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Showing posts with label knitting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label knitting. Show all posts

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Mish-Mash & Moosh

My thoughts on the happenings around Panther Creek Cottage these days are a bit of a mish-mash of home, garden and life. Be warned, moosh happens!




My first handspun

My lovely daughter and grand- daughter, the dual team of Meilleuereamie have mentored me in my pursuit of spinning and knitting. I am a blessed woman! Peruse their shop and see all the lovelies these two create.





The beginnings of my first ever knitting project. A hat, just in time!





I have no specific purpose right off hand for these dried hops I've harvested other than they are a sensory delight to me. I'm loving their soft green hue, all delicate and light. Taking in their green-y pungent aroma will help lift my spirits when the winter doldrums kick in.




HH rigged up this filter for the spring water that fills the hillbilly hot tub.
It does the job!
Go here to see where our spring water originates.





Hot soaks in my hillbilly hot tub are becoming a bit of routine for me. I crank up the burners and round the time I've finished working in the cool fall air, the greenhouse is all steamy. I grab some tea (or pinot), a book and rejuvenate.




We've eaten the last edible cucumber from the garden making me wince when I think of the ones that got away. But I'm reminded that what doesn't make it to our mouths or to the insides of farm critters, when consumed by the earth, feeds the hidden and miraculous world that resides under it's surface. Feeding and "uppen-ing" the very source that will provide next year's bounty.

Moosh is good!

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

She Rocks!


When I was eleven, I distinctly remember spending hours gazing up at the sky at my collection of cloud creatures. Sitting on our curb in suburbia while folks washed their cars on Saturday morning providing me with endless hours of floating little leaf boats on streams of soap bubble water. And mud pies, all young ladies were trained in the art, weren't they? My how times have changed.

Meet my 11 year old grandaughter Madeline,

Mads
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Mads and Daffodil, her Angora bunny.
And that's just the beginning.





Mads gently but quickly (blurred photo action) grooms Daffodil.
In this way she gathers her lovely silky, silvery white Angora fiber.






Mads and her bag O' fiber.
Courtesy of Miss Daffodil.

This is what Mads does when she's not gazing up at cloud creatures.





Mads.

She cards the fiber.







Mads.

she spins the fiber to make yarn.






Mads.

She knits the yarn.

(The large sour cream container is recycled into a holder for Mad's ball of yarn. A little hole punched into the top of the lid for threading the yarn through helps keep her yarn tangle free and from escaping somewhere under furniture.
)






Mads.

She covers her noggin with her knitted goods.

MADS!





SHE ROCKS!

PS. Mads.
She's also an expert at leaf boating.