Yarn and books

I finished this book a few days ago.  I listened to the audio version which is read by Clara Parkes.  It was so fun to have her read to me as I drove here and there.  On the day I was driving out to Tolt Yarn and Wool, I listened to Clara read about her visit to Iceland.  I was on my way to buy some to buy some Lettlopi for the Sigla sweater.  And about that sweater.  I made a very good start in short time (and I am not a fast knitter).  Yesterday I tried it on before I put the sleeves on holders and the neckline was too small.  So I un-knitted and have restarted.  Just a short backward trek that will be worth it in the end.

Linking up with Ginny today.  Happy Wednesday!



 I have not joined in with Ruth’s weekly celebrations for too long.  But I started reading this lovely book and cannot stop recommending it to others.  Imagine if we celebrated listening more and telling less.  Last week no I sat down in the middle of my yarns and needles and tried to listen to my creative heart.  I have a shawl on my needles that has not been an easy ride.  I am determined to finish that shawl but I needed something else – a little interlude.  I pulled out another shawl that I knit last year.  I love the color and the texture of the yarn but I only wore the shawl a few times.  The shape was not right for me.  With little hesitation, I began to pull at the bind-off stitches.  I pulled and pulled.  It was almost an act of meditation, unwinding and rewinding that yarn.  What will it become?  I have a few ideas but I am going to let it simmer.  For now, I am celebrating that joy and energy that I have found in knitting. 


Fiber friday

This lovely fiber.  This beautiful sweater.  Just what I need to pull me through another Friday.  I have swatched and my gauge was spot on.  All that is left is the casting on, the perfect Friday night past time. I have decided to try a two color sweater.  The main color will be grey.  The accent design will be in the orange.  I have not been wildly successful knitting sweaters.  To be honest, the last sweater I completed was about 29 years ago and it was a toddler sweater.  So, let’s see how this goes.  Happy Friday.  Hope there is fiber in your day, or at least in your weekend.




When I was a girl, I usually ate cereal or toast for breakfast.  Pop Tarts and chocolate instant breakfast were a treat that arrived in my high school years.  On Sunday mornings, dad would make scrambled eggs.  The smell drifted under my door and I would climb deep under the bed-clothes.  I did not like eggs.

In college, I moved into an apartment and found that smelly things like eggs and canned tuna were very reasonably priced.  Suddenly they became staples in my diet.  But green things – no.  I just could not understand my friends who were choosing to become vegetarians.  When I would go home for family dinners, my mother shook her head as I pushed the peas and beans around on my plate without eating a bite.

If only mom could see me now.  My day begins with green – green juice, poached eggs on a bed of kale or broccoli, spinach, asparagus, edamame.  I love breakfast.

I have had wonderful breakfasts in cities from San Francisco to Edinburgh.  In Uganda we learned that the chickens are so poorly fed that the yolks do not turn yellow.  I settled for oatmeal and bananas.  I had a disappointing breakfast at a little, highly recommened cafe in New York city last summer.    But my favorite breakfast day is Sunday, when there is a bit more time before we leave the house.  I pull out my simple, white bowl and tops my greens with bacon, kimchee, and a perfectly poached egg.  And somehow, I don’t even notice the smell anymore.

Linking up today with Think Write Thursday.

another start (or restart)

IMG_0120I have taken time off running to allow an injury to heal.  It has been hard.  But I know it is best.

This weekend I started a 5k training plan, one that has me walking as much as running.  It is also hard.   But I am determined to stick with this and to be content with the process.  A mile is a mile and one mile will lead to two and then three.   But best of all, I am not having pain.  That is a good thing.

Sunday mornings

sermon journalI am going to be honest.  I am struggling with Sunday mornings.

We will be heading to church soon and I am in need of an attitude adjustment.  Things have not been rosy at church and I could easily stay away.  But I heard a speaker this summer who said that these are the times we most need to be with our church community.  So I am taking a cue from my daughter and will bring a journal along.  I am planning to write down the scripture and names of songs and to take notes during the sermon.  Perhaps I will find meaning.  Perhaps there will be something that makes me think.  Perhaps my heart will begin to soften.  I am going today with a blank page and an expectation that words will nudge my attitude in a new direction.  That is the power of words and writing.