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Such a beautiful post, dear! It sounds like you had a wonderful Thanksgiving and lots of nice adventures ahead.

By Blogger Carolyn, at 9:04 AM  

Sounds like a lovely day! :-)

By Blogger Mary, at 12:23 PM  

bess! Thanks for that. You're such a diligent blogger! I'm not nearly as good. :)
I've been thinking about you guys a lot since your last email, and I really miss living closer to family. Grands probably told you, but I"m applying to the Peace Corps. Part of my application is on my blog, if you want to check it out. If I get in, I'll be leaving shortly after I graduate, so let's all try to think about how to get me home for a couple of weeks in the spring or directly after graduation.
OK- that's enough of that. Anyway, I just wanted to share this site with you: http://www.glampyre.com/
Her fern leaf sweater is pretty cool, and I've found a few others of her designs floating around. Thought you might be interested in checking her out!

loves...

By Blogger k., at 12:19 PM  

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Friday, November 23, 2007  



Well. Thanksgiving has come and gone – at least the food part has. Our table sat 8 yesterday and there were lots of yankee jokes, prompted, as usual, by the moot discussion about where the Real First thanksgiving was - since we all know it was at Berkley Plantation on the James. It quickly degenerated to blonde jokes and other bad puns but we were all tipsy enough to laugh at them by then. This year Ed told my mother's favorite joke, about which one the rich man married.

It was a balmy day though - 71 or more - we were all in t-shirts or tank tops and if my shorts hadn't all been in the attic I'd have put them on too. I'm not sure if that was the reason, but I was utterly laid back about everything. I'd wakened at the ungodly hour of 3:30 a.m.!!!!! thinking it was 6:15 and by 2 o'clock I was just sort of floating along saying "what's happen'in man?" like some aging hippie. Every thing made it to the table at the same time and we made short work of our plates. Only 3 guys took the long walk into the evening sun - I turned back with the old ladies and the girls came back early because one of them has been having some foot problems. The trouble with not getting the big walk is that dinner just sits there making it impossible to bend the body into a chair unless one changes into elastic waist sweat pants ... which I did after a while. A cold front came in just as dark was settling and the three intrepids returned drenched by the accompanying shower. Today it's colder - more like autumn is supposed to be and I bet this knocks a lot of the leaves off the trees.

After dark, when we got to talking about history - another fine Old Virginia Custom - we raided the Essex Public Library for the newest Pocahontas DVD, which had just come in on Tuesday. It had been filmed partly at Henricus Park - where one of our guests works - and he'd made it into several scenes. It's so nice to have a librarian in the family - they have such a collection of cool things and and sneak you in after closing time. Like those movies about getting locked into the museum. The last guests departed long after the hostess had fallen asleep and she remembers the clock saying 11:00 p.m. when she turned out the light. But we know how well she can tell time, don't we?

Today I'm off to Richmond to visit with my parents. I hope to take them both out for lunch, so sister left Mama's transfer chair (which she usually keeps in her car) at Mama's apartment. I won't get to see sister, but she's coming down to see us in 2 weeks so I'm not feeling too bad about that. And we got in a long talk on the phone yesterday. Saturday, R and her daughter (and maybe her husband) are coming and I know BD will wheedle to keep daughter till Sunday. I plan to devote Real Time to knitting and spinning on Saturday. I have 2 spinning projects inching along slowly right now – a Border Leicester on Bella and some alpaca/silk on my drop spindle. I'm actually a little more dedicated about spinning the alpaca/silk. I'm trying to spin a handful of roving every day. Sometimes I do more, but that little 15 minute bit is slowly eating into that soft cloud of fiber. I'm not quite through a quarter pound of it and I have a whole pound to spin. I'm surprised at how much fine single fits on my little Meilke spindle. I finally measured it and it looks to be spinning up at 30 wraps per inch. The Border Leicester is thicker and could possibly end up a worsted weight sized 2-ply. Both are destined to become lacy somethings.

I'm also still swatching with the Merino Stretch – and finding that it is important to know your comfort zone for the number of stitches in a pattern repeat done in just knits and purls in a dark yarn. I think 12 is mine – the 22 stitch diamond is not a happy stitch pattern to knit in this yarn, though I suspect if it were knit in an oatmeal colored wool with a little heft to it, it would be pure joy. Trying to see the pattern in a dark yarn is always a challenge but in this odd blend of synthetic and natural fibers that stretches out the wazoo – well – there you have it. When it comes to knitting – it's all subjective. It's got to make the knitter happy first.

So, my friends – may your Friday be just what one wants it to be. May joy fill your life.

posted by Bess | 7:10 AM
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