Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Is it fall yet?

How have you been? I mean, besides the earthquake, a hurricane or two, some flooding, the start of school, a death in the family, there really hasn't been much to keep ME occupied...

May I invite you to a festival this weekend?

I will have a booth at the Southern Adirondack Fiber Festival this weekend, at the Washington County Fairgrounds (New York State).

I've dyed up some fall colors for you: chestnut, caramel, and butterscotch.
All three of them together remind me of Indian corn.

samples shown in watercolors sock yarn

Here's a new purple I particularly adore. I also have it in WINK, the yarn with a bit of glitter in it...

This colorway, called "cloud dancer", came about after a commission to match a shawl pattern "Amelia Earhart" which will be released in January.

Try as I might, every fall I fight the blues. The Blues have gotten me big time this year, summer didn't last long enough for me at all. We had to cancel our vacation due to my husband not getting hired to work the summer and we were without a paycheck for 3 months. All I can say we got through it - somehow, but it took a whole lot out of me. My heart goes out even more to people who have been out of work for months or are getting laid off.

Seems like I fight the Blues with more blue.

This one is called Bavarian blue, it reminds me of the blue in the Bavarian flag. Which get's its inspiration from the stunningly blue sky over southern Bavaria, especially in the fall.

This is WINK in the new colorway "thunderstorm".

But I also have some this one, WINK lace, in interesting how it takes the color differently from the sock yarn. Just 20% silk content makes all the difference.

Well there'll be all this and then some...why don't you come see? The festival opens at 10 am on Saturday and Sunday.
I will have some festival specials each day.

ETA: just found out my booth number: Building 32, booth #43.

Friday, September 16, 2011

boys will be boys.

Do you need a little laugh today?

Sunday, September 11, 2011

a day of remembrance

Ten years ago today. It was a Tuesday morning, one week after school had started. Tall Son, whose name is Jakob, in 6th grade middle school; Crafty Girl, Annemarie, a 4 -year -old in her pre-K/K class. Dear Husband, John, a special ed teacher. They are all safely tucked away at their respective schools.

I'm on the sofa, watching the Today show with Katie Couric. Usually, I never watch morning or daytime TV. But exactly one week before, I had undergone emergency hysterectomy surgery and I was camped out on the sofa for several weeks to come. The next segment was supposed to be an interview with Tracy Ullman, but then Katie Couric came on and said they are interrupting the regularly scheduled program to report some major news.

We all know what happened after that, and our world was never the same.

Shortly after the first plane hit, I called my sister. While we were on the phone, the second plane hit, and she screamed into the phone - A second plane hit! I didn't believe it and told her they are just showing repeats of the same footage of a plane hitting the World Trade Center. Of course I was wrong.

All morning I watched in disbelief. The reporters were making calculations about the buildings, whether they were built to withstand such impacts and explosions. Unable to move from my spot, I kept hoping that the towers would remain standing...worrying about where they would fall and how many other buildings they would take with them.

Meanwhile, as it turned out, my husband and son, at their respective schools, were watching on television. Tall Son tells me he didn't understand the implications at the time. At my daughter's elementary school, the teachers took turns watching the events in the teacher's lounge, breaking down and comforting each other, pulling themselves together before returning to their classrooms. The little ones were safe, unaware of their teacher's anguish, and I credit them to this day that my pre-schooler at the time was not traumatized.

I have since been down to Ground Zero, gazed into the pit. I've met people who've lost loved ones and co-workers. I've watched ceremonies year after year, lit candles when the names were read.  My incision has healed, a narrow line of a scar now. I realize today, watching the 10th anniversary memorial ceremonies, that there are some wounds that never ever heal. They hurt a bit less, but we are aware of their presence, and we live with them as best we can.

And I'm still finding out remarkable acts of friendship and caring, like the one about Gander, Newfoundland.

Friends brought us dinner when I had fallen ill so suddenly and my husband was stuck with two kids, a new schoolyear, and a wife in the hospital. 10,000 people in a small Canadian town housed 6,500 airline passengers. The two events cannot of course be compared by any stretch of the imagination, but they boil down to this: all we can ever do is be there for each other.

May you have a peaceful day today.