Yet Again

August 16, 2019

A quick glimpse through my stash might lead you to conclude that I only knit with sock yarn. You’d be wrong but only somewhat.

Sock yarn is so easy to buy because I always know what I’ll make with it. As opposed to the two skeins of Tosh DK, one orange and one dark grey, that I bought several years ago in Maine. Or the lusciously soft merino-alpaca blend that I couldn’t resist but am paralyzed by choice when it comes to selecting a pattern, a dilemma that applies to just about all yarn in my stash.

Thank you for coming to my “Stash Psychology” TED talk.

The chevron pattern of Rita Taylor’s “Antigua” socks provided just the right amount of variety for the bright colors of Bumblebee Acres’ “Sansa” yarn.

close up of folded knit sock in orange, blue, green yarn

I made the leg longer than the pattern called for and included an Eye of Partridge heel, my favorite.

close up of folded knit sock in orange, blue, green yarn

They’re now wrapped in tissue paper and tucked away for a special December birthday.

two knit socks hanging to dry

Neither of my two current WIPs is a sock. How long do you suppose that’ll last?

WIP: Shawl and a Secret

August 14, 2019

With my latest socks blocking, I’ve got two WIPs, only one of which I can explain in detail at this point.

Several years ago, I swore never to knit mohair again — too fine and fuzzy for my fingers — but I was swept away by the Pretty Perfect Square on display during a visit to Churchmouse Yarns and Tea a couple months ago. I’m tweaking the pattern so I’ll have a rectangle wrap — eventually. All I’ve got now is 24in/62cm of lusciously soft stockinette stitch.

close up of knitting with fine grey yarn

Perhaps because this project is pretty mindless, I’ve started something a bit more fun. It’s also stockinette but in a much heavier and brighter yarn. It’s a stealth project, so you’ll have to stay tuned to see it in its final state.

close up of knitting with bright pink yarn

I think you’ll enjoy it.

Knitting Meditation

August 9, 2019

I’ve been meditating pretty regularly for the past six months, and I can honestly say, it’s been life altering. I’m quite confident that I’d be a much grumpier and less accepting person without this 10- or 15-minute daily practice.

Am I completely mellow all the time? Nope. Do I glide through each day radiating goodness and light? Ha!

But my ability to experience life’s ups and downs as they come to me — and as they spin around in my mind — with a bit more distance and curiosity and with less judgement or baggage, has definitely improved.

There are loads of meditation apps available, but I’ve landed on Headspace, which my brother Michael introduced to me. It’s completely accessible and easy to use. The voice of the founder, Andy Puddingstone (a fascinating man in his own right), is reassuring and encouraging.

“We can’t change every little thing that happens to us in life, but we can change the way that we experience it.”

Andy Puddingstone, Headspace

I’ve long thought that knitting is a kind of meditation: the repetitive movements, the counting of stitches, or quiet chanting of a stitch pattern — “knit into front and back, knit two, slip-knit-passover, knit one, knit two together, knit two, knit into front and back” (the chevron pattern of my current sock project).

If you’re concentrating on a pattern, the mind’s chitter-chatter of thoughts has to take a backseat — at least for while.

foot with knitted sock in orange, green, blue yarn

Of course, I’m not alone in this. There are scientific studies that show the mental and physical benefits of handcrafts. No less than Harvard’s Benson-Henry Institute for Mind Body Medicine has found that knitting, with its repetitive motions and focus, can elicit the body’s relaxation response, the opposite of the “fight or flight” response.

One of the things that I love about knitting is that it’s both a social and a solitary craft. You can knit while talking with friends even those who aren’t knitting. We knitters do have friends and family who don’t share our craft. Yet.

Much of my knitting over the past year has been essentially solitary. While I’m sitting with Mom for at least several hours each day, we’re not chatting much at all since her ability to speak or make sense of conversation has diminished.

