New Year's Eve approaches. What better fiber to bring in 2012 than this?
Nope, that's not snow -
ArtYarns - beads. Unspeakably beautiful ... but no snow. We're still waiting for the white stuff -
Green grass in late December. The Arctic Circle is sounding better and better to me. Did you finish all of your Christmas projects? I didn't. Luckily, the friends who have to wait are patiently understanding!
And this -
And more to come!!! (it's hopeless!)
Christmas came, without the snow that we longed for. It brought our loved ones together - safe, close for those moments, real. This is what the holiday is about - nothing matters as much as this connection - cousins embracing, sisters laughing together, the Matriarch smiling from her rocking chair. And because we are a family that adores dogs, it was dogs that shared our special day.
Clementine and Pippa warmed our laps and made us laugh. It was hard, this one. They say that the first holiday without one's loved one is always a challenge. We missed our father. We had each other, good food, memories. We are blessed, and we know it.
My beautiful niece Hadley - wearing her new mitts! (alpaca)
Onward to the new year!
I can't hear Christmas, or feel it. So I assigned myself to listening.
When you stop talking to listen for something in particular, you will hear curious, wondrous, sounds.
Overheard: "Mario wears girl's glasses, wears his pants belted under his belly. He is balding, Italian, but doesn't look it. (hesitation) I think he may be a little gay."
"She's living out her mental illness diagnosed, but untreated."
"You may not have noticed this, but you are not exactly the center of love and kindness."
And today's favorite -
"Where the hell is the snow? It's freaking December, for Godsake. Did you read my horoscope? I'm in for astrological stormy weather."
Christmas, where are you?
Did you come in on silent feet with this pretty bouquet?
Were you signaling to me from the monkey ornament aisle? (these little guys jumped in my basket and came home)
Have I been walking past your subtle light without noticing?
I think that I felt your spirit today when I began my last minute Christmas knitting.
'When you really look for me, you will see me instantly - you will find me in the tiniest house of time'
-Kabir
Have been working along steadily, attempting to finish all Christmas projects.
Mittens waiting for their thumbs -
Mittens waiting for their mates -
Socks waiting to dry -
Another pair of mitts, waiting to meet one another!
A chocolate Wishbones - with scarf and mitts to follow. I'd like to create something that would make your hearts quicken! Something that would send you to your stash, to your needles - your heads bent over your work, nodding, smiling, unable to pull yourselves away. It's coming!
A box arrived from New Hampshire. Pauline certainly knows how to surround a loved one with joy, with delight. First of all - socks.
A dedicated sock knitter myself, this gift is even more precious and rare, and oh so treasured!
The detail is so scrumptious - it's hard to put these socks away. The color, never fully realized with my point and shoot camera, is divine. . . think beaten egg yolks in a quiet early morning kitchen. Pauline, thank you. I will be lifting my pant leg, my skirt, to gaze at your gift. People will whisper and point and snicker and I won't be in any way fazed!
There was another carefully wrapped bundle in scalloped tissue -
Let me introduce my little elephant. He has machine quilted hearts on his flappable ears. His body is encased in my favorite gingko fabric. The little braided orange tail -
Love at first sight. I wish that there was a way that I could describe Pauline's creativity. Her life is her work of art - she never ceases to amaze, she never tires in her pursuit of beauty, of joy. She is the most generous woman that I've ever known; if you admire her work, she offers it to you, happily, genuinely. In the words of Julia Cameron-
"God is in the details."
Whenever I have been fortunate enough to spend time with Pauline, I have experienced the most intensely creative bursts of productivity. She is one of those authentic spirits who brings out the extreme best in anyone blessed to know her. She is my Muse.
Anything is possible. Doors open, ideas pour like wine from vessels, freely, abundantly.
when I spent my time color stranding ... many years ago -
Large projects were tackled enthusiastically. Time restraints simply did not exist - the seductive nature of color knitting, of stranding to create designs, was captivating, mesmerizing. Everything, complete, nothing more needed than just this - to sit with the fiber, to pull the colors, to feel the fabric gain and grow beneath my needles.
Where did all of that courage and discipline disappear to? Today I am profoundly uncertain. I sit with a growing mountain of designs, of charts, of ideas jotted quickly upon note paper. Instead of granting my authentic dreams the space in which to grow - I tackle yet another project designed by a stranger - something quick and tested to be gratifying. The small voice within clamors to be heard - I am listening, I am listening. Perhaps this will be the year - the one in which I emerge with confidence - my dreams alive, in fiber.
I told Scott that I was leaving, that I could no longer live in a house that was crumbling. (I do tend to lean toward the dramatic). I want to see my hardwood floors again, I told him. They've been covered under some kind of board for too many years - protected from plaster wall excavation, long over. God bless that man, he heard my heart. (he likes my cooking too well!)
It's the age old story of the Shoemaker whose children go barefoot. Scott possesses a gift that is so unique and special. He can build the house of your dreams. He will get it right - down to the last detail. His houses are magnificent, resplendent, and he has built for the ordinary guy as well as for super stars. But when it comes to Home Sweet Home, he resists - there is a total lack of motivation. Lately I think that we are beginning to make some kind of progress. I hope so. This hallway speaks to me. It tells me that COLOR is needed. Any ideas?
Baby steps.
First of all, we received our first Christmas card. It made me so very happy!
If you read the Thanksgiving post, you know that these two little dogs have stolen my heart. . . so much so that I have taken to perusing Cavalier breeder sites! Unfortunately, this puppy doesn't line up with my budget! One has to dream!
I'm a closet monkey admirer. Silly, I know, and I've kept it under wraps for years. Somehow, my devotion to elephants doesn't seem as sophomoric! It's even acceptable or understandable to plan a retirement that includes working on an elephant sanctuary. But monkeys? I had to come out of the closet this year because that scoundrel sock monkey made his debut with fabric companies and suddenly - monkey themes abound! When yarn poses with monkeys, curious things happen!
Christmas mitts from Morehouse Farm seem more festive when paired with that monkey.
Another Ysolda hat and mitts are coming soon - this lovely pea green theme seems to be emerging all around the place! I love to see bits and pieces of bright green tucked in with traditional holiday colors.
I have promised a baby sweater to a friend.
It needs a washing and a blocking and then it will be off! But not before posing with the monkey!
Harley wanted to remind everyone that monkeys are ridiculous!
Nope, that's not snow - 
ArtYarns - beads. Unspeakably beautiful ... but no snow. We're still waiting for the white stuff -
Green grass in late December. The Arctic Circle is sounding better and better to me. Did you finish all of your Christmas projects? I didn't. Luckily, the friends who have to wait are patiently understanding!
And this -
And more to come!!! (it's hopeless!)
