Hey Carol, look familiar?? 

It’s been in one of my project bags for more than a year.  Of course, just because I COULD pull this out of the bag, it does NOT mean that the pattern came with it… it IS somewhere SAFE.  I’m sure.  In case you’re not, here’s a close-up.

 
It does resemble the Jaywalker that Grumperina made, doesn’t it?  I think I had issues with its sizing, the way it hardly went over my instep.  I would certainly make a larger size if I were to frog this one.  After so long I really am not attached to it as much as I probably was… good time to frog it.  Stay tuned on that one. 

* picture form MagKnits  

Now, back to the marathon fleece washing.

 

Thank you Secret Pal.  It’s a wonderful sunny day, thus the glare on the book covers.   I’m sorry, I could have waited to post, but wanted to say thank you for such a wonderful surprise.  For those of you who don’t know me outside of this blog world, I collect textiles from Central America.

 

Knitting charts can be easily translated from this book, pretty terrific stuff.  I am wildly in love with the patterning, the colors, and the objects themselves.  This was a very thoughtful gift.  As soon as I can justify, only to myself, beginning another pair of socks, I will be knitting one of the ‘child’s first socks’ in a greatly expanded version.  Grumperina has made a beautiful pair, I’m in. 

It’s been perfect ‘drying weather’.  I’ve got the fourth batch of cleaned fleece drying on the deck in the sun.  It’s taking freeking forever to get through.  Either it is a very large fleece (it is) or I am doing WAY too many small batches (I am, obviously).  No wonder the cats are freaked out and have sprayed the area where the fleece was residing in my office.  Pretty smelly…. sheep urine, sheep poop, cat… I NEED to get this done. 

  what’s left to wash..

  what’s washed, minus the load that’s drying

Something nice from my winter garden 

Sara, you were right.  It is a Dixon.  It’s beautiful.

 

 

My weekend was a very full and wonderful despite another bout with the white stuff.  Seems that most of New England has now been tricked or treated to a dose of October snow.  Today, being that we’ve made it through the season’s first, we have a warm and sunny day.   After my usual trip to the diner Friday night for a fish and chip dinner (without the chips) I came home to ply up the mystery wool I’d cleaned, carded and spun during the week.  I wanted to see what it looked like before I finished it up. 

 
It was a good way to spend the remainder of the evening.   The rest of the weekend was all penciled in.  Since I type SO SLOWLY and would really like to get this post out today, I’m going to cut to the chase, skip the details, and give you the photo essay in a nutshell kind of thing.  Here goes…

  Saturday afternoon spin-in at RI Handspun.  This stuff  (yeah, I know, Barbie wants her yarn back), I love it.  I love that sparkle, the alpaca, and the silk.  It’s fun.  It may just make some little girl happy, or maybe just me.

Saturday night, in the snow, I headed over to the Vietnamese restaurant for dinner before the all Mozart concert at the Philharmonic.  Best concert in a very long time. 

Sunday morning, Cindy and I head to Portland Maine.  After a four year search, I was rewarded several weeks ago by a phone call from a woman wanting to sell this to me.

If you can identify it, you know just how hard it was to locate. 

I’ll leave you with these.. in between office work there is this..

and this..