Late March

Hello Gentle Readers. Whoosh! There goes March in a whirl of wind. Literally. Many days in the month were blustery. Today the sky is hazy blue and the air quality is poor. That could mean dust and pollen and/or smoke drifting in from wildfires. Last Saturday the temperatures hit a record high of 95 degrees. That day, we attended the anniversary celebration of good friends which meant searching the closet for summer clothing. The next day the wind came up and the morning temperature was 35 degrees. The temperature is again on the upswing toward 84 degrees this afternoon.

Today I link with Kat and the Unravelers. By knitting a few rows most days, I'm making progress on the baby blanket in the top photo. I'm not wild about knitting with acrylic yarn. Next time I'm knitting baby or child knits, I'll look for an alternative. Often I use Swish DK, a superwash merino from KnitPicks, but I'd have needed multiple skeins for a blanket. I thought joining and weaving in ends of a solid color would mar the garter stitch done on the bias. 

Because garter stitch is always a good idea for me, I cast on a lightweight spring shawl.  Last night as I drifted off to sleep, I thought of another way to incorporate the contrasting mini skeins. Next time I pick up this project I plan to rip out the three stripes. Previously, I have knit at least three versions of this little shawl and wear them often. 

I cast on some scrappy socks for a carry-around project. I'm following a sock recipe for helical knitting created by Denise DeSantis, the Earthtones Girl. She offers a video tutorial on her Youtube channel and in her book, No Fear Sock Knitting. On recent warm days, I wore shortie socks while walking and could use another pair. 

I finished Norah's mittens and they were well received. Immediately on opening the mailing envelope, she put the new mittens into her backpack. In my note, I told her I taped the envelope very securely so the mittens weren't tempted into another adventure. 

Between the wind, changing weather, and state of the world, I have had trouble falling asleep. One of those nights, I picked up Still Life by Louise Penny. I listened to this series so I thought I'd read one in print. I also knew the good guys were going to solve the crime. It was fun to revisit Penny's introduction of the characters and the village of Three Pines. As I read, I noticed wisps of future storylines. I think she began this series with the intent to write four novels, each one representing a season of the year. Her success story is heartening. 

Thank you all for your kind words and good wishes for my husband's cataract surgery. All went well and his eye is healing nicely. The second surgery is coming up in another week or so. Thank goodness for modern medicine. 

Monday was perhaps the coolest day of the next two weeks so I made raspberry jelly. Last summer, I cooked raspberries down, extracted enough juice for one batch, and tucked it in the freezer for a winter day project. This year it became a nice March afternoon project.

Have a good week friends. 

Ravelry Links

Baby Blanket

Spring Nirmilintu

Scrappy Helical Socks

Stitching the Days

Hello Gentle Readers. I am composing this on a very cold Monday. Yesterday snow with strong winds made for a quiet day indoors. A large flock of house finches and juncos swarmed the bird feeders all afternoon. Next Friday, the forecast is for a high temperature of 85 crazy degrees. Several days last week, strong winds encouraged wild fires in rural areas of Southeast Nebraska. March blusters on in all of its iterations.  

Last week, I completed my Stitch Journal. This project began in January 2025 when I was intrigued by the 2024 stitch journal project created by Kathryn on her YouTube channel. Some pieces were inspired by her prompts and other times I went my own way. The small size was perfect for playing with fabric and embroidery thread on hand. I knew I could discard anything I didn't like but I never did that. Uneven stitches, patches, and wonky proportions added to the charm. I created for fun.  

Sometimes I began with an idea I wanted to convey with cloth and thread while other times the words came to me during and after the stitching. I don't know that I'll make another stitch journal but working on this one was a delight. Journey, journal, and diary all come from the same Latin root word, diana. The pieces record seasonal changes, joyful family visits, as well as a longer-than-I-expected recovery from pelvic floor repair surgery in May. As I look back through the pages, I see the journey of this past year. At any rate here are the last three pages. This February I stitched the "heart of the matter."  

The remaining two pages were completed in March. The first "nourished a (handspun) thread of hope and the second the promise of Spring.

Thinking of Spring, I copied the flower from my Mom's mug and added the sun and green landscape. I learned the Basque stitch to create the sun's rays. That stitch was "fiddly." I doubt I'll use it much but it's good to try something new now and then. 

