Just in time for summer knitting –

It’s hot and that sweater you cast on back in spring is just too heavy to have on your lap now. It’s the perfect season to knit lace. A lace project will take up very little room in your beach bag or your vacation luggage and supply you with hours of knitting pleasure for very little money.

Here are three new colorways that have been dyed just in time for summer knitting.var gaJsHost = ((“https:” == document.location.protocol) ? “https://ssl.” : “http://www.”);document.write(unescape(“%3Cscript src='” + gaJsHost + “google-analytics.com/ga.js’ type=’text/javascript’%3E%3C/script%3E”)); var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker(“UA-xxxxxx-x”);pageTracker._trackPageview();
Cottage Garden
On my bookshelf is a much-loved book about the artist Tasha Tudor, who championed the English Cottage Garden. Not chaotic, but not structured, either, a Cottage Garden done well looks perfectly natural to its setting. In honor of your Roses, Peonnies, and Dianthus, Tasha.



County Donegal
One of our favorite stops during our trip to Ireland was County Donegal on the west coast of the island. The steep, winding driveway to our thatched-roof B&B was covered by lush foliage and the greens of the countryside seemed endlessly varied. Slainte’




Wild Salmon
Sometimes knitting a difficult lace project feels like swimming upstream. This pink-orange colorway is named for Wild Salmon, which are mythologically linked with perseverance. Stick to it — you’ll get there, unless you get eaten by a bear.




As always these Oak Barn Merino skeins are large enough for a shawl at 90grams and 1000yds. They can be purchased using PayPal in the Lost City Knits, Oak Barn Merino Online Yarn Shop.

Market Day!

Most Saturday mornings we rise extra early and drive through the dark wee hours to the Cherry Street Farmers Market in mid-town Tulsa. The CSFM has been going strong for more than a decade and this year made the leap from a market squeezed into a parking lot to a thriving street market held on two blocks of Cherry Street ( or 15th Street if you’re looking at a map). The market is closed to vehicular traffic until noon, which allows ample space for customers to browse, walk, shop, talk, and gather. 


The market opens at 7am and the booths up and down Cherry Street were beckoning shoppers with dazzling color, tempting aromas and some of the best agricultural offerings from our state. Chris and I both took turns with the camera and we came no where near getting photos of all of the great vendors selling their wares today, but you can see a sampling of produce, flowers, meats, treats and crafts. 




Cherry Street Farmers Market – one of my favorite events in my hometown. 

Mid-way!

No I’m not going to wax poetic about a carnival or the state fair. I’ve hit the mid-way point on my large version of the Generations Stole. In celebration – or maybe it was really more like curiosity – I gave it a gentle soak and pinned it out for a soft block on the wires. var gaJsHost = ((“https:” == document.location.protocol) ? “https://ssl.” : “http://www.”);document.write(unescape(“%3Cscript src='” + gaJsHost + “google-analytics.com/ga.js’ type=’text/javascript’%3E%3C/script%3E”)); var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker(“UA-xxxxxx-x”);pageTracker._trackPageview();

The color of the mats really distort the color of the yarn, which is a soft lavender shade. This photo shows six repeats complete and measures roughly 20 inches wide by 30 inches long. When I finish the twelfth repeat there will be plenty left for a small scarf. The fluidity of movement in this pattern is what pleases me most, and you know I love the nupps. 
Last night when I finished walking my laps through the North Pasture I stood in the grass with my face turned up. Clouds in rose/gold and lavender/grey moved across the sky as the wind pushed them in front of a low brewing storm. 
Rose/gold rose/gold I kept repeating to myself after I came inside. Would those colors be too garish for a lace yarn?  
Rose/gold…

A little naughty never hurt – right?

