Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Happy Holidays!!!!!!!!! The snow came yesterday. It has made some treacherous roads but it was so beautiful. It made it seem like Christmas. I have been knitting, knitting, knitting, knitting, and knitting some more. Almost everyone is getting handmade gifts by me others are receiving gifts made by others, but I am taking my handmade pledge seriously. I did even before the pledge. I urge everyone I know to do the same. Support your local artists. I tell ya I live in the middle of no where and there are plenty of options, even here. My nieces' are keeping my life exciting. I have one having a baby, Then I have another one having a baby, and now I have one moving to Norway so her Husband can receive his PHD. What a fantastic opportunity and honor that is. But all I can really think about is Norwegian knitting.
Call me crazy (most already do) I read all these blogs and they are about family, family life, mine is knitting and the psy-cosies that I suffer. I love my boy's, they are everything to me, but hey, so is my knitting. The giver of all escapes from reality. The mother of all imagination, freedom and if no one See's it it can still be the master piece that it never was. All mine, all consuming, totally gratifying, and what more could you ask for. I dreamt about Angelina fiber last night. Everyones' hair became glitzy, the very air sparkled. It was magical. Now I think I am certifiably in-sane. Who needs drugs when you can have fiber. Sometimes all I want is to look at it. Dream of the roving it could be, the yarn, the nothing. I just could lay it all out and roll in it. . The thought of it is sometimes better than doing anything with it. Thank God no one reads this. I would be so embarrassed.
Call me crazy (most already do) I read all these blogs and they are about family, family life, mine is knitting and the psy-cosies that I suffer. I love my boy's, they are everything to me, but hey, so is my knitting. The giver of all escapes from reality. The mother of all imagination, freedom and if no one See's it it can still be the master piece that it never was. All mine, all consuming, totally gratifying, and what more could you ask for. I dreamt about Angelina fiber last night. Everyones' hair became glitzy, the very air sparkled. It was magical. Now I think I am certifiably in-sane. Who needs drugs when you can have fiber. Sometimes all I want is to look at it. Dream of the roving it could be, the yarn, the nothing. I just could lay it all out and roll in it. . The thought of it is sometimes better than doing anything with it. Thank God no one reads this. I would be so embarrassed.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Well I think that fall is on the way. And believe it or not I am happy about that. It somehow brings on a feeling of nesting for me and that induces that knitting fever. I am knitting my first sweater. I have tried before but life threw me a curve ball and I totally lost where I was. So I have decided to make the pattern "Salt Peanuts" by Veronik Avery out of the Spring 2004 issue of interweave knits. I think that it is a classic style and it seems to be the perfect first sweater. Mine is in a cream cascade 220 yarn. It is knitting up nice and well that was the yarn that I had enough of to make a sweater so it's cream and I will live with it. I am about a 1/4 of the way up the back and my time line is to be able to where it by the 21 of september. That seems a reasonable amount of time to accomplish this. If I don't put a time line on myself it will never get done.
I have joined a womens group out here in the mountains of paradise. We have only met once and will meet again on this saturday. I am happy to make conections with some strong women but I think maybe we have to find that strength with each other. To be silent in your heart and listen inbetween the sounds is true listening. I read that from Carlos Castenada's book a "seperate reality". Haven't read that since I was kid but ran across that blurb not to long ago. I will like this group and am excited to see where it goes. Maybe I can get them knitting.
Well the clouds are swallowing the mountains . A fine mist desending upon us like magic. I sometimes wonder if people realize they are in this mountain range when they drive through in the winter. You can go day's withoput seeing them and the one day the clouds lift and it's a new world. Amazing. I hope that winter doesn't drag on too long and swallow me. Nesting is one thing, disappearing is another. I think some people never come back. They lose their minds in the snow and can't get them back. It is truely an unforgiving enviroment out here. Not many paople make it. I see all these fancy homes that are lived in for a week or two each summer then abandon in the cold. Giant wooden dinasours on the landscape. I am ready for this. Autumn, deep colors, rich food, warm wine, tons of wool. (wine after knitting, I learned the hard way)
I have joined a womens group out here in the mountains of paradise. We have only met once and will meet again on this saturday. I am happy to make conections with some strong women but I think maybe we have to find that strength with each other. To be silent in your heart and listen inbetween the sounds is true listening. I read that from Carlos Castenada's book a "seperate reality". Haven't read that since I was kid but ran across that blurb not to long ago. I will like this group and am excited to see where it goes. Maybe I can get them knitting.
Well the clouds are swallowing the mountains . A fine mist desending upon us like magic. I sometimes wonder if people realize they are in this mountain range when they drive through in the winter. You can go day's withoput seeing them and the one day the clouds lift and it's a new world. Amazing. I hope that winter doesn't drag on too long and swallow me. Nesting is one thing, disappearing is another. I think some people never come back. They lose their minds in the snow and can't get them back. It is truely an unforgiving enviroment out here. Not many paople make it. I see all these fancy homes that are lived in for a week or two each summer then abandon in the cold. Giant wooden dinasours on the landscape. I am ready for this. Autumn, deep colors, rich food, warm wine, tons of wool. (wine after knitting, I learned the hard way)
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