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22 Aug 2013

Contradiction in Blue

Blue is considered a cool colour, but add a touch yellow or grey and it morphs warm. Of course, with adjustments colours can be warm or cool.

I think my preference for blue resides in my genes. My mother is a fan, and so was my grandmother. My mother told me that my grandmother once said, "A Patch of Blue For a Gown of Blue." I've never forgotten that phrase because it's unique and poetical. Besides, the phrase, A Patch of Blue has a nice ring to it. It could be the title of short story, or a fitting name for a store, so no pinching, please.☺

Cool or warm? I have no preference. I love every shade of blue, although over the years I've tried to fight it. Why? Because, for me, it's a predictable choice and I don't want to be hidebound, so a couple of years ago I did something radical: I decorated the bathroom in purple--purple shower curtain, mats, and accessories. For all you purple lovers out there, I have nothing against purple. Really, the only thing wrong with purple is that it isn't blue. Needless to say, I hated that bathroom. The moral: don't go against your grain, or as written by the world's greatest bard "to thy own self be true." True blue that is.

Unfortunately, I don't own a blue car. My furniture isn't blue, but there's blue it in. My hair isn't blue, but I know that's chic and there's a large chance that it might look smashing. Yes, I've sighed heavily over these over sights, but the good news is things can and do change, so Ra Ra to a future draped in blue!


"There's no blue without yellow or orange." Vincent Van Gogh  You don't say!

♦  Yarn ~ Malabrigo colour Impressionist Sky. The create clip by Kelly Rae Roberts. The uber sweet card by Nina Chen waits to be filled out.

 ♦ The wee tool--a stitch picker upper; it saved me when I was knitting my Rock Island Shawl.

♦ Enjoy the song and the weekend!


20 Aug 2013

Milestones

 Strathcona number five two, from my last post, hot off the needles. Sometimes a girl just has to have two. I knit the other one from linen. I love how linen softens with wash and wear.  Hopefully, there's a linen sweater project somewhere in my queue.

For a milestone birthday. Can a girl receive too many flowers? I think not.







15 Aug 2013

More Than One ~ Filling The Gap

 Slipping easily from one knitting project to another, with a book small enough to fill the gap, and a breeze billowing through the curtains, while drinking tea creates, as far as I'm concerned, the best of days. The only thing I'd add: a hammock under a shady tree by a river, or, preferably, the sea.

The Snow Goose by Paul Gallico is, I think, required reading in high school, although not when I went to school. It's a wee tale that expands the heart. The setting: a lighthouse in the marshlands by the sea where the reader, for a time, also resides because it's so well rendered. While critics frown on the author's use of telling instead of showing and the book's sentimentality, it's a book well worth reading because sentiment is, after all, what makes us human. Further, if deeply felt, sentiment helps us to relate to other people in a non-judgmental way, recognize goodness and good intentions, and it can awaken and foster compassion, which, in turn, often inspires people to do great things.

Over the years, I've read The Snow Goose several times. It's one of those books that you reach for at certain times, for certain reasons. If you haven't read it, and you aren't easily daunted by the moral lessons of, in this case, fine instructive sentiment, ;^}it's a great read.

 The multicoloured scarf  ~ my second Strathcona and the fingerless mitts designed by me.
Yarn:  Fleece Artist ~ Schooner, and Quince and Co., Chickadee ~ Pomegranate.

Enjoy the weekend!


9 Aug 2013

Through An Open Window

Over the last month, I've been in contact with two old friends. These encounters boggle the mind..how many years? One tries to tally--to add and subtract--to reckon, but in the end it doesn't matter because history renders time irrelevant. How? Although our lives have changed drastically, the time shared is sacrosanct--it's encapsulated, pressed on the memory banks, or so near the surface that when the other person brings up an experience there's a beacon of light that mingles in the rare air.

There's much to catch up on; good times and bad, laughter and sorrow, and memories surface that one wants to forget; there's yearning, but when it all comes full circle there's a meeting--an understanding that's grounded and surpasses time; it's also about growth--expansion, coupled with a wink of wisdom.

For me, it is not really about looking back; it's more about liberation. It's breezy--fresh and animated--like admiring a summer's day through an open window.


