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What’s that glowing in the night sky?
The Knit-Signal, calling all knitters and helpful folks to the aid of those in need — in this case, cash donations urgently needed for aid in Haiti. Stephanie, the Yarn Harlot explains it all here — I love how she uses the metaphor “donations, even little ones, add up like stitches on a sweater.” Her favorite charity is Doctors Without Borders, and so she has put together Knitters Without Borders
or Tricoteuses Sans Frontières, which sounds even cooler. If you make a donation to Doctors Without Borders and let Stephanie know, you become a member of Knitters Without Borders and are karmically entitled to use the badge and enjoy that warm fuzzy feeling. Stephanie also draws names of folks who have let her know they’ve donated and distributes some swag to them — I’ve offered some of my hand dyed sock yarn for that as well.
I’ve split our donation between them and CARE, but there are many other fine organizations helping the people of Haiti cope with this horrific disaster. I hope that you can add a stitch or two into the sweater of aid that the world is putting together.
I made this Jacob’s Ladder Seaman’s Scarf for a friend of ours who is a captain on tugboats along the Pacific Coast.
I knit scarves and hats for the Seaman’ s Church Institute ‘s Christmas at Sea program, which gives them to merchant mariners in US ports during December. It was nice to knit seaman’s scarf for a seaman I actually knew!
If you look closely at the picture of the whole scarf, you’ll see that there are two different colors of yarn. I truly did not notice this until well along on the second color! So the neck ribbing and one front panel are reddish brown and the other panel is plain brown for the bottom half. In self defense, I can only say that I grabbed the yarn balls out of the basket quickly, and did much of the knitting while traveling with Greg on his book tour, so indifferent light conditions much of the time. But the scarf is still warm to wear.
I don’t remember growing older
When did they?
When did she get to be a beauty?
When did he get to be so tall?
Wasn’t it yesterday
When they were small?
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze
—From Fiddler on the Roof, lyrics by Sheldon Harnick
My daughter and youngest child, Alex, graduated from high school Saturday. My Sunrise Socks were finished a few days days ago, and were just the right thing to wear.
This is now a season of last and first things: last high school play, last time getting up to make a 7:30 class, last day of school, last child getting ready to leave home: in September, the first time with no children under my roof for weeks on end, first time in a zillion years with no parent meetings or school volunteer needs.
But perhaps not the last time for a student to hug a favorite teacher.
And why were those socks exactly the right thing to wear? Because their colors are graduated, of course.
I went down to Seattle today to meet Susan for lunch — she’s a fellow member of The Gunroom, and also a Whipstick Knitter. Having a little time to kill before our lunch, I went over to Pike Place Market, and stopped at Beecher’s Cheese to replenish the larder a bit. It was the first time I’d been there when they were making cheese. The blurry, through the window, picture above shows just a section of a vast oval vat, one of two that was being stirred to create curds. The hip young thing behind the counter asked me what is becoming The Usual Question: “Did you knit that purse?” She went on to explain that she’d just taught herself to knit, but hadn’t tried felting yet. I gave her a couple of tips and told her about Knitty, but she was already in the know.
I met Susan at Wild Ginger, and passed on some yarn for her to use in an ongoing charity project of hers, knitting wee blankets for kittens brought to animal shelters. Appropriately enough, we both ate with chopsticks, expertly wielded.
A quick return to Pike Place Market yielded some roasted fennel ravioli and a sourdough ficelle from DeLaurenti and South African Boerewors from Uli’s Famous Sausage, all of which should make a tasty dinner. The harissa from Market Spice will be for another day.