What a month it has been! I never could find time to post. Plus I had to finish something worth posting about. Lots of work has been done on our house and getting the garden in order for the first time has taken up most of my days. I’m happy to report we are FINALLY in our Master Bedroom (with most of the furniture) after 9 months of remodeling. The bathroom is still in process but the plumbing is due to get hooked up next week (fingers crossed) along with the house painted. IThe biggest news is that the fireplace is up and running! I asked for it to be finished by Christmas. Last Christmas. What can I say? Even though that didn’t happen it looks beautiful.
For knitting I have finished the Pool Sweater for my grandson’s 1st Birthday which is next week. I can’t believe it’s gone by so fast. He is a joy to watch on Sundays and seems to love coming to “Grandma Livey’s” house. Since we moved into the master bedroom I’ve been able to make our spare bedroom into a Guest Suite complete with nursery area. It’s fun to get out the rocking horse my children used and set up the books and toys.
In between bark mulch, flower bed planting and lamp post electrical hooks ups I’ve managed to start a Pink Summer Sundress for my 2 year old Granddaughter who will be visiting in August. I took it to the Opening Day at Our Clubhouse Pool for “Knitting in Public Day”. Who am I kidding, I knit in public all the time. I don’t even know when that Holiday is!
Returning home from Paris took quite a bit of reacclimation. The 6 hour time difference plus the advent of daylight savings time (theirs is after ours) makes for mixed up sleep times. I hung out and knit when I wasn’t falling asleep in the daytime. The beautiful lace baby sweater, Lucille , needed to get finished because the baby has been born and it’s still chilly in the northeast despite our 3 days of warm weather. I stress “days” as it cools quite cold at night.
Notice the table cloth and linen kitchen cloth from Provenance I found at a gorgeous shop in the St Germain district of Paris. These, along with treasures from Cafe Floré and a box of chocolates from Angelina Tea shop (which, devoid of those said chocolates has become the perfect knitting bag accessory tin box) make a perfect picture.
So I was home 10 days, enough time to finish the sweater, whip another room into shape from the ongoing remodel saga and pack up again. This time heading to Texas to help my daughter bring home her new puppy. She had a 9 hour round trip drive and I didn’t want her to do it alone so here I am, deep in the heart of Texas heat (which is a nice change, I’m not complaining). So far so good with puppy, and potty training is going well. She is an 8 week old Texas Blue Heeler so she dwarfs my chihuahua even at the infant stage. I’ve been knitting while flying, driving and puppy watching. This time it’s a Pool Blue Summer Stripe Hoodie, for my grandson who will be 1 year old next month! Time flies and soon this puppy will be romping and tearing things up too but for now we’re happy she mostly sleeps, eats and plays.
All the visions of cherry blossoms and tulips come to mind when one mentions April in Paris, but this is my 4th year of this trip and the weather has ranged all the way from near snow to sweltering steamy heat. The one thing that is consistent is burgeoning cafes and the decadent pastries. Also walking and blisters; it never fails that I get them but this year I brought American Bandaids because the French apparently don’t get blisters as theirs are thin and essentially useless.
Since last week the weather has been a tad warmer which has precipitated me to explore and shop for goodies you just can’t find in America. Silk blouses, beautiful tea tins, lovely children’s clothes and toys (grand babies) and of course scrumptious yarn.
As my time here comes to an end I continue to knit when I can. One day I brought my knitting bag to Parc Monceau and sat on the iconic Parisian Park benches to work on the Lucille baby sweater. But the lace has become impossible to follow on the sleeves so I’m tucking it away till I can write a chart myself and finish them at home.
So of course I started another play vest for my little French grandson as my daughter’s mother in law really wanted a red one.
It was a wild March. Too many trips, airplane flights and snow storms. And now I’m in Paris. I arrived at the end of March and it was so cold I needed two coats. You walk in Paris. A lot. Usually 5 miles a day if you want to see anything. Even if you take cabs to get there.
I have to say my first week here was not enjoyable. My seats got somehow switched to Economy, even though I bought an expensive seat, and the snowstorm in Boston the previous day had pushed all those travelers to my plane. There was “nothing they could do”. Not even refund my money? I won’t even go into the issues with my rented apartment. But that cold outside was literally the icing on the cake!
I’m happy to report that after 2 weeks here it has warmed up to Sweater Weather. Meanwhile knit I have. And I’ve noticed people knitting in parks, laundry mats and avidly in yarn shops. I have my favorites here. I’ve already finished a little play vest for my grandson. My daughter’s mother in law likes to keep one on him when he plays at her house, so she asked me to make one. She is so sweet I gave her the beautiful Winters Frost socks I made. Someday I’ll keep a pair for myself.
That done I’ve returned to the little lacy sweater for a baby gift project I brought with me. I’ve ripped the lace out 3 times but I think I have it figured out now. You know how it is with charted patterns; you have to pay attention until you get enough stitches done to see the pattern on the needles.
I know New England keeps getting hit with snow and that I’m in Paris and really shouldn’t complain but I do wish Springtime would arrive for us all!
It probably happens all the time, but not to me. I pride myself in being one of those self aware people that keeps track of things, makes lists, checks items off and actually finishes projects. Plus I’ve made my fair share of socks. So what the heck happened? My socks have different heel flaps! I guess I didn’t read about rows 3 & 4 of the directions on the first sock. It’s not like I was going to rip out a completely finished sock. So they have different style heel flaps..who will notice? This otherwise easy sock pattern has been tricky because of 3 plane trips, one packing and moving and a humongous Nor’easter that took out everything but power!? No Cable, Cell Service, land lines and quite a bit of panic as trees fell all around but not on top of our house. Plus my husband stayed home from work. So these will be called “The Winter from Hell” Socks. I wish I could have concentrated more, Winters Frost is a delightful pattern and knits up quickly if you’re not doing all that other stuff.
