Fantasy Mountain

Remember the TV show Fantasy Island? It was a place where clients would go to live out their dreams and fantasies. Everything they needed was provided. Usually, however, the plot unfolded to reveal that the fantasy had flaws, or was not what it was though to be. 

I spent 3 fantastic days with my daughter and about 70 other knitters on a mountaintop in Little Switzerland, NC. This is the 10th year of the Spartanburg Knitting Guild's "Knit Away in the Mountains." From 12 or so local knitters who went up for a day and night of peace and quiet and knitting, the retreat has grown to 3 days and nights of yarn crawling, classes, an amazing fashion show, wonderful food, amazing door prizes and swag, laughing and learning with old and new friends from as far away as Mississippi and Ohio and Virginia! Mr. Roarke and Tattoo would be proud of the amazing Becky and how she has organized and planned this special fantasy for us- no cooking or carpools or cleaning or going to work, set in a lovely old lodge along the Blue Ridge Parkway, and the opportunity to sit 'n knit 24/7- if your hands can manage it!

This is what we woke up to on Friday morning:

This is what we woke up to on Saturday morning:

This is the gift we were given on Saturday evening:

What did I learn? Cast-ons, their related bind-offs, and the Sweet Potato heel. What do I still know? Knitters bring joy wherever they go. Tinking and frogging are a part of life. Sharing is caring.

Knitting with friends? A fantasy come true!! It just keeps getting better-

Summer of the weekly blog

In my list of "draft" posts, what a catchy title and goal this was! I was going to write a blog entry once a week between Memorial Day and Labor Day, even though the "official" dates of summer do not coincide with the dates of summer designated by our education system (at least in the south!) This is only post #5 even though we are mere weeks away from Labor Day...

I like to write, knit, think, read, and take pictures. Blogging is a wonderful way to exercise these joys in one place. It is also a wonderful way to help me remember what in the world I was doing during the Summer of '13!

I knit, as evidenced in previous posts here and here and hopefully in some future posts.         

I have continued to read the Good Book this summer. My diocese has a challenge of reading the Bible in a year- something I have done several times previously, but not with a group. I'm off track at the moment, but I am still on the journey.
The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating is one of those books that I wished would never end. Anyone who has enjoyed A Gift from the Sea or Pilgrim at Tinker Creek would be touched by the life lessons learned from a tiny bit of nature.
Many years ago I read Gail Sheehy's Passages, the discussion about the physical and emotional aspects of the inevitable process of aging. Richard Rohr's Falling Upward, takes it much deeper into the spirit and soul. The subtitle for Rohr's book is "a spirituality for the two halves of life." Sometimes I felt like he had written the book just for me, to answer some of my deepest questions, and to assure me that it was even ok to ask the questions!

I have preserved memories through pictures of good times with my children and grandchildren this summer.

I have been thinking about all that I want to accomplish in the next years of my life, and am coming to the conclusion that while having plans and dreams and goals keeps me striving to be and do my best, I have been given the grace to see the joy in each moment.

Making plans keeps me humble. "The Summer of the Blog" is now "The Few Weeks of the Blog."

Frogging keeps me humble, too.

It also allows for redemption. This yarn is destined for something other than what I tried to make it to be!

Homespun Heaven and He!!

I have a love/hate relationship with Lionbrand's Homespun: the colorways are amazing, but the yarn is a pain to use. I keep saying I will not knit with it again, but my mouth is not where my heart is. The heart is winning by a long shot, and I have lots of prayer shawls to prove it.

This is the pile from last winter/spring. Most are for St Christopher's Episcopal Church; 2 are for some dear neighbors across the street who have been making sure my front lawn does not look like a jungle.

Back in March, one of my co-workers had to leave due to her husband's job transfer. Several of us in the department knit, so we took turns working on a prayer shawl for her. In the end, everyone participated. Even those who had never held needles learned enough to knit a few stitches. I do not think we made any converts (knitverts?) yet, but there is still hope!





I started knitting prayer shawls about 10 years ago, long before the idea of a blog- or even photos of projects- came into my brain. I wish I had taken pictures long ago (see the Legacy entry) but there is no time better than the present to start a tradition. A dear friend who is a real artist with a real studio inspired me several years ago with her professional photographic collages. I have posted several of my extremely amateur collages at various times, and here is the latest:

Wouldn't it be amazing if it encompassed the 25-30 prayer shawls I have knit through the years!

