I needed to hold stitches for the gusset, the thumb hole. No barber cord, no pony bead lacing, no waste yarn available in the car. Old Halloween litter from a school party. I bent the Tootsie Roll Pop stick to hold the stitches while I continued to knit up the hand of the mitten. Pattern is Quick Bulky Mitten by Aimee Pelletier
Woolly Thistle Bag. Malabrigo Caracol purchased last year in Millvale at McWalker Yarns
“Malabrigo Caracol is hand-dyed, super bulky superwash merino wool yarn reminiscent of stained glass art.”
I stopped by a friend’s house to drop off some yarn. Took and Jack’s leaves are reminiscent of the yarn colors.
I didn’t mean to remove the background but somehow I did Here is part of our Knitting Buddies Zoom group who met in Rhinebeck NewYork at the Duchess County Sheep and Wool Festival. It’s happening again this weekend but only Karen, Patty and Rachel are attending. We all hail from Pittsburgh, Ohio, New Hampshire, and Florida
Rachel (on the right). Did your mom give you her Cider Mill Sweater? I gave mine to my DIL Nataliya and Randi gave hers to her mom.
Knit Designer Jen Geigley seated second from left holding our friend Flat Bonnie who couldn’t make the trip in person and another Knitting Buddy Flat Gayle from Australia in the front center
Our Knitting Buddies Group started in the Pandemic matched up with knitters via The Woolly Thistlestore in New Hampshire. Karen C and U are the only two charter members left. We still zoom and knit together Monday nights. And we’ve a few more members not pictured.
From my neighbor. She got them at the Farmer’s Market today. I’d given some knitting help. What a gorgeous autumn bouquet. I put the flowers in my vintage hammered aluminum pitcher.
No wonder I enjoy knittingon the front porch in the early morning. The temps are cooler now. I don’t keep a feeder so I don’t see all the birds but this morning there were quite a few new species that were heard by thefree Merlin App out of Cornell Lab of Ornithology
These are screen shots of the birds heard in recording their songs. Usually there are crows and mourning doves but not this morning. The blue jays are the loudest.
When you travel, change locations it’s fun to record the different birds and compare lists. this is what I do in my retirement.
It’s not floating down the Allegheny as it is docked but you can feel it move at times. My friend Jen and I went to join the KnitPitYarnClubevent on the Shore Thing Barge Wednesday night. We had a lot of fun.
Of course this sign with the adorable sheep appeals to the knitter in me.
Since it was Sunday evening when we were going to dinner, I didn’t get to go into the Irish Design Center but they have many wonderful gifts I could see in the window.
I still have a woven wool scarf I bought here years ago.
From past blogs and archives if you’ve been following me you’ve seen the photos before but I want to honor and remember an important person in my life who influenced what I do most days. Knit!
Honoring my paternal Grandmother born on February 7, 1892
Heritage
Ben H at WordPress says “This week, share a photo of something that says “heritage” to you. It can be from your own family or culture — a library, a work of public art, a place of worship, an object passed down to you from previous generations.”
Mary Alta Kerr Hendricks my paternal grandmother. Farmersville, Illinois. She taught me to knit when I was four years old.
She knit the Afghan and made the quilt. She’d tat snd crochet, too. I held the quilt to the window so the light could show how beautifully it is pieced and hand stitched.
My father Roy J. Hendricks is the boy standing on the left. Uncle Alan Hendricks is the baby on my grandmother’s lap. My grandfather is standing, Floyd Merle Hendricks.
From 3 years agopost
Mary Alta Kerr Hendricks, my paternal grandmother, was born in 1892 She went by the name Alta. When my father was born they lived in Farmersville, Illinois. One summer my brother and I stayed with our grandparents and she taught me to knit. It was yellow yarn is straight aluminum needles. They were red. I was four years old.
This is just from the time she resided in a Nursing Care Center in Taylorville, Illinois. My grandmother kept a list of the afghans and shawls she knit for others during this period of her life. Written inside the cover of her copy of The Book of Common Prayer.
Great grandson Shawn Hendricks posted a photo of this tag found on his father’s (John) Afghan1973 photograph of me in the middle, my grandmother on the right and Aunt Vesta Kent on the left. Morrisonville, Illinois.
