I am a lover of books. Books that involve knitting are usually in the front of the pack. I had to emphatically curtail my purchasing of books this summer, but, somehow, a TREASURE made it through. And I want you to know that it is my all-time favorite 2010 knitting book:
Can I just say that there are at least FIVE projects within that I MUST knit? You will see me at Rhinebeck Sheep and Wool this October and be able to identify me by these two wearables:
And this -
It had better be a cool event - like last year when everyone was wearing sweaters and hats! The year before was downright COLD! And I love it, bring it on! Maybe I'll wear this one on Sunday -
These are seriously wonderful designs. If you all are as addicted zealous as I think you are, I'll see myself coming and going all weekend long! Am I right?
I've been having a housework-less quiet weekend. Scott left for NC frightfully early on Saturday to be with his father who is ill. I wanted to go and thought that I really should, but there is work to do and animals to keep. If the situation worsens, which I pray it will not, I will find the means to go. I pulled out some beads in the morning that had been calling to me
I see a brilliant lanyard-necklace in that little grouping. I am going to teach myself how to make peyote-stuffed beads. Woo-hoo! The house is so still - perfect for reading;
I'm going to send this along to my sister when I finish. I recommend it highly. Things are not going well at the Nursing Home. There has been another change-up in personnel which always brings with it unfavorable conditions. I am discovering unexplainable actions and events which are being swept under the rug, all of which make me extremely hyper, and unquestionably ferocious. The feelings that I once experienced when my children were small and defenseless has revisited me. And in almost every way my father is like a child again, and needs my protection. I'll be dragging my major attitude in to meet the new director on Monday with a LIST. Wish me luck. Wish HIM luck.
The Knitted Beaded Bag first caught my eye from across the counter in a small yarn shop. It dangled there quietly, nearly hidden by the bodacious eyelash synthetics and racks of imported needles. What an interesting contrast it made to those raucous yarns with its little matte beads and pretty color changes. I immediately purchased 6 skeins of Koigu, an impossibly small circular Addi needle, and a pair of #2 dpn's. Then I went off in search of beads.
This is where it gets good. I discovered that a bead shop had recently opened in a nearby town. I wandered in and instantly went into a Bead Trance, from which I have never recovered! I also had the incredibly good fortune to meet Janice, the creator of I Dream of Beading, and we have been friends ever since. If you ever get to Poughkeepsie (I know, I know, quit with the lame jokes!) you NEED to visit her shop. I'll have plenty to say about THAT at another time.
All six beaded bags were created and given as gifts. I confess, I put the tattered pattern away and forgot about it for years. But recently I rediscovered it and decided to try it in a different yarn - one with more 'tooth'. That's the Knitter's Prerogative you know,we reinvent our projects the way we wish. What is there to stop us?
