The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 9,800 times in 2013. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 4 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
[C. C. Moore]
If I could put a subtitle on this post, it would be, The Last of the Argyle. Thirty years ago, I knit an argyle vest for my husband. I found the technique so tedious and frustrating that, when I finished it, I swore I’d never knit another. I’ve known knitters, including my mother, who enjoy the technique immensely and who would be frustrated with the techniques I enjoy most. Such is the way with human beings.
Less than a decade ago, a group asked me to teach the intarsia knitting technique (as used in making argyle) so I designed another argyle vest. The request keeps cropping up so I keep knitting more argyle. I tell myself, it builds character.
Then came the ultimate request, a sock pattern that is argyle without a sewn seam. Here it is. Since I knew that I didn’t have the self discipline to knit a second sock, I made it into a Christmas stocking so I could say I was finished after only one. The accent lines are worked in duplicate stitch using metallic gold yarn. Although the pattern is worked to and fro, a wrap and turn avoids the need for a sewn seam.
Here is a Christmas gift for those of you who knit — a free printable PDF pattern for knitting the sock.
One must be an inventor to read well.
There is then creative reading
as well as creative writing.
[Ralph Waldo Emerson]
Since I live in relative solitude, my blog gives me a place to share things that one would normally share with a person in the same room. This is a, “You’ve just gotta see this…” post. The thought has crossed my mind that I’m likely the last to learn all of this, but I’ll share it anyhow. I’ll make bullet points of my disjointed thoughts.
- The image is a screen shot of one of my iPad folders.
• I’ve never seen non-Apple devices, but am confident that they have reasonable counterparts to this.
• It is worth the effort to learn how to organize apps in folders so you can find your stuff easily on one screen.
• The desktop image is either (a) my backyard or (b) a tourist stop near Cardiff, Wales (UK). HINT: I have no backyard.
- About the first row of apps in the image—these are primarily text readers. iBooks reads books from the Apple store, Nook reads Barnes & Noble books, and Kindle reads Amazon books. The apps are free and many books can be obtained without cost as well. There are also sale priced books available from such sources as BookBub.
- The second row of apps in the image—these are specialized readers. Audible (an Amazon company) is an audio book reader and not only reads books from Audible.com, but also reads non-Amazon books from iTunes. Overdrive accesses the local public library. Using my library card, I check out both text and audio books using Overdrive. GoodReader could also be called Knitter’sHelper. I use this for my PDF knitting patterns because it allows me to easily mark my place and make notes.
- The third row shows apps from Blackstone. These audio books are well produced and are now available with a built-in player as apps—one book per app. I bought these in the App Store for reasonable prices. There are many choices. One of my favorite mystery writers is Louise Penny. Her books, set in Quebec, present characters in such depth and with such sensitivity, that they make me want to jump into my little roadster and drive to Canada in search of imaginary friends.
But Mary kept all these things,
and pondered them in her heart.
At Christmas time, my thoughts always turn to Mary. My first child was born close to Christmas and, while we were stalled at a rail crossing on the way to the hospital, I thought of Mary. I was so thankful I wasn’t riding a donkey. While I was admitted to the hospital, I thought of Mary being cold and hungry with no place to rest in comfort. I cringed at the thought of going through labor and delivery in the conditions described in the Bible. Mary was made of sterner stuff than I am. Ever since then, motherhood and Christmas have been inextricably linked in my mind.
Speaking of mothers, the rocker in the photo was my mother’s. I bought it for her as a Christmas gift with my first Navy paycheck 50 years ago. Sitting in Mama’s chair is Maisey, my grandmother’s doll. Grandma got her for Christmas 130 years ago (here’s a link to that story). As I decorated the tree last weekend (and shoveled snow), I thought of Mary and Mama and Grandma.
… a date which will live in infamy.
[Franklin D. Roosevelt]
Today, I have been listening to the audio book version of Pearl Harbor by Steven M. Gillion. This is my way of remembering.
The thought struck me that my blog readers might not know about the Audible daily deal nor the Audible app—two pieces of technology that bring me hours of pleasure. I knit (or clean, or cook) while I listen and I’m put in mind of the radio as it was when I was a child. The Audible website offers a service where by they email an offer at a greatly reduced price. Many of their offers don’t interest me. but this one did. I use the Audible app on my iPad and a Bluetooth speaker to listen to the books.
It is easy to say how we love new friends,
and what we think of them,
but words can never trace out
all the fibers that knit us to the old.
I shared my website, A Time to Knit, with JoLene for over a decade. I’d met her when she started designing and was so impressed with her talent that I was delighted to support her growth as a knitting designer in whatever way I could. She was a fast learner and was very organized in her approach to the design process. I used to tease her about her swatch notebooks. While lots of knitters dread knitting a swatch, JoLene thrived on it. Her lovely work is a tribute to her. I am thankful for her friendship and inspiration all of these years—the fibers that will knit her to my memory even though she is gone.
Lord, bid war’s trumpet cease;
Fold the whole earth in peace.
[Oliver Wendell Holmes]
Veteran’s Day, 2013—The photo on the left was taken in Albany, GA in 1968. The photo on the right was taken a couple of weeks ago in Savannah, GA. There are 45 years, three children and a number of pounds between the two photos.