My mind can easily slip into a state of worry about things large and small — will my client like my latest edits? why didn’t I handle that last conversation with [insert family member’s name here] better? will our democracy survive? what does that warning light in the car mean? I honestly wonder how I’d maintain my generally positive spirits if I didn’t have knitting.

I found out earlier this week, when I ran out of yarn shortly after arriving at Mom’s apartment. I’d forgotten to toss the other ball of sock yarn into my bag before I left home. As I worked my last few rounds, I recalled my meditation practice, breathed deeply, and settled in for the rest of the afternoon.

The Answer to Everything

July 31, 2019

Apparently the Hitchhiker scarf got its name from The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, a book that I may have read at some point but have no recollection of. And I certainly don’t recall that, in the book, the number 42 is “Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything.”

What’s the connection between an asymmetrical, triangular scarf and this book? You may be wondering, as I was — although only the slightest of wondering since I don’t think too much about the origin of pattern names.

Turns out that the 150g of fingering yarn that the designer, Martina Behm, used when designing the scarf created 42 “teeth” along the saw-tooth border.

I’m guessing she didn’t know that before she started, which only adds to my admiration of her creativity that, when she finished and counted the teeth, she thought, “Oh, 42 teeth. That’s the answer to the ultimate question of everything, so I’ll name this scarf after Douglas Adams’ 1995 book,” which was based on a 1978 BBC radio comedy series, but that’s a whole different story!.

The saw-tooth edge reminds me of the spikes on a dragon’s tail, and dragons remind me of Game of Thrones (something else I’ve never read or watched), and that makes this the perfect pattern for a skein of “Daenerys Targaryen” Shimmer Sock yarn from Bumblebee Acres’ Game of Thrones collection.

Before the GoT collection was discontinued, I bought another skein, this one in the “Sansa” colorway. Hannah said she thought it’d make a great pair of socks for her. I expect she’s right, so I’ve started a pair of Antigua socks in a nice chevron pattern.

close up of knit sock in blue, green, orange yarn in chevron pattern

Here and There

July 30, 2019

My routine for the past year or so has been pretty, well, routine. Early morning exercise, a few hours of business — my consulting practice and/or household business — then off to Mom’s for the afternoon, and home again. Weekends are similar — more Mom time and usually less work time.

But over the past week, a couple of day trips have shaken things up a bit. First, Michael texted from New Hampshire where he’s an overnight camp counselor to say he had a day off and, if I had the time, he’d love to see his Mama. How could I turn down an invitation like that?!

The drive from Mom’s was a relatively easy two hours, so I was able to meet Michael and his buddy for a late dinner during which they shared stories of their campers, fellow counselors, and the challenges and rewards of being a counselor.

After a solid 12 hours of sleep, Michael had enough energy the next morning for breakfast at a nearby diner. Then we spent a couple of hours at a park, where he used my laptop to work through some “paperwork” for his upcoming college semester in Spain.

“Better late than never” was his mantra as he realized that some of the materials were due a month ago. Learning how to craft difficult emails is an important life skill as far as I’m concerned.

My heart was full as we said good bye. He’ll be back in mid August for about 72 hours before he leaves for four months in Spain.

Saturday morning found me and Mom heading to Maine for a visit to her dear friends Joe and Betty. As Mom’s dementia has progressed, she remembers fewer people, especially if they’re not present, but these friends of 65 years are like extensions of herself. Even when she can’t follow the conversation, her comfort level in their home is pretty high and her attentiveness to Joe, who’s not mobile and has significant cognitive declines himself, is touching.

The next morning, while a caregiver spent a few hours with Joe, “the girls” drove to a nearby ocean park and spent a lovely hour or so on a bench, chatting, enjoying the sea breeze, and watching birds, boats, waves, and beach-goers.

A talented knitter herself, Betty expressed her boredom with the charity hats she’s been knitting. I think I may have to introduce her to the wonders of sock knitting.

