Okay Matthew. Good idea.
Here it is – thanks for the inspiration.
Sure beats my tired brown hat from last year.
And thanks to Molly for the Noro Kuryeon yarn and I used a double strand as the pattern called for bulky yarn.
This is the Handspun Ribbed Hat patternHandspun Ribbed Hat. I knit quite a few of these hats for Christmas with Rowan Undyed Chunky yarn, the color of the breed of sheep. Suffolk and Black Welsh.
(Adjustment- I knit it to 11″ so there is a nice length to fold up and it’s double over the ears ) and I use a size 9 circular needle 16″ length.
We are fast approaching the shortest day of the year.
Furry slippers, cups of tea. Extra blankets to add some weight and warmth to the bed. Flannel sheets.
When I’m knitting in the evenings, I have a shawl draped around my shoulders to ward off the chill.
Just something I’m thinking about tonight, the urge to hibernate.
Photographed on iPhone from the school parking lot.Carrick neighborhood. Pittsburgh PA.
A grilled cheese sandwich cut in triangles.
Snow on a bench in Rockford Illinois
Cobblestone Road off Centre Avenue, The Hill District
Folding Chairs Bloomfield Little Italy Days
Jane’s Carousel Brookly New York
Lampost and Freedom Tower New York City
Barge Through Brooklyn Bridge
Chambers Street Station New York City
Remember the Spring-like November Day I posted Tuesday with the thirty degree drop in temps predicted?
Well, it’s more like a forty degree drop two days later-
in the park, late afternoon.
Cashmere fingerless gloves.
Thank you SB for the loan of the luxurious gloves. I’m still warming up the rest of me.
My hand looks a bit like “The Claw” in a horror flick but the cozy gloves were so welcome on my chilly hands during the photo shoot in the park.
Schenley Park tree.
Just a couple of weeks ago. The setting sun coming through the leaves.
No school today on Veterans Day. Spent some time outside before the threatened polar vortex arrives.
Happy Third Anniversary Lala and James love Ma and MIL Ruthie
In the Highland Park fountain. It was late in the afternoon.
Leaves swirling, their shadows moving along with the water flow.
Almost looks like a sidewalk, the stone bottom. It was hard to show the depth.
Leaves in water are different from blowing around, they’re stuck to the surface, weighted down.
I watched them for awhile, waiting for someone.
When I came home from school on Friday, I found the unraked leaves with raindrops on the undersides of some of them. I saw the orange tree leaves glowing like embers, with the water drops at their tips.
My driveway needs to be raked.
But if it were raked, I would have missed these jewels.
The heart shaped leaves are from the Eastern Redbud tree.
the fronts of the leaves are wet all over. The backs of the leaves, the water beads up.
Below, a single leaf on the Eastern Redbud that Ginny planted as a memorial to my parents. A lone water drip at the tip.
When one of the grandkids sees something when they’re out and about and thinks-
“oooh, a good one for Grandma’s Blog”, takes a picture to send to me, I like to share it.
Good to encourage their “seeing”.
I told Anna I’ll help her start a blog of her very own. I think she has a great eye. She could start once a week, not daily.
Two years ago Anna took the photo of the pick up truck filled with mannequin legs, headed “to the dummy store.”