Four grown kids, six delightful grandchildren, constant, long-time partner. A retired academic, I'm adapting to life in a Vancouver condo after decades in a waterfront home on a very small (Canadian) West Coast island. Keen to discover what new priorities emerge, what interests persist, in this urban life after 60!
I finally finished these socks (Yarn Harlot's Simple Sock Recipe in Noro Silk Garden) to warm the feet of the man whose efforts will help keep us warm this winter. I've made socks for my son and daughters, for girlfriends, for myself, but Pater hasn't yet got a pair, and it was time.
After all, he works hard at all these manly tasks (yes, that is tongue in cheek, but I'll admit my feminist self isn't rushing out to play with the chainsaw).
I thought the colours, textures, and patterns resulting from his logging efforts were spectacular.
Much inspiration here for the kinds of neutrals that Duchesse favours -- wonderful combinations of grey and brown, that tawny-pink of the sawdust, the coppery tones of wood under freshly-peeled bark. . .
We speculate that these marks are left behind by some tool in the logging process or else something used while chaining the logs together to transport them.
All those chunks, waiting to be split, waiting to dry out over the summer, waiting to flare up in our new woodstove, keeping us cozy some winter night.
My clever guy, making physics work for him, lifting that crushingly heavy log up so that he can cut through it. He definitely deserves a pair of socks!
I also finished a little dress I was knitting for Nola. Now I only have to finish off the Regina scarf I've been knitting since last May (!!). It's almost done, and then I will have nothing on the needles. That is, if I can resist casting on anything new first. I'm going to try hard -- it will be such a novelty to begin from a clear slate. I don't think I've had all projects finished at once for four or five years.