It’s been just a year since the Women’s March in January, 2017. During that year I decided to run for office, knocked on doors, crafted policy statements, and was elected to local office. That’s my story. Behind other doors lay other stories: of sexual assault, harassment, mansplaining and diminishment, and every shape and form of bad behavior, policy, and pattern that necessitated the need for a woman’s march. We lived through the MeToo movement, and now Time’s Up. Through it all we relived our past and present pain, and wanted to believe that this year would be the one when it would end. Continue reading
Two weeks ago I attended the Edinburgh Yarn Festival (EYF), a fiber festival in Europe. After years of going to Maryland Sheep and Wool and New York Sheep and Wool (Rhinebeck), I wanted to see what an urban fiber fest was like. It did not disappoint. The Edinburgh Yarn Festival was on held on March 9-12 this year. Friday and Saturday were market days — codeword for shopping, and 8 – 12 March were class days. In between there were opportunities for seeing the city, taking a day trip, joining others for knit night, and a traditional Ceilidh – Scottish dancing. It you’re a fiber fest officianado you probably knew that some of these events were limited and required a combination of luck and dedication to score a ticket. Esther and I signed up for classes at 9 am on the Saturday of Rhinebeck in October 2016. Advance purchase tickets sold out quickly as did space at the Ceilidh. But no worries. There was plenty to do in the evening in a city that parties hearty. Continue reading
If it’s March, then it must be the Edinburgh Yarn Festival (EYF). Last year after I learned about this European yarnfest I made up my mind to go. I convinced Larry to accompany me, then arm-twisted my friend Esther and she in turn, brought her husband Dave. To be honest, it didn’t take too much persuading. This is Scotland! Continue reading
In the past weeks I have been literally knitting my fingers to the bone trying to complete as many pussyhats as possible for the marchers in the Women’s March on Washington on 21 January. Last weekend I had to go out and buy more yarn. Pink yarn is getting hard to find. Word has spread about this project and it seems that everyone who can lift a needle is making pink hats. I still have to make labels, photograph them and get them in the mail. Somewhere in deep stash I found two more skeins of pale pink yarn. All over the country messages are coming in on Ravelry, requests for more hats to warm more heads who have a seat on one of the buses going to DC. I am living vicariously through all the anticipation. I won’t be there, so it’s especially important that I do my bit to support the sisterhood. Continue reading
I hope my readers will forgive me using a certain word in the title. It’s actually taken from a website and a hat initiative called “pussyhat project” which can be found here: pussyhatproject.com. I am a knitter and lately a bit of an activist, so this project appealed to these two interests. I came across the project on Ravelry, a social network for knitters. Last week I ordered 18 skeins of pink yarn when my favorite yarn store offered free shipping. On day four I’ve completed three hats. I keep coming across more and more people who want to attend the Women’s March on Washington — website here — and who need a warm pink hat. Because baby it’s going to be cold outside!
Two weeks ago we went to upstate New York for the New York State Sheep and Wool Festival, otherwise known as Rhinebeck. Unbeknownst to us it was also the same weekend as the Woodstock Film Festival. What luck! Yarn, knitting, and film. What more could you ask for but a crisp Fall weekend sporting hand knit sweaters and scarves, independent movies, good food and new friends. I was in vacation heaven.
I wrote multiple posts about Rhinebeck last year. This year I’m just going to touch on some of the highlights. We only spent one day at the festival this year. My DH was not willing to go back for a second day. Boo hoo. I’m hoping to do a ladies weekend next year so I can fully enjoy all that Rhinebeck has to offer. That means two days at the fairgrounds. Woot! Continue reading
Larry and I just returned from a one week vacation to Iceland. While we saw a lot and I took many photos, I want to start with a post about knitting. Why, you ask? I am an avid knitter — that was one of the draws to Iceland. Also, it’s that time of year when the days are getting shorter and the evenings have a crispness in the air that lends itself to all things wooly. On top of that, Rhinebeck is coming up next month, the New York State Sheep and Wool Festival. I am in a knitting frame of mind. Continue reading
Last Saturday I left the house to go to a hospital in suburban Philadelphia. Our cousin Richard was very ill and I had planned to spend the afternoon visiting with him. I completed my morning routine: fed the dogs, walked Barkley, took them outside again and left them with a peanut butter smeared Kong and some calming music before heading out. The day did not turn out the way I expected. A few miles from the hospital as I was traveling along a side road an SUV coming towards me drifted into my lane. I honked and tried to get out of the way, but there was no shoulder and no where to go. I did visit Richard, but before I got to his room I made amy own trip to the emergency room. Continue reading
There is a special vocabulary for knitters. A UFO is an unfinished object, and a WIP is a work in progress, and DISO means you are almost finished with something but ran out of yarn so you are desperately in search of some more of it. These words are a shorthand knitting language. Then there is the SABLE, which means stash acquired beyond life expectancy. I have been working hard since October to finish some projects, and have sprinkled pictures of them throughout this post. All of them have been completed in the past two months. Continue reading
Twas the night before Christmas and in Marla’s house, we were busy preparing for a day that would not interest a mouse,
For we had no presents, no tinsel, no tree, just two grown up people in wait for a day that was free,
Our fridge was packed, our house nice and warm, as we hunkered down for a quiet day outside the norm,
No children were waiting, no brew was chilling, as we eagerly looked forward to a day that was thrilling,
When what on our lawn did we spy from the door but some deer, a grouse, squirrels, and wait . . . birds galore!
As darkness descended on our small village street we heard the sound of peace, joy, and a new day to meet.
So my virtual friends I send you a warm greeting, in hopes that one day we may be meeting,
And wishing you all a joyful weekend, filled with family, food, good cheer and old friends.