Monday, March 3, 2014

Gifted Words

Notecards in small envelopes send something extra that no other vehicle for communication can quite accomplish
I bought  a box of twenty-four notecards last week in a shop for just $6. I fell in love with them. Each one is unique and an exquisite little gem accompanied by its own envelope. I adore notecards as a way to send the gift of a few personal lines of thought to somebody. There are so many different kinds of note cards for this purpose. The best, in my opinion, are blank inside leaving you a space to express yourself in words or art. This particular little box of notecards is put out by the Punch Studio and feature mages from The Krishner Decorative Arts Collection. On the back of the box are these words:  "Ephemera is a term for everyday paper documents printed for temporary use such a postcards, product labels, calendars, tickets and greeting cards. Although most pieces of early ephemera were intended  to be discarded, many of the surviving antique images are now quite precious and hame become highly collectible." I love that the temporary beauty of these things is now the highly collectable and have been reprinted onto the cover of these cards as beauty from a bygone era. I like to think, as I am gifting a few of my words to people they receive a little bit of beauty along with them as they open the envelope. And maybe those ephemera words of mine will one day become quite precious to them. Some of my favorite cards found in my new Punch Studio notecards:

There were lots to choose from!

Thursday, February 27, 2014


Some of my large collection. If you have ever written to me, you might be a part of my collection.

What's to become of the handwritten letter? I have been thinking how the art of the handwritten letter is becoming a thing of the past. Everything is sent electronically through the computer or iphone. Though today we type and Tweet and Text more about ourselves then ever before, it disappears into the ether of cyber space and somebody told me once we will be the least documented age. Could that be true? What an old fashioned thing writing a letter in our own handwriting has become! And yet what a personal, much more intimate and more permanent thing a letter received via the postal service is, especially one written without the help of a machine. Today while doing something else, I happened upon a large, ongoing file I have been collecting over the years for quite a lot of years now actually. . . letters written in the hand of a family member or friend. How can I express the emotions I felt reading the thoughts which people I love (some of them gone now) have sent me in their own unique handwriting? My grandmother's penmanship grows shakier through the years as she ages. My children's round, childish printing, my dad's angular uppercase printing, my mother's flowing script. A bit of each person is there encapsulated in their handwriting along with their thought-out sentences and spelling mistakes and complete words with out any chopped up English written in "text speak". It occurred to me that hand written letters are art, documentation, journaling, and very personal. Someday writing letters will become a quaint hobby rediscovered by artistic folks. I write a letter to my daughter, far away now, every week. I'm glad I do, and I plan to step things up a bit and write to more of my friends and family by hand too, without a machine. Just me, a pen and some paper with all my misspellings and imperfect handwriting for as long as there is a postal service to aid me in sending people I care about a little piece of my personal self, I will hand write letters. And who knows, maybe one of them has a collection too and my thoughts and handwriting will be there, safe, to be viewed by the future, leaving a trace of myself behind that wasn't deleted by a delete button.

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Victorian Booties

 Family Booties from 1911
Happy Wovember!  For my first entry of this festively wooly season I present the rebirth of a family heirloom! In my treasure chest of inherited family textiles I found a pair of wool booties knit by my great grandmother Louise for her first baby born in 1911. They were well used and then tucked away. I thought how much I wished I had a knitting pattern from one of the past knitters in my family, so I decided to decipher the knitting of these booties. It has taken me a while, and I made some false turns, but all along the way I felt I was knitting with Great Grandma Louise. I have figured out the puzzle and here is the result. I plan to make the pattern available on my Ravelry page in the next few days. Give me about a week to figure out how to post the pattern. My Ravelry name is purrly.

Such tiny stitches. As I worked I thought a lot about Great Greandma, whom I never met. But I learned some new things about knitting from her as I worked out her pattern. It is a pattern I will cherish. Thank you, Great Grandma.

