The days may not be so bright and balmy—
yet the quiet and melancholy that linger
around them is fraught with glory. Over
everything connected with autumn there
lingers some golden spell—some unseen
influence that penetrates the soul with
its mysterious power.
There has been a lot of
knitting in my days which
is always a good thing.
I turned the heels on my
am working on the gussets.
I cast on to make my own
Tolt Folded Bag and hope
to line it with some pretty
fabric and add a leather
handle...I'll keep you posted.
I wanted to say thank you
for all your help to yesterday's
post. I now know that the
yarn is 3 ply, has 8 wpi and
has a stitch count of 18
stitches per four inches.
After winding up the hank
into two balls I am making
a guess that there is about
400 yards of aran weight
yarn to play with. Now to
find just the right pattern.
I am still reading What Alice Forgot
and while it started out with humor
it has now taken a darker, sadder
turn. Alice bumped her head and
has lost the last ten years of her
life, not remembering that she has
three children and is in the middle
of a nasty divorce.
It has made me wonder how I would
react to not remembering the last
ten years of my own life, Oh dear!
a huge part of my life just gone.
Joining with Ginny