Monday, August 23, 2010


Today isn't special or exciting, just another day that I woke to sun streaming in my bedroom window, the cat climbing over my head, and the dog scratching at my arm. I slipped on my flip-flops, used the bathroom, took the dog out for his morning constitutional, poured myself a cup of coffee, picked up my knitting and knit a few rows on the scarf I am knitting for my sister-in-law. I like to knit the pattern knit rows more than the purl wrong side rows. I keep wondering if she will like the color I have chosen for this scarf, I spent months searching for the right pattern, and as soon as I saw this one, I knew it was perfect.
I am using the yarn they suggested for this pattern, even the color. I think it will be perfect for her.
This is the beginning. I hope to finish it in a week, but I am still working on my brother's sweater and a baby blanket.

We are going to Port Norris for a few days to visit my daughter. I will be taking my camera in hopes of getting some good pictures. I am thinking of taking my Holga and shooting some black and white film with it.

The Chairs That No One Sits In
by Billy Collins

You see them on porches and on lawns
down by the lakeside,
usually arranged in pairs implying a couple

who might sit there and look out
at the water or the big shade trees.
The trouble is you never see anyone

sitting in these forlorn chairs
though at one time it must have seemed 
a good place to stop and do nothing for a while.

Sometimes there is a little table
between the chairs where no one 
is resting a glass or placing a book facedown.

It might be none of my business,
but it might be a good idea one day
for everyone who placed those vacant chairs

on a veranda or a dock to sit down in them
for the sake of remembering
whatever it was they thought deserved

to be viewed from two chairs 
side by side with a table in between.
The clouds are high and massive that day.

The woman looks up from her book.
The man takes a sip of his drink.
Then there is nothing but the sound of their looking,

the lapping of lake water, and a call of one bird
then another, cries of joy or warning—
it passes the time to wonder which.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Happy Birthday to my Wonderful Brother!

Today is my brother's birthday, I won't say how old he is, but he's older than me (I'm such a devil). I wanted to take this time to wish him a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY! 

Monday, August 9, 2010


I have some yummy yarns waiting in my stash. I have been searching for the right project to use them on, perhaps a sweater for myself, since I rarely make anything for myself. I bought 12 skeins of cashmere/silk at a show several years ago and have been holding it ever since, waiting for just the right project.
Yum, yum, I love the heavenly softness of this yarn, it deserves something very special. I did use a skein of it to make a sweater for a baby gift, but there is more!
 This is Jamieson's 100% Shetland wool. Isn't it beautiful?
And this is luscious Alpaca, but sadly I have only one skein of this.
 I purchased this recently just because I loved the color and softness. I have enough to make a sweater, I just have to find the right pattern.
I bought this a long time ago when I was going to make a vest from an Alice Starmore book. I started the vest and then put it down for a number of years, and now am not so thrilled with it. I will find something else to make with this scarce yarn.
 And last, is the Debbie Bliss Donegal Tweed. I only have four skeins, so it limits what I can use it for, but I will find something special.

These are just a few of the yummy skeins I have in my stash, but these are the ones on my mind at the moment. I have been planning for projects for the fall and winter, but first I have to finish the sweater I have been knitting for my brother.
 I am finishing up the back now.

 Off to work on a new design!

Saturday, August 7, 2010

A Black and White Day

Some days the light is soft and time is slow.  On these days I feel like taking my camera for a little black and white expedition. Sometimes I don't go much farther than my own yard, but I start to notice all the little things you hardly notice most of the time. I like to get in close and see how different things look when you forget about color. I find it is so interesting and a lot of fun. I take my memory card back to my computer and download images and start to see the little intimate things they reveal. 
 My cats wait patiently for me in the morning, ready for their morning meal and lots of petting.
I love their whiskers and soft furry noses.
 I have three cats, Thomas Henry, Johnan and Morgan.
 Paws, whiskers and noses are what I see today.
 Then there are all the things I see every day, but am so used to seeing that I don't really see them.
 The key to my china closet.
 The drawer pull, it's so lovely with it's swirls.
The keyhole on my desk, so very charming.
The hook on the sewing machine.
 The tea kettle whistle.
 The clothespins I use to hold bags shut in the kitchen.
 Silverware on a plate.
 A fork in the sink.
And outside I find a nail sticking up in a board.
 Unopened Rose of Sharon buds.
 A Rose of Sharon bloom.
My garden bird, he has lost most of his paint, but I think he is charming.
 I find a bolt by the water faucet.
 The inside of the flower.
 Inside again, I marvel at how worn the door knob has become.
 And I think teddy has a secret that he's not telling.

So now I'll take up my knitting and work on the sweater I am knitting for my brother, I hope to finish it in a few weeks.