Tag: crochet

Weekending . . . 2

Do you know about the Scrap Yarn Sock Advent Calendar? I’ve been waiting for this year’s knit along ever since I realized I’d just missed it last year. Every day, starting December 1st, you get instructions for that day’s stripe. By the end of Advent, you have a pair of colorful, fun stripey socks! I can hardly wait!

I think all my crocheting lately has been about the COLOR!!

Squares 4

I’ve been crocheting colorful squares during reading.

Squares 2

I’ve been crocheting colorful squares during movie watching.

Squares 3

I’ve basically been living with a crochet hook in my hand!

When it occurred to me that the Scrap Yarn Advent Sock was on the horizon, I realized I’d let my Travel Shawl languish. My plan now is to try to finish it by the time the sock knit along starts on December 1st. I’ve got about three and a half repeats of the main pattern left to do, plus the border. I’m not sure I’ll make it, but I’m going to give it a good try.

Wedding knitting

The Travel Shawl deadline has proven invigorating. That, a little visiting, and a nice long walk are on the agenda for today.

I took this on yesterday’s walk. It’s one of our local woodpecker hangouts.

Woodpecker tree

What are you up to this weekend?

Otherwise 1

Blanket Squares


A post on the Brain Pickings Facebook page started me thinking about Jane Kenyon earlier this week. Her poem “Otherwise” gets in my head from time to time and stays there. I find the truth of it both wonderful and awful.



I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.

At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.

—Jane Kenyon


On this Thanksgiving eve, my wish for all of us is that we have the capacity to recognize and embrace the wonderful things that are. It could so easily be otherwise.

Friends in High Places 4

My dear friend Cari has written a funny, thought provoking, inspiring, makes-you-want-to-pull-up-your-britches-and-do-something-amazing account of her trip to see the fiber arts exhibit at the Bellefonte Museum in Pennsylvania this weekend. A piece of her artwork figured prominently in the show, and this was something that turned her inside out in all sorts of ways and ultimately left her ready for more. It’s the best blog post I’ve read in a long time. Be sure to  check it out, and when you do, notice the awesome Thin Edge of the Wedge scarf she’s wearing in the photo. Handknits in action, baby!

Things around here are moving along. Saturday was errand day which always includes a fun lunch:

Crochetl lunch

And a visit with Miss Kitty at the feed store:


We found out this time that her name is actually Lucy. Apparently, the best place for feed store kitties in the winter is in the middle of the dog bed display. Makes sense to me.

Christmas gift knitting is probably going to start soon, but for now I’m indulging myself with crochet squares in every color of yarn I can dig out of my stash. I find the holidays kind of hard—good in many ways, but a bit stressful and sad too—so this is proving highly therapeutic.

I’ve also been going for walks. Paul and Blade and Dulce and I went on a nice hike up the mountain one day last week.

Walk 2

And yesterday Blade and I wandered over to the little cemetery that’s not too far from our house.

Cemetery rev

Walk 1

And last night there was seed bread.

Seed cake

Now I’m off to yoga. Wishing you peace and love, my friends. Thanks for stopping by.

Crochet Potion 4

Hello, Friends — I’m still here. Feels like the world is upside down these days. In our corner we’ve had sick chickens and a burst well pipe on the list of worries. This is going on behind my house right now.


Even the weather is strange. We’re having wind gusts up to 50 mph. We spent most of the morning retrieving all the things that blew down the mountain during the night.

In the middle of the crazy, there has been this rose, blooming outside the vet’s office, in November.


And there has been knitting, of course—mostly on the Travel Shawl—and also crocheting. 

Dinner and Crochet

I’m thinking of a blanket.

Yarn 1

Yarn 2

For now, it’s back to work. Gotta make some money so we can pay the vet and the well guys. Hope you are all well out there and that even during the crazy you’re finding a little time to do the things you love.

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.

Checking In 1

Happy Thursday, knitting people! I’m just popping in as promised to say a quick hello during my work marathon. There is definitely a light at the end of the editing tunnel, and the Tour de Fleece starts on Saturday, so things are looking up.

My knitting is all at a stage that requires at least a minimal level of concentration, and I needed something mindless for work breaks today, so I pulled out the granny square blanket I’ve been crocheting forever. It was just the thing.

Breakfast Crochet

At some point I really need to spread out all the squares and take a picture.

On another note, I love hearing and reading about men who knit (actually about any knitter who goes against the stereotype), and I’ve come across a  couple of fun interviews with knitting men over the last couple of days—this one with Gregory Patrick and this one with Stephen West. There is definitely a Lost and Found Poncho in my future. 

In other fiber news . . . make sure you don’t miss this. The pictures alone are worth the price of admission.