Crafting on Along :: Warm Things for a Warm Spell

The cold weather has washed away with the rain and now it is drippy and squishy. The ground is still quite frozen, but it is muddy where the earth swelled and thawed.  There is ice on the roads, strategically placed for those of us taking walks.  It's supposed to warm up to ten degrees above normal (or more), and I'll admit that we are glad for a little break.  Most homes are still decorated for Christmas because it was simply unsafe to be outside taking things down.

Weather report aside, I'm still plugging away on knitting, when I ought to be sewing.  These things come in moods, I think, so I am not too worried.  I have now become the Zipper Lady, and I'm a little apprehensive of my new role.  I cannot stand putting in zippers, but folks don't know so many seamstresses as they once did, so here I am.  Willow got a sewing basket for Christmas, so she happily does any household mending for me.  Her stitches are becoming so neat and it is always good to feel of use. 

But the knitting!  Yes!  There's a Two-by-Two hat for a Christmas gift.  I finished the hooded scarf, as you can see on my model.  Grey and black must be hard colors to photograph, since Willow is bleached out while the grey looks just right.  Oh, well.  There's another neck thing, this time for me, that I am going to call the Golden Leaves Scarf.  My favorite place for clothes, presently, is Gudrun Sjoden, and I have some dear family members who wanted me to have clothes for Christmas.  The color will go well with my new things, as well as the old.  And there's Roan's Knight Sweater in the first picture.  It's plugging along, mindless knitting as it is.

As for the book, I am reading Still Glides the Stream by Flora Thompson.  If you enjoyed Lark Rise to Candleford, this is another great title by the same author.  I'll share some quotes from it over the next little while.  It's got a bit more of a story and a little less nostalgia, which makes for a less depressing read (if you are the kind to mourn the passage of time away from agrarian living).  I am terribly sentimental, as much as I always have my eyes on the future and seldom dwell on the past.  There are some seasons that it pains me more than others, usually times like Michaelmas.  Something about those quarter and cross quarter days, I guess.

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