Back home on Sunday evening, Kevin, Patrick, and I watched the Red Sox after dinner, filling each other in our weekend’s activities, news, and observations.

I’ve started a new sock. Some routines don’t change!

WIP: Hitchhiker

July 24, 2019

Having made two pairs of socks with the lovely Game of Thrones-inspired yarns from Bumblebee Acres Farms, I was a sucker for a couple more skeins before they discontinued sales. One here in Brienne of Tarth:

Although I don’t know the characters, I was pretty sure that the beautiful blues, cream, and slight silvery glitter of the Daenerys Targaryen colorway would be suitable for a very special soon-to-be-17 niece, who just happens to be a HUGE Game of Thrones fan.

I’m not sure how she feels about knitted socks, but I know she can rock a scarf — and not just in the winter. So I decided on the Hitchhiker. It starts with only two stitches and grows asymmetrically, with increases on one edge and a saw-tooth border on the other.

triangular knit scarf in blue white yarn hanging on grey shingle shed

The spikes remind me of a dragon’s tail. And I’m culturally aware enough to know that dragons feature prominently in Game of Thrones. And that Daenerys Targaryen is called, among other names, Mother of Dragons.

Never Gets Old

July 20, 2019

I generally find Facebook’s “memories” kind of creepy, in part because, well, Facebook is kind of creepy. But also because they remind me how poor my recall of time is.

Take yesterday, when I found myself thinking, “that was 9 years ago?!” when I saw this blast from the past:

lace knit shawl hanging in front of white window curtain

The magic of blocking was made real to me with my first, and so far only, lace shawl, Cleite in Misti Alpaca Hand Paint Lace in a midnight blue with hints of green.

I wrote on the blog about how I blocked the shawl, starting with the somewhat crumpled fabric that came off the needles, followed by its soak in the sink, and then careful pinning on Hannah’s bed. She was away being a counselor-in-training, I think.

If you’ve ever wondered what the big deal about blocking is — or if you’re just curious to see how this crumpled bit of wool (about 800m) was transformed with water, stretching (which is physics in action, as Kevin reminds me), and time — travel back to the “Magic of Blocking” post from July 2010.

In the meantime, I’ll be thinking about my next lace shawl.

Dyeing to Try This

July 18, 2019

My three and a half days at the Strung Along Retreat in beautiful Washington state seems like eons ago even though it was only last month. I’d best share some memories before they fade completely.

Imagine a gorgeous resort inn on an ocean bay, surrounded by hills and parkland and furnished with lovely rooms, each with a giant jacuzzi tub. Pretty nice, huh? Now imagine 45 Fearless Knitters from around the US and Canada, sharing delicious meals, plentiful beverages, encouragement, creative pursuits, and three days of learning and laughter. Glorious!

Dear friend Cathie took a short (if long delayed) flight from Vancouver, and we carpooled across the sound and around the Olympic peninsula.

We were all divided into three groups for the daytime activities, coming together for meals and evening festivities.

Each day was devoted to a single craft: cooking, dyeing, and knitting. Since my dyeing experience is limited to tie dye t-shirts at a Y day camp in central Maine, I was most excited about these sessions.

If you can make a cup of tea, you can dye wool.

Judith MacKenzie, Dyeing Wizard

Our instructor, Judith MacKenzie, is a renowned fiber artist who’s taught and studied for decades around the globe. Her manner is matter-of-fact and completely approachable. Upon my return, I described her to a friend as a Dyeing Wizard.

Before we got our hands wet, Judith explained how dye works — the actual chemistry and physics of dye molecules bonding with fiber. Hues, tones, and shades were explained. I think I’ve got notes somewhere.

Judith created her own line of dye powders, which work on any protein fiber. They’re considered among the best in the whole dyeing world — not just knitters, also among clothing and other textile artists.

