Happy Days

This little darling is a Sisters Day gift from my favourite sister. This year we spent the Day together. Even better, we are spending the whole week together. Our time together so far has been filled with quiet pleasures, artistic appreciation, yarny challenges, long talks and some crazy moments, fuelled with good food, fine wine and many cups of tea. It is oh so nice to be with her. These are my happy days.

Time to read

What happens in our busy lives that means we don't make time to read? Over the past several years I find myself reading less and less. Until a few years ago, I had belonged to a book group for over twenty years, but gave it away because I just wasn't reading the books. Not because I didn't want to. But usually just because I hadn't made the time.

Then my favourite sister invited me to join Goodreads. I did, thinking that it would give me a little incentive to read more. It hasn't. Not really.

I don't even have much to say when friends ask me what I've been reading lately.

Now, just to be clear, I love reading. I love language. I love a good tale. I have a great collection of as yet unread books.

So what is it?

When Bec and Bron suggested a bloggy sort of book club, I thought that maybe if I jumped in, I might just start reading again, as avidly as I once did. For me, I have to allocate reading time - bedtime reading just doesn't cut it any more. So, while I have this eclectic little collection on my bedside table, I rarely get through a couple of pages before dropping off...zzzz...

So I'm going to join my friends and talk about what I'm reading each month, here in blogland.

I have just finished a delightful little story by Paul Auster (a favourite author of mine, as he writes tales set in one of my favourite cities, New York). Timbuktu is a quirky little tale told about Mr Bones. Well, told by Mr Bones. The dog. And I loved it.

But in August, I am going to read Margaret Drabble's The Garrick Year. I'll report back later.

It's the little things

Most of my knitting of late has centred around keeping this little parcel of total joy and delight warm in this frosty southern winter. A simple beanie goes well with his Eyelet blankie, or this Pi blankie borrowed from his cousin.

And simple beanies are so simple, that I can't help making more.

A favourite pattern of many knitters is the magical Baby Surprise Jacket by Elizabeth Zimmermann. I have made two for ma minette, and I love it every time. This one for our little Bear is done in Colinette Jitterbug in Velvet Damson colourway and fits him perfectly.

I wasn't so clever with the sizing of this next cardi. It's a great topdown seamless design by Jacki Kelly called Felix's cardigan. I used Cleckheaton Country Naturals 8ply, and it might fit him a little better several winters from now. He is such a tiny wee thing, and I should have used a 5ply for this one.
And that ray of sunshine who makes us laugh all the time, ma minette, scored another pink Malabrigo hat, the Tri Peak Hat from Woolly Wormhead. It's a bit on the small side for her, but she doesn't mind. She just needs a hat to drag onto her head every time she says "Can we play outside?" at Chez Nettie. The icy weather doesn't deter her. Brrrrr.

Ahhh, my life is good.

"Precious knitting time"

Recently, on Rav, someone posted a question about why one would spend "precious knitting time" on knitting wash cloths. Many views were posted for (quick gratifying project, portable, practise new stitch patterns, nice gift, handy little product) and against (a bit yucky, socks are just as portable, you can practice patterns on other items). But apart from the cloth discussion, this concept of "precious knitting time" sort of rankled with me, and I wasn't quite sure why.

My knitting time isn't so precious. Sure I love it, but I'm not racing to get something done, I don't have limits on my knitting time (well apart from tiredness limiting my evening knitting time, and mortality limiting my lifetime knitting time). I'm not in a rush to get anywhere. Any moment stolen to do a bit of knitting is pleasureable. And I have a lifetime of knitting time stretching out ahead of me - albeit finite, I know.

I rarely knit to a deadline and if I do impose a challenge upon myself, I rarely meet it (happily there are occasional exceptions - can I say it again: monogamous knitting!). I have many projects on the needles at any one time, and I'll happily knit away at the same project over many weeks or months. My friends will ask "is that the second sock?" when I'm still in the first, or comment "you've been knitting that blankie for ages". Yes, my friends, you know who you are ;)

So I wondered if this concept of "precious knitting time" comes back to that age-old question: are you a process or a product knitter?

I know what I am. What are you?

In the pink

Ma minette thought it would be a good idea if I knitted her a new winter hat in mmmmalabrigo from my stash. This two year old knows luxury yarn when she feels it. Button Tab Knit Hat in Malabrigo merino worsted in damask rose colourway. Buttons from stash (a gift long ago from my favourite sister).

Winter cardi

Way back in February, some of the Canberra Ravellers decided on a Cardigan for Winter knit-along. Being February and all, some of us chose the February Lady Sweater. Now, it is a long, long time since I have knitted an actual garment for myself - probably since those awful jumbo quick knits of the 80s. However, monogamous knitting (mostly) through March gave me a great start, but then she languished, while I was distracted by gift knitting. Just days ago, I challenged myself to finishing my Cardigan for Winter before the first day of winter. And I did.

February Lady Sweater in Cascade 220 Heathers (from stash) on 5mm needles and three lovely pearly buttons (also from stash). I've been wearing her all day. I think I love her.

In other knitting news, I recently finished and gifted to the lovely Beth these Blackrose wristlets in Shibui sock yarn that I bought on my last trip to the States. I think I'll make some of these for me too.

And a little surprisingly, I've been re-learning crochet after many years absence. Requires way more concentration than knitting!

Before winter well and truly hits us, I escaped to the Central Coast last weekend to spend time with several of my favourite people. While the water wasn't too cold, I hadn't expected to actually be required to be in the water, so didn't take my cossie. But what two and half year old doesn't want a swim at the beach - whatever the temperature.

Lucky I had a change of clothes.

Back to our regularly scheduled knitting...

After having my world turned upside down by the early arrival of a little person in our lives, it seems somewhat trite to talk about knitting. But even in my anxious state over a few days in April, I had to chuckle when my knitting friends commented that he dared to arrive before I had finished the border of his baby blanket! Nettie's Knits is sure to showcase photos of our little Bear in due course, but he is still so tiny and so precious and his presence constantly reminds me of what's important in life. My blog isn't the right place for him at the moment.

In the meantime, I did indeed finish his blankie. It's the Pinwheel Blanket in lovely soft Zauberball. A bit too fluffy for a swaddling blanket, but perfect for his pram.In other knitting news, I overcame my first very serious case of Second Sock Syndrome and finally finished my Retro Rib socks. Well, I though that I had finished them. What? A dropped stitch? Right at the toe? How can that happen?? Any sock knitter knows that we carefully ensure that there are equal numbers of stitches on each side leading up to a very neat kitchener stitch finish. So how I could possibly have an uneven number of stitches, one of which is magically dropped at the last minute, is beyond me.Luckily I'm skilled at tinking back and they are fixed and they are lovely. It's an unknown yarn that I picked up somewhere or other - I think an op shop. I suspect it is something like a special Bendi yarn that they make for school jumpers. It's soft yet tough and they are great socks. Now I only have about another 12 skeins of the stuff to get through.And to continue with the unintentional retro rib theme, this is a Retro Rib hand towel, made with self-striping Anchor Magicline, gifted to me in a swap, and finished off with a lovely vintage casein button from my ample button stash. It's cute and it hangs in my laundry. But I'm not really all that impressed with the absorbency of the Magicline cotton. Maybe it will improve after a few washes. And just to remind me on how much I think birthdays are really OK, my fab brother and his gorgeous girl sent me this as a really wild belated birthday present (with a couple of pages strategically bookmarked). Yes, it's signed and everything!!

Off to do some knitting planning now.