A few weeks ago I started another shawl. At lunch I mentioned to my co-worker knitters that I had only one more colorway in my stash... and that would be the end of Homespun shawls for awhile! But then, of course, there is another story:

A few months ago a woman driving home from my LYS was killed in a tragic wreck. I did not know her, but she did knit sometimes with the public group that meets twice a month at the library. Her husband called the librarian who is in charge of the group and offered to donate her stash  Three trips later, the Reference Department was engulfed in an amazing collection of bags and boxes and baskets of yarn and and needles and accessories. At the next meeting of our staff knitters, we organized and reboxed everything. It took 5 people almost 2 hours! We claimed some of the yarn for ourselves, mostly with the idea of charity projects. The knitters in the group that meets at the Headquarters library and groups that meet at other branches will also have a chance to make sure her stash is well-used. Eventually, local services such as senior centers and children's shelters will be given the remainder. We plan to send her husband notes as we use her stash...

Back to the Homespun saga: yes, there was some in her stash, and yes, it came home with me! The prayers will be doubled when I use it- for her family and for the recipient.

Chemo caps

The 2013 Charity Project for the Spartanburg Knitting Guild is chemo caps for our local hospital. We have given to the center in previous years, but they always need more. We started knitting these in January. This summer, as an incentive to use lighter cotton weighs, a LYS is offering a drawing for gift certificates when a cap using yarn purchased at her shop is donated before the end of July. Needless to say, many caps have been received! I turned in 15 caps at the last meeting, 8 of which had been made with yarn from the shop and qualify for the drawing. (Some was stash yarn, but had been purchased previousy at her shop.) The rest of the caps came from unknown members of my stash. I enjoy charity projects not only because the items are useful and knitting them brings a sense of peace, but also because I believe I have attained STABLE and want to use as much of it as possible! Of course, I continue to purchase more (ie cotton yarn from the LYS) but then, I am a normal knitter and of course I buy yarn!

First, here is the Roll Brim cap, from Head Huggers, using Dark Horse Farms.

These are the Lace-Edged caps, also from Head Huggers, using Rowan Softknit Cotton, Caron Simply Soft, and other unknown yarns.

This cap uses a generic waffle stitch/bump pattern. I used Dark Horse Farm for one of them and S charles victoria for the other.

Finally, my favorite pattern, the Eyelet Brim Cotton Cap by Candy Wheatcroft. Again, I used Rowan Softknit Cotton.

There is more stash waiting to become chemo caps. I'm taking a short break! My heart and prayers go out to the recipients of these caps- I wish chemo caps would go out of style/disappear/be unnecessary!

Un-biased

After a lengthy post about the legacy of knitting in my family, I am going to unearth a few "draft" posts over the next few weeks. These have been languishing behind the scenes of this blog. Some are more than a year old, but knitting knows no time boundaries...

This is a short post to introduce my "Un-biased" scarf. Not only is there a public "Sit 'n Knit" twice a month at the library where I work, but there is also a mostly-weekly gathering of 5-6 staff knitters.It is a wonderful way to end Hump Day. Sometimes we even go out to eat between working and knitting in the staff room. We work on individual projects, share laughter, and share new apps/games on our iphones! In the past, we have worked informally on various charity projects, such as hats and blankets for the local homeless shelters, scarves for the Special Olympics, and bears for the police department.

Last spring one of the group found the Unbiased Scarf in a magazine and thought it would be fun to do an informal, unhurried knit-along. Unhurried is right: so far, I am the only one who has completed it! Others are well on their way, and still others are in the planning process. I have a huge stash of sock yarn, and was anxious to use some of it for a non-sock project.

This is Sockotta. Unfortunately, the band with the colorway is long gone. It was fun to knit and easy to block. (Looking at the photo, I realize that my straight lines had a lovely curve at the end! Oh well.)

Her endeth this entry...

Legacy

My grandmother was a knitter. My mother was a knitter. I am a knitter. My daughter is a knitter. Three of my four grandsons have at least tried knitting (and two of them still do....at least once in a blue moon. I keep their projects in my car for when I go down to visit them. Knitting needles are also amazing light sabers, magic wands, swords and wonderful for just poking and irritating a brother, so they dwell in safety in the trunk!)

Blogs preserve memories, both in words and pictures. Here are some of mine.

Probably Mammie was taught to knit by her mother. I wish I had asked how many generations have this addiction. I know she knit dozens and dozens of socks and bandages during WWII, and might have even contributed during WWI. When I was about 3 years old, she knit matching bathrobes for Mom and me. Unfortunately, the robes languished in the attic, then deep in a closet. In my attempt to begin the downsizing process, they were unearthed, much to the chagrin of the critters who had enjoyed my robe. Mom's fared better! Hers even had shoulder pads!

                           

This cocktail dress also made by Mammie for my Mom, however, had lived in Mom's closet. It was used one year as the fashion show grand finale at our guild knitting retreat.

Of course, Mammie knit Christmas stocking for all her grandchildren. Mom always bemoaned the fact that they were so large, but Santa always filled them anyway! (Somehow the bells on the toes got cut out of the picture...just use the imagination to hear them jingle!)

Mammie made this elf sweater (and mittens) for me when I was in first grade.

