to: Savor the warm September days and early seasonal changes, Flow back to writing time and Recover all my stamina. In another way, I'm hoping to recover basement storage space - wish me luck.  Finally, I intend to Hope because there are glimmers hidden under the rocks.  

I am grateful for the friendship I share with my children. Both are in their forties and doing well in life. Our adult friendships with them are rich with joy, humor, respect, and love. We don't see either of them as often as we'd like but we make the most of our in-person visits. Both Kate and Aaron are great about keeping in touch with technology. FaceTime with the grands is such a gift. Kate and I text daily. Aaron often calls either my husband or I when he is on his commute home from the office. 

I am inspired by the Fall colors and flavors. I love the fresh fruit and veggies of summer I'm ready for the seasonal change in our menu. Last night I made minestrone soup. I used the usual veggies, chickpeas, and garden zucchini from a friend as well as basil, and oregano from our yard. I also toasted buttered crusty hard rolls topped them with shredded gouda cheese.  It was a nice change. And what would Fall be without wool socks?

As for fun, I'm thinking about my grandson Jonah's comment on my birthday. Aaron and Lance were sitting across from me during my birthday dinner. They look so much alike, I took their photo and then Aaron took one of me. We sent them to our daughter. Jonah, aged 10, saw the photo and said, "She looks really gooooood for her age."  At seventy four years old, I'll take that compliment! Celebrating a birthday is always fun. 

I wish you all a good weekend and maybe a little leaf litter.