Posts Tagged ‘stash’

But It Was On Sale

February 4, 2018

I haven’t bought any much yarn in the past six months or so, which I consider a feat of enormous willpower. The Hayfield Baby Blossom DK doesn’t really count because baby yarn isn’t a regular part of my stash, and I can’t not knit a gift for a future member of my extended family.

Besides, who’s counting? There are no knitting stash police. And the Wee Penny is progressing nicely, don’t you think?


Imagine my delight, when I arrived to teach Knitting 101 this morning at The Stitch House and discovered they were having a bit of a sale.

In the interest of supporting a local yarn store and boosting the local economy and because I’d donated several bags of stash yarn to a local library’s upcoming yarn sale, I felt almost compelled to buy a few skeins. Wouldn’t you?

Sock yarn is always a good buy because I know what I’ll make with it. This skein of Done Roving Yarn’s “Frolicking Feet” in the Peacock colorway caught my eye. I don’t think it’s self-striping, but the colors will suit my Michael quite nicely I think. Plus it’s made in my home state of Maine, so I was almost required to buy it!

Dove Roving Yarn skein of Frolicking Feet yarn

A sparkly skein in the clearance basket caught my eye. At less than $4.00, how could I resist?

I found some lovely Madeline Tosh Twist Light that I think will complement it nicely.

The question now is: what will I make with these two? Maybe a shawl or wrap of some kind? I welcome all pattern ideas – leave a suggestion in a comment. I’ll let you know what I decide…eventually!

Ghosts in the Attic

February 15, 2011

I come from a long line of strong and crafty women. Women who sewed clothes for themselves and others. Women who knit sweaters, mittens, socks (argyle socks in the movie theater), and scarves. Sometimes their creations were practical, especially before globalization when it was cheaper to sew back-to-school clothes than to buy them. But more often they were gifts, labors of love for cherished friends and family.

My three brothers and I have personalized Christmas stockings, knit by our mother more than 40 or even 50 years ago. My cousin’s couch is adorned with small pillows, needlepointed by her mother. A childhood “flashbulb” memory of mine is being sick one Christmas morning and lying on the couch to open a gift my from the same woman, my beloved aunt and godmother, Lulla.  A handmade and embroidered felt (or maybe boiled wool) hat — red with a whimsical design.  Just beautiful.

Earlier this week, these memories and more came flooding back when I pulled a cardboard box out of the attic crawlspace as I sought the uninsulated source of the ice dams that had formed on the roof. Inside were skeins of yarn, bags of needlepoint projects, knitting needles, and patterns.

cardboard box of yarn stash

I know these treasures are more than 22 years old because most had belonged to dear Lulla, who died in 1988. Seeing these unfinished projects brought her back in a tangible, visceral way. I could imagine her carrying the “Kabuki-inspired” needlepoint handbag that’s 80% completed.  The colors — oranges, pinks — were her colors.

partially finished needlepoint handbag

Notes on the Aran sweater pattern (in her distinctive handwriting that I haven’t seen in so long)  indicated that her friend Janice would have been the lucky recipient.

fromt section of Aran sweater & pattern

Stuffed into a plastic bag along with a small box of needlepoint yarn was a project that gave me a shiver. Lulla had started a sign, destined to be framed and hung in my mother Nancy’s kitchen, I’m sure.  These two remarkable women — insightful, gutsy, politically active, funny, loving, strong, and intelligent — also shared a disdain for housework.  “Dull women have immaculate homes” proclaims a sign in my mother’s apartment.  As the attic stash proves,  Lulla had been planning to reinforce the message.

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