Minnie Pauline

I have yet to take pictures of my loot from Rhinebeck, so I've been putting off posting. But I couldn't resist a Halloween post. It starts with an appropriately bloody sky... Shhhh. No screaming. You're in the quiet car! Here's a rusty little pumpkin to cheer you up. Happy Haunting!

It's hard not to use religious metaphors when talking about the New York State Sheep and Wool Festival . If you're a fiber enthusiast, the third weekend in October is a High Holiday. The weather is (usually) crisp and the leaves are spectacular. The air is filled with the sounds of sheep bleating and dogs barking and old friends meeting again. Shrieks of children having a great time and grown-ups finding that thing, that special, special thing that they've been wanting all year. Or discovering something they didn't know they'd been wanting. Or many things. It's hard not to go a little crazy. But what makes it so special to me, is that the entire place is filled with people who love what they do. Really love it. Some are making a living at it and others are helping them do that. But everyone there is wearing something that they made, or showing off a clutch of fiber for a new project, or letting the colors and textures and sounds and smells lead them t...

I'm bringing the fiber to Main Street! My scarves and mittens are going to be carried at Cherry Bomb , a holiday pop-up shop in Beacon. I'm even going to be a featured artist. I am so excited! There are going to be a lot of very beautiful things at the shop this year. Jewelry and pottery and photographs and all kinds of unusual gifts. This is Cherry Bomb's third year (I think), and every year the artists get more diverse, innovative, just really interesting. I can't express how proud I am to be part of it.  Or how much fun I've had all year, listening to yarn express what it wants to be. If you're in the area, please come by and take a look.

It’s a word that has a lot of different meanings, in general and in my own life. It makes me think of my grandpa, who loved to fish. I remember throwing a line off the dock into the St. Croix and pulling up a small, iridescent sunfish a minute or two later. It seemed like there were a million of them. If they weren’t hurt, we threw them back, as I recall. I was very young at the time. ‘Casting’ also brings up a lot of associations from my acting life. In this context, it’s a loaded word. Are they casting? Did they cast already? Was I cast? Who’s in the cast? The answers to these questions could instantly change my day, for better or worse. One of the reasons I’m not acting anymore, actually. In knitting, though. In knitting ‘casting’ means one of two things: beginning (casting on) or finishing (casting off). Oh what wonders are involved in both! And how simple it can be. I know knitters who use the same cast-on and cast-off, no matter the project. Others may have a couple of go-to’...

The river is frozen to the shore this morning. Slabs of ice indistinguishable from the rocks. The tide fights its way up beneath the crust. In places the surface of the river looks oddly like sun-cracked desert sand. Only completely bleached of color. I wore every layer I could think of to keep out the subzero blasts of wind. I committed a knitter's sin, in fact. My leg warmers have been fully knit for, oh, about three years. But I haven't gotten around to weaving in their ends yet. (Maybe we should make it two sins...) I wore them anyway. One end escaped my boot and threatened to trip me on the station stairs. I don't care. My legs are warm. They're the Faux Cable Legwarmers by Alice Hyde (scroll down a little on her pattern page to find them). I knit them with some leftover KnitPicks Swish Worsted in Eggplant, that I'd used to make a baby blanket. Superwash merino. Doesn't get much softer than that. And yes, they are as squishy as they look.

Sunday afternoon. It’s supposed to be a time of rest, right? But I’m completely restless today. My mind is hopping from one project to another and I want to start five more. I have a sock, a baby sweater and a pair of mittens on the needles right now, and I’m dreaming of other sweaters, other socks, more mittens and a scarf or two. And a hat. And an afghan. And a shawl. Maybe it’s meteorological. The temperature has been swinging wildly from single digits to up above freezing. We’re expecting rain this evening, after several inches of snow. And then more single digits, possibly more snow. Turbulence is the word that comes to mind. Keep your seat belts fastened.

I've been struggling with what to write in my First Post. So much so that I haven't been able to write it. So I decided to write my first post, instead. Phew.