The Face of Summer

It was Christmas that snowed me under, and left me without a thought of my own.  I was burned out on everything and went into survival mode.  No creative juices flowed, no real time even to wonder why.  I wasn’t sure I wanted to keep this blog going, but I am going to give it another chance and see how it goes.  So, hang with me and we will do this together. 

It was Dish Rag Tag that modivated me to start a blog and step out into the world of the internet via knitting.  What a community it is and growing all the time.  I feel a bit overwhelmed by the speed of it and all the “new” that is added on a daily basis.  And so, it is Dish Rag Tag: the sequel that has me back here again trying to get on track and learn a few more tricks, and share the journey.

The box came today in all its crumpled glory. The mail carrier was a little embarrased to be handing it off, and I am sure she was wondering what all the fuss was about as I was greedly trying to get it out of her hands.  It didn’t look too exciting to her……,” but its the BOX!!!” I told her beaming.

Well, who had time to explain…..I had knitting to be done, and goodies to discover. 

I waited, oh….maybe 5 seconds, then with scissors in hand I carefully performed box surgery.  So much tape was holding it together.  I got it back into a cube shape, briefly looked at all the great things Marie sent,  grabbed a cotton skein and got busy casting on.   Five minutes shy of two hours the dishcloth was finished.  The fastest I have ever knit.  I had my husband let me know the time in 15 minute increments.  It helped keep the pace. 

After entering information online and a very brief message to the team, it was time to fill the box with yarn and goodies for Emily.  Postcards from every state the box went, the required two skeins of cotton, sweet treats and assorted momentoes, and of course the dishrag.  I layed the “Read ME” sheet on the very top and taped her up..(the box is a She).  The label got printed and just as I am taping it on, I started to get very teary…….didn’t see that coming.  Being last to send the box meant that it was almost over and I will miss the adventure of it all.

With my husband insisting on doing the driving (the thought of an emotional,excited,tired-from-knitting,hasn’t-had-lunch wife on the road scared him….oh,why?), we made our swift way to the post office and handed our box off once again to travel another distance.  Only this time it was going home to Emily.  The sweet USPS clerk weighed in the box.

 It was after we got home that I could really enjoy looking at all the fun goodies that Marie sent, and how sweet the dishrag looked.  All of it was great, Marie, Thank You so very much.  And Thank You Emily for all the hard work to keep this afloat for all to enjoy, and enjoy we did!

The pink and grey petal design went in the box to Alabama knitted from the yarn Marie sent in the box, and I get the square dishrag in one of my very favorite colorways! 

There are greetings and congratulations galore at the party over at www.yarnmiracle.com right now since just today we found out who won second,  third , and  fourth place in the TAG.  Come join the fun!

It happened at Quakertown Quilts.  It was an unusual day anyway, because I decided to put my hair up….I never do that!  Out the door I went to browse, touch, and explore fabric.  I came across a small yarn section in the store, and after some conversation with staff, offered to make knitted samples.  A snowball of events transpired, which included teaching the staff to knit, meeting yarn reps, planning projects for display to coordinate with store events, and so much more.  A knit group was formed on Wednesdays, and here we all are in this sewing environment, with many beginning knitters. This title is a tribute to the hard work and support of the quilting staff , who gave it their all to learn how to knit. And sew, knit begins. 

This blog is about all the learning that has gone on in the last year, and all that is to come.  A testiment is this very blog.  Who would have imagined it….not I.