You trespass against your own color palette at your own risk 

Judith MacKenzie

Everyone had a grand time dyeing different types of fiber in different combinations of dyes. The pots are former electric canning pots, which heat the liquids to a very low simmer — a high temperature being needed to get the molecules moving so they can push into the wool fibers.

Look at how different yarns change when put in the same dye bath.

One after-dinner activity was dyeing with indigo — which is kind of like magic. Look carefully at the bins that hold the indigo bath. The liquid is a green, not the blue that you expect. That’s because the indigo interacts with oxygen — the color appears after it comes in contact with the air. See the fabric that’s floated to the top of the bin — it’s starting to turn blue.

Most of us dyed a basic silk scarf. Here are a few drying on a tarp-covered rug. The black striped one was colored with Sharpie marker before dyeing. How clever!

Several adventuresome souls were game for Judith to give them an indigo streak in their hair. After all, hair is a protein and thus, dyeable.

Did you notice Pam’s exquisite stranded sweater? In addition to being a kind, humorous, and generous woman, she is a very talented knitter. I mean, seriously.

I brought home two skeins of yarn, each dyed in a Mason jar. The blue-green is as I’d imagined. The orangey-green skein is less differentiated and more “blended” than I’d anticipated.

I’m still pleased with them. The question now is what to make? All suggestions welcome!

Spruce Up the Neighborhood

June 27, 2019

The yarnbombed sign pole on our corner has been looking kind of ragged after two years exposed to the New England elements. As I cut it down, the underside was revealed, showing how much the colors had faded. Compare the bright orange and its outward-facing pale version near the top of this photo.

A few months ago, I began creating, collecting, assembling the pieces for a new “wrap.” Sometimes I used leftover bits from projects or just random yarns from my stash. Some I remembered fondly and others, like a small hank of bright colors, I had no recollection of buying. Maybe they were gifts or leftover bits from a knitting student?

Since the pole is across the street from a park where lots of dogs gather, the yarn along the base had received many “markings” over the past two years. I know this is a natural thing for dogs to do and don’t begrudge them the need to leave their mark. And I know that weathering of all kinds — weather, animals, winter road salt — is part of what happens to public art. But the ickiness factor of that bottom bit of the pole gave me the idea to try something different.

Who knew you could turn a plastic shopping bag into a knitting strip? And then knit with it? It even has a name: plarn. There are loads of how-to posts and videos available. Some are more fiddly than others and involve tying loops together. I used the “spiral” method, where you end up cutting the bag into one long strand.

Early yesterday morning, I pulled out a step stool, scissors, darning needle, four pieces knitted fabric, and started at the top. I’d selected a special piece for the top of the pole, the back of a sweater that Mom had started long ago and never finished. It’s got a lovely popcorn texture and the ribbing makes a lovely flag of sorts.

I love that there’s a piece of her just outside the house. Unbeknownst to her I also took and incorporated a lovely cabled rectangle in blue-green wool — maybe the start of a sleeve or scarf?

Stitching the entire length took more than an hour, in part because it’s a tall pole but also because I stopped to visit with neighbors as they walked to the field or to the subway or bus stop.

It just makes me happy. And I love knowing that it makes other people smile, too.

Lining for a Knit Baby Sweater?

June 20, 2019

Melissa, a regular reader of this little blog, has a question for fellow Fearless Knitters.

She’s just finished all the pieces for a blue cardigan sweater for her one-year old granddaughter. Because it’s the third sweater she’s knit for this precious human and because she’s an adventuresome knitter (among other qualities), she’d like to try something a bit different. 

I’m thinking of lining the baby cardigan. Does anyone have advice on what the best fabric is to use — a lovely fun printed cotton or a very light flannel? I understand how to cut and assemble the inside garment, but I wonder what tricks or problems I should to watch out for – for best results. Thank you in advance.

Please leave any tips or recommendations in the comments.

In other baby knit news, the recently-completed log cabin blanket seems to fit in just fine. I resisted the urge to tell his mother that she’s got it inside out — she’s the nursing mother of a two-month old and has infinitely more important priorities than decorating.