Coincidentally this week, I finished reading With Her Own Hands: Women Weaving Their Stories by Nicole Nehrig. In this nonfiction work, Nehrig set out to learn more about the importance of textile work in the lives of women. I have read nonfiction regarding the history of quilting, knitting, and spinning but the inclusion of weaving and embroidery was new territory for me. Did you know that some mathematical principles may have originated in weaving designs? I appreciated the way Nehrig included needlework from around the world and art created by women from marginalized and indigenous cultures. I'm still thinking about a project created by a woman to painstakingly unpick the threads of a Confederate Flag, comparing it to the difficult work of overcoming racism in this country. Nehrig's work is well researched and her discussion nuanced. If this sort of history interests you, I recommend this book. 

At some point on Wednesday, I'll link this post to Kat and the Unravelers. My husband is having the first cataract surgery on the 17th and then we have a follow-up appointment early on Wednesday. This is a routine surgery expected to go well but I may be scarce around blog-land this week as I am the designated driver and errand-runner. 

Mitten Adventures

Hello Gentle Readers. Monday, the high temperature was in the mid-seventies. Early this morning a light wet snow fell. Right now the sun is out and the temperature is just warm enough to melt snow from the tree branches. Still, signs of spring are everywhere. Under light snow cover, the yards begin to turn green. Red maples show the fringe-y looking growth that comes before the leaves open. Crocus bloom in the neighborhood and the daffodil spears grow taller.  

Today I link with Kat and the Unravelers with a tale about a lost and found mitten. Early last week, Norah lost one of her "Pop Top" mittens. She emptied her back pack and looked for it in her at-home cubby of mittens, hats, sandals, swim goggles, and other necessary items. She looked in the yard and on the school playground. Jonah suggested she check the school "lost and found." She didn't know about "lost and found" so my daughter notified his teacher he'd be picked up at a different door so he could search the lost and found table in the gym. The mitten was no where to be found and she was sad. 

Saturday over Face Time, she asked if I could knit another mitten - "not for her writing (right) hand." According to Norah, it didn't even have to be the same color but maybe a little longer as her hand has grown since last November (3/4 inch to be exact). Well of course I could knit another mitten but thought a pair would be even better. Sunday I knit the first mitten. This pair has cream colored cuffs because I don't have enough leftover pink to make two full mittens.

Monday night they called again, all smiles, as Jonah found the lost mitten on top of a snowbank on their walking route to school. Misshapen and dirty but without any tears, it survived three days in the snow and a weekend of rain. Norah and Jonah are certain that, a la the picture book The Mitten, a little mouse or bird sheltered in the mitten during the rain. The pair has since been washed and according to my daughter came out looking reasonably well. In the meantime I'm finishing up the slightly longer pair and will send them off tomorrow. I wish all of life's problems had such an easy solution. 

This week I read Blue Light Hours by Bruna Dantas Lobato. I loved this quiet story of a loving mother daughter relationship that unfolds mostly over Skype. The mother in Brazil expresses concern for her daughter, an international student in Vermont while the daughter worries for her mother because she lives alone. The novel chronicles a gentle but heartbreaking and humorous view of the immigrant experience. The writing is lyrical but sparse in a way where every word counts. I know mother/daughter relationships can be difficult but I enjoyed reading about these two women growing into a rich adult friendship. 

And so rather than a photo of snow, I leave you with one of Spring. I am off to make either a batch of cookies or scones to warm up the kitchen. I hope March is treating you well. 

 

Welcome March

Hello Gentle Readers. Around here, March came in like a lion cub. Sunday was a cold gray day but the temperatures are seasonable which I prefer. Sometime early Tuesday morning a sprinkle of rain fell. More rain is in the forecast later this week.

The best Spring news is that the sandhill cranes are flying. When I was out on the deck on Saturday morning their ancient music alerted me to the silvery gray ribbons in the sky. Back on the ground, a tiny yellow crocus blooms in a yard and the daffodils are up in the backyard. Spring is around the corner. In spite of terrible things happening around the world, the rhythms of the natural world comfort me.

Today I link with Kat and the rest of the Unravelers. On Sunday I put the last stitches in the Sophie Hood turned into a Shawl/Scarf. The photo is a Monday morning special in what has become my favorite at-home sweater this winter and sans makeup which I wear less and less. The fabric is lovely, soft, and warm. I took one last photo with the Valentine Quilt as a background because they went so well together. 

I cast on a simple corner-to-corner garter stitch baby blanket. My great niece and her husband are having a baby in August. This baby will make me a Great Great Aunt which is hard to imagine but here I am at seventy four. I decided to make something simple and washable from locally available yarn. The yarn has some soft gender neutral yellow and green speckles. This will be a nice project to pick up and put down in the next few months. 

I also wound up several skeins of yarn only to put them back in the stash. My knitting mojo as restless as the weather. This bunch of yarn might have the most promise. I'm looking for something with spring colors. 

