Some knitting

 I've begun some Christmas knitting lately.

There are two feather and fan scarves. I made the mistake of starting the second scarf immediately after finishing the first. Mistake! I was so bored with this pattern, which I usually enjoy, that I could hardly wait to cast off the second scarf.

The pattern calls for three repeats of the pattern, and the scarf on the left is done that way. I decided three repeats made for an awfully wide scarf, though, so I did only two repeats for the second scarf. (I've provided a link to a feather and fan pattern above, but I can't say for sure if it's the pattern I used.)

I've also knit three Barley Hats for charity donations. Some police departments in Maine collect handmade hats to give to the homeless. I'll be taking these to an area police department.

The Barley Hat pattern is free and well-written. The link above will take you to the free pattern.

I never thought it would come to this.

I've been painting rocks.

And you know what? It's really fun. It gives me a chance to create something pretty in very little time,...and forget the state of our country for awhile. I then hide the rock for others to find. I hope these rocks bring the finders a smile.

I began noticing painted rocks on Pinterest and admiring their beauty.

I have no natural artistic talent, so I tried a few styles before finding the one that works best for me.

I also witnessed a young girl (pictured here) finding someone's painted rock on Bailey Island a few weeks ago. The girl, about ten or so, was walking just ahead of me by the shore and found this beauty.

She hadn't heard of the painted rock movement, so I explained to her that she could either keep the rock, or she could hide it for someone else to find. She said without hesitation, "I want to keep it." She's from Connecticut, so that's where this beautifully painted rock now resides.


...and, I should admit,  I was jealous that she had found the rock before I could find it myself!

As I said before, I have no natural artistic talent, so it took some experimenting for me to find just the design that I can create successfully.

I mailed this box of four rocks to my sister who's visiting in Idaho at the moment. She promptly hid them around town, and she has kept me posted on which of them have been found.





I've decided mandalas work best for me. I've always admired the beauty of mandalas .

My mandala-painting equipment is simple: a toothpick with one flat (blunt) end, some acrylic paint, some acrylic sealer, and some rocks.

Craft stores sell bags of nice, smooth river-bottom rocks, Dollar Tree sells these for $1, and I also find rocks when I'm out walking.

The large rock on the left has been sitting in my small flower garden for years. Recently I brought it inside, cleaned it, and painted a mandala on it. It's back in my flower garden now.

 I spotted this rock in a neighbor's driveway last week. It looked as if it would appreciate some gussying-up, so I pocketed it, brought it home...

...added a mandala...

...and returned it to its home yesterday. I checked this morning, and it's still sitting where I placed it, so I don't think the homeowners have found it yet.
















If you're on Facebook, you can find several sites there for painted rocks that have been found and enjoyed.

I've yet to find a painted rock, but I'll keep looking.

Mason jar centerpiece

I've been in love with Mason jars for years. I used them only for canning until about two years ago.

I'm still canning with them, but I've also branched out to painting them to use as centerpieces, mantel decorations, etc.

On Etsy and Pinterest I've long admired painted Mason jars tucked into shallow wooden boxes and used for flower arrangements.

I almost bought an old wooden box at a flea market last weekend, but I wasn't sure it was the size I needed.

On Sunday it occurred to me that Ken could probably make me the wooden box, so I showed him photos on Pinterest of what I needed, and he promptly got to work.

Soon I had a small, shallow wooden box just the right size for three one-pint Mason jars.

Now it was time for me to get to work.

I stained the box a somewhat dark color.

 

Then I got out my acrylic paints, poured some pure white into a small container, added a few drops of brown paint, stirred in some Plaster of Paris, and now had chalk paint.

I gave the jars two or three coats of the paint.

While the jars were drying, I went outside and cut some hydrangea blossoms.

 I sprayed the jars with an acrylic sealer, placed the hydrangea blossoms in them, tied a bit of jute around the neck of each jar, and that was it.

I'm enjoying my Mason jar centerpiece. I've seen them priced from $25 to $40 on Etsy, but mine were practically free. And I had fun putting it all together.

Still knitting!

Some knitters take the summer off. I don't. I like to have something on my needles at all times.

These felted coin purses are a good way to use up odds and ends of worsted wool yarn. They're also much more convenient, I find, for storing credit cards, gift cards, insurance cards, etc., than putting them in those "file" areas of one's wallet. When I need a specific card, I can remove all of them at once from the coin purse and quickly sift through them to find the one I want.