I haven’t forgotten that I promised to tell you about the Strung Along Retreat. In a word, fabulous. More soon. Really.

A Bit of a Reputation

June 17, 2019

At dinner last month, someone asked each of us to name three things (not people) we couldn’t live without — not literally, of course, but those things that ground our daily life.

Mine were getting outside every morning by myself, reading in bed each night, and knitting.

That last item comes as no surprise to any of my friends or family — or blog readers! This weekend provided several pieces of proof.

My friend Marcia, she of the exquisite afghan, returned from vacation in Ireland with a gift for me, this whimsical project bag from Vanessa Bee Designs.

Piece of evidence #2 arrived via text from Michael, who must have been in an antique shop this weekend.

“Know what this is?” he asked.

The shadows and dark colors made it a bit tricky to decipher, but sure enough, it’s an antique yarn winder.

Friend Judy spotted this car somewhere on Cape Cod and couldn’t resist sending me a photo. I’m not one for vanity plates or really any car decorations, but I admit to being slightly tempted by this license plate holder.

What are your top three “must haves”?

Friday Flight

June 7, 2019

I’m downright giddy as I get ready to board a flight to Seattle for a knitting retreat. Sister-friend Cathie (she of the knitting cruises — yes, it’s a thing) is coming down from Vancouver.

The Strung Along Retreat will include about 35 other knitters, gathered for three days of knitting, dyeing, and cooking — and, I can pretty much guarantee, loads of laughs. I’ll let you know.

Having finished the toe at Mom’s yesterday afternoon, I tossed both Patons socks into the sink last night.

This morning, I left them dangling in the kitchen where they’ll dry — and will likely hang — until my return.

The Little Things

June 5, 2019

The little things in life are so often the big things. I’ve been reminding myself of this over the past nine or ten months as I spend hours every day with Mom. It’s not rocket science nor is it a new insight. It’s just good to pause in the moment and realize.

Untangling a poorly wound ball of yarn, bit by bit, over an hour or so wasn’t even frustrating because I knew that the knots were preventing Mom from knitting. I just had to talk her off the edge after I snipped a long length, so she could continue as I untangled. It didn’t make sense to her, but she carried on.

For a few weeks, both Michael and Kevin are back home, a situation that presents loads of little moments of joy and the occasional boost of late-night anxiety. By this time next week, Michael will be off to his camp counselor job until late August. He’s juggling seeing friends before he leaves and spending time with family. Lucky for us, he’s a good juggler.

I’ve started the second Patons self-striping sock, using a variation of the Yarn Harlot’s basic top-down sock recipe: 3K, 1P over 64 stitches, 8 inch leg, Eye of Patridge heel flap.

Self-striping yarn always makes me feel clever. It looks so much more complex than it is. The Biscotte stripes are lovely, too. As usual, I love the subtle detail of an Eye of Partridge heel.

Of course, few people will see the “speckles” of a sock heel. I mean, it’s mostly hidden in one’s shoe and, even if one’s not wearing shoes, the heel is a good five feet or more away from the viewer.

But it’s the little things that matter.

WIP Wednesday: Patience

May 29, 2019

When I expressed concern about a recent too-short sock, several readers offered advice for remedying the situation. My decision not to act on any of those suggestions is not a reflection of my sincere appreciation for the tips; it’s more a result of my desire to just be finished with the socks.

FInished so I could cast on my next two pairs of socks! My plan this time is to avoid the too-short leg by — wait for it — knitting a longer leg. Radical, I know.

knit sock leg with blue, brown, cream stripes

This is a full 8 inches/20cm, a good inch or so longer than my usual legs. The downside for me is that it takes longer to get to the heel, which is my favorite part of sock knitting, but the upside is that the sock wearer will have a sock that actually fits properly. It’s not all about me, is it?!