7 Aug 2013

It's Time

Although it was on my list, I never got around to knitting a hat for my son last year. Why? Because when I decided to knit it, it took a few weeks to get the yarn and then one thing led to another and well, it just didn't materialize.

As Robert Burns said, "The best laid plans...often go awry." I am glad I waited though because the light is great this time of year, which I appreciate, especially when I am knitting with black yarn on dark harmony needles.

So recently I sat down and whipped up a this hat.  I didn't have any measurements, so I guessed; here's hoping it fits. Since fall and winter are "months" away (O, yes, I'm an die hard optimist!), it looks like I'm way ahead of the game.

Of course, I'd love to  post pictures of him wearing the hat, but he's a bit camera shy.
As you can see, it is too large for me, so I'm thinking it will fit. If not, it's back to the drawing board.



Where to put those wee knitting notions? The tin box is from the Michael's Store, and I bought the sweet knitting cats zippered pouch here. [I also found a pencil case that is just the right size for a sock project--not pictured.] The yarn, Lark, is from Quince and Company, I love their yarns and their friendly service!


2 Aug 2013

Children of the Jaguar ~ Good News!

Children of the Jaguar

Wonderful news! It happens.  Keep signing those petitions.

Enjoy the weekend...

31 Jul 2013

Stateside

Recently I took a trip to Lake Placid and Lake George. The people were warm, friendly and the atmosphere festive.  In both towns, flowers tumbled out from every conceivable spot--welcoming, sporting their stuff.

And, of course, a backdrop of forested mountains rise, in light and shadow, one behind the other, creating a series of colour graduations that float from green to blue, and as the eye moves higher, the mist softens and smooths, playing with the form of the trees.

At the Olympic Rink in Lake Placid, several skaters were practicing their moves on a surface of ice that, I'm certain, can't help but inspire and cultivate their dreams of Olympic gold. The ski jump--formidable; it shoots straight up from a forested mountain. The speed skating track another wonder. I stared at it through the fence and although it was 34 degrees C, or 93.2 F, I could easily imagine the power and the grace of the skaters as they swung their way around the track.


The flat roof is a berm energy saving roof.
The good news no visible signs of logging anywhere. Yes!
 I loved all the flags lining the streets and fronting the buildings.
   Lake Placid. So beautiful I wanted to stay!


Hollyhocks. The red shirt in the window didn't escape my notice.
Who could resist? I was a bit excited so I forgot to take pictures inside the store. There were so many beautiful knitted shawls, sweaters etc. And the lady on duty was friendly and helpful!



26 Jul 2013

Dreams



I ordered carrots.


 Your dreams are the buds of a gift you've been given. Each action you make towards your dream (s) expands that giving.  Open ~ Allow ~ Give.  Pass it on. Bloom!



"It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting." Paulo Coelho The Alchemist
The Alchemist
via Goodreads ~ A pristine cover. Mine is well-worn.

Dreams

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

Langston Hughes



Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16075#sthash.E1Pei8eL.dpuf
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16075#sthash.E1Pei8eL.dpuf

23 Jul 2013

Cool Thoughts


Even though it has been terrifically hot, as you can see, I've been thinking cool thoughts. I made this beret for my sister last year, and since she lives in another province, I decided, last week, to whip up another one for me. The Dolan is a quick and easy knit. 

George and Martha Washington, I presume.
I was surprised to see Yarrow and Brown-Eyed Susans so early, so thought I'd share. I hope all of you are enjoying summer!

15 Jul 2013

Naturally--Dyed in the Wool

Another house that I visited in the village had hand dyed wool, a loom and spinning wheels. As you can see from the pictures, the colours are beautiful. The hues are mostly muted. I would definitely like to knit with some of these natural colours. I especially like the apple bark dyed yarn and how about the one on the table to the far right? Lovely!
From left to right, apple bark is in the second bowl in the back row and is on the right.  Cochineal, or carmine dye is made from an insect acid, which I can't imagine using, but it has been used for centuries and is still used in food colouring and lipstick, but what a gorgeous colour.
I wish I knew how to operate a loom.
A little over exposed, but, again, 1840's style. Does anyone know how this delicate shawl was made?  Is it weaved?