The old and the new. Since there are two rows of eyelets for ribbon I tried it both ways: One ribbon tie like Grandman Louise apparently used, or two ribbon ties as the booty pattern seems to be made to flaunt. Victorians loved their decorations. Help me decide. Which ribbon style do you like best, single or double?

Monday, October 28, 2013

Halloween Love Story

See how the tree and the stone lean toward each other?

In one of the places I like to take a walk, there is a small tombstone marking the grave for a little girl who died nearly one hundred years ago. The girl was "Our Beloved Little Jeane" who was a baby only a few months old. She was born on October 26, 1917, and
Jeane's Tree
while taking a walk in the field the other day on October 26,  I couldn't help but notice the tree that grows on Jeane's grave because the tree was standing out all bright yellow against the dark evergreens, as yellow as a lit candle. No mater where I walked in the field, looking across I could always see Little Jeane's tree, different from the trees around it and all lit with golden yellow. The tree is a birch, very old. Maybe 100 years old, and I can imagine Little Jeane's parents planting it for her so that every year on her birthday it would be like a lit candle to the memory of her. It's exactly like a candle. Their love for her shines on.

It is not an accident that this tree grows here amongst the darker ones. And it looked like this on October 26. Aglow.

Their love still grows

Sunday, October 27, 2013

(Nearly) Lace Cap

Is that a bit blurry? Well, you get the idea anyway. 

Well, Here it is! All blocked and being modeled by the darling Conner, my daughter's out grown life size baby doll. I think I may yet attach some satin ribbon, but I wanted to let you look the way I'd promised. I am quite pleased and ready to go on to more lace projects. HA! I am capable of knitting lace! The important thing now is to not stop! Eventually I think even my skeptical self will come around. Don't you?

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Jenny's Neighborhood

There is nothing better  than a walk
Due to yesterday's accomplishments I slacked off a bit today. The baby cap is done and so are a pair of booties. I'd show them to you but they are being blocked. So since all the knitting is taking a bath and getting into shape, how about pictures of the scenery around here. Jenny-Dog and I took a walk. Let's go see!

Follow Jenny

Bravo! Mother nature is such an artist! This dry Hemlock is as good as fireworks.


Rose hips and the fuzzy part is known as Robin's Pin Cushion. 

This old rake from the days of horse drawn equipment has had its day.

the bend in the creek where the water slows down. Nice and shady in the summer.

Another view of the same creek further on. Looks like  its full of sky.
Another neighbor

See that one yellow tree in the middle? There is a story, nearly 100 years old, that goes with that. I will tell you in my next blog so I can show the proper pictures that go with it. It's a story that touches my heart.

Time to go home. Lets turn around and follow our steps back the way we cam. Thanks for walking with Jenny and me.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Update: Done! (or nearly)

A curved textile suffering on a straight needle. I will draw together the top eight stitches, seam up the sides and set it free.

Ahem. . . .I would just like to point out to anybody who started out feeling skeptical at the beginning of this lace knitting project that I am now done with all the knitting and have only to seam the two sides together. That part of me that voiced her doubt in a snide little voice about lost yarn overs, mistakes and barely lace, is now invited to feast her eyes on the fact that I have not only NOT lost any yarn overs, but am now done with my first lace project and feeling pretty pleased. I am proud of my more adventurous side for going forward in spite of the snide voice and bad past experiences. I would like to invite that part of me to stand forth and receive her congratulations and I would like to offer her an opportunity of partnership in a new phase of our knitting life as CEO of all further lace endeavors. Optimistic Me is a risk taker, a visionary and has proven herself to be a dedicated, focused worker. She did what others said we couldn't do and so now, ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to announce plans to develop a whole new department to Lynn's Knitting Life, the department of Lace Knitting! I am thrilled, just thrilled about this. I have great faith in our new lace knitting department and believe that if Optimistic Me accepts the offer of promotion to Lace department CEO she is capable of expanding out knitting growth exponentially and of taking us to great heights of frothy frilliness. Thank you. 

Skeptical me, I believe I will make you CEO of the laundry.