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I’m home, after a week filled with north country hiking, Quebec snowshoeing, catching up with a friend who makes incredible lemon meringue pie in Montreal, and even working on a sock by the woodstove, glass of wine in hand, with a fellow knitter. Much french bread was consumed, and many kilometers were walked/hiked/snowshoed. Thus, success. The prospect of returning home was made a bit easier by the sight of these two:

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My brother was kind enough to come to town to house-sit and hang out with Boh. Looks like they had a good time. Also, since this space purports to be about knitting, here’s that sock I mentioned:

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It is the first sock of a second pair of Thuja, knit with a 48 st cast on. These are for my uncle — I wrapped the yarn for him to open on Christmas, but I wanted to measure his feet before beginning these. Nobody likes to receive (or knit!) socks that don’t fit.

Must go check on the pie in the oven — 09 knitting goals coming soon…

from blogland to real life.

Hilary of The Yarniad just posted some photos of our real-life rendezvous, and I must say, I’m blushing. It’s truly wonderful to get a chance to engage on a multi-dimensional, human level with people you know through your computer screen. In conclusion, hooray for knit-blog friends! Thanks, Hilary! I’m already looking forward to next time.

Here’s a cute dog picture for good measure:

P.S. If you don’t read Hilary’s blog, you should. Her knitting is always inspiring. Exhibit A: Her Julia Livilla Cardigan.

bsj progress.

I am really enjoying this — the recipe format of the pattern makes me feel like this is really moving along. I’ve finished the initial decreases, and am about to begin the increases (again). I snapped this picture because you can see the wavy-ness that indicates that I’ve done a bit of frogging. I did 4 of the increase row pairs using a basic M1 — lifting that strand between the stitches, and there is just no definition. I think I’d prefer to make these increases look like those on a top-down raglan, as it looked a bit funny to have my seam just disappear after the decreases. Things like these remind me of how much I am learning each time I work on a project. Last year at this time, I would not have even considered sliding 106 fingering weight stitches off a circular, ripping back, and putting the stitches back on the needle — no matter what the reason. Today, the decision to rip back was a no-brainer: I can make this look better. Why wouldn’t I frog 10 rows and start again? As I begin graduate school next week, I think I am going to particularly appreciate how visible progress and growth are in something like knitting, as I think my own learning and development as a scholar and teacher will be harder for me to see while it is happening.

weekends during the week.

I’m treating this transition time before school (eek!) starts like an extended weekend. Not quite vacation, as I’m getting a lot of things done, but like a really good Saturday. I’m crossing things off lists (purchase and assemble composter, problem-solve the not quite cold enough fridge, do laundry, organize recipes, etc.) but also doing things I love: cooking, running, catching up with dear friends and, of course, knitting. Yesterday I finally made my own granola, using this basic formula from The Kitchn.

I also cast on for my first-ever BSJ:

I’m using a skein of Dream in Color Smooshy in the Strange Harvest colorway. I managed to get gauge (6 st per inch) using a size 4 KnitPicks harmony circ. The slightly larger than standard needle seems to be giving the fabric a nice drape. Despite my ownership of multiple EZ books, this is my first attempt at one of her recipes — so far so good! I’m not sure which baby this will be for, as, off the top of my head, I count at least 3 children who should be joining the ranks before snow falls this year. Speaking of snow, it is probably time to start planning my holiday knitting…

a sock story, revisited.

Morning, folks. I think I posted about this when it actually happened, but as last night was likely my last regular attendance at weekly knitting night, allow me to tell you a brief sock story. Back in the fall, my internet was down for at least a week. My ISP couldn’t figure out what was wrong, and I was frantically working on all of my graduate school applications, so I was spending an hour or so every night at the coffee shop closest to my house. One Tuesday evening, when I stopped in to submit some forms and check email, I noticed a table of women who looked incredibly fun doing something with their hands — I had to look again to confirm that they were actually knitting! I introduced myself and asked if I could join them. Luckily for me, I had one of those fleece artist yellow tiger socks in my bag. They welcomed me and encouraged me, and soon I was knitting with them every Tuesday night. I’m heading to Base Camp next week, and then off to New Home for graduate school, and while I am going to try to meet up with them whenever I come into town on a Tuesday, yesterday was the first of all of my goodbyes. They marked (ha) my departure with an incredibly sweet and unexpected gift: gorgeous sock-sized stitch markers from Hide and Sheep (on etsy).

See how the marker itself isn’t simply circular?