Unfortunately, I do not have photos of the early sweaters Mom made for Daddy, my brother, and me. Matching tennis sweaters, aran sweaters, cabled cardigans- I was in sweater heaven. How I wish we had Ravelry back then, so there would be a record! (Memo to self: there will not be a record of my projects, either, if I do not make the time to take photos and record the information!)

The following are some of the high school/college/young adult sweaters that I thought I would wear again someday... if I ever lose enough to regain my former self!

Obviously I loved this pattern- these two sweaters could be worn with my entire wardrobe!

Then there were my own children. Mamama knit stockings for them, of course. I no longer have the stockings (I hope my children do!) but they were adorable. So are the children. In a box somewhere in the closet is a better picture of the front of these stockings, but here is one with the backs showing. Getting children to sit still on Christmas Eve is hard enough; getting them to display the front of the stocking was too much!

Mom knit these for my daughter.

Mom and I made matching sweater sets for my son and daughter. I do not remember who made what, but it was fun having a knit-along before knit-alongs became popular!

                                     

Unfortunately, I was in a needlepoint and reading state of mind when my grandchildren were small, and did not do much knitting. Each boy does have a knit stocking (rather large, much to the bemoaning of their parents!) and I did hand down this sweater to my grandson that Mom had made for my daughter. 

I knit this sweater for my other grandson (to be passed on to his brothers,) while sitting day after day with my Mom after her stroke. It seemed to be the right thing to do. 

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A new tradition for the boys is a Christmas Surprise ball. I have also knit a few decorations and ornaments for them. 

My daughter learned to knit when she was 6 or 7, and made the typical doll blanket and scarf. 

The bug returned to her while living in NYC after 9/11. She gifted me with a prayer shawl, in my favorite color. It has been my comforting blankie ever since.

Now, she is an accomplished knitter and spinner!

KKQ2013

No, that is not a secret code or a license plate number or a password: it is the key to a little piece of heaven! The Kanuga Knitting and Quilting Conference for 2013 was held a little over a week ago, and I have yet to come down from the mountain. There is just something (here and here)about that place...

With my daughter as Chaplain (and wonderful homilies based on the 23rd Psalm,) an energetic coordinator, talented teachers, and old and new friends, about 80 of us spent some kairos time in the mountains, doing things we love: knitting, quilting, laughing, eating dry toast, learning, worshiping, hiking, watching Downton Abby (on one of the few TVs), and mostly just being.

Mother Nature offered us the stark linear lines of winter, which were contrasted by the panoply of dancing colors in the knitting and quilting projects.

By our final worship service, we had the beginning of the Great Wall of Textiles (more were added after this photo was taken.) Our projects and time together were blessed.

We even had some multi-talented participants who came together with a variety of musical instruments, weaving them into beautiful harmonies.

There's no place like home.
Like going to Narnia...

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care...

Last spring (2012), while contemplating the many project and blog posts I would be creating for the rest of the year, my brain burst forth with a garden full of new ideas. Suffice it to say, it is now winter, 2013, and few seeds even made it to the garden, little fertilizer was sprinkled, and almost no water was provided.

One small bed of projects I did sow and reap was  the Summer of the Sock, or Sock it to Me, which stretched into Socktember and then Socktober. The drawer of stash sock yarn was going to be empty. Lots of feet were going to be happy, warm, and beautiful. Alas, it has become the Saga of the Six Socks.

Here is what happened:

Sock #1 was begun in April, and accompanied me on a long flight to Montana to say goodbye to a dear friend who had moved there in 2011 to be near her family. As the 3 visiting friends gathered around her bed, she gave each of us a gift. Mine was a needle case she had made as a young woman, complete with her mothers little scissors. Can you believe how perfectly it matched the socks!

The pattern is Baby Cable Ribs from Sensational Knittted Socks.

Sock #2 was started on the trip home. The stitch pattern is the "Waffle Rib" from Sensational Knitted Socks.

Sock #3 is another variation/combination  of the Waffle Stitch and/or Garter Rib. Oops- I forgot to write it down!

Sock #4 is from Custom Knits Assessories- Lace Pattern Socks.

Sock #5 is back to Sensational Knitted Socks- this time, the Openwork Rib pattern.

Sock #6 was begun and finished hastily last month: "six socks" is more alliterative than "five socks." And as I was kntting and thinking about the yarn, I remembered that the friend in Montana was the one who gave it to me several years ago. Beginnings and endings, endings and beginnings. How appropriate! The stitch on the leg and top of the foot is a simple K3P3 rib as a small sacrament to her memory.

And here they all are, in a different order, hung by the chimney with care.

# 3 went to my daughter for her birthday, and #2 went to my daughter-in-law for Christmas. The rest are for me!!

And my drawer of stash sock yarn still is more full than my drawer of completed socks. Guess I'd better get busy!