Looking back through my project notes I can see that I started spinning this yarn in early June, which means that it took me just over two and a half months to take it from Knit Picks roving into my pink shawl.
…I collect house plants. I know that come winter all my plants are going to be crowded at the one window with decent light, but that doesn’t stop me from buying more. This week I bought myself two rarities (well, they’re rare in these parts at least).
First off we have an actual olive tree. It’s tiny now, but I’m hoping to eventually train it into a decent sized potted tree.
I’ve finished the August frame on my Story Time Sampler, The Phantom of the Opera. I have to be honest, while I know that this is based on an actual novel I’ll always think of it as a musical.
I din’t make any major changes this month, just lowering their mouths like I did on all the rest. This is the first frame with two characters (well, there was a mermaid in Peter Pan’s frame, but she was off in the distance), but it doesn’t feel too crowded.
Like so many around me I have fallen under the spell of adult colouring books, specifically Johanna Basford’s Enchanted Forest. The ancient pencil crayons I’ve had kicking around since high school were looking a little sad so I treated myself to a new box of Crayolas. Now all I needed was a cute pencil case to store all those pretty colours.
I’ve finished my seventh Evergreen book, this time it was Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel. It begins in Toronto on the night of a flu outbreak that ends up killing 99.99% of the human population within weeks. The novel then proceeds to jump all over the place as we get to know more about a core cast of characters, some before the outbreak and some after, who are all linked in one way or another. It could have been very confusing but it actually worked really well – St. John Mandel is a truly talented writer.
This was an extremely well crafted book, there wasn’t one extraneous sentence in the whole thing. Every single little detail, no matter how insignificant it seems at the time, is just another strand in the complex web St. John Mandel is weaving. I found myself constantly flipping back and forth thinking, ‘Wait, is that the same paperweight (or photograph or book or whatever, you get the idea) she mentioned in that other character’s storyline five chapters back? It was!?! How did it get here?‘ I think I’ll actually reread this novel again in the near future so that I can recognize and appreciate all the clues she drops along the way.
Although Little Bastards in Springtime is still my personal favourite, I think Station Eleven is my librarian favourite. Let me explain: Little Bastards was a mesmerizing novel that I know will be with me for years, but I would be very careful about who I recommend it to. On the other hand, Station Eleven was a really fun read; although the post-apocalyptic premise raises some tough questions I would still recommend Station Eleven to anyone and everyone without hesitation.
As a side note, it’s quite a coincidence that I chose this to read right after The Lobster Kings since Shakespeare’s King Lear plays an important role in both. There really are some interesting connections between this years nominees.
I love shopping in thrift shops but I usually stick to knick-knacks and books. However, I recently read about using thrift store sheets as muslins when sewing (basically a practice piece so you can try out a pattern and make sure you understand all the techniques and that everything fits okay). So when my errands took me by Value Village I decided to pop in and have a look. How did I not know what a great fabric source this place was?
Just a quick post today to show you the progress on my Study in Pink shawl – I’ve reached the pure pink section! It was getting a bit squished on the needles so I transferred it to the longest circular needle I have, that’s 47 inches right there.
I’m enjoying this, but it’s getting a bit boring what with the endless garter stitch and all. It’s actually my only knitting project right now, (aside from my Beekeeper’s Quilt, but that doesn’t count) and I’m tempted to cast on something new to break up the monotony (that peachy sock yarn is just calling to me!). But I won’t. I had visions of myself enjoying crisp autumn evenings on the deck with this shawl, and I know the only way that will happen is if I just stick to it. If I start something new this will never get finished. So that’s what I’m going to do, no matter how tempting my stash is right now.