This week I read Girls on the Line by Aimie K. Runyan. This historical novel was an average but easy read. The main character is a young woman born into the upper middle class in Philadelphia. Much to her parents' consternation, she becomes the commanding officer of a group of women telephone operators for the American Expeditionary Forces on the western front of France (WWI). I could have done with less romance and more detail about the work of these young women. The novel ends at the end of the war and the passage of women's suffrage. The ending was happy and predictable and that wasn't all bad this week. In the acknowledgements, Runyan detailed how these women were finally recognized as veterans in 1978. 

Did March enter your neighborhood as a lion or a lamb? 

Ravelry Links

Handspun Sophie

Baby Blanket

A brave flower and even some blades of green grass

February's End

Hello Gentle Readers. Last Thursday seven, yes seven, inches of snow fell on our neighborhood. This was the second measurable amount of snow this season, the last occurring over the Thanksgiving weekend. Since then the days have been cold but this week the temps promise to warm to sixty degrees. As the minutes of daylight increase, the light in February changes. This morning the sky is a silvery bright gray. Yesterday it leaned toward blue. 

Today I link with Kat and the Unravelers. My knitting is not exciting this week. I continue to work on the Sophie Shawl. I passed the apex of the scarf and am knitting down the width. Last night the repeats didn't take as long so that feels like progress. The shaping makes it the reverse of the return of daylight in the northern hemisphere. 

I finished these socks by knitting on them every time I sat down to knit. To me, this colorway named Kestrel, looked better in the skein than in the socks. I do enjoy knitting and wearing the Tenderfoot base by Polka Dot Sheep. No matter the colorway, warm feet are warm feet. Maybe I am weary of winter attire of sweat pants and wool socks.  

This week I worked on this little piece of patchwork. Off and on I enjoy piecing by hand. Last summer I put together some blue scraps and sewed some small squares together, Once the piece is square with eight darker patches marching diagonally down the center, it will be finished. It could be a pillow top or it might go back into a box with other bits of patchwork. 

This week I read The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros as it is the March selection for my local book group. What a tender beautiful story from the viewpoint of a young Latina girl growing up in Chicago. Although the book was first published in 1984, I received a copy of a second edition published in 2009. Cisneros' introduction to the second edition is as touching as the vignettes in the story. The structure of short vignettes about people, places, and events in the life of Esperanza suit the viewpoint of a young girl, living on Mango Street. Cisneros' writing is lyrical and some vignettes remind me of prose poetry. Her word choice is exquisite. She chose the right word at the right moment to convey the most meaning. Now I wonder how I missed this book, although my son was born in 1984, twenty months after his sister. I doubt I read much in those first few years of two little ones.  

I also read an older book of poetry, Radiance: Poems by Barbara Crooker published in 2005. I don't know when Crooker began publishing poetry but this little volume is packed with wonder, beautiful metaphor, and reflections on visual artists and their work. Crooker's poems come with hope and astute observations.  

Now the sun is breaking through the clouds and I can hear melting snow running off the roof. I leave you with a February sunset. Here's to changing light. Have a good week. 

 

Mid February

Hello Gentle Readers. This morning hazy sunshine greets me. The sun valiantly shines through light cloud cover. A string of sixty degree days makes walking and running errands pleasant. Some mornings the birds sing up a storm. Yesterday from our deck, the Merlin App picked up the song of house finch, chickadee, cardinal, sparrow, and a flicker. After the screech of a red-tailed hawk, the birds went silent. I wish the birds could sing up a storm that would bring moisture. Monday when the wind came up, the weather service issued wildfire warnings for rural areas.

Today I link with Kat and the Unravelers. Over the weekend, I sewed buttons on the blue cardigan. I am delighted with this sweater. It fits well and the buttonband (if I do say so myself) came out nicely. The yarn has a lovely hand and makes a warm, soft but not heavy fabric  Not that many of you would know, but when I looked at this photo I thought, "you look just like your mother." It's sort of uncanny how these things happen. 

This week I'm writing about the latest pieces for my stitch journal. Once I had a wonky quilt block given to me a long time ago by a dear friend. She was older and moving out of town but couldn't bear to throw away a box of quilting scraps given to her by a widower whose wife/quilter had died. This block was part of that box and one of the few pieces I haven't used over the years. 

Every time I tried to use the block in one of my projects, I took it out because it was so wonky but I never threw it away. Two years ago, I cut two triangles from it and made them into tree ornaments. Then, who knows why, I saved the leftovers. In January, I carefully snipped stitches holding the little pieces together and used them, along with other pieces to make the "January Blues."  

