It’s summer in Oklahoma. It’s hot – brutal hot. It’s 9pm and finally the temp is below 90F. We just came in from harvesting in the lavender field. This time of year we have what we jokingly refer to as Summer Hours. Out early to work, inside for lunch and siesta, inside work, dinner and…
It’s almost time for the new Season of Lace to begin, Summer of Lace. I’m jazzed. At 2:30am I was awake playing with yarn down in the Rabbit Hole. The SoL KAL (knitalong) is for the Aeolian Shawl, another great design by Elizabeth Freeman. She of the Laminaria Shawl fame, designer extraordinaire. I was smitten…
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My day at market began great! The first smiling knitter I saw was Mary from OKC SWAK and the good times kept rolling from there. I’ve posted a short blurb about the market WWKIP on this link along with some photos. Another market vendor is submitting a story to several farmers market publications which may…
WWKIP Tulsa, Oklahoma13 June 2009 The Experience Local Fiber and Local Food World Wide Knit in Public Day allows knitters to bring the often solitary practice of their craft into a local event and showing the public that knitting can be a community activity. Started in 2005 about 25 local events were held around the…
Journal Entry 10 June 2009 No shots were fired during dinner. Funny how we come to note such events. Since we didn’t appear to be in a war zone this evening we slipped into our Tevas, drove down into the lower pasture and stopped at the water crossing. A creek hike was in order. Chris…
10:42pm I hear a crunch..crunch..CRACK! A tree falls somewhere near the creek. The beavers have finished another job. var gaJsHost = ((“https:” == document.location.protocol) ? “https://ssl.” : “http://www.”);document.write(unescape(“%3Cscript src=’” + gaJsHost + “google-analytics.com/ga.js’ type=’text/javascript’%3E%3C/script%3E”)); var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker(“UA-xxxxxx-x”);pageTracker._trackPageview();
Nothing tells you that you’re living the country life more than gunshots ringing in your lower pasture during dinner. I jumped. Chris looked at me. I jumped again as the next shot rang out. I rushed to open the door to the deck even though I knew full well what was going on. A week…
Thank you to all of the people who commented with a bit of their day! I enjoyed what you shared and jumped over to read your blogs as well. What fun! For the past week I’ve been sitting on my hands – keeping myself from posting anything so I could keep that 100th post at…