It was all I could do to keep myself from casting on another pair of socks at 11 PM last night, just to admire these on a sock in progress. I am plugging away at Sunday Market Shawl number 2 — brought the remains of the one the dog gnawed through to show and tell last night, and am slowly adding length to its replacement. Here’s a rather blurry picture that shows the gorgeousness of the purples in this Dream in Color Smooshy yarn:

You’d think stockinette wouldn’t be tricky, but when I yanked this out of my bag last night, I managed to pull out a bunch of stitches and picked them back up all weird. Ramona to the rescue!

I feel incredibly lucky to have found such a wonderful “real life” knitting community — I will be thinking of you guys on Tuesday nights this summer — and I will particularly miss the “mommy” talk.

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You guys are great. Thank you for all of the kind comments and happy thoughts you sent my way this week. Some dear friends came to town for the funeral (all day yesterday), and while the circumstances were terrible, it was so nice to catch up in person.

No knitting to share just yet — I was a bit too frazzled this weekend to focus on anything but a few rows of a basic dishcloth.

I snapped this photo early on Friday. (Can you still say “snapped” if it is digital?) Morning light is my favorite, and I particularly love to wander this place while all (or most) are still sleeping…

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I’m home after a long overdue trip to see a dear friend. (No knitting to share this evening. Patience!) While much of our time was spent sitting around with family, laughing, eating, playing with small cousins, drinking coffee, and even “working” on laptops at the same table, some venturing beyond the house/yard did occur. Though I find myself lacking any photo-documentation that said friend and I did actually manage to be in the same place AND time, I do have some pictures of an evening adventure to share:

I visited the Lincoln Memorial and the Washington Monument as a little girl, and it was incredible to return as a grownup. We drove through the empty evening streets of DC, oohing over architecture and the way the lights illuminated so many landmarks. We walked through the FDR Memorial, and we saw Lincoln minutes before the 143rd anniversary of his assassination. These words on the wall, from his second inaugural address, stood out: “With high hope for the future, no prediction in regard to it is ventured.”

from a different door.

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Boh and I are housesitting this week, so hopefully I’ll have a range of gorgeous sunrise shots to share with you. This also means that we are playing with 2 more dogs and a cat. I made absolutely no knitting progress yesterday, but there is some good news: I woke up hungry for toast today! Hoping I will be craving coffee soon — a sign that I’m on the mend.

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charts, apart(ment)s, hearts.

I’m back (and cheesier than ever, I might add). Thank you for all of your kind comments and happy thoughts re: my grad school news and this week’s visit to New Home. The best way to describe my visit?

Affirming.

I had the chance to meet my advisor, have dinner in his home, take walks and engage in thought-provoking talks with the other graduate student in the program with academic interests like mine, drink local beer, wander around town — and sign a lease.

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It may not have the same funky character as my current southwestern casita, nor does it have the same incredibly low price tag, but for New Home, the price is fair, the dog is welcome and the kitchen is spacious! At best, this will be a space I can settle into for the next several years; at worst, it will be more than sufficient for my first year in New Home.

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New Home is half a day’s drive from my parents’ house, so I got a cozy weekend with mom and dad, filled with movies, snowfall-measuring and celebratory meals. Oh — and I also did some knitting!

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I present my progress on the Chevalier Mittens. I don’t know why I feared the chart — it makes perfect sense, once you get past the supposed scariness. I am a little concerned that the fabric is a bit too dense and stiff. Should make for good mittens, right? This yarn is worsted weight cashmere/merino/mohair from School Products. The pattern calls for DK weight yarn doubled, so I figured this would be fine, held single. All of the cables kept my attention through a long layover and multiple flights, but my hands were hurting by the end of the day. Once home, I picked up the Stella Hat I had brought for movie watching and all around mindless lounging.

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Boh played with his very best friend, a slightly younger Akita named Radley, the whole time I was gone. When I went to pick him up, he did not want to leave, and pulled against the leash when I gave a short tug. See how tired he was?

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It’s good to be back. More soon!

and exhale…

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I’ve been knitting quite a lot lately, as you can see. There are many reasons for this, but there is one big reason that I haven’t shared: I’ve been waiting. Anxiously. And not sleeping super well. This fall, I decided that I was ready to apply to graduate school. I completed each step, put everything in the mail, and began to wait.

On Saturday, I received a phone call from a professor in an excellent department of ___ at an incredible university. In August, I will begin a PhD program. I have truly loved (and/or learned from!) the range of work I’ve done over the last four years, but it is time. I am so excited to be able to devote myself to reading, learning, thinking and writing.

I had planned to run away this weekend to disconnect from technology a bit and distance myself from things like “no” letters and the anxiety of waiting and worrying. That phone call came as I was packing the car. Boh and I headed south, to explore by doing this (that’s not me!):

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And to help with this:

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And to enjoy this, windows down, music a tad too loud:

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And this:

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Sigh. I slept soundly last night.