It’s done!

More updates another time, but wanted to pop in to sat Durrow is done and blocked.

Deep sigh!

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Four day weekend!

I am already loving my August plan, four day weeks for the rest of the month and two four day weekends. One down, one to go.

It was a good crafting weekend, for sure. Plus there was lots of social time. I usually get exhausted by that, but I had enough down time, so I am fine!

I got through most of the Friday list, amazingly! Just didn’t warp the loom. But I did hem some squares and rectangles from my handwoven fabric. They could be placemats and napkins, or maybe dish towels, or maybe dust rags. Who knows. But they are hemmed, and I learned about working with the fabric, and how patterns affect what I will always think of as “gauge”.

The sock yarn blank dyeing was harder than I expected. Debbie at the Purple Fleece suspects I had too much water in my dyes. I will do this again someday.

They sure do change when unraveled, don’t they? I wonder what the socks will look like.

Other sewing included adding a solid band of fabric to the bottom of a printed skirt that I made several months ago. It just needs hemming now. I should have it ready for next summer, lol. Allie was very helpful with the sewing.

Knitting also happened. The black and white baby pants are nearly done. Check the link to my ravelry project to see the progress on these amazing pants! And Durrow progresses on slowly. I hoped to have it done by the end of the weekend, but it isn’t.

I did cake the yarn for my next shawl cast on. It will be a handspun odyssey shawl. Looking forward to that. And my next baby project is a cactus blanket and hat.

Other than the Friday craft list, what did I do? Well, Saturday had some chores and the afternoon spent at Whorls and Purls, as usual. Sunday we did lots of cleaning and frosting making. A’s sisters and niece came over in the afternoon, bearing cupcakes and ice cream for a birthday party for SIL L. That was nice, as always, and the different frostings made the cake taste so different!

Monday I had two knitting friends over for lunch and the afternoon. One of them LOVES gardening, so I turned her loose for an hour in the back yard. She got so much weeding done! My two minutes here and there just isn’t good enough. The other one and I sat on the porch knitting and chatting. Then I gave them a yummy lunch and we all sat and knit the afternoon away.

Back to work today. Bummer! But only for four days! I am liking this schedule.

A Friday crafting list!

It’s been a while since I had a whole day free of obligations and work, but I scheduled three days off in August such that I have two four day weekends, and four four-day weeks! Ahhhhh!

This is the first of the long weekends, and while it is not as clear of obligations as I would like, I did keep Friday free for ALL THE THINGS.

As soon as my coffee is made, I am heading to the craft room, where I will

  • unpin biophilia and get photos for you
  • Gather my dye equipment to bring downstairs
  • prep some handwoven cloth for hemming into placemats and napkins
  • Cut a strip of fabric to use to finish a skirt I started last year
  • Maybe sew some of those things.
  • Maybe start warping the loom for the next project.

Then downstairs today, I will have fun with sock blanks and dyes.

I can’t wait to see what exactly I get done on this ridiculously long list!

And I also will vacuum the pool, maybe while the dyes are setting.

51

This morning I couldn’t help but think that everything is relative.

I was tucked in under my down comforter, feeling all cuddly and warm, except for the top of my nose. That was chilly. But it was the good kind of chilly.

When I got up, my feet were cold, but I didn’t get socks. I really love a cool summer morning. The kind where you have a sweatshirt over your t shirt and shorts while you drink coffee and listen to the birds sing, when the day is still clean and quiet.

These kind of mornings make me feel nostalgic for the carefree summers when I was a kid, sitting on my grandmother’s porch steps. The day was full of promise, it would warm up and still be summer.

The weatherman on TV said it was 51. That sounded about right.

And I thought about how different 51 feels, depending on the season.

In the fall, 51 might mean shutting the doors and windows at night, or having a fire in the morning to take off the chill.

In the spring, it might mean throwing those same doors and windows open to air out the house a bit after a long closed up winter.

In the winter, if I woke up and my house was 51, I would be a little freaked out. That would mean something was wrong with heat, pipes needed to be protected. It would be a stressful start to the day.

But this morning, 51 felt wonderful. No heat and humidity. I slept like a rock, tucked into my warm bed. I woke up refreshed and ready to start the day. I relished my hot shower, instead of trying to get as cool a one as I could bear, which was what the past few weeks had been like. The floors felt cool as I packed my lunch, and the air was clean as could be as I went out the door.

No jacket. 51 in summer feels delicious.