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Thursday Sweater Report

Beginningofsleeve
Sadly, there isn't much to report, other than I haven't shown more than a swatch before now. The yarn is a little inconsistent in grist, but I like the way it slides through my fingers, almost like silk. Switching from my usual method of English (aka as throwing) to Continental (aka picking) has not only made ribbing easier, it has evened out the stitches. Once the ribbing is finished I'll switch back to English. I have knit in both fashions for extended periods, but find throwing preferable. Switching mid-project isn't a good idea as my gauge changes, although it should be fine for the ribbing.

Because I taught myself to knit I did little more than grab onto the yarn with my whole hand. Lack of technique caused cramping and other repetitive motion issues. The fluid way a LYS owner knit (this is in the 1980s) attracted me, as did her constant encouragement to try Continental knitting.

However, after changing methods I still fought gauge issues. When I saw the way another teacher knit I  switched to English. I liked the way her hands moved and thought it would also help my gauge. Years later, I'm still fighting repetitive motion issues, but I've settled into throwing my yarn and using my dual handed talent when needed. Stretching, strengthening, and limiting time with the needles is the best way to knit.


Knit Read Along

My Small Business Saturday was spent at the LBS because, it seemed silly to add to the stash, as I am such a slow knitter.  Don't get me wrong. I love yarn and I'll continue to buy yarn, but I really wanted a book or two of poetry. When I read about Mary Oliver's new book on NPR, I knew it was poetry that would touch my soul. Mary is one of the few poets whose books permanently reside on my poetry shelf. Her love of nature and her gentle words read like little prayers.

Wakeearly

Quill continues to grow at a slow pace, but since I decided to be loyal for a few days, good progress has been made.  Markers are a must when knitting an old shale pattern, or feather and fan. I'm on row 8 of 52, rows that grow longer. The rhythm of the pattern is now in my mind and it's easier to keep the beat.

Poetry is not on everyone's reading list and I'd like to know if you, dear reader, enjoy poetry, and if you have a favorite poet. Is poetry a part of literature you skip over and ignore.  Poetry flows in and out of my life, it's not something I read daily (usually). I am looking for easy to read, easy to absorb poetry. Have you a favorite?

Knitting and Reading with Small Things, a gentle poetically written blog by Ginny.

Friday at the Lake

It all started here...

Lonstarareia

Smith mentioned lunch at Lone Star Taqueria followed by a mountain adventure. We knew Silver Lake would be covered with snow, but since the valley snow had melted so quickly, curiosity drove us to see how the mountains were faring.

Silverlakestart

After satisfying our hunger we took to the mountain road and wound our way up. The slopes of both ski resorts, Brighton and Solitude, were speckled with skiers, but it was easy to see the snow was not at its best. Usually, when we visit Silver Lake in winter, we walk over several feet of snow just to catch a glimpse of the lake from afar. This year we only had to negotiate a couple of feet at the entrance before we were on the trail.  Other sightseer's were walking all the way around the lake, so we decided to give it a go.

Silverviewoffrozenlake

At the bridge we could see the layer of ice had once been thick enough to hold a person, but it certainly was no longer. The ice was melting into the dark water and in the warming weather it would continue to do so.

Menoreflection

Following the snowy trail, packed down by the feet of many hikers, we came to a favorite spot where the water usually reflects the mountain, but there was no reflection, and the skies to the south were gray.

Coldatthelake

The silence around the lake was broken only by the crunch of slushy snow beneath our feet and the chatter of one lone squirrel, as he sounded his distaste at being disturbed. When we stopped to view the lake, silence reigned.

Fromthetopblue

At the top of the trail we looked down into the frozen lake and saw the blue sky was starting to win the battle against the gray clouds. The lake will very likely remain frozen, even during a week of warming weather, and it will be spring before we have the chance to walk the trail again.

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!!


A Full Weekend

Millicentwithnoreflection
The weekend was long and luxurious (as yours likely was too)
Sorry this is a short report, but I was a bit busy enjoying my weekend.
You'll never guess what we did (picture is a clue)
Do you know? (you get one guess)
The weekend was full of walking,
great reads (see my side bar),
good eating (mostly Paleo style, if I had to give it a name-it is GF after all),
bird watching (nothing out of the ordinary spotted).
and even a little knitting (there is slight progress to report).

Weekending
with Amanda


Quiet Sunday

Frozensilverlake

Every year we have been
witness to it: how the
world descends

into a rich mash, in order that
it may resume.
And therefore
who would cry out

to the petals on the ground
to stay,
knowing as we must,
how the vivacity of what was is married

to the vitality of what will be?
I don't say
it's easy,
what else will do

if the love one claims to have for the world
be true?
So let us go on, cheerfully enough,
this and every crisping day,

though the sun be swinging east,
and the ponds be cold and black,
and the sweets of the year be doomed.

Lines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness by Mary Oliver

Joining in with Kym for Sunday's are for Poetry


Progress!

Quill is a big blob of chocolate, as I just picked up all 380+ stitches around the outside edges.  You may remember, before the Knitter's Retreat, I started this shawl with provisional cast on using the cord of a circular needle instead of waste yarn. I was pleased with it then, but now I'm over the moon about it. Using the cord meant knitting stitches off a needle, instead of picking out the waste yarn and fussing to get a bunch of tiny live stitches on a needle. 

Chocolateprogress

I'm far from finished, with 50 rows of lace ahead and the edging after that. The process is slow, but I'm very happy about the journey. (Maybe I should change to a longer needle.) The yarn is Kim's (The Woolen Rabbit) Lark fingering (discontinued) and it's a lovely blend of alpaca/silk called Godiva. 

Enjoy your Thanksgiving weekend! I'll be here, posting everyday (why do I do this?).