Mom has started her next garter stitch scarf with a bright, cheery yarn.

This is Hedgehog Fibres sock yarn in HeyDey colorway. Although she doesn’t look it in this photo, Mom is delighted with the bright splashes of color.

Knitters, what’s on your needles this week?

The Thing About Babies

May 28, 2019

I’d figured out about a month ago that the log cabin blanket would be bigger than your usual baby blanket. OK, I figured it as soon as I started. The pattern is called Log Cabin Throw — no mention of “baby” at all.

But I really liked the color combination, and I’m a fan of the log cabin pattern, having made a couple of true baby blankets in a log cabin variation before (nine years ago?!).

One of the marvelous things about babies is that they grow. Baby Sawyer was born about two months ago, but I’ll get to meet him later this week. Someday he’ll be big enough to wrap this blanket around himself. Until then, his loving mama and papa can snuggle up with him.

Although it’s not my first choice, I used acrylic yarn for this blanket. I figure — and really hope — this gets many years of use and want to be sure it survives regular washings.

WIP Wednesday: Socks x 2

May 22, 2019

Not a pair of socks. Two first socks. You may ask why. I can only reply, why not?!

Before heading to Mom’s one recent day, I grabbed a ball of sock yarn from my stash and four appropriately-sized DPNs. This is Patons Kroy sock yarn, and I’m making one of my basic top-down socks — no cuff, just K3 P1 all around and then an Eye of Partridge heel flap.

On Mother’s Day afternoon, I found myself with an hour of down time in between time with Mom and meeting up with Michael. In a brilliant stroke of luck, I was very close to one of my favorite Boston yarn stores, Stitch House. Of course, I had to go in and look around. A skein of scrumptious Biscotte Yarns self-striping sock yarn called my name.

It seemed like a perfect fit for the 9″ circular needle that I’d bought a few months ago. When it comes to socks, I prefer double-pointed needles — definitely over the Magic Loop method, which I find too fiddly. But I’d heard several people sing the praises of a very small circular, so I decided to give it a try.

I’m not sure we’re a good fit. The stitches look great, but I found my fingers getting a little sore after about 10 rounds. Maybe I’m gripping too tightly?

Thanks to everyone who answered my call for help on the too-short Game of Thrones-inspired sock. I decided to just make peace with the two different lengths, a decision made easier because I’m not the one who’ll be wearing them! They’re blocked and tucked away for gift giving. [Lord Varys pattern in Bumblebee Acres “Missandei” colorway]

Help Needed for Too-Short Sock

May 9, 2019

So I’ve got a bit of a sock dilemma. I made the leg of the first Lord Varys sock too short. The most likely reason is that I was sick of checking the pattern chart each round and wanted to get to the heel — my favorite part of any sock.

Don’t misunderstand: I’m pleased with how it looks – nice twists that are still visible with the blue-brown color changes. Yarn is “Missandei” from Bumblebee Acres Farms’ Game of Thrones-inspired collection.


But it doesn’t go far enough up the leg. I’m not the one who’ll be wearing it, so my comfort level doesn’t matter here.

So I’ve made the leg of the second sock another inch or so longer. This one is progressing much faster since I’ve got the pattern memorized and don’t need to consult the chart.


I don’t want to end up with socks of two different lengths, so my question is, how do I remedy this without starting over with sock #1?

My proposed solution involves:

  • putting in a lifeline at the end of the cuff
  • separating the cuff from rest of the sock
  • picking up the cuff stitches and knitting an inch or so of leg

And then what? I know grafting will be involved, but I’ve never grafted live stitches together (aside from a sock toe).

How does one graft live stitches in the round together? I’m OK with not doing it in pattern – a row of knit stitches will hardly be noticed.

Any and all advice and tips would be MOST appreciated.

