The last time I lived alone was in 1975, thanks to my friend Carol who was in charge of the resident apartments at college during the summer of that same year. And I loved it. I was never lonely, never bored. It didn’t hurt that a bunch of my guy friends lived upstairs just in case I got worried about some weird noise. I could always bang on the ceiling for help (unless, of course, the weird noise was coming from them).
Now, 40 years later, here I am, living alone and loving it. I never get lonely, and I never get bored. I have to wonder if it’s because I grew up in such a large family where there was no such thing as privacy, much less being alone in the house (save for the one time two car loads left for church, each assuming I was in the other car; but that didn’t last long enough). Perhaps had I been an only child or in a much smaller family being alone might not seem so appealing.
I remember having horses when I was young. And just to find somewhere quiet to read, I would go to the stable, climb on Clancy backward, lay on my tummy resting my book on his butt, and read to my heart’s content listening to him munch on hay while slowly moving around his stall. It is one of my most perfect memories.
I sort of feel like that now. I feel content.
And I look forward to sharing my little “condo of contentment” with whomever would like to visit.
It’s easy for me to get a little ‘hum-buggie” this time of year, especially when the holiday seems to be force-fed down our throats by greedy consumerism that would LOVE to have us start Christmas shopping right after Halloween. (Don’t get me started!) But I do love Christmas music. And while it’s sometimes a little difficult to get into the spirit of the season here in sunny Florida, the traditional Christmas tunes help a lot. My favorite traditional Christmas song is “I’ll Be Home For Christmas,” currently the Rascal Flatts a cappella version.
But I have another favorite Christmas song that brings back the most wonderful, happy memory for me, and, it turns out, my son Drew. When Andrew was a youngster in northern Michigan, he played ice hockey along with several of his neighborhood buddies. Weekends were often spent in the car driving to practices and games. On one of those weekends in December, I was driving him and two of his buddies, Nick and Joe, about an hour and a half east to the town of Alpena for a game. I had a cassette of Christmas music that I’d made up, and we were all enjoying the ride over in the snow, singing along to the songs we knew. But when Tom Petty started in with Christmas All Over Again, things really started hopping. This is a catchy tune, and the chorus is pretty easy to learn, so as it played, the boys got louder and louder, and in my mind I can see them, each with their windows open, their heads out and faces to the sky, singing the title of the song at the top of their voices! And when it was over, I’d have to rewind so we could play it – and sing it – again.
What a wonderful memory! And now every year around this time, when the radio starts playing Christmas tunes, one of us will hear that song and remember. Sometimes I’ll call Drew and just play him the song, hoping it’s his first exposure of the season. He’s done the same to me. He’s taught his kids that song, and they love it as much as he does.
Is it a silly ‘tradition’ or just a happy memory? Who cares? It makes me smile and brings me ‘tidings of great joy!’ And it’s Chrisssss-mas! All Ooooo-ver! Again!
Well, I’ve taken the next step. Looky, looky what I’ve gone and done:
And if you look real close, you’ll see two full ‘bobbins’ and a peachy ball of spun wool sitting atop the spindle. I’m such a newbie at this, but we have a very fun group of spinners that come in every third Thursday that I knew I had to be a part of it all. I learned this is a “Baynes” wheel from New Zealand; I bought it used. I know it’s from the 1960’s, it’s a ‘castle’ style, and I love the look of it. It also makes a little “clickity-clackity” noise while I’m treadling. And I do treadle madly. (In fact, I was treadling so madly last fall at my cottage this thing almost landed in the deep end of the lake.) I still have a lot to learn. But honestly, sometimes I feel compelled to spin; it’s the only word I can use to describe the feeling. Now if anyone says anything about ‘spinning your wheels’ I say, “YES! YES! YES!”
I’m making something, but I’m not sure it’s progress. I did finish the blue socks and have since worn them enough that I’d show you a picture of them, but they’re in the wash. If I had more time, I’d do that hand-washing thing, but there ya go.
So this little hat went to my son’s friend Dan’s new baby niece. It’s made with angora and wool, and if it wouldn’t look too queer on me, I’d make one for me.
Isn’t this cute? It’s called a Loop d’ Loop by Chris Bylsma. I made it with Interlacements Oregon Worsted Stripe.
So now I’ve started another pair of socks, a Scrawl , and another hat like the one above only in an adult size. Yeah; I have odd friends.
I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna post all my UFO’s here along with pics. I know ya’ll think owning a yarn shop has to be the best place in the world to knit. That’s what I thought, too. And in a way that’s true. I mean, I have access to all the yarn I want and patterns galore. But I’m finding, instead, that it’s absolutely the best place in the world to start knitting.
Here. Enjoy them one at a time…