The little purses are hand knit and machine felted. I used the "Felted Coin Purse" pattern by Viola Soffe. It's a free pattern on Ravelry.

We were in Camden recently, and when I go to Camden, my first stop is always The Cashmere Goat, a lovely yarn shop. I made a beeline for the "discount yarn" bins and selected two skeins of wool blend yarns to make hats for charity. The first hat is done: "Barley," by Tin Can Knits. It's another free pattern, and the hat is a joy to knit. I made it in the "Adult S" size, but the pattern has directions from size Baby to Adult Large.

Finally, I've been wanting to try Kristien Rettig's "Gingersnap" baby cardigan. I used three balls of mystery cotton or cotton blend that I bought at a yarn sale years ago. I suspect the yarn is DK rather than the worsted called for, but I did end up with a baby cardigan, so I'll donate it somewhere when the time is right. The pattern is a free download on Ravelry, and there's also a pattern for a matching cardigan for an 18" doll.

Horses and tomatoes

While Sage and I were out walking one evening recently, and I was encouraging her to do her Final Wizz of the Day, suddenly we heard the sound of pounding hooves.

I looked back toward our driveway, then directly across the road at our neighbor's driveway. There, coming out of their driveway, were their three horses, on the lam.

Sage and I stood perfectly still as the horses galloped past us to the neighbors down the road.

By now the horses' owners and Ken, too, were onto what the horses had done, so they took off, on foot, in pursuit of them

Minutes later the horses came galloping back up the road, past their own driveway, and on to the neighbors just up the road.

There they were taken into custody and marched back to their pasture. I suspect their fifteen or so minutes of freedom were worth it.

 Meanwhile, on our back deck, the patio tomatoes are doing well. We'll be eating fresh tomatoes before much longer.

There's nothing like a fresh tomato, unless it's a fresh cucumber. No cucumbers were available for this photo shoot on the deck, since they're down in my garden patch,with the rest of my tomato plants, but we might start enjoying them as early as next week.

Back again

I haven't been very attentive to my poor blog lately.

One reason is because I suspect it's hardly worth reading.

Another reason is because we've had such miserable weather  this spring that my desire to think at all creatively has been nearly drained.

But the weather has taken a turn for the better, so I've decided my attitude had better do the same.

I saved another life recently. I was just coming down to earth from the thrill of saving a little hummingbird when I came across this little creature early one morning as Sage and I took our daily walk.

This little guy was in the middle of the road, so it was only a matter of time before he became a squashed little guy.

I scooped him up into my hands, where he lay motionless for a few seconds; then as my hands warmed him, he perked up.

I carried him home, took a couple of photos, and placed him in my rock garden. I haven't seen him since, but I suspect he's finding life comfortable among the plants.

He's a red eft newt, common to the Northeast, or so I read when I googled his photo. He can live as many as 15 years, and he can grow to as much as five inches long. He's got some growing to do. Years ago I used to see red eft newts just about every day on my summer morning walks. I seldom see them any more, so I was especially determined to save this one's life.

In the knitting department, I made this Multnomah shawl with a skein of Malbrigio Mechita fingering-weight yarn which I bought at The Quarter Stitch in New Orleans in April. (Great yarn shop, but with a husband waiting outside for me, I had to hurry. I gave everything a quick glance, grabbed the yarn, paid for it, and fled.)

This is my fifth or sixth Multnomah, and with every single one of them the stitch numbers in the feather and fan section have come out wrong. Suddenly, in the middle of the night about a week ago, it dawned on me why I've made this mistake on every single Multnomah shawl. Now I'm eager to knit another one just to see if my theory is correct.

My vegetable garden is planted, but what will survive and what won't survive is still unknown. With so much rain and cold in April and May, I had no choice, if I was going to plant anything at all, but to plant the seedlings in soggy soil. Some tomato plants look fine, some don't. The green peppers appear happy, as do the lettuces and the kale. The cucumber, zucchini, and butternut squash seedlings are just beginning to develop nicely. I think they might do okay. Ken finally planted his potato patch last week. He was getting a bit discouraged about the late planting, too. I hope his crop does well.

Heavy thundershowers are predicted for this afternoon, so I'd better shut down my computer and find something else that needs attention.

A hummingbird in distress

On Saturday morning I decided to (finally) take the potted, dead ficus tree from the garage to the woods and dump it out so I could use its planter.
It had been sitting in the garage all winter, after I decided it was just never going to be the tree it once was. It was about 18 years old, so it owed us nothing.

