On the third Monday of the month a group of enthusiastic knitters meet in the Resource Room at the Duxbury Free Library. From 6:00 - 8:00 you can find knitters of various skill levels with yarn between their fingers. We would love you to join us. If you can't, follow us here!

Sunday, November 5, 2017

Be Careful What You Wish For

My daughter . . . 'the saver' . . . recently bought her own house. After multiple weekends of returning for "a few things", her room is finally empty (except for a notebook of Pokemon cards that I just found yesterday). 

While she was going through the purchase process, her boss kept saying . . . "What's your mother going to do?", "She's going to miss you!","What's your mother going to do with your room?"

Really? Hasn't he seen the Staples commercial where the son goes off to college, and as soon as the car leaves the driveway the mother is up in his room with a tape measure?! Since my daughter has bought a house . . . well, there will be no return on winter and summer breaks.

Just picture it. An empty room . . . okay, there is one twin bed in the corner . . . but these four walls will never have the title of guest room. I pulled all my yarn out from its hiding place under my eaves . . . grabbed the baskets my mother has made . . . and set about creating . . . finally . . . my craft room. Just saying it brings me instant serenity. 

I looked at my stash and admit I got a little stressed . . . no silly, . . . not because of the amount . . . but how should I 
organize it?



First, I quickly realized that Mona could not be involved in this process and she had to be evicted from the room.






I thought I would do it by fiber. All the mohair together . . . all the cotton . . . all the wool . . . you get the picture.
But as I was making the piles I soon realized this was not going to work. All the colors mixed up just did nothing for me.

Hmm . . . by weight? But what would I do with some of those unlabeled skeins that I'm not sure what they are??









So I grouped them together by color and the serenity quickly returned. (Please note that this is only a partial viewing of the fiber involved in this project!!)








Next I put each color group into a basket. I put all the fleece waiting to be knitted into mittens in another basket . . . added my knitting needle collection that I keep in my grandmother's old ice tea pitcher . . . and then added a felted bear to watch over the whole corner.

There you have it. After 29 years, all signs of a daughter are removed and replaced with a long waisted for craft room. 


Although . . .  if I sit there quietly . . . I can still see her sitting on the floor playing the Sims on her computer . . . there are still some spots on the walls from her glow-in-the-dark stars that I couldn't get out . . . I have memory flashes of wrestling matches and arguments with her brother . . . Elmo and blankie, Fisher Price toys, and band 
uniforms . . . and I might even hear U2. Oh ya . . . and the Pokemon cards are there. Perhaps I'll keep the cards . . . move them in with my stash . . . keep 29 years of memories safely cushioned and preserved by wool, mohair, and cedar chips . . . and love.

Until next time, keep your nose in a book or your fingers in fiber.








Thursday, October 26, 2017

Knot a Good Way to Start the Day

There I sat this morning. 

The window was cracked to let in a little October breeze . . . I had a cup of coffee in my hand . . . Mona was in my lap . . . I was knitting away and slowly waking up and thinking of the day ahead of me.

And then it happened.

As the yarn was coming up into my hand I felt . . . well, I felt 'that'. You know . . . that moment when you no longer feel the smooth piece of yarn and two options instantly pop into your head. Is it just a 'crink' in the yarn . . . or is it a knot?


I stopped and looked . . . and of course . . . a knot. I hate that. If we can put a man on the moon, why can't they make a skein of yarn without a break in it? 

It makes me a little cranky. It completely disrupted my flow. I had to undo a few stitches . . . get out my scissors . . . and do a join.

I know . . . I know . . . First World Problems . . . and I will still have a good day.

But really . . . don't you hate that too?

Until next time, keep your nose in a book or your fingers in fiber.



Monday, October 2, 2017

Stash Busting Fail

 Sigh. I always go into stash busting with such high hopes. “This is it,” I say to myself, “I am going to cull this giant pile and make something fun!” What follows is hours of Ravelry searches for patterns using the same weight and yardage of whatever I have kicking around. In this case it’s a supposed DK weight (seems more like a worsted to me) dark green tweed. I search and I search and I charge my phone and then search some more until “Eureka! The perfect pattern for the weight and yardage! … But the color doesn’t work for this pattern.” Now, a sensible person, committed to stash busting would move on but no. Now I’m in love with the new pattern and start shopping for DK weight yarn in a suitable color and my stash just stays the same size only with new colors. On the plus side I think that DK that I already own will make some pretty cozy boot socks so at least I have something working for me.

Until next time, read something weird and try not to let your stash get too out of control. Best of luck with that. 

Lindsey 

Saturday, September 30, 2017

When You Know You Are Lucky

When I hear people mumbling and complaining about their jobs and their supervisors, I only give sympathetic nods. I have nothing to add to their moans and groans . . . and I know how fortunate I am that I don't. 

I work in a building full of books. I was also encouraged to start a knitting group and now once a month I can sit with a group of some of the nicest and most supportive knitters you could ever meet. I have wonderful supervisors and I work with people I consider friends. 

Could it get any better? Well, yes! When some of the people you work with are knitters too! There is always yarn to swap, patterns to show, stores to recommend, and help when you are stuck. 

Stay tuned. My co-worker-knitting-friends will soon be joining on my blog. 

Until next time, keep your nose in a book or your fingers in fiber.

Monday, August 28, 2017

When It's Time To Clean Up

Once upon a time I had a co-worker that was knitting these little squares. I asked
her . . . perhaps with a little sarcasm in my voice . . . what the heck she was knitting. Her response was "washcloths and dish cloths". My response back was something along the lines of "Really? Isn't that kind of a waste of time?"

Thursday, July 13, 2017

From the Library Shelves

As I mentioned last time . . .  the best thing about the early morning is coffee on the deck while the birds and I wake up. 

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So when I saw the book Field Guide to Knitted Birds . . . well it simply called my name. I mean really. Look at it. If you've seen other books by Arne & Carlos (think Easter Knits and Christmas Balls) you'll see how they cutely and cleverly designed the cover birds to look like themselves!

Inside you'll find pretty much the same basic bird pattern . . . but lots of tweaks to it . . . you can knit it to look like everything from a goldfinch to a peacock.

Take a look through it. It's a great way to use up little bits of stash yarn. It's a great way to practice 2-color knitting without the commitment of a huge project.


 It's a great way to bring the birds into your house . . . without wings flapping!

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Until next time, keep your nose in a book or your fingers in fiber.

Friday, June 30, 2017

Just like tomorrow . . . later never comes.

Anyone that knows me also knows that I am not a hot weather person. But I will admit that I love summer mornings. I get up, drag myself down the stairs, fix a cup of coffee (that my husband is smart enough to have all brewed), grab my knitting bag and out to the deck I go. I'll sit and knit, wake up, and watch and listen to the birds as they start their day too.