On the needles--Reine by Alexis Winslow in Madelinetosh merino light. It's not moving along too quickly, but then, neither is fall. We might actually come together at the same time. I'm just about ready to start the front shaping and split for the armholes.
A couple weeks ago we were at the Wellfleet Flea Market on the Cape.
we love wandering around this drive-in theatre venue----you never know what you'll find...
One of the vendors had The Nantucket Table in his booth. The cover was really (REALLY) faded, the pages slightly crunched---it had obviously made the trip to the flea market many many times. And no wonder. He was asking $10 for it---and wouldn't budge a penny.
We spent the day on Nantucket on our last visit to the Cape, and while that wasn't on this year's schedule, the book was so nicely styled and brought back such fond memories that I thought maybe it would be a good souvenir to bring home.
Do I need another cookbook?
I think NOT!! (and these are the ones that survived the recent "purge"!!) But a souvenir--now that's in a whole different category (isn't it???). My copy arrived today from one of Amazon's used book sellers.....for $2.00.
A used book?? A big stuffed Pink Panther??? I think I made the right souvenir choice!
joining Ginny for Yarnalong and Tami for WIP Wednesday.
I don't go thrifting as much as I'd like to, but I did pop into one of my favorite places this week and found this treasure--just before all the hellebores finish blooming for the spring. (But won't hydrangeas or cosmos or irises or even zinnias look pretty in it???) Can you ever have too many pretty little flower containers?
At church last Sunday one of our senior members called me over and patted the seat next to her. I love Joann. She's feisty, fun, a gardener, a birder and I often forget that she's 84 years old--young? (she makes no bones about her age--she's actually rather proud of it) We're in a yoga class together! (Neither of us are very good.)
She handed me a package all wrapped up in a CVS plastic bag, and immediately started apologizing. She was cleaning out. She came across something. She knows I love old things and thought I might like this, but it's ratty and in need of repair.
It belonged to her husband's grandmother.
Her knitting bag! Her needles, embroidery hoop, some balene double points.
Some of the needles are newer--but the wooden ones have some serious history. Can't you just see her grabbing her bag and meeting some like-minded friends for an afternoon of tea and knitting? Socks, I think. Maybe some wooly hats for all her children and grandchildren.
I think the bag is perfectly lovely with its wear and slight imperfections.
Anyone else love Mr. Popper's Penguins as much as I do? My third grade teacher read it to us at the end of the school day (in spite of the fact that we all thought we were much too old to be read to), and while that was just about a gazillion years ago, isn't it great that these oldies are still around and still entertaining? (I've heard The Borrowers is also being made into a movie. I LOVED that whole series; I think it sparked the magpie collector in me at an early age....and I'm still at it....)
So, how could I resist these little Russian Matryoshka nesting penguins? Maybe they would like to live with a Russian family?
But, then again, they might want to hang out with some of their own kind...
I didn't even know I HAD a penguin collection!
Same antique mall, I also found this little guy. Je pense qu'il est tres francais, n'est pas???
Woke up Friday with my back doing the spasmy-thing. So most of the weekend was spent shuffling hunched over and doing a comparative test with Aleve and Motrin. I'm not sure if Aleve really won, or if the spasms just decided to quit, but I'm almost back to my normal (if rather uncoordinated) self.
Hurting or not, I wasn't going to waste a perfectly good weekend, so daughter, JayBob, and friend headed on a mini-road trip and did a bit of junking (scored some swell little jelly jars with tin lids), had lunch, hopped into a yarn shop, and got groceries. I know--traveling an hour to a grocery store (with a lousey back) doesn't make much sense, but.....
it beat staying at home and watching the sump pump being replaced (just in time since we're having a lulu of a thunderstorm at the moment), or mourn the fact that the heater in the greenhouse shorted out and I lost everything I was trying to winter over. The rosemary might be OK--too soon to tell. Geraniums are history, though.
But....look what started to bloom on the kitchen window sill! It smells as pretty as it looks.
What better way to spend a beautiful fall day than taking to the road and antiquing junking with a friend?
Passed up a couple of real treasures....
I LOVE the Steelers! Every 4-5 years we even have a Steelers party. Wouldn't this be great? I passed it up. (I live in a really really really small cottage--storage is at a premium and this would be stored 99.9% of its life with us. Can't do it.)
Or how about this treasure???
A silk lobster (creel sold separately), and we all know how I LOVE lobsters! ????Nope.
It breaks my heart to see wonderful handknit/handcrocheted things in these kinds of shops going for next to nothing--knowing the time, effort, talent, and $$ that went in to the creating. Sometimes I feel I just have to rescue them....
Can you read that tag....$200!!! They obviously treasured it enough for both of us.
So...what did I buy???
a little frog planter...isn't he cute?
BOO!!! Isn't he creepy?? (I LOVE decorating for Halloween!)
But, I've saved the best for last. We went in to this mall..... antiques? fleas? furniture? treasure?
and found this....
yep--no doubt about it....treasure!!!!!!
look great made into this? I checked the pattern, and I was 2 balls short, but....