I have been thinking "do I really want to keep up with this blog stuff?" My family is encouraging me to keep at it, and it is a great way to force some kind of record of my knitting and other adventures, so I will try this whole routine again.
Soooooo, I sit down to open my email today and there is one from TypePad apologizing for loosing all of my photo images in some technical data implosion (I do not need details here). The net result is that I had to re-do my photo albums but I get six months of blogging for free. Sounds like a deal to me. I am just going to let the photos embedded in previous posts go...no need to reinvent more wheels than absolutely necessary.
Living History Day was lovely. Nothing like glossing over months of planning and 2 weeks of intense work like that, but it really was nice. Now it is done.
Now that I have a little more time to knit, I started the "Ethereal Fichu" that I mentioned was to be my next project. It is coming along, although the rows are still pretty short - the progress will slow down dramatically as I go along. I've picked up Helen's socks again so that I am not knitting with a gun to my head at Christmas.
I really like this sock project. Aunt Helen is my dad's sister. She never married, and was very much a part of all of our family celebrations when I was growing up. She was a frequent weekend visitor and came down for all the holidays. She was there through my dad's illness, and helped my mom after he died.
Helen is extraordinarily generous. She always said "why wait until you get married to have and enjoy nice things?" Her gifts always reflected this philosophy. She loved to travel, and she took each of her nieces and nephews on a grand trip at some time during our teen years. Everyone went to England and Wales to meet the relatives (my grandfather came to the US via Ellis Island) and then on to wherever else she was going that year. I went on a safari to Kenya and Tanzania when I was 13. It was an amazing experience and the memories have helped to shape my world view even as an adult.
So, in her honor, I chose the Conwy (a Welsh town) pattern from Knitting on the Road - a book for traveling knitters. I started the socks while taking my own family to see Arizona and the Grand Canyon, so they were, in fact, knit on the road. I previously knit her socks for her garden clogs and she was so appreciative (or just amazingly polite - sometimes it is hard to tell on the phone) that I thought she needed to have these socks and the story that goes with them. I am enjoying the idea of these socks as much as the act of knitting them.
Next post will have photos, I swear.





