The Bag, It is Full

I have a sort of rule. All yarn must fit in “The Bag.” This is practically speaking due to the fact that I have a one bedroom apartment and given free reign, every surface would be covered. Sometimes it is already. But also, I have a certain problem with having more yarn than I know what to do with. This excel loving, spreadsheet making, list lover makes lists of everthing. What to do when I get home, what is for dinner each night this week, how many monies are in the bank, how many miles are on my bike for the year (and cumulative, of course)… The list of lists goes on. And one of these lists is “yarn and what I will make with it.” This is a panic inducing list when it gets too long instead of “oh, look at all the things I have that I can make!” it becomes “Ugh, look at the huge list of things I have to make.” This is partly a perspective problem with me and partly just how I am. If the yarn fits in the bag, it is certainly a limited amount of yarn and therefore the list is more “oh fun!” rather than “God, that’s a long list.”

Here is The Bag. And Little-bag. It is an extra large LL. Bean tote bag, with “Knitting” emblazoned on the side. You know, in case I hit my head and can’t remember what this big bag of string is for. Little bag is the project bag with the current project.

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You’ll notice that The Bag is zipped shut. This is because it is so full that when you unzip it? It explodes. And this is with the contents of Little Bag removed… clearly The Bag needs a little diet. So the loom has been taken out and is eating yarn as we speak, and I’m all ready to work up a new cardigan, Acer, which will eat some handspun yarn. At least that’s the plan. And then onward and inward into the bag to eat a few more sweaters worth before it zips up again without grunting and swearing and squeezing and hopes that it is indeed a strong zipper.

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Here’s hoping.

Harrison Wheelworks is Back Up and Running!

After much procrastination, Harrison Wheelworks is back up and running. It is my little shop, where I sell yarn which I’ve spun myself from wool I’ve dyed myself. A fun little side project if you will. Here are some yarns that are up or in the queue to be added in the coming weeks, and I’ve been spinning again now that it is not quite so hot and I’m not quite so on vacation so there should be updates regularly! Stop by and check it out!

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Enjoy!

Lest you think I stopped knitting…

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Earlier this week I finished a wee little sweater for a wee little Irish lad. Or rather the wee American lad, son of our very awesome upstairs neighbors, one of whom is Irish. Little Sean was born in July, and so, to be sure I couldn’t possibly be on time, I didn’t start it until the end of July (in my defense we were camping and a white wool sweater did not seem like practical camping knitting).

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This sweater pleases me to no end. I’ve been walking around petting it and looking at it and thinking how cute and TINY it is, just like Sean Tiny (to distinguish him from his father, the adult, not tiny Sean). A little fisherman knit sweater with X’s and O’s. It is just Too. Cute.

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It is knit to the dimensions I found online for a 6-9 month old sweater, but has no written pattern, I just swatched and found a pattern that added up to the right amount of inches and forged ahead.

So welcome, Sean Tiny, may there be many happy warm wooly days in your future!

Another Awesome Weekend

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Last weekend it was finally cool fall weather. I took the train down and conned my brother into picking me up and driving me down to the beach. We piled the animals – the dog, who is a real live version of Doug from “Up” and the geriatric Bill, who has to come because he needs his twice daily insulin shots despite his protests, into the car and drove down to the beach. Scout, who moonlights as Scott sometimes (Scott is the more suave version of the drooling can’t-hide-his-excitement, ice-loving Scout) has too much energy. So he prompted on a long 6 mile walk to the lighthouse. He loved it. He went swimming. I don’t do water, so I stayed nice and dry.

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I love the beach at fall. The snails leave these tracks as they walk from one rock to the other. Slowly. Probably cursing the little kids who come by, pluck them off and throw them off into the water yelling “be free!!” “G. D. kids, took me all week to get up there!” is what they’re probably thinking in their tiny snail brains.

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After the walk we went home, made a delicious dinner, tried our best to sit outside by the fire pit (with a cold wind blowing, in the dark… we went inside after a requisite amount of time), and watched some “Curb Your Enthusiasm” until I fell asleep on the couch. Perfect day.

Bring on the Fall

Another rainy day. It has been a busy few weeks. It’s always a busy few weeks, isn’t it? Every season, I think, “Oh good, it’s (spring, summer, fall, winter, take your pick). Finally things will settle down.” And they never do. I suspect this fall will be no exception. But things are at least settling into a schedule. Somehow, during the 2 weeks we were out West, the light in New England changed. It hit the critical point for sunrise where it is not coming up just as I’m leaving on my bicycle for work. It used to be that the sun was up long before that, and it seemed like 5:50 was a perfectly reasonable time to be out of bed, and 6:20 was a perfectly reasonable time to get on one’s bicycle. Now, however, 5:50 looks much more like a time to stay in bed, and 6:20 is looking like a pretty good time to be still in bed too… This makes eating my breakfast a much grumpier activity and getting out the door harder. But still worth doing.
I am a big believer and lover of cycles. I love that things come around again, and seem familiar and there is always something to look forward to.* And the light coming from a lower angle, and being decidedly more orange is one of the signs that the trees are going to change soon and it’s going to be cool soon and, best of all, it is once again a reasonable time to be wearing WOOL!! And as such, here is some evidence of knitting, a baby sweater for our awesome brand new upstairs neighbor, Baby Sean 🙂 I’ve yet to meet him but I’m sure he’s awesome.

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Last weekend, my sister and I, of 800 cookie and 8 quarts of strawberries fame, did something amazing. We canned tomatoes, and for once, we didn’t overdo it. Mostly because we didn’t realize how much of the tomatoes would be gone after peeling and coring. Otherwise we would totally have overdone it. But it was a great time, even if it yielded only 3 quarts each plus the two we donated to my mother who kept walking around saying things like “oh how pretty those jars of tomatoes are! Oh how, I love tomatoes. I love home canned tomatoes. Boy, those look great.” But we are armed with a ridiculous amount of jars for the rest of the season and next year will be ordering 2 bushels of tomatoes.

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Aside from that, there was also knitting on the porch, wearing of sweatshirts and blankets, and a firepit of great success. It was a great labor day weekend, and no, onto the good stuff!

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*Except snow. After last winter, I would be thrilled if I never saw snow on my city streets again. Out in the boonies, fine, out where we go xc skiing, fine, but on my street, no thank you, please skip us this year.