Need I say more?
Need I say more?
I finished my red cable socks! The yarn is Fleece Artist Merino from Red Bird Knits. The pattern is from the book Knit Socks. It’s one of those board books and it’s shaped like a sock. I had knit this pattern for Dale a while back with some worsted weight yarn and was pleased to see a pattern variation for sock yarn as well. It’s so much fun to knit, moves along pretty quickly, and they fit great! Plus, they are red. And red is my favorite color. And also the Project Spectrum requirement for the month of March.
Hannah’s socks, which are pink and therefore also fulfill the Project Spectrum requirement, are coming along nicely. Sock One is done and Sock Two is started. I don’t anticipate a problem finishing these by the end of the month.
Pink is not just for socks but also for girls and our granddaughter Ambrynn came for a visit on Sunday. She was, appropriately enough, wearing an outfit with a pink heart on the front and pink socks. Look at that grin! And those big blue eyes! Isn’t she adorable?
We sure think so!
ETA: Okay, for all of you who have now forgotten that I am only 40, Ambrynn is my stepson’s daughter, making her my stepgranddaughter – which just sounds too weird to me so I just call her my granddaughter. You all know that Dale is 14 years older than I am, right? So I have grown stepchildren and therefore, two stepgrandchildren. It’s all very neat, actually.
Today is the first day of Spring! Hoo and also ray! I love living in New England where we experience the four seasons (sometimes all in one day!) but my favorite season of all is Spring. I love the “greening” of the earth. I love going outside to the perennial bed and seeing the shoots of my returning plants and I love watching the bulbs force their way up out of the cold earth. I love the pussywillows that I see in swampy areas on my way to work and I love the Spring songs that the birds sing.
But, while the calendar may say Spring, the thermometer is still saying Winter. I do have bulbs coming up and crocus in bloom, (all yellow for some strange reason, even though I planted a variety of colors last Fall) but mostly my yard is still brown. So, I had to go looking for signs of Spring elsewhere and I found them at the Massachusetts Horticultural Society’s New England Spring Flower Show.
There were orchids. Loads and loads of orchids.
This one was my favorite.
There were table settings, each based on a New England character. If I’m remembering correctly, this one was Emily Dickinson and it was Hannah’s favorite. I smiled when Hannah said she like this one because it’s the type of table my mom would have set.
There were unique things made from natural objects, like this chair. This was Dale’s favorite.
There were exotic birds!
But we all agreed that Dorothy was right – there’s no place like home!
Let me say, right off the bat, I’m not Irish. I’m mostly English and a bit Swedish with some Scotch and Welsh and American Indian thrown in to round me out. Nevertheless, I was brought up to honor and celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. Because, on St. Patrick’s Day, everyone is Irish, right?
So, allow me, in honor of the occasion, to tell you a funny story about my mother. My mother believed strongly in celebrating holidays. All holidays, not just the big ones like Thanksgiving and Christmas but all holidays. Valentine’s Day was major at my house, we got gifts like at Christmas. So was St. Patrick’s Day – despite the fact that we were not Irish. We would have corned beef (the grey kind, please) and cabbage and all the other vegetables and Irish soda bread.
So this one year my mother decided we should also have green beer. I think I was actually in college at the time, but, because it was a holiday, I was expected to come home and be with the family. And eat corned beef and cabbage and drink green beer. Are you ready for the funny part? My mother spent days trying to buy green beer. She visited every package store (because that’s what we call them here in New England) in the city searching for green beer. In a bottle. Finally, in desperation, at the last package store in town, she asked the guy at the counter where she could find green beer. He looked at her incredulously and asked her what she was talking about. She told him, “hey, it’s St. Patrick’s Day and I want to serve green beer. You must have green beer! Where can I find the green beer?” After he finished laughing, he said, “lady, you can’t buy green beer. You just buy regular beer and add green food coloring.” “Oh,” said my mother. “I had no idea.” At which point she and her pink cheeks headed to the grocery store to pick up some green food coloring and some Budweiser.
In honor of my mother, I’ll be drinking a wee bit o’ green beer made from Budweiser and food coloring today (then I’ll switch to Guinness, the real beer of Ireland). And, Dale will be wearing his new Irish Hiking scarf – which just so happens to be green. Here’s my Swedish Leprechaun, with Dixie, waving an Irish greeting to you.
Top o’ the morning to you from Carole O’Knits.
Hi. My name is Carole and I have a sock yarn problem.
It’s a little scary that it took 4 pictures to capture all of my sock yarn on film. There’s enough yarn there for 39 pairs of socks. Whoa.
Now granted, some of it, like the Cherry Tree Hill, could be used for shawls and scarves. And some of it is crap yarn that I bought back when I didn’t know what to buy. But still. There’s some great stuff there. Like Vesper and Socks that Rock and Opal. Honestly, most all of it is gorgeous yarn that needs to be knit up into gorgeous socks.
I love sock yarn. I love buying sock yarn. And I have no intention of stopping.
My name is Carole and I don’t have a sock yarn problem at all.