8 Jul 2013

Through the Mill

Saturday was a  beautiful day for leisurely walk through the village. There's so much to see, so many questions to ask and an afternoon just isn't long enough. Luckily, the admission price covers two visits!

My first stop was the Woolen Mill. Powered by water, it made life easier for the ladies who, of course, did all of  the carding and the spinning of the wool by hand.

Your about to see innovation in action--a water powered 1840's style woolen factory that is, so hang on your hats and be prepared to be amazed.

Step inside.

The right stuff. 
Must have be a chilly place to work in the winter.
A few bobbins full.
1840's style. I like the buttons-practical. Hmmmm.

Adding to the ambiance...fitting.
Throw that shuttle.
Fluffing machine. The dried corn cobs do the job well.


Without central heating, these blankets would  have come in handy, and I love the pretty blue stripes.


 
Along with roving, blankets and other items, there's also wool for sale.


The camera shy culprits at large

With my free ticket, I think I'll visit again in August or September?  But then I did see the sweetest picture by Kelly Rae Roberts in the village store that I am sorry I left behind... If you haven't seen her work, do have a look. What an uplifting delight!

7 Jul 2013

Soar

Today's aphorism: If there's no way through, fly over. Soar!


2 Jul 2013

Short Story

 I've finally posted a short story. (Click short story tab on top of page to read.) I submitted this story to a thematic writing competition called The Hidden City. Although this story wasn't chosen for that publication, I did enjoy writing it.




1 Jul 2013

Time to Celebrate!

Happy Canada Day to my Canadian pals!



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29 Jun 2013

Spotlight on Tan

Mists of Memory 

The Garden of Evening Mists is set against the backdrop of The Cameron Highlands in Malaysia. A place where the main character's hidden memories circle and swirl, revealing as they lift the clarity and depth of what makes us human and inhuman as memory is plumbed against a fault line of occupation and rebellion.
 
From the beginning, this book draws the reader into a world rich in culture and beauty. History glues the work together and is the engine that drives the characters who are, because of their experiences remote--yet characters that we are drawn to, that we want to know and understand, that are pushed into revelation by the seamless hand of the writer as the reader turns each page, extracting from the characters' memories shocking revelations as well as many unforgettable gems.

Further, it is a love story that steps over wide fissures of hate and animosity--over boundaries that, for many characters, should not be crossed. It's a story of memory, of what, even if we wish to hide it, is important to remember and record because, like the garden in the novel, it serves as a memorial--to the bit that can be made right.

The garden reminds the reader of the first garden where, for a time, all was good, until, that is, the apple was eaten and the knowledge of good and evil was revealed. In the novel, memory is the bitten apple. It reveals even when it is pruned; it forces itself up, speaks the unspeakable and can wither and vacate leaving one, before that happens, quietly keening and carrying on and, later, hopelessly shipwrecked.

While I haven't read Tan Twan Eng's The Gift of Rain, it is definitely, although I am reading other books, on my list. Tan is an exceptional writer; a writer a reader hopes to find. His timing, lyrical prose and vivid images are beautifully rendered and are as loaded as the mist.






25 Jun 2013

A Fair Wind...



A few more ships...

It would have been great to see the ships coming in to dock under full sail, but, nevertheless, they were spectacular to see. I especially enjoyed the tour of the Peacemaker with her beautiful wood, great lines and friendly crew.
Before sailing to Brockville, she was in Lunenburg, Nova Scotia, and before that who knows. But it is nice to think that they might hoist the sails and go where the wind blows them. I have visions of the south seas...

Barquentine ~ Peacemaker, Georgia. A beautiful ship built in Brazil. Finished inside with tropical hardwoods.
Comfortable Wheelhouse

Empire Sandy ~ Tern Schooner. She's a fine looking schooner!
 This schooner sailed up and down the river shooting off its cannons. Definitely a  pirate schooner. Hoist up the Jolly Roger! Bring out the hardtack, and be ready to swing the lead. 
                                                                    Ahoy Landlubbers!
                                                                     
                                                  
Even with all the excitement, the wildlife found time for a nap.
                                            
    
 Thanks for sharing your pics, Bill.