Almost 20 years ago, I picked up my knitting for the first time in years. It was a very stressful time for us, for the company my husband worked for, and soon after, for our entire family.
I think the year was 1994, and we were renting a large house that we hoped to buy. At about that time, the company my husband worked for suffered a huge financial loss,and their stock went public. Our whole life was changing in ways that couldn't be dealt with in human terms. I prayed a lot and found some yarn and a pair of knitting needles in my craft supplies. I knit the entire skein, ripped it all out and started all over again.
Boy I'm glad I picked up the knitting that day. It helped with stress, and has been a constant companion ever since.
Today, I got some news that really troubled me. I also got some troubling news earlier in the week. It resulted in my picking some dyed wool yarn and a pattern for a simple cardigan. My new project is going to be called the "Calm Down Cardigan". Like a cup of herbal tea, knitting calms my nerves.
These two sleeve-starts are supposed to be a kind of swatch. I've heard that Elizabeth Zimmermann used to do the same thing; start a sleeve instead of swatching. It looks pretty good and should be fine for a quick knit. The dye was called "Brass" I think, and its pretty soft and squishy. The cuffs are knit on size 9s, then the stockinette stitch is done with size 11s. I wish I had slicker needles, but I only have plastic and aluminum. Oh well, at least its started.
I did finish the little blue hat and gave it to a dear friend this week. I do hope it fits! She's a tiny lady!
|Little blue hat - finished!|
|Little blue hat upside down!|
I was looking at a lovely French blog recently, with lots and lots of flowers. One of the posts was about how this blogger had started thistle from seed several months before and was anxious to see the flowers at the top of the prickly spikes. Thistles??? We have thistles all over our lawn. We cut them down with the lawn mower. We dig them up and hope they don't come back. Wow, only the French can make you appreciate a thing like thistles!
While carding the Grand Canyon of fleeces, I've been listening to an audio book by a new-to-me author, Simon Brett, called The Body on the Beach. I'm almost done with it. The book that is. Not the fleece. I may be a while, so go on without me!