As I lifted the tree by its trunk, I heard a peeping sound.

I was sure I'd imagined it, but as I moved the tree toward the garage door, I heard the peeping again.

I set the tree down and looked into its branches. There, perched precariously, sat a female ruby-throated hummer.

I was surprised it didn't fly away, but then I realized it couldn't. It's feet and beak were covered in a sticky substance.

I carefully removed the bird's tiny feet from the branch, then I carefully removed the sticky substance from its beak.

The hummer was exhausted. I don't know how long it had gone without food because it couldn't get to food or even open its beak.

I took the hummer out onto our back deck, to the hummingbird feeder, and carefully stuck its beak into the feeder opening. I couldn't tell if the bird drank any nectar or not.

I repeated this every few minutes, and eventually I could see, by the movement of the muscles in the back of her neck, that she was was, indeed, drinking some nectar.

I placed her in a plant pot beside the feeder and let her rest awhile.

After 30 minutes or so I found her perched on a leaf branch of the geranium.

A little later she flew down onto the deck floor, and eventually she flew off the deck and toward the woods.

I hope she survived. I don't know what the sticky substance was that she'd gotten into. I'm thinking maybe it was pine pitch.

I've seen hummers at the feeder regularly since Saturday, and I like to think one of them is "my" hummer.

Ken drives, I knit

I know. I know. I can hardly believe it myself: I'm back!

Let's see. Since I last posted a blog update, we've driven to New Orleans and back, I've started some vegetable seedlings, we've both complained about our cold, wet spring, and I've had cataract surgery.

But my knitting-on-the-road gets first dibs.

As we ventured down to New Orleans and back to Maine, I managed to finish the second sock of the rainbow pair above.

I knit several hats to donate to various organizations this coming fall, as winter approaches.

I knit a hat to go with the green cabled child's cardigan that I finished before we left for New Orleans.

 I knit a second hat in this pattern, because it works up very attractively with this particular yarn.

 I started a new pair of socks.

I knit an apple green hat in the same pattern.

Then I knit another apple green hat, and we arrived home!

I'm always so happy to get back home from any trip. New Orleans was great. I'll share some photos of it in my next post.

Linnea's laces

This morning I've been ironing Linnea's freshly-washed laces.

Linnea was my good friend Lynn's aunt. 'Nea (pronounced "Naya"), as she was called,  lived on a farm in New Sweden, Maine, which is in the far northern area of this large state.

She and her husband Evold farmed and lived quite simply in the Anderson family's home. Their home was one of the first homes built in New Sweden when their ancestors immigrated to Maine from Sweden in the late 1800's.

I'm sure Linnea's daily life was full with the chores of farm living. Somehow, though, she found the time to create beautiful laces.

Lynn has been sorting through many of her ancestors' treasures. When she comes across Linnea's needlework, she passes it on to me. Lynn has known me for 45 years, so she knows how much I love and treasure fine needlework.

Linnea was adept, obviously, at tatting (in the top photo), filet crochet, and "regular" crochet.

Many of these pieces of  lace are edgings for pillowcases. Imagine having the time to trim pillow cases with elegant, handmade lace.

This is one of my favorite of 'Nea's laces. A couple of years ago, when I was making a quilt block for a group quilt for one of Lynn's soon-to-arrive grandchildren, I attached a piece of this lace to the block I was designing. That grandchild, now two-year-old Liv, doesn't yet realize her quilt contains lacework from one of her Swedish ancestors. I'll tell her when she's a little older.

I'm not sure what this blue lace was intended for. Maybe for edging several pillow cases, or maybe for curtains.

It's beautiful.

Lynn has also given me a pile of Linnea's needlework booklets. Most have prices of 15¢ on the cover, so that gives you and idea of their age.

I was thrilled to make a special discovery as I thumbed through one of the crochet booklets. It's the pattern for the doily centerpiece currently on my dining room table. I made that doily about 25 years ago, from a photocopy of the pattern given to me by my Aunt Jean in New Brunswick. Aunt Jean and I both loved that pattern. She made over twenty-five of these centerpiece doilies; I made perhaps seven or eight. I've always wished I had an original of that pattern. Now I do.

I'm keeping Linnea's laces stored in a special box so they don't get twisted and neglected. Such lovely laces deserve to be treasured.