Thursday, October 23, 2014

Does this ever happen to you?

I started this quilt last spring, got three of the four blocks stitched and then put it away.  Well not really away.  I packed it up in my box of projects to take on quilt retreat but never pulled it out.  Over the weekend, I found the green star in my sewing box and wonderd what I had done with those blocks.  It was a mystery.  This morning, I was looking for a quilt book (which I did not find -yet) and I found block #4, ready to be stitched!  
Do you lose projects?  I hope I am not alone in this!

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Books and yarn

It has been raining all night.  That means the road I usually take with be flooded this morning.  After 27 years, there does not seem to be anything that will fix that one little dip in the road.  Fortunately I have lots of alternative.  It would be a lovely day to stay home with my yarn and my book and a second cup of coffee.
This is my second start on this cowl.  First time around I twisted it about row 4 but didn't notice until row 12.  I am back on track now.  I learned yesterday that a friend and her husband have made it through the first step of adoption and we are praying that the process will go smoothly so they can bring this sweet little girl home.  I am on the lookout for just the right yarn and hat pattern to cover her little head this winter.
 The book is a memoir about care-giving, a topic that is always on my mind these days.  I spend one day a week with my mom so my dad can have a break.  I see how much the shift from spouse to caregiver has impacted dad. 
Visit Ginny to see what others are reading and knitting.

Monday, October 20, 2014

Monday, monday

I finished my first Moda Building Block.  This one is 36"!  I was thinking of doing a two color version but when I pulled out a box this weekend, I found some lovely red, green, and cheddar fabrics so that might be my color combo.  I also pieced 16 blocks using my 9 patches.  I may need to make a few more to get a nice sized quilt.  I am linking my design wall up with Judy today - hoping to keep this sewing mojo moving forward.

Today is Monday and I won't have much time for stitching the next few days but I will be thinking of quilts and yarn and creative diversions.

Don't forget to visit Lynn and Paula today to read the Around the World Blog Hop posts. And thanks for all the lovely comments and email the last few days.  Enjoy your week!

Sunday, October 19, 2014

slow stitching Sunday

It seems my thoughts on slowing down have resonated with many of you.  I have enjoyed your comments and email.  Jane mentioned how the habit of tea can be a built in slow-down mechanism.  But in true American go, go, go fashion, we have this machine at work that requires only a pod of tea and the push of a button and you have a cup of tea in no time at all.  My Scottish grandmother would cringe!  I do believe I need to be more intentional about my daily tea, get out my good teacups, and enjoy that lovely process.
I finished the patches on my prayer pocket quilt this week and got it basted.  I am going to enjoy the quilting on this one.  Every time I look at the patches, I am reminded of a friend or family member who has walked this journey with me.

I am joining a lovely group of slow stitching bloggers at Kathy's today. 

Saturday, October 18, 2014

my grandmother taught me to knit

That cranky little girl is me - circa 1960
My grandmother came to the United States as a young women with her two sisters.  They were in their mid-late twenties at the time but decided that might be too old so they each took 5 years off their age when they arrived. (We didn't find this out until she passed away in 1986 and dad went through some of her old papers.) She and my grandfather were born in Scotland but they met in Detroit.  My Aunt Jesse married but Aunt Mary was a strong minded woman, determined to have a career and not get strapped down by marriage and children.  Gramma and Grampa had one child.  Aunt Jesse and Uncle Alex never had children.  When Grampa decided to move the family to California in 1946, Aunt Jesse, Uncle Alex, and Aunt Mary came too.  They lived within blocks of one another until retirement and then they all moved to a retirement community together.

My grandmother taught me to knit when I was about 14.  I imagine there were earlier projects, little squares knit when we visited each summer, but the project I remember was a Christmas stocking.  It was red with a white cuff and heel.  I don't really have a memory of knitting that stocking but I know I did, although I wonder if she might have done some of the more complicated bits like the heel and toe.  But I do remember my grandmother knitting.  She made beautiful sweaters for my mother.  One was a pale blue with pearls stitched into the shoulder area.  She knit a shawl for me to wear to a dance when I was in high school and somehow I managed to hold on to it even though I have never really used it.  

But, other than a very bad attempt to knit another stocking (for the man I would eventually marry), I didn't return to knitting until I had babies.  We lived in Southern California so there wasn't a big need for sweaters.  Funny how I stopped again after we moved to the Pacific Northwest.

Now I cannot imagine why I didn't pick up knitting more often.  And I cannot imagine being without two or three projects going at a time.  And, when I realized this morning that I had twisted my newest project and would need to un-knit it, I thought of my grandmother, of the things I don't know about her, of the questions I never thought to ask.  I am sure she had her share of knitting fails.

Today I am celebrating that woman with the stern face who shared her milky, sugar sweetened tea and her love for knitting with me so long ago.