It’s midnight and I really should be in bed but I’ve been knitting instead.
This is the Arkansas Diamonds Shawl by Natural State Knitter.
Isn’t it lovely! I’m using Malabrigo Lace in Marron Oscurro that I bought last fall at Taos Sunflower.
I’m really excited about this shawl and am hoping to have it finished to wear next month while we’re traveling for the lavender business. In fact, I’ve set a goal of finishing a repeat of the middle chart every other day. That’s the diamonds and the elongated diamonds. Thirty-six rows of ninety-nine stitches.

I may be crazy.

Don’t tell.


(yes I see all of those glaring glurbs of error and I’m ignoring them. wouldn’t you when you’re facing a deadline?)


I fixed part of biggest problem by removing the dadgum stitch markers!

Now it’s just so much easier to see the pattern as it develops instead of counting the pattern! Talk about flow issues.

Of course, I’m not saying there won’t be more errors but decidedly fewer I believe.

Thanks for such a lovely design Kay! And the compliment makes me feel ever so much better.

Keeping my reading glasses handy helps too!



Run Faster – Jump HIgher!

While in Tahlequah this week we stopped in the shoe store for me to buy a new pair of trainers to wear in the field. Which I did. But I also saw a pair of PF Flyers! Remember them? Chris tried to tell me they were not as cool as Converse. He completely didn’t get the notion that “PF Flyers make you run faster and jump higher!”

I had to explain that Converse were what you HAD to wear in gym class back in the day of gym uniforms but PF Flyers were cool. I thought everyone knew that! Of course, I think my brother was the only person in our family who ever got PF Flyers. So again, I am reminded that I was never cool.

This afternoon Chris brought me a catalog for Territory Ahead (one of my favorite mail order businesses) and they had PF Flyers! Apparently they are making a come back.

Maybe I can still be cool!


Chinese Finger Puzzle Time!

Remember when you were a kid, of about 15 or so, and someone handed you one of those evil Chinese Finger Puzzles? You thought you were smart and too cool to be fooled but in reality it was just like when you were five and the dang thing vexed you endlessly. Finally you broke the thing in half and said, “See? Puzzle solved.”

Last night I decided it was time to play with the nine colored yarns that make up the yoke of the Equinox Yoke Sweater by Michelle Rose Orne from Interweave.
For over a year I carried around balls of yarn, slowly acquiring the right colors and amounts needed to compliment the dark brown llama that I had for the body. Since I’m not knitting with the yarn that the pattern listed I thought it’d be a good idea to knit them in several swatches. The first one is a big honker that just alternates the main color (MC) with each of the nine for the fair isle on the sleeves and yoke. Everything looks good – all colors blend nicely – nothing glaring or crazy.

So next I decided to try my hand at a swatch of the 8 stitch yoke colorwork repeat. Uh huh. This is where it gets vexing. I cast on 16 stitches in the round, did a few rows of the MC and began the chart. I had a teeny tiny tube! I knew the general rule is that you float a yarn for no more than 4 stitches. But if you only have sixteen stitches total that means that float can reach right across the middle of your teeny tiny tube! At some point Chris came downstairs and I was using the back end of a fat blue Sharpie to shove the excess ends into the tube so I wouldn’t catch them in my pattern….It wasn’t pretty….

I think the man was quite impressed with me though. Surely it was my tenacity to safely swatch that made him sit down for a few minutes to chat. He brought up a really good question, which when I have some free time I’ll spend goodly hours pondering. “Why can’t we just swatch at everything in life?” You know, give them a small trial run and see if it works before we commit. Maybe I shouldn’t ponder this after all.

But said swatch is done and everything is a go. I numbered nine ziploc baggies and inserted each assigned yarn into it’s new home. Then…I put them back in the project bag.

Because for now, I’m committed. Committed to the Happy Trails Scarf for my daughter Hillarey. A friend is getting married next month and my girl needs a pretty lace shawl to wear. She picked out a nice llama yarn from our friends llama Pascal and I started stitching like a woman posessed. In just over a week I got five repeats (out of eleven) finished. Tonight I began the sixth repeat. Hopefully that means if I work on nothing else I’ll finish this project in plenty of time to be blocked and wearable by the wedding in September. Hillarey has chosen some really nice pearls to accent the ends and she’s in charge of reaming the holes so I can thread them on the yarn as I near completion.

Three Gables update….
The ground is broken! Now that doesn’t sound right… The guys have removed trees, trenched a hole for the lower level office, and poured the cement for the footing. They’ll probably work on back filling next week. Which I’m told means they’ll bring gravel from the creek and add it to the cinder blocks which will then have the tubes for radiant heat placed on them, then more cement.

Basically it’s a big hole right now. The dogs don’t know what to make of it. We tried luring them into the hole but apparently they’re smarter than we thought because the simply wouldn’t go for it. Can’t blame them. Instead they sniffed around then to my surprise the posted up like sentries, Martha on the north side facing the pasture, Stormy on the south side facing the creek.

I should feel safe, but these dogs don’t inspire a sense of security.


House of Three Gables

See that nicely mowed spot? Look closer, deep under the trees where it’s shady and the temperature is always a few degrees lower than the surrounding area. It’s peaceful and quiet. An idyll.

Tomorrow everything changes.

We’re building a house! Right there tucked up under the trees and perched on a bluff overlooking Clear Creek.

Here’s a look at the design called Three Gables.

Standing at the front door looking out of our new house is a grassy pasture. To the east is our lavender field. To the west is more pasture and woods (not to mention a few monks in black robes). To the south is a hefty drop off to an ever changing creek.
The excavator arrives tomorrow morning to begin the work. As much as I’m dreading upsetting the virgin soil, I’m so very excited about building a home for us on the farm.

Our home.