Greetings and Happy May! So many flowers are in bloom but it’s been brisk! Goodness….. lots of needed rain however. I spent most of the weekend taking it easy, getting some knitting time in and going over the yoga workshop of last week. I made up the missed day (from my talk at Goddard College) on Monday and since then I’ve been back to the bags in full swing.

The knitting went well and I have just a few rows before I divide for the sleeves. There was some ‘moving the marker’ confusion but I followed the center of each section and worked the stitches accordingly. I am long waisted so I want to remember to add a few rows prior to separating the body for the sleeves. The needles I was using didn’t have a good tip so I switched to my ChiaoGoo needles. I think these really are my favorite…. I love the red (!) love the cable, lace tip and overall feel. The knitting is that much faster now what with all the ssk’s and k2tog’s…. I do get then from this Artfire shop…
Handsome Fibers


Woody is in Miami meeting his girlfriend’s parents and when I asked him if he enjoyed his flight he said… “Well I DO like it when people offer me little snacks……”
Taylor is doing well, working hard at still being a student, but teaching seems to be where his heart is.
Okay so I decided to keep the Baguette! I had to laugh as it was my pick of the week when I offered it! So now it’s housing Christopher’s sweater and a shawl….. I want to reacquaint myself with both projects. We all know how that is? Let’s see……. where did I leave off? At least it’s still on the needles…. I haven’t whipped them out for something else!


You’ve heard me speak of my good buddy Mike from the fabric shop? He’s also knows as Marguerite and was just filmed for a local commercial….. he & she are fantastic!
Enjoy!
Youtube link
Until next week, thanks for being here and let’s remember to slow ourselves down. Maybe if we can we might even find ourselves bored, imagine that
Knit on good women!
Warmly,
Martha.
Adding on…. I just came back from a walk (still Wednesday, now evening) at a special place I haven’t seen in a longtime. My family lived in Shelburne across the field from a then farm, now golf course. The farm wasn’t there long past the mid 60′s, but I remember it clearly, I was seven. The golf course holds so many memories, having seen it for so many years through so many seasons. November I think was my favorite, when the last of the diehard golfers finally vanished…. then it was ours. A huge open area surrounded by woods, with paths I helped make. We walked them often as a family, usually on Sunday’s, but I often walked alone, and sometimes with my sister. Like kids do, we collected what we found and had plastic bags full of all different colored golf tees. There even might have been a separate bag for the special, unbroken tees. There were two duck ponds both surrounded by ill tempered geese, and both became skating ponds in the winter. We cross country skied for miles and once on a full moon, New Year’s Eve, and that’s when I first saw the magic of moon on snow and I’ve been in love with it ever since.
I didn’t know if my favorite path would still be there, so much already looked so different, but it was where I remembered and I was both surprised and happy. I thought of my dad, like the time he told me the woods were ‘constant birth and constant death’… I’ve been wowed ever since. I thought about that and a lot more as I walked the path and then it suddenly wasn’t familiar anymore, and I saw a house on my left. Thinking there was just one, I walked on the edge of the woods but found myself on pavement in a large development. I not only must have looked like a deer in the headlights but I felt like one. It was such an odd feeling…… I found my way back to the woods, up a steep bank and into an open field. Knowing a duck pond was on the other side, I sat on the long grass, surprised that the walk seemed so short, regardless of the fact that the development was there. That far, to the pond, always seemed so long. But everything seemed longer, or slower then. School days, and Saturdays, and summer days….. especially summer days. And now everything is…. different, but just as it should be. Always good to slow things down. Good to feel grounded.
Good to see the path again.
