Well, I guess the season has turned. In the past I would ramble on about leaves turning, the temperatures dropping, the crispness in the air, the rain, oh yes, the rain. All true to be sure. But it seems that the true marking of the season’s change in this house is when I oil the wheel, warp the loom and start to plot the knits.
Rocky Mountain socks, done on our trip. (With cat hair so my family and friends can tell that yes, these were photographed in my house.) Great Patons Kroy yarn, in the Ragg Shades colourway. This yarn is the first time I have looked at sock weight and considered doing a sweater. Briefly. On consideration, that would be a) expensive, b) exceedingly time-consuming and c) the stripes would show in a much different way on a larger scale. These were just great to knit though, and the yarn is bouncy and shimmery. Lots of instant gratification. I trialled some new needles, the Knitters Pride Cubics, so-called “square needles” – they were nice on the hands but the fabric is slightly more flabby than I like. We shall see how these socks hold up. I think I have the smallest needles they make which are 2.75 mm so maybe I will have to go back to smaller and round needles for socks. It will all become clear fairly soon as Grant says he really likes these and will wear them. It’s so nice to knit for someone who appreciates it.
I had to lighten this pic a bit to show the colours of this top more clearly. This is a very fancy shmancy blend of alpaca and silk from the Sassy Sheep. It is gorgeous, and spins so easily, my dear wheel just sits back and accepts it. I plan to make a two ply and weave with it, likely another scarf as I am still besotted with previous efforts done with handspun. This colour way is Forest and it is fairly self-evident why.
No deep thoughts this week, just a check in. We are still coming to terms with resuming the day-to-day after a stellar trip to the Rockies. Funny how, even though we don’t hike like we did in the old days, (no long back packs, no grand isolation,) simply being quiet and appreciating what we actually have makes the point of a getaway so clear. To bring this attitude of mind to every day, to work, to the same old, that’s the thing. Ordinary life, how extraordinary!
(From the very first day of our September trip, in the campground near Kamloops. Before his/her mother called her away.)