Tulips. Because January is over. And because, despite the frozen tundra out there, we know that spring will come again.
Happy Weekend! Go Pats!
Thank you all so much for your kind comments on my blog anniversary! I have to say, I’m feeling a little lame today since after 14 years of blogging I can’t come up with three things that go together for Three On Thursday. Or maybe it’s because of 14 years of blogging. Yep. That must be it. In any case, today is a random three-fer.
And that’s my random thoughts for this week. If you wrote a post for today please include your link below and thanks for joining in!
Yesterday was the 14th anniversary of my first blog post.
And, in case you don’t remember what I said, here it is:
Okay, here we go . . . the first entry in what will probably be the world’s most boring knitting blog! But, hey, everybody else is blogging! Yah, yah, if everybody else jumped off a bridge. I remember, Mom. Anyway, I have been reading other people’s blogs and thought I could give it a try. I have lots to learn and will most likely make a big mess of this, but if I have fun in the process then it’s okay.
Last night I started the Alien Illusion Scarf from Stitch ‘n Bitch. It’s coming along nicely, I have one half of one alien motif completed. I bought some Brown Sheep Nature Spun Worsted in pepper, just like the pattern recommends (I have issues with using the yarn that the pattern recommends – it feels like I’m breaking the rules if I use something else) but I couldn’t find the Brown Sheep in spring green. So, I broke the rules and bought Cascade 220 Superwash in an olive sort of green. The colors are a nice combination and very similar to the originals in the book.
I also started a new pair of socks for my husband yesterday. Nothing fancy, just your basic worsted wool sock. We are Civil War reenactors so he wears his knit socks for that – but I’ve noticed he has started wearing them on a regular basis so he’s going to need more pairs. He actually felted a pair a couple of weeks ago – I was not too pleased with that!Alrighty, off to work on Mr. Roswell. Today is my monthly knitting group meeting, too. One of my friends is going to bring her two socks/two circs project and hopefully show me how to do that. I like DPNs, though, so I’m not sure if I really want to make the switch. It never hurts to learn something new, though.
Not my best writing, that’s for sure. And no photo either. Plus I talked about aliens and reenacting, outing myself as a weirdo from the start. Turns out, though, that we’re all a little bit weird and we’re all in good company.
I’ve sure come a long way in 14 years and I’m grateful that so many of you have been part of the journey. It’s a journey that has included 3,345 posts and nearly 73,650 comments. That’s a lot of words between us and, while I can’t recall every post and I certainly can’t remember every comment, I can say with certainty that they have all meant something important to me. They have become woven into the fabric of my life and my work, my family and my community. You have changed the way I look at the world because of the things you have said.
You have applauded every thing I’ve ever knit and even some I’ve crocheted and quilted. You have watched Hannah grow up and seen our family expand. You have encouraged me when I struggled, comforted me in my times of sorrow and rejoiced with me when good things have happened. You – each and every one of you reading this – are a part of my story and for that I am truly humbled and incredibly blessed.
So. Cheers to 14 years of the Carole Knits Blog. Thanks for being with me on this journey.
It’s the last Tuesday of the month and that means it’s time to check in on how I am doing with my 2019 One Little Word: Story.
I have actually felt pretty connected to my word this month. I’ve used it as a litmus test for making decisions about things I want to do or not do. What I mean is, when I’m uncertain about something I check in with myself and say, do you want this to be part of your story? It’s a good way to frame a decision and it’s working well for me so far.
The other thing I’ve been doing a lot of is journaling about my word. Today I thought I’d share a cleaned up version of one of my journal entries. I think it’s a perfect one for my first month with this word since it’s the story of how I got my name. And isn’t that really the first story of my life?
In 1965 when I was born there was no way to know in advance if I would be a boy or a girl. My mom, with two sons already, prepared herself mentally for a third boy and chose Peter Jonathan, PJ for short. At the same time, though she dared not let herself hope she’d actually have a daughter, my mom chose the name Caroline for a girl.
So. Here I am. A girl. And my name is not Caroline.
You see, I was rather small at birth, weighing only 6 lbs 6 oz. I expect I seemed extra small since the baby before me, my brother Donald, weighed in at a hefty 9 lbs 11 oz. As the story goes, my mother took one look at me, a tiny red faced babe, and decided the name Caroline was just too big for such a wee thing. (As an adult I pointed out to her that surely she knew I would get bigger but apparently that just didn’t occur to her at the time.) So Caroline was scrapped and it was shortened to Carole. With an E, just like Carole Lombard, an actress my mother had always admired. My middle name became Anne, after my mother’s dear friend Anne Sweeney. She also became my godmother.
Two lovely names. Both With an E on the End. (And yes, in my head, that’s how I’ve always thought of my name. With an E on the End. In caps because it’s Important.)
Here comes the truly ironic part. My mother’s maiden name was Looke. Yep. With an E on the End. The family surname wasn’t always spelled that way but when my grandfather and great grandfather moved from Jonesport, Maine to Brockton, Massachusetts for work they decided, on the train ride south, that adding an E to the End of Look would make it look . . . fancy. So they just did it. Nothing official, they just started signing their names as Looke instead of Look. My mother always rued that E on the End, complaining that she constantly had to spell her name and add that silly E.
You see where this is going?
My mother, who spent her life up until she got married having to remind people about the E on the End of Looke then saddled her only daughter with the same exact burden. And a permanent one at that since it’s not a name that would change when I got married.
It’s all good, though. I actually love my name. And that E on the End? It definitely makes me fancy.
I don’t have a lot of photos from the weekend. In fact, there are only three.
This one of carrot fries. They were great and the recipe is here.
This one of the puzzle we finished Saturday morning. The upper third was tricky, the sky and trees are all very similar. Finishing was sweet.
And this one of the sushi we had on Saturday night. It was delicious.
There were things I did that I did not photograph, though.
I spent Friday afternoon with Jackie. That little bugger is so much fun these days.
I knit my new Stopover sweater
I journaled and thought deep thoughts.
We watched It Happened One Night for our January classic movie night. Now there’s a film that has stood the test of time, it’s fantastic.
How was your weekend? I hope it was everything you wanted it to be.