Nothing is getting done on our remodel and our moving boxes, well, they are on a truck somewhere and won’t arrive till I leave for my next trip. (I booked a trip to Paris for a month last year. Sounds better than it will be, more on that later) Needless to say, I’m losing my mind and knitting is the only thing keeping me sane. At least I have a nice warm pair of socks for the next storm.
This has been a very long week. I flew to Miami to pack up our apartment and quickly realized this was not going to be as easy as I thought. I spent a frantic 3 days buying more moving boxes, making food for myself from our depleted and rapidly shrinking larder, organizing and packing boxes. As with any move you find a lot of useless stuff that can be given away, if you’re lucky, or thrown out. The one thing I was happy to find was my stash of knitting needles in all the important sizes. It was good so I could start on the Winters Frost second sock when it got too late to move things around. No sense waking the neighbors. So even though I barely got the boxes packed before the movers arrived on Wednesday morning, I was able to cast on and start the sock. Its funny but when chaos is reigning supreme, knitting has a way of calming the soul by giving you something (albeit ever so small) orderly you can still control.
I flew home the following day (of course I worked on the sock) so that meant an afternoon and evening without lamps, TV, furniture or pots to cook in. Let’s just say I had a lot bread and jam on paper plates. I was so happy to get home and climb into bed. I slept 12 hours the first day back. The movers will arrive with all the clobber next Tuesday but in the meanwhile, I plan to relax with Netflix, a nice ball of yarn and 5 pointy size 1 sock needles.
So this is the final move I had planned last fall. We sold our condo in Miami and I drew the short end of the stick. I get to pack the place up. But first I had to make a quick trip to Texas to visit my youngest daughter who is busy studying for her masters degree in Aerospace Engineering. It’s not necessarily a good time to do all this travel but at least I missed the Winter Storm Riley that blew a gazillion trees over on Cape Cod, knocking out power for most everyone (not our house thankfully). My husband is holding down that fort.
Meanwhile there’s not a lot to do in Texas so of course I knit. I got a sock done from the Winters Frost pattern suggested by one of my favorite knitting bloggers NothingbutKnit who also lives in New England, posts almost daily and likely got hit by that storm as well. I’ve also made some progress on the Confident Cables Sweater; I’m onto the front. So this is just a quick note, I’ve got sorting and boxing to do, but this time I’ve only got 3 days till the movers show up. The weather is lovely here in Miami but I’ll be up to my ears in packing paper and boxes. At least I’ll have time to knit on the plane home.
It’s been a crazy couple of weeks and posting has been shoved to the back burner. The construction project in my house has invaded the rooms that were basically done and all the new furniture had to be piled up and covered. The fireplace mantle (which is what I asked for last September when we bought the house) has had to be redone 3 times and is still not right. We let the carpenter go, he obviously does not have finish skills. All the while I’ve finished the little blue poncho, a cozy winter hat (for grand baby) and started a beautiful red wool Cable Sweater for my daughter.
The pattern is call Confident Cables and OMG. I have ripped it back several inches at least 8 times for errors in my twisting. At one point I was ready to just throw in the towel and roll the yarn back into a ball. But I kept going, mostly because I don’t have another project on the needles. The frustration of the moment is beyond. I don’t dare leave the house for fear the workers will damage something or leave the door open (one day I drove through the maze of work trucks in my driveway to go to the grocery store for a few minutes and came back to the outside door wide open in 20° weather. Of course no one seemed to know who left it open. It’s like babysitting children with hammers and cans of paint. Knitting should soothe my nerves here but those cables are driving me over the edge. After the last rip out I paid very close attention and now am feeling a lot more “confident“.
It hasn’t helped to have the The Super Bowl, the Olympics and NASCAR Daytona 500 all on the TV. I guess I need to pay morere attention and get a more mindless project to switch to for TV watching. Go Team USA!
If you read my post last week, you know I lost a needle while on a ski trip, with no place in sight to replace said needle. So when I got home, naturally I went out and bought a new set and began again on the baby blanket that should have been well on its way to becoming an FO. As I started (sadly recalling I had already restarted it twice with a pattern I could actually follow), some how a mysterious hole showed up. Not a dropped or added stitch, so what? Ripping down to the hole, I plodded on only to be constantly distracted with mountains of laundry, groceries and cooking chores, not to mention the army of construction workers asking annoying questions about which I had no answer. I got lost in the pattern, again. By the time my husband came home after meetings in the city I was an emotional wreck and on the 4th tear out and 3rd pattern of the blanket. Something was still not right. I made too many hearts across the bottom. So I took that pile of pink loops (which were yanked from the new needles) and began rolling them into the ball for the last time. When I got to a tangled part (by this time the yarn was practically melted) I broke the mess off, threw it in the trash, put the whole sorry mess away and went to bed.
Yes, I cried a little, ok, a lot. I haven’t let a ball of yarn, a set of needles or several easy patterns get the best of me in years. So next morning I got out that scrumptious baby hat pattern, a ball of Stash yarn from my Maine Trip summer before last and binged on Netflix while the little beanie came to life in my hands. I even worked on the complicated cable Sweater for my daughter (only the ribbing but, hey).
Sometimes you just have to let things that aren’t meant to be go, even knitting.