Advent 2014: Day One
The view from my sewing room window was grey and gloomy today. Perfect for entering the contemplative season of Advent.
Unexpected
I didn’t expect to be home in the quiet tonight. Thanksgiving Eve is the night we traditionally hold our benefit concert for heating assistance. Many inches of snow and slippery roads have changed the plan.
I didn’t expect to have the time for an after-dinner nap. Or to be able to knit a little more on this tiny sweater. Or to be listening to guinea pigs snort and squabble in my living room. (They’re just here for a visit while the bears are away.)
The tiny sweater pattern is Sock It To Me Baby, one of my favorites from the knitting shop in Wausau – Black Purl . Living an hour from WEBS is lovely, but their atmosphere has nothing on my old shop. I do miss it.
Tomorrow may bring more unexpected happenings. May we all meet them with grace and joy.
Productivity
I Don’t Even Like Batiks!
I don’t like batiks much. Don’t buy them, don’t even spend much time browsing them in the quilt shop.
Half-done
Sock 2014-8.1 turned out to be quite lovely.
Inspiration
I can’t make fast enough to keep up with my ideas! After the fall quilt, I have plans (and fabric) for three more quilts. And more ideas even than that!
Ideas that don’t come from patterns, but from nighttime dreams and afternoon daydreams. Storybook quilts and more socks and dresses and curtains. This is all very new to me and I love it!
Sock Collage
Smallish Bear: Hopes and Dreams
We went to our parent-teacher conference today. As has been the tradition at each of the twelve or so conferences we’ve attended before, we heard that the smallish bear reads well, enjoys math, is participatory in class and is a little bit chatty. Both bears generally receive this report.
This one is not failing gym class. We still tease her sister about her first kindergarten report card. She received a grade of Needs Improvement in P.E. The accompanying comment, “Shows poor decision making when running dodging, and fleeing,” has brought so much laughter to our family. A friend suggested we take her to the back yard and throw things at her until she got the idea.
Nothing quite that hysterical this time around, but there was this lovely find:
2014 Sock 8.1
The Realm of the Insect
mantis – photo by The Kettle Slayer
Blood and plastic. The entrance to the hive was filled with the smell. Every day, every going in and coming out, that smell stayed with me. I breathed it for hours and later tried in vain to shampoo it out of my hair. It was the smell of the hive. It was the smell of all of us.
Naming Mountains 