26 February 2010

only natural

on the needles




Inspired by the whiteout outside, right now I have three off-white projects on needles. Citron in Malabrigo Lace...Mara in Calmer...and a swatch of feathered lace ladder in a bulky blend of cotton and felted wool (thanks for the inspiration and the yarn, Belinda).

Bid early and often...see below. Among the fantastic things to bid on is a gift certificate for a meal at the best bistro in Philadelphia, The Wine Thief. Cheryl and I are about to join battle bidding for this.

24 February 2010

boy on the block

the auction block, that is

Bid on seven skeins of Knit Picks organic cotton in Ginger and a copy of my Mr Boy pattern among many wonderful things donated to benefit The Waldorf School of Philadelphia. Bidding opens February 25th. How about this for getting your 7.5 hours Nile-style, Ann?

21 February 2010

the knitter

a clay figure by Bruno

18 February 2010

recess

all of the below
starting an Ogee Tunic



sadly empty, a bottle of Root

crust waiting to be filled with apple/cranberry/currant filling (highly recommend Cook's Illustrated tip to replace half of the water in the pastry with 80 proof spirits)

Main Entry: 1re·cess
Pronunciation: \ˈrē-ˌses \
Function: noun
Etymology: Latin recessus, from recedere to recede
Date: 1531

1 : the action of receding : recession
2 : a hidden, secret, or secluded place or part
3 a : indentation, cleft "a deep recess in the hill" b : alcove "a recess lined with books"
4 : a suspension of business or procedure often for rest or relaxation "children playing at recess"

07 February 2010

blowsy

a full-blown woolen poppyThis is the Poppy by Nicky Epstein from Handknit Holidays. The yarn is Blue Moon Fiber Arts Leticia in Rose Quartz and Obsidian.

And because I missed St. Brigid's Day (again)...


Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.

Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky,
That does not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As a friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

William Shakespeare

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