Lines and Squares

Things made! For being snowed in for a week, I only made a few things (I did, however, do a lot of reading). First up, I made another Edie tee. I liked the one I made in December, but I struggled to get gauge with the fingering weight yarn the pattern called for. For this one, I used Ewe Ewe Yarns' Ewe So Sporty and I'm very pleased with how it turned out. While I was pregnant with my middle, I discovered the delights of wearing short sleeves with cardigans all winter, and it's a habit I haven't made an effort to break. Even with the short sleeves, I plan for this to get winter wear.

Next, Graphic! This was a fun one, and I did enjoy writing up a design after not doing so for awhile. The colors and the way the color pooling shifted between stripes and stained glass patches made my Lisa Frank loving/gel pen collecting 90s child heart very happy. This was a collaboration with a local dyer, so it's available through her site.

One of my snow day projects was a blanket repair. I've done a couple of repairs recently - a few months ago I needlefelted a holey hiking sweater, and this time it was a well loved crocheted blanket. Repairs always provide an interesting challenge, since the damage is untidy and unpredictable and the repair has to address every loose end (literally and figuratively). This piece had a pretty big hole, but I was ultimately at peace with the patch, both visually and in terms of stability.

I finally finished the body of the Brise cardigan I started last month. I did choose to make it three inches longer than the pattern called for, but even without that it would have been a lot of tiny stitches. I think next I'll do a sleeve, and keep the collar for in between sleeves. Maybe I can finish it next month - in time for the weather to warm up!

Comments

Reading and Writing

#attunedpracticetuesdays: where we share the rituals and routines that are aligned with our sense of peace and wellbeing A couple of months ago, while working on a commission project , I started a new practice. I was listening to audio books while working since the project required my eyes but not my full attention, and since it was fairly labor intensive, I took the weekends off (not something I would normally do). Lacking something to do with my hands, the first Saturday I decided to put my speedy reading to good use and read a novel in one sitting (my preferred method, anyway). Then I read another novel the next Saturday. And now it has becomes a weekly thing. The only rule is that it has to be fiction - I read enough non fiction that a novel a week isn't going to hurt anything (and it wouldn't anyway, reading is reading). Helping out with Paper Heart Books and attending a bring-your-own-book-club meeting last week helped restock my dwindling supply. I like to get hard cop

Festivals and Fairs

October is the Month of Fun Outings. The weather is generally pleasant, many things are less crowded than they are in summer because school has started back, and there are also an array of local events. We try to make the most of it, since I got used to not getting sick while we stayed in for a couple years so now we ride out the germiest months at home. But before that, we frolic. We'll miss our favorite fall festival due to scheduling conflict, but there will be a small one at my eldest's dance studio, and we're all going to the state fair this year. There are street fairs and at some point soon we'll go and each choose a pumpkin to stack on the front step five deep, and my littlest will name each family member while pointing at their pumpkin every time we go in or out the door. I've started leaving windows open at night, and sometimes it's been cool enough to have them open during the day, too. My desk candle has expanded to three candles on a cheese board b

3.3 - Forage

I recently looked up the rest of the Mary Oliver poem that ends in "tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" because that was the only part I had ever heard, and it turns out the rest of The Summer Day is about going for a walk and lying about in the grass. That's what she planned to do with her one wild and precious life. I feel like it gets misapplied a lot. As the weather grows cooler, I've been thinking about foraging, as a concept. I am a terrible gardener. Even as a child I loathed getting up early and tramping through the dewy grass to the dusty garden to water and pull weeds. As an adult, I stumbled onto the one plant that likes the climate of my front windows but claim no personal credit for their flourishing. If we ever move I may have to leave them here, to ensure their survival. There's also a pot of mint by my front step that survives on rain water or when one of the kids points out that it's a bit crunchy. Plants

Search This Blog