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.

Welcome February

Hello Gentle Readers. As I write these words, the day is very gray. I've seen photos of snowdrops blooming but that certainly isn't happening here. The only blooms I see are in the bouquets in the floral departments of grocery stores. With deep cold and little snow, the landscape rests in grays and browns. The cardinals and bluejays provide a spark of color. Sunday while walking, the brave sweet song of a house finch lifted my spirits. 

Today I am linking with Kat and the Unravelers to post about making and reading. I'm making progress on my projects. I finished the first sleeve of my sweater and am working on the second sleeve. In between, I finished this hat and will donate it. While I love the look of ribbing, my hands didn't love knitting it in heavy worsted/aran weight yarn. The yarn is a woolen spun wool with some alpaca so the hat is warm. I have another skein of this yarn but plan to knit a beanie with a ribbed brim and a stockinette body. 

Awhile back I finished spinning a small (123 yards) skein of two-ply fingering/sport weight yarn. This is the third skein from a batch of Rambouillet fiber in shades of pink. I'm currently spinning singles from another small nest of deeper pink fiber. I am spinning smaller skeins of more tonal colors instead of combining them into a larger skein.  

This week I read the historical fiction novel, These Days by Lucy Caldwell. I have read many books about the Blitz in London but none about the same events in Ireland, specifically Belfast. The story takes place over a short period of time in 1941 with two sisters as the main characters. Both are on the cusp of adulthood and trying to find their way. While the main characters are the most developed, Caldwell's secondary characters also play an important part in the novel. The descriptions of bombings with the random madness of destruction and loss of life are vividly but beautifully portrayed.  All the elements of this novel: writing, story, character development, setting are well done. 

I made an early Valentine treat. My daughter gave me a subscription to the magazine, "Bake from Scratch" as a birthday gift. The holiday issue featured an article on different kinds of cocoa including "black cocoa." As a treat, I ordered some to make this black cocoa cake with a vanilla glaze. It's like an oreo cookie only much better and worth the splurge on calories. In the glaze, I substituted oat milk for cream and added a tablespoon of melted butter for fat. I wish I could send you all  a piece. I also wished I'd centered it when I plopped it onto the plate. However, being a little off center didn't affect the flavor. 

Stay warm and safe my friends. 

Ravelry Links

Blue Cardigan  

Be Kind Hat