Time for Knitting

May 6, 2019

I admit to a not-so-gracious response when people tell me they don’t have time to knit. “Really?” I think to myself. “You don’t watch TV or sit in a vehicle or a waiting room or a chair at a friend’s or your own house?” What I usually say is something like, “Oh, I’m always surprised by how much I can knit by just a few minutes here or there.”

For instance, at the hair salon early on a Saturday morning where I managed to get in a few rounds on the Lord Varys sock while Lisa worked her usual magic.

Or while watching the Celtics with Mom, who’s been a fan for more than 60 years.

Or watching the Bruins with Patrick and chief cousin Hank on Saturday night. It’s slow going now that I’m working the border of the Log Cabin Throw, but the end is near. Let’s hope the same is not true for the B’s, who could advance to the Stanley Cup semi-finals with a win tonight.

Here in the Boston area, it feels as though we haven’t seen the sun in weeks. When it’s not raining, the sky is a cloudy white-grey, as you can see from Mom’s window, where the bird feeder is getting a lot of use.

Despite some drizzle, I managed to convince her of a Saturday afternoon outing to a free jazz concert. She wasn’t sure where we were headed, but she didn’t resist. Along with about 75 others, we sat in a lovely church hall and enjoyed performances by two jazz trios as part of a local arts festival.

Before and during the performances, we knitted. But of course, you knew that, right?

Sweet Tradition Belatedly

April 30, 2019

If I were an Orthodox Christian, this post would be just about on time, but I’m not. And it isn’t. But, as I ask myself regularly, “who’s keeping score?”

With no children at home and Patrick on a chocolate-free kick, it was only the day before Easter that I pulled out the basket, hollow plastic eggs, and the vintage cake mold for our traditional Easter dessert.

What do you think of when I say “lamb cake”? I wouldn’t be surprised if you envision a meat-eater’s version of a crab cake – a patty made of ground meat. But what kind of dessert would that be?!?!

Nearly 60 years ago, when my newlywed parents lived in an old Boston neighborhood, my mother bought a metal cake mold from an Italian bakery. For every Easter since — from their walk-up apartment and our home in central Maine to my brother’s and my Boston-area homes — a lamb cake has been part of our celebrations.

Despite my best efforts at careful driving on the way to Luke and Mary’s, gravity and centrifugal force got the better of the cake. Fortunately, I’d placed a napkin on the car floor to serve as a potential landing pad. #notmyfirstrodeo

As usual at L&M’s, the food was superb and accompanying conversation lively, varied, and humorous (many belly laughs and at least one snort by yours truly).

At one point, the giant condensed Oxford Dictionary was hauled out and consulted, with magnifying glass assistance, by Kevin and Uncle Mike. I can’t remember what word they were looking up. Check the comments because a regular reader may recall.

Despite a few cosmetic flaws, the cake was quite tasty.

And the sunset was glorious.

Oh Happy Day indeed. (Go ahead: click and listen)

WIP Wednesday: Log Cabin for Baby

April 17, 2019

Since it’s now too big to be a traveling project, the Log Cabin Throw hasn’t been getting much attention lately. Every day, I tuck my latest sock into my bag as I head to Mom’s home and spend at least a few hours knitting.

She’ll often knit her latest garter stitch scarf or will putter about the apartment or go through the mail. Like many things in her life these days, the mail is both a burden and a routine that brings consistency to her otherwise confusing world.

Although it’s nearly all fundraising appeals, she often reads each piece, not comprehending much of it, before either tearing it into small pieces for recycling or “responding” by placing the appeal letter into the reply envelope and tracing the stamp location with an orange marker.

I remind myself often these days that many of her actions are her way of exerting control over what she can control, even if the action doesn’t really make much sense to me.

The intended recipient of the Log Cabin Throw was born about 10 days ago. I have it from very good sources that he is absolutely lovely. Hannah, who held him in his second day of life, declared him “flawless.”

He’s got lots of growing to do, and the throw, modeled here in the cool spring sunshine, will get there eventually.

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