The second piece is inspired by stitching I saw on Instagram. This curved feather-stitch motif was used in different orientations. Honestly other than the pink and red suggest Valentine's Day colors, I had no theme in mind. I enjoy embroidering feather stitches (the pink) and thought this was interesting. I added a piece from a small bit of fabric that was eco-printed with leaves and some straight stitching. 

I read The Eights by Joanna Miller. This historical fiction is the story of friendship forged between four young women in their first year at Oxford University, 1920. They were among the first class of women admitted to the University with the goal of obtaining a degree. All of the regulations and expectations of  women, as well as events of the recent world war and women's suffrage movement in England are part of the story. The premise of this novel held promise but so much of it was very episodic. The story went from one event to another, over and over. Some episodes bordered on soap opera. The novel would have been richer with more complexity in and between the characters. If you want to read about the first young women at Oxford and a similar setting, I suggest The Bookbinder by Pip Williams.

Thank you for reading. Here's to enjoying the longer hours of daylight and return of warmer weather. I hope your projects are going well.   

Knitting Adventure

Hello Gentle Readers. Today the sky is a nearly cloudless blue while the breeze works itself into a gusty cool day. The juncos still frequent the feeders telling me that Spring has not yet arrived. Sunday when I walked I greeted neighbors washing cars in their driveways. Monday our high temperature was seventy degrees which is too warm for February but glorious for walking. The rest of this week will be more seasonable but still on the warm side. I know those in the north and northeast of the country are winter weary but here we could use a wet snowfall. 

Today I link with Kat and the Unravelers and feel grateful to be part of this group. Sunday I wet blocked my hopefully, finished sweater. Knitting can be an adventure. While waiting for the sweater to dry I went to work on the Sophie Hood. The pattern is a clever bit of knitting origami. Saturday night when I was almost finished shaping the hood, it looked like this. 

I pinned it together and tried it on. Thank goodness I did because the hood was not long enough from the top of my head down to the neck. Rats. This pattern has been knit successfully by many knitters. The error in row gauge is mine. As I worked on it, I couldn't quite wrap my head around the hood shaping. Once I finished, it made sense. In my defense, the pattern emphasized knitting the scarf end to a specific width before beginning the hood shaping and at that point I was spot on with the stitch count and width. More measurements in the schematic would have helped me adjust the pattern. An additional schematic of the hood laying flat would also have been helpful. 

Monday evening I ripped out the hood. It was work because I'm holding a strand of mohair/silk with the handspun. I like the fabric but the yarn won't stand up to a second time (or more) of ripping and re-knitting to get the correct size of hood. Maybe I just have a big head who knows? I'm now knitting a Sophie Shawl which is really a good sized scarf. The rate of increases and decreases will be slightly different than the Sophie Shawl pattern but I wasn't going to rip out the whole thing. As I like to say, I am getting my money's worth out of the yarn by knitting it more than once. 

In between, I pulled out another work in progress, a pair of socks. They were travel knitting during our Thanksgiving trip to Connecticut. I started the second sock on the flight home and since then they have languished in the project bag. I am on a mission to finish these projects before going on to something new. 

This week I listened to Murder at Gull's Nest by Jess Kid. This is the first book in a series of charming cozy mysteries and was a delightful escape from the world. The protagonist, Nora Breen, is a fifty year old former nun. I was attracted to the book by the idea of a woman reimagining her life at age fifty. About two-thirds of the way into the book, I figured out the culprit but that didn't curb my enjoyment. I enjoyed the setting, a small seaside village in Kent in 1954, as well as the quirky cast of characters. The narrator was excellent. I look forward to the next book in the series.

I also read a beautiful book of poetry, The Moons of August by Danusha Laméris. This book was a gift from my sister who knows how to choose poetry. This poet has known great sorrow and death but writes eloquently of life. Her poems are gorgeous and accessible. The physical presentation of the book is elegant. The cover is lovely while the beginning, end, and each section are marked by a line drawing of a crescent moon. 

I hope you are finding some peace and beauty in your week. If you need some inspiration, you might read about the group of Buddhist monks who walked from Texas to Washington D.C. to promote peace. I am not of their faith but find a great deal to admire in their message. Their gentle interactions with local law enforcement officers during their walk is inspiring. Yesterday they reached D.C. and celebrated their hope for peace with an interfaith service in the National Cathedral. Peace, Love, and Light my friends. 

Ravelry Links

Handspun Sophie

Connecticut Latte Socks

I love pink clouds at sunset.