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