excuse me

 

Excuse me, I only have a moment. The new strawberries are in at the farmer’s market

(I ate one right there & burst into tears)

and there’s knitting to be done.

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beginning … summer.

 

Officially it’s still Spring — but yesterday was June 1st, and the thermometer was over 90F in the shade, and that’s summer enough for me.

 

 

 

It’s also six months away from the end of the year.
Which means gift-giving.
In six months.

 

 

 

It seemed like plenty of time (aeons!) when I was planning all this, back in January.
Doesn’t seem so long now.
 Well, a journey of a thousand miles, and so on and so forth.

 

 

 

It might take a thousand miles to turn this into a Milkweed.
No fear. There are six months. 
We’ll get there.

 

 

 

In the meantime … summertime.

 

 

 

(This post is a day late because I have an infected tooth. Pity me.)

stress knitting (revisted)

 

So … I got a leetle carried away with this stress-knitting thing.

Just a bit.

Actually it got pretty bad.

 

 

And then it got silly.

Somewhere around the third meter, I lost it.

I draped i-cord over everything in sight. Couldn’t help myself.

I noticed my salad was almost  (but not quite!) as pretty as my knitting.

 

 

… a wandering rock-n-roller modeled for me

 

Yahhh!

… as did some very random sculptures.

(This cast iron yard ornament approves of your awesomeness!)

 

But we wanted more, the i-cord and I. We wanted away from all that fuss.

And at the end, it was just me and the i-cord.

Peaceful. Silent.

Like a Zen garden of stitches.

And I found something else, too.

Here’s my secret:

If you hold enough i-cord to your ear, you can hear the ocean.

 

shhhhhhhhhhhhh … don’t cry. it’ll all be all right.

Almost there.

Sleeves and stripes and steeks, buttonbands and blocking — even the hood is sewn in place.

Victory is so close now, I can taste it.

stress knitting

“When Anne discovered she’d actually made a mistake in her idiot’s delight, she furiously crushed all the knitting in her bag …”

— Ruth Doan MacDougall

yarn – remnants of MadelineTosh “vintage”  
needles – Susan Bates double pointed size 3
pattern – i-cord on four stitches