It’s always wonderful to return home, but returning home after some hard sailing makes the pleasure even sweeter. I may be a seasoned sailor after 35 years (well, maybe not) but I will never be a a hardened sailor. Late summer often offers some big challenges. My husband doesn’t feel this way at all! You can check out a particularly hard day for me here by clicking on the video.
While sailing, I finished knitting (and partially sewing!) my kimono cardigan from Dovetail designs. I just tried it on and I love it! (I don’t say that often.) I might not add the shawl collar since I like it so much as is!
(After wearing this sweater on two chilly days last week I have decided to knit the shawl collar, which you can see in progress)
While knitting I listened to my audible copy of The Pillars of the Earth, by Ken Follett, read by John Lee. I’ve wanted to read this book for years and never got around to it. To listen while knitting was a delightfully guilty pleasure! It’s hard to imagine wanting to actually read anything ever again when I can listen to someone who was chosen to read for their lyrical voice while I continue to knit!
Although I listened to four books on audible this summer, I did manage to actually read two books: The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and her niece Annie Barrows, and The Elegance of Hedgehogs by Muriel Barbery (translated from French by Alison Anderson). Both were delightful for the same reason! …a quirky look at a particular time period in a particular niche of society. Both were so well done that I regret finishing them! I particularly regret that Ms. Shaffer’s voice is gone from us now after such a lovely book.
I’ve just bought my ticket for the “Wild Fibers” annual dinner at the New York State Sheep and Wool Festival, which means I will definitely go the festival!…in spite of never needing another ounce of spinnable fiber! The weekend is October 17 and 18, and the dinner is Saturday evening. If you will be there please let me know! I want to meet you!
Goethe said, "One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words." I’m off to do a little of that right now….