I don't make New Year's resolutions. I don't find the deep freeze of January an inspiring time to start anything anew. I have a large stack of books to read, some knitting, large mugs of tea, a pot of soup on the stove and bread in the oven. That's January, as good as it gets and the nearest I can get to actually hibernating. (If the wind chill settles to a decent bluster (not -27'C) we will get out the cross country skis.)
Regardless of my own lack of new year eagerness, I can't help but feel the buzz of resolutions around me. The word is on everyone's lips, especially those that have enjoyed their holidays a lot, and are now compelled to feel guilty about it!
I have dropped the ball many times blogging this year and I have wondered many times why that was. After almost five years, it is a habit to compose posts in my head as I go about my business. But when there is an opportunity to sit down and post one, I have been choosing to spend time in other ways. Why the reluctance, because reluctance it definitely is? I wonder if this is a reaction to a year of many time crunches, a natural evolution or perhaps a winding down of blogging itself.
So in this slow January lull, when I have very little hours at work, I signed up for Project 365. I have so many photos, I think I can manage to post one a day (or three every few days!) I'll try not to complain about the dull winter light... much.
You can find them here .
This just might get me in the habit of sitting down and posting in this space more often. Or not!
A little encouragement from out there wouldn't go amiss, either.
And before I forget, here is the specs on the sweater posted last time, the Caitlin Pullover from the Classic Elite Web letter (here).
The cuffs clinched it for me. I fell in love with the cuffs.
When my friends and I started knitting way back in high school, we tried out our knit and purls with maybe one basic scarf (for me it was leg warmers for ballet class. Turquoise acrylic. I thought they were fabulous!) and then we began Icelandic style sweaters. They became the Golden Standard First Sweater and when anyone else we knew wanted to start knitting, this is what we started them on as well. Simple, but satisfying, knit in the round but with enough technique to cover most everything you would need to know for other projects. And the knitter had an actual wearable garment in the end, in the space of about a month. If that doesn't encourage a new knitter, I don't know what does.
It's been ages since I knit one but when I saw this pattern, I knew it was the one. Still going backwards with the knitting!
(Excuse crappy photo. Neither the model or the photographer was patient enough to do the usual 5 million shots to get one decent one. I didn't even crop off my head this time (or should I say - yet) At least the sweater matches the bathroom walls :))
I went to Romni to look for Classic One Fifty yarn as specified and found they had very little colour choice available so I ended up with the economical Shepherd Classic 100% Wool. I knit the small, which made the exact right gauge for the medium that I needed. It is not for me to question why. It just worked.
The fit is very nice, the sleeves were the right length, the collar is looser than traditional, which I think is more flattering and more comfortable.
I had a record number of balls left over and so I am going to do something I rarely/never do, I'm going to return them for wool for another sweater, probably this one. (Ysolda's Vivian, if you don't want to click on the link)
I do need to get that Christmas sock knitting off the needles first, though.
That is one resolution I can manage.
How times change. This is the first year there are no children in this house dressing up and trick-or- treating. There are two teenagers however, totally uninterested in even carving a pumpkin.
I went to the local grocery store today and thought I would pick up some last minute Hallowe'en candy, (for us, as we don't get any trick or treaters out here in the sticks) and was appalled to find Christmas candy already in it's place. I know I shouldn't be surprised, it happens every year but still. Ugh.
No one could stop me from making some treats, our traditional favourites, meringue bones and shortbread witch's fingers.
I also added some pepita brittle (recipe from the smitten kitchen) . Our own pumpkin seeds are still in place within our pumpkins. And it looks like they will remain there for now.( If you are planning on making this recipe, word to the wise, use a candy thermometer.)
Tonight we are watching 'Creature from the Black Lagoon', that 1954 B-movie er... classic?
Guaranteed to be scared laughed silly.
The little lake where 20 of us converged for the weekend.
There were several teenagers,
There was a calm lake
A walk in the woods (we got lost trying to find an elusive maple sugar shack. For 11 years my sister-in-law has never made it to the sugar shack. We didn't either)
A small waterfall
A wild game of crochet golf carved out of the woods.
A sweet little cabin on the crochet course was a library, complete with book lined walls, an old couch and carpet and little bunks at the back, apparently once part of a girl's camp.
There were tell-tale names for all the holes on the course, the 16th was a challenging par 5!
The owners of the three cottage where we stayed made all sorts of little vignettes around the property, which one could find popping up in unexpected places.
These log angels were scattered about the paths, each representing her grandchildren.
It has been a slow and subtle year for colour changes in the autumn leaves and now, two weeks after these photos were taken, there is not a noticeable difference in colour.
There is a marked difference in climate however. I wouldn't be caught outside with bare toes today.
To quote Little Jenny Wren
I have photos, at least.
It's been just over one year from our move to rural life from the city. I joke that we arrived with our personal belongings, furniture, a snow shovel and a push mower.
Of course, I am lying about the push mower. We knew it would be useless here and it was left behind for the wee lawn we left behind in the city. The snow shovel proved pretty useless as well for three hundred feet of driveway. We required much bigger toys for the job.
It always seems a little strange to me to start the new calendar year when nature all around me is sleeping. It is not growing and flourishing but quiet. The animals are hibernating or foraging.
It doesn't seem like the time for resolutions and new beginnings but rather a time for re-gathering and planning.
I have not forsaken thee.
Can you indulge me for just a moment?
I know everyone is trying to capture this autumn gorgeousness.Just because..this colour does not last long.
This is what I see down our road
The first frost nipped our toes.