I’ve learned something about myself recently. Okay, I may have already known this little tidbit but I’d forgotten and needed to experience it again apparently. 
I should not knit the same project repeatedly.
My first Generations was fast and fun, but following it by casting on a second one was pure crazy. A girl needs some diversion, some variety, some little nugget of naughtiness. 
I’ve sworn off starting a new project because honestly – I need my second Generations to show the pattern, because well – I sold the green one. Yep, I sold it. People at the farmers market kept asking how much and I tossed out a price based on the amount of hours I spent working on it and it now belongs to another person. The great thing is that Generations now belongs to someone totally knit-worthy. “She gets it.” She gets that it is hand-dyed yarn, she gets that it is local yarn, she likes the softness and the pattern. Really – I’m pretty happy that this non-knitter is going to wear some of my lace. 
But – back to that naughtiness. No I haven’t started a new project but I did pull out a UFO and knit one row. That’s it. One row. What project? That would be the Icarus Shawl that I began forever ago in some of my early hand-dyed llama yarn. 
There’s not much to show off. A blob of pale blue gray llama – a blob of pale lavender merino. With lace knitting the magic happens in the blocking. What was a blob becomes a thing of beauty with a little help from cold water, pins, wires, a foam mat, and an hour spent on your knees stretching, pinning, and measuring.


The large version of Generations is half finished and I expect it will be done in another week to ten days. It is lovely and soft and worth petting. I’m madly in love with this yarn. There is enough yarn in a single skein of Oak Barn Merino to knit 17 repeats of the chart but it I’m expecting to keep this one and will probably only knit 12-14 repeats to keep it a reasonable size for me. 






I’m on the final chart of Icarus and the rows are long. They’re nearly mindless and even though I haven’t touched it since last fall the pattern was instantly familiar. I’m planning (as if that ever works) on only knitting one row on Icarus per day – or maybe only one row every other day, therefore keeping the naughtiness down to small nuggets. It’s like good chocolate I tell myself. It can’t hurt you if you only eat one little square of rich dark chocolate every few days. In fact – it’s good for you right? 

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Hello Summer!

It was a billion (or maybe just 98) degrees outside yesterday so I stood over a hot cauldron in the studio for hours and hours. Of course, the AC was blowing in my face so spending the day this way wasn’t complete insanity. 

Here are some lovely lace merino skeins to replenish the Yarn Shop colorways of Bacchus, Blue Jeans on the Verge, and Grand Canyon at Sunset. There is a new green coming soon too, along with several other colors.

Meet Edgar – my father

When I did a search for photos for this post, there was one that I knew I wanted to include – dad with the car.

I’ve always liked this young cocky image of my dad. In my youth (years after this photo was taken) Dad had funny nicknames for cars – like the Blue Goose. It was big rounded wagon. He once bought a pink Cadillac with fins for my mom to drive, but I think he got a kick out of the car himself.
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Then I found one of dad posing shirtless with mom in the background. I have no idea when this photo was taken but it must have been early in their marriage. He’s kind of bad ass isn’t he? 
What I found next were two photos taken during my last vacation with my parents. I was 19 and home from my first year of college. We drove through the Ozarks in Missouri – and the towns of my father’s youth. 
We drove over the bridge that he dove off of with his friends. This photo was taken at the one room schoolhouse that my father attended as a boy. Stories of buckeyes in a wood stove that pop and sound like a shotgun were repeated with fondness and a mild embarrassment. Edgar was a bit of a scamp I’d not hesitate to say. As I recall the schoolhouse was still in use as a small community center for the very small town of Moko. 
Along with the Moko schoolhouse photo I found this one of Dad and his father, Charlie Bell. I don’t have many photos of Charlie and few stories to tell but I see such fondness in this photo of men that I can’t help but smile. 
As for stories of my father, Edgar, I have plenty. Laughing and storytelling around campgrounds. My father and his buddies playing guitar at my parents 50th wedding anniversary. And fishing, there were always boats and fishing involved if Edgar was around. As a Captain on the Tulsa Fire Dept, dad always had a second or third job on the side. He worked on 24 hours, and off 48 hours. One of his great loves was fishing, and in 1970 my parents decided to leave Tulsa to live in the small town of Mannford and dad became a professional fishing guide on the days he wasn’t fighting fires in Tulsa. Dad made a good go of this profession for many years. 
One of my favorite memories growing up was going night fishing with my father when I was in high school. We’d load up on minnows and snacks, rods and reels. Then just before dark we’d drive to the lake (which was maybe a mile away) and he’d slowly navigate the bass boat to a spot where he’d drop anchor under an old railroad bridge. There we’d sit for hours, snacking and fishing. Sometimes we’d talk – but often not. It was a good quiet evening, whether we caught sandies, crappie, or nothing at all. 
Sometimes companionship has nothing to do with words. Thanks Dad, for that profound lesson. I love you.