Odds and Ends (and Beginnings)

January was a bit of a rough month for getting things done/made, between a brain fog that required vitamin D and daily sitting in the sun to clear up, followed by all of us getting COVID (get boosted, ya'll, it helps!), and then my partner having back surgery and requiring lots of aftercare. Making pretty things is soothing to me, but also requires the ability (and the time) to concentrate. So I made this little macramé bracelet from a Bella Vita kit that I had stashed...

... and a pair of commission gloves (same pattern I was using last month, but she chose a lovely green for the liners that this photo really is not doing justice to).

I also did a Sulina shawl for Kandy as a shop sample - no finished photo because she requested that I return it without binding off. Since it was a crescent with a significant number of stitches by the end, I didn't argue. It wasn't necessarily anything I would make or use for myself, but the pattern was engaging and the Woolfolk Luft yarn was very nice to work with.

I pulled out the Pi'ksii sweater that I started in October - that's pulled out as in unraveled, because upon reflection the pink mohair needed to be held triple rather than double and I knew I wasn't going to be satisfied with it the way it was. I'm much more pleased with it now, and I've finished the body. I think it'll be a great light pullover, once I'm finished with it.

And lastly, also unfinished, a Sockhead hat with a lovely single skein that I wanted to be able to use most of and wear often. This has mostly been waiting room knitting so far, but it's also going more quickly than I thought it might. Hopefully I'm setting myself up for lots of finished objects in February!

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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

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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

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