• creative capers

    Yarn Along

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    Things were going so well with my washcloth exploration…I loved how the ribbing was turning out…until it quite literally turned into a big ball of knots. (I had to cut the needles out, I swear!) I can’t figure out for the life of me where I went wrong…thus ends my foray into pattern designing. ~weak grin~ I went back to Grandma’s tried and true. Sometimes there’s no need to re-invent the wheel. And this buttery, sunny yellow! I know pulling it out of the drawer will make me smile.

    I always seem to read Cloudy Jewel once a year, and it always seems to happen as Fall returns. It’s probably all the delicious descriptions of fall scenery and foods in this one.  This one is a bit out of the pattern for GLH as it’s not about a young woman, but an older one, an aunt, chosen by her nephew and niece to be guardian as they go through their college years- not that they particularly need one, but they recognize the need for a mother/soft-place-to-land. (Their mother had died very early in their lives.) It particularly struck me reading this time that Aunt Jewel had some pretty good ideas about mothering teens.

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  • Books,  creative capers

    Yarn Along

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    I’ve been working on a washcloth design of my own invention the last few days, as the type I knitted two and three years ago are starting to reach the end of their working life. I want a bit more of a scrubby-type texture so we can use steel wool scrubbies less. I’ll let you know how it goes. If you love Jan Karon’s Mitford series, you’ll love Aidan’s Song. It is like Father Tim’s diary- if he were an Orthodox priest instead of an Anglican one- but it’s a true story! (ANNND, Fr. Aidan is married to a Cynthia, too. I’m just sayin’.) It is so delightful! My friend Elizabeth sent it to me. I laughed and cried and laughed again and had “big thoughts” as Pooh likes to say. Truly lovely!

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  • creative capers,  the home arts,  the kitchen arts

    Yarn Along…

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    My washcloth stores had gotten rather low, so I’ve been knitting up some replacements. As my husband says, the knitted ones just work better. The machined washcloths are making their way into the rag bucket as the knitted ones come off my needles. It’s interesting- the knitted ones are far more durable and do not seem to wear out so quickly or get as stained. The pattern I am using is an old, old one. Our grandmas probably used the same one. After many fellow Yarn Along friends recommended that I might like Elizabeth Goudge, I finally found her at the library. I made the mistake of starting the first story while in the doctors’ office yesterday with one of my children- the time I had to read was much too short! That’s the first time I’ve bemoaned that we didn’t have to wait very long. Ha!

    Washcloth Pattern

    Cast on four stitches.

    On the next row, knit two stitches, yarn over, knit to the end of row.

    Continue each row until forty-four stitches are on the needle.

    In the next row, knit one, knit 2 together, yarn over, knit 2 together, knit to the end of row.

    Continue until four stitches are left on the needle, cast off.

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  • creative capers

    Yarn Along

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    It’s been a slow knitting and reading week. There hasn’t been much time. I’ve put in a few rows on each while waiting for something. I should sit down and figure the decrease again, because the gray one is decreasing oddly. I think I may have missed a stitch. I have barely scratched the surface of Wild in the Hollow, but I know it will be good. I’ve been reading Amber’s blog since its birth, and I trust her in the journey she is getting ready to take me on. I’ve been looking forward to the book’s release for a long, long time.

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    Yarn Along

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    I am trying to finish my pillow cover…I was just about to begin the decrease when, distracted in the car, I dropped a bunch of stitches. Even with a lifeline in, I couldn’t figure out how to fix it, and thus had to frog it all the way back and begin again. I am determined!

    I read All the Light We Cannot See on our travels through hills and curves and long long roads, next to the river, the wind whispering in the trees…there is no wonder why it won the Pulitzer. It will shatter you, knit you back together. I have no words but tears. Absolutely five stars.

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