i remember a deep blue rug.

(But I can’t say which rug.)

Yep, still singing, for lots of reasons: Friday has arrived, and with it, Fall Break. A dear friend of mine is coming to visit, and I can’t wait. We met seven years ago, during a summer that was incredible formative for me, and it has been a year and a half since we were last in the same place for a day or two. He reads the blog, and as such, his requests for the weekend are things that are familiar to you: a trip to the farm, bread-baking, cooking something delicious with greens…

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Somehow I managed to add a few inches of stockinette to my seaman’s cap last night, in between several loads of laundry and a thorough scrubbing of the bathroom. On today’s agenda? More cleaning, a bit of knitting, menu-planning and grocery shopping, and some writing. But first, another cup of coffee…

Happy weekend!

last night, and the night before last.

(I’ll not say which ni-i-ight.) A seaman friend of mine…

I can’t help it. Whenever I sit down to work on my handspun seaman’s cap, I hear Billy Bragg and Wilco singing “Walt Whitman’s Niece,” the first track on the first Mermaid Avenue album (the project sets Woody Guthrie’s words to music).

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Late (very late) last night, I finally finished the ribbing, and switched to size 7 needles to continue in stockinette.

Off to pour my first cup of coffee and prepare for the day!