Knee Highs for a Baby
I bought a skein of Lorna's Laces Shepherd sock yarn that looks like this:
It was meant, at first, to become a little fine-gauge baby hat. Then I got a mental flash of hand-knitted knee high socks on a baby. That, I thought, would surely be the cutest thing I have ever seen. They would remind me a little of the Baby Legs I adore, except with so much more old-fashioned charm.
Haven't I seen hand-knitted baby knee highs on a rerun of my beloved Little House on the Prairie?
I have a baby in mind to knit them for, but my busy schedule may prohibit the knitting of little socks just now. We shall see.
A little detail of current knitting sweetness:
I love Berocco Touche. It's soft and plump and drapes nicely. The colors are pretty and it's affordable. I will have to withhold details for now, as the little gem you see here has not quite been gifted.
Thinking about Seattle
I've been savoring summer in Albuquerque, but as I approach the anniversary of last summer's vacation, I find myself longing for Seattle.
Here's what I'm thinking about:
It's easy to miss Seattle in the summer. Yesterday, as I drove my two sweaty, lethargic kids across town in our small, oven-like car, I passed a thermometer that read 104 degrees. It's days like this that make me remember lying on the velvety lawn of my Seattle backyard, staring at the pale blue sky through a canopy of flowering Magnolia trees.
- Walking along Ballard Avenue eating a hot deli sandwich from the Other Coast Cafe.
- Strolling through Discovery Park and feeling like I'm deep in the woods, right in the middle of the city.
- Eating breakfast at Le Pichet.
- Going to Port Townsend and drinking beer on a deck by the water.
- Spending long, leisurely hours wandering through the best yarn shop in any city anywhere.
My longing has been intensified recently by the discovery of Orangette. Molly, the site's proprietress, writes so beautifully about Seattle that she makes me wish I was there.
There are plenty of things that I love about our city. Really. But I'm not thinking about those this week.
Alas, this summer, we won't be taking any big trips.
Instead. Our limited time and money is going toward improving things around the house. Over the past 3 months we have constructed the slowest fence in the history of fence construction. It's almost done, however, and we are so gratified to have done it ourselves. (With considerable help from dad. Thanks dad!).
Now we're shifting our energy to laying flagstone in the backyard, crafting a functional sandbox cover, and hanging strings of globe lights for late night get-togethers under the arbor.
Labels: life in general, monica, socks