Tag: afghans

Flatlining 2

I may be brain dead. I can’t think of a single interesting thing to say. Here are some pictures.

Rye soda bread:

Rye Soda Bread

This was amazing! I looked at a couple of recipes and then just ended up winging it. It’s basically plain old soda bread with rye flour. It was exceptional.

Ratatouille with a fried egg:


I used this recipe, and I will definitely be using it again. If you like eggplant, make this. Really. It’s savory and filling in all the right ways.


Ripple Recon

I might be fantasizing about a ripple afghan. Who knows why . . .

And no pictures for this, but I’m reading The Historian. What a book! As soon as I hit “post,” I’m diving back in.

And blogs! I’ve added several new knitting blogs to my daily reads list. I’m still getting to know these bloggers, but so far I’m liking what I’ve found. Check ‘em out!

Hopefully, brain activity will resume at Casa Knit Potion soon. I’ll keep you posted.

Knitting Is Good For You, Gives You Strength 0

I love the Tour de France. Loooooove the Tour de Fleece. But I couldn’t keep up the pace of my personal challenge this year. Well, I guess I could have, but doing so meant less time for reading and much less time for knitting.

Last year, it worked out. I managed to devote the number of minutes to spinning each day that the riders rode in miles. This year, I kept it up through Stage 10, but then summer things started happening, like visitors and gardening and going places. Getting in the set amount of spinning directly correlated with very little knitting. I just couldn’t take it anymore. A person has to knit. It’s like Guinness. 


So knitting. Here we are yesterday morning. I was knitting while waiting for P to get ready to go run errands. Lola was helping.

Pink Sock 1

I knitted in the car, and I knitted when we got home. And I even woke up in the night and knitted.

Pink Socks 2

Lola was dubious about this decision.

Pink Sock 3

But it was all good. I also made a start at using some of the zucchini bounty from our garden. We had Glazed Lemon Zucchini Bread for dessert, and it was pretty tasty.

Lemon Zucchini Bread 2

I think we ate about a third of a 9 x 5 loaf!

Lemon Zucchini Bread 1

And here’s the really fun news. Remember the wedding afghan? Well, here it is in situ:

Wedding Afghan In Situ

I got this picture from my friend J. She knew it would make me smile, and she was right. It brings me huge happiness to see her babies enjoying the knit love.

Here Now. 1


So it turns out that the up side of the weighty heart-fullness I was feeling earlier this week was the joy I got to experience this weekend.  The wedding that occasioned The Wedding Afghan happened, and it was everything you’d ever want a wedding to be. It was like the giant wheels of the world stopped spinning for a minute and let a little group of people be absolutely happy.

The tank is full. I know that all of us who were there this weekend will ride for miles and miles on the love. The bride—my oldest and dearest friend—was radiant. You hear people describe a glowing bride, and sometimes the words are just the ones it seems appropriate to say. Not this time. J was shining–gorgeous and happy and channeling some kind of crazy amazing energy that affected everyone there. And her groom was the person she deserves, someone so right I had to keep pinching myself to make sure it was all real and that he wasn’t just someone I’d dreamed for her.

J and J

My own wedding is one of my happiest memories. I married the love of my life, on a splendid day, surrounded and affirmed by people dear to my heart. Despite this, I realize I’ve continued to side with Shakespeare on the happy ending front. His weddings are always peppered with subtle indications that the happily-ever-afters they announce are up for grabs. And when has Shakespeare ever been wrong about human nature? This weekend’s wedding has made me rethink my skepticism, though.

J and Boys

Maybe, I’ve been missing something. Maybe when the bride and groom are right for each other and the people gathered to help them formally mark the start of their life together believe in and love them, maybe then the motions we go through to signal the occasion are more than motions. 

The Committee

Maybe our standing up for our friends and raising a glass and dancing late into the night to celebrate with them really are the magic they seemed to be this weekend . . .

That I was able to give J and J the afghan I knit for them, something with blessings and good energy in every stitch, meant a lot to me. I hope they feel the love every time they snuggle under it.


As for trip knitting, the Pi Shawl got some: 

Pi Shawl in car

Pi Shawl in hotel

And the second stripey sock:

Stripey Sock 2 in car

And what about the dog? There has to be a dog, right?

This precious girl took care of that:

Foxy Brown



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The wedding afghan is off the needles, and I proclaim it a good knit. It was interesting without requiring a lot of concentration, and I like the finished blanket. And even though I used a wool/acrylic blend (I worry about gifting 100% wool for something that might require regular washing), the feel of it is very nice, kind of heavy and drapey. Plus, I got to try out a new technique for joining yarn—the magic knot. I’ve been searching for a good way to join slicker yarns, and a knitting friend suggested I try this method. It’s perfect! The join is very secure and hardly noticeable at all. Here’s a video that shows how to do it. I can’t wait to use it the next time I’m doing colorwork because it completely eliminates the need to weave in ends!


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In other news, I made a second galette. It turned out much prettier than the first and just as tasty. I think I’m hooked.


Galette No 2


And during the day today, I sat outside on the porch and worked on work and the second stripey sock. It seemed like a fair arrangement, and I was certainly a happier worker than I would have been sans stripey sock.


Sunday Work


The next thing I need to decide on the knitting front is what to start as a travel project. We’ll be in the car for half a day going to and from the upcoming wedding. I’m considering the Pi Shawl (which I’ve wanted to knit forevahhhh) in some gorgeous unspun Icelandic, Citron in Malabrigo Lace in the “Amor Intenso” colorway, and the Churchmouse Easy Folded Poncho in Rowan Felted Tweed in “Maritime.” I’ve got the yarn for all of these so just need to decide which will complement CeCe to make the best travel combo. I actually cast on for CeCe on Friday night. Woohooo!

The other thing I did this weekend was finish listening to the audiobook version of A Deadly Wandering: A Tale of Tragedy and Redemption in the Age of Attention. The book is by Matt Richtel, who won a Pulitzer for the reporting he did on distracted driving, and I think it’s an absolutely essential read. It explains recent findings in neuroscience that are in the same league as what Laurance Gonzales presents in terms of scope and impact. The fascinating bottom line is that our ability to pay attention is not unlimited. Who knew???

Research is showing that no matter how smart you are or how hard you try, if you are human, you simply cannot pay attention to two things at once. You can go back and forth, but as Richtel shows, that is not at all the same thing. The anchor for the book is the story of Reggie Shaw, a 19-year-old whose texting while driving resulted in a wreck that killed two rocket scientists. In telling Reggie’s story, the book covers the science of attention going all the way back to World War II and stretching forward up to the moment the book was published in 2014. It’s a great read, and it reveals things about the way the brain works that blew me away.

And last but not least, weekend news revealed this. Whew!

Checking In 2

It’s been several days since I posted, so I just wanted to check in and say hi. Here are a few pics to give you an idea of what I’ve been up to. I cast on the second of my purple and red stripey socks while having lunch at the local diner.

Diner Cast On

Progress has been happening on the wedding afghan.

Wedding Afghan

Rudimentary bean tower for foot-long beans has been erected, and beans and other seedlings are in the ground.

Bean Tower

Last night we had dinner at a restaurant near the Appalachian Trail. It’s a combination hostel, restaurant, hiker refuel station.  Every Friday and Saturday night during the summer they have fried catfish. The restaurant has recently opened for the season, so this was the 2015 inaugural dinner. I knitted while we waited for our food.

Dinner Knitting

And this sweetie spent the night hitting us up for wayward french fries. Code adherence is spotty out here. And I’m okay with that.

Baby 2

More soon. Thanks for stopping by!