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Hi, Jan,

Thermodynamic driving forces make things happen. A difference in electric potential makes a current flow, a difference in temperature causes heat to flow, you get the idea.

So, as things get cold and bleak here, we are seeing the effects of a thermodynamic driving force in action.? Warm woolenwear is flowing into the region, and we even got an influx of hot, hot stuff from the South this week.? A package arrived from Virginia, with my name on it…

It’s hard to feel chilly looking at my new Violette needle case, designed and created by Knit Nana aka Nana Sadie Rose aka Sallee, a wonderful new friend from Sock Summitting.? In addition to knitting, Sallee sews wonderful bags, and when I saw this design, Violette,? on Jocelyn’s blog, I sinned.? I coveted it something furious.? And I wasn’t going to wait around hinting for someone to give it as a gift (not like I have had to do for my yet-to-be-attained first set of Signature needles (size 0, 5″ dpns, stilletto point, not that I’m hinting, at all, like, really…)).

I’m glad I didn’t wait.? Look at it’s warm goodness, just perfect solace for a week when most of the leaves decided to fall at once.? Pockets for dpns, multiple leaves for circulars, so bright, so soft, so happy on the eyes.? (Yes, I do have more dpns than will fit in those pockets.? Wanna make something of it?!)

I just got off the phone with Marie, by the way, and it was great to hear her laughing and smiling and happy on my ears.? She is clearly doing much better.? I hope you are also finding some happy, and some warmth, this weekend.

Love,

Ellen

P.S.? More warmth this week – Wilson brought flowers to me as a Happy Anniversary of our First Date.? It really is a more important day to us than the wedding anniversary, truth be told.? I have to pinch myself when I think about how great these 32 years have been.

Hi, Jan,

I’ve just come off a very hard week – personnel issues on a non-profit board I’m on, no good solution possible, tons of work to come, lots of soul searching, and to top it off, a delayed flight home to a sick husband.? I was so needing to be taken care of.? I guess that’s where the cognac came in. (Mom, no big worries, it’s a cold, nothing worse, but he is laying low today, watching football and drinking tea, not what I was drinking last night.)

So I’m trying to take care of myself, and I’m finding that sitting in the autumn sun,weaker though it is at this point in October, and listening to bluegrass music and knitting is kind of lifting my mood.? I’m enjoying the play of the lower angle of the sun on the textures of my gansey.

And outside, Karen’s wedding violas are still smiling, which certainly warms my heart.

I hope your weekend is finding you smiling.

Love,

Ellen

P.S.? No sooner than I had posted this did I find out that my niece, Jan’s daughter, took a bad tumble down a stairway and has a severely broken ankle with a long road to recovery ahead of her.? She’ll be fine eventually, but is in a lot of pain right now.? Please send healing vibrations her way and supportive thoughts to Jan, who undoubtedly isn’t really smiling right now.

Hi, Jan,

I suddenly realized I didn’t have a picture of B in the last post.? Serious deficit on my part.

Here he is with K and Biscuit.? Biscuit is clearly his cat.

Brandon loves kitties, loves to cook, loves children, loves K.? I tell ya, what’s not to love?!

Love to you, too.

E

Dear Jan,

This has been a crazy year.? Super cold winter (like the old days, claim the natives), super cold summer (coldest July on record), summer in September (record breaking warmth, probably warmer than July), and then this (tied for heaviest snow in first half of October).

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It makes me think of wool socks.? This one is for Wilson, a broken rib pattern, toe up, out of Trekking Pro Natura (75% wool, 25% bamboo). ?? I hope it fits him.

(But if it doesn’t, I’m pretty sure it fits me.)

Love,

Ellen

Dear Jan,

Long ago, back when our daughters were teenagers, Karen gave me a sweater.? It was very special.? It came all the way from Romania.? She thought to buy me a big, bulky sweater and carried it all around on her trip into the roots of Unitarianism, through Vlad’s castle, during a total eclipse of the sun, to the villages to see the cows come home.? That alone made it special, but thinking about the knitter who knit it, subsistence knitting to sell to tourists at heartbreakingly low prices, also made it special.

But it didn’t fit around my head.? I folded it and tucked it away, planning to undo the tight cast off and fix it sometime soon.

Did I mention I received this lo, those many days ago when our daughers were teenagers?? Yes, it’s been quite a while.? I felt the odd pang of guilt, but never enough to actually get it fixed.

Last Friday I rode home from Toronto next to a lovely young limnologist from Romania.? We talked at length about limnology, but also about Romania and how it was home to the very first proclamation of religious freedom, the Edict of Turda, when King John II Sigismund proclaimed in 1568 (rough translation into English, cut and pasted straight from Wikipedia):

His majesty, our Lord, … reaffirms that in every place the preachers shall preach and explain the Gospel each according to his understanding of it, and if the congregation like it, well. If not, no one shall compel them for their souls would not be satisfied, but they shall be permitted to keep a preacher whose teaching they approve…, no one shall be reviled for his religion by anyone….?

Francis David (Dávid Ferenc) was his Unitarian minister, and we UU’s remain very impressed by this approach.

I arrived home to a chilly, dank weekend and dug into my sweaters.? There it was – practically leaping into my arms after this reminder of what a remarkable trip K had had and how fortunate I am to have a daughter who would drag a sweater that is about a cubic yard of wool all around Transylvania for me.? (This puppy is really fluffy.)

So I started unraveling this quaint, peasant-knit sweater’s neck, ready to make quick work of? the binding so I could start wearing it.? Wait – what’s this?? The neck has a seam.? Oh, the knitter wouldn’t have had circular needles and I guess not even dpns, so the crude back and forth ribbing, not too surprising.

Huh, that isn’t the simple one by one ribbing I was expecting.? Aren’t those twisted stitches?? And, what? why is there an additional yarn running between ribs?? I was gobsmacked.? That quaint peasant knitter had done the ribbing in twisted Brioche stitch.? In fact, the sleeve and waist ribbing were all twisted Brioche, too.

And, upon closer inspection, those? cute little two stitch cables they’d added for a little textural interest were really k3tog followed by a k1p1k1 in same stitch on the next round.? That is something I encountered in a Japanese knitting class, not something I expected on rustic subsistence knitting.

This knitter may have not had the access to the tools I have, and maybe fell prey to the same mistake many toe up sock knitters do (cursed tight bind off), but they sure were sophisticated.? And after reknitting in the pencil roving that made up this sweater, splicing as I went when the roving pulled apart, I felt such a greater appreciation and humility than when I started.? This was a sweater that deserved the sewn bind off I gave it.

Whereupon it gave me a hug back.

Hugs to you,

Ellen