So many wonderful new knitting books and magazines these days... Knitting from the North is what I'm currently perusing. I'm knitting a simple hat for Erik out of this amazingly cozy and cheerful yarn made right here in Michigan -- Stonehedge Crazy. No skein is the same -- Erik had so much fun picking out this yarn. I'd love to do a blanket with oodles of different colors!
An important book to read at a historic time. I'm alternately hoppin' mad and heartsick these days.
B wore her Chouette hat for our local Women's March. I wish I had broken out the pink yarn, but I spent time writing letters and calling congresspeople instead.
B wearing her Little Buds cardi (so sweet -- the silhouette makes her look like a smock-clad French painter)! Real life around here -- potty chair in the background, Matchbox cars, the kids' new toy mop and broom (which they love -- they "clean" far more often than the grown-ups do!).
I'm still sorting out colors for the yoke of my Icelandic pullover. I paid a long visit to a lovely yarn store in Royal Oak, Ewe-nique Knits (oh, knitters and their puns!), and vacillated over a beautiful array of yarns. I came home with two shades of Brooklyn Tweed's Shelter, then promptly set them aside as I rummaged through my yarn bins.
Bridget, looking sprightly and saucy in her Morpheus sweater.
The holidays flew by in a blur. We did a Midwest road trip yet again, and as good as it was to see family and friends, I long for the year when we spend Christmas at home. Erik's gnome stocking is hanging on the mantel, but Bridget's stocking is still on the needles.
Detroit Hustle was an interesting read, and not what I expected. It truly is a memoir -- one woman's journey from a trailer in Colorado to hipsterdom in Brooklyn to fixing up a ramshackle house in Detroit's West Village, not too far from where we live. It's about her, not the house, really, and she and her husband aren't into DIY, so it's not a how-to guide. But it's thoughtful, personal, and (for me) local.
Yesterday the kids and I trekked over to Belle Isle, an island park in
the middle of the Detroit River on the border with Canada. It's
beautiful -- a huge park with biking and hiking trails, a charming old
aquarium and conservatory, the Detroit Yacht Club, all manner of things
to do. It's one of the many places where you get a hint of how wonderful
and prosperous Detroit once was, and hopefully will be again.
Erik is in the midst of an independent streak, and while he refused to wear his rain coat, it warmed my heart that he happily donned the Flax pullover that I knit last winter. It still fits, but just barely -- time for mama to break out the purple yarn again