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Thursday, January 19, 2012

Teacher-in-training

Happy new year, friends!

So much goes on in everyone's lives, it's always amazing to me. Since the new year, I've lost my full-time job, finished an album, and signed up to become a certified knitting teacher, for which I'll be traveling to the Fashion Institute in NYC at the end of February. A lot for just under three weeks, eh? Even though I'm sad that the place I work for is going out of business tomorrow, it's a kind of bittersweet feeling that one thing has ended to make way for something new and exciting.

Anyway, I'm determined to keep this little chronicle going. Got lots of projects on the needles, and as soon as I find my camera, it'll be all show and tell. One barrier to my blogging fun has been that my trusty little mac is in pieces on my husband's work bench, and with it, my ability to upload photos from my phone via Bluetooth. Can I do the same with a PC? No idea. Technology is my friend, but I'm lazy about getting in touch. I'm the bad friend to technology.

Since I have nothing current photographed, I want to share with you this really special thing. My father's mother, Georgia, was a knitter. She knit a sweater for my dad, which I promptly stole when I was old enough to wear it. I've had this sweater now for a good 18 years, if not longer, and I still wear it, though I've worn a hole in the elbow. I have always wanted to re-create it, not only because it's falling apart and also too big on me, but because I love the cable pattern and thought it would be fun to do myself. I never had the time/skills to figure it out until I got serious with knitting a few years ago, and even then, other projects have always been more pressing. I wished I just had the pattern, so that I could use the pattern my grandmother used. I imagined it had her handwriting in it (she died in 1996). None of my aunts or my dad seemed to know where the pattern was. I went to my aunt's house when my mother's mother passed away in late 2010, and she let me paw through all of her old patterns. And lookie what we found:
Hurray! And yes, it does have her handwriting in it. I'm so grateful that my aunt let me have this.

Hey for those folks in the Portland area...it's free to go into the Portland Museum of Art on Fridays after 5pm. Perhaps you already knew that. Well this Friday as in tomorrow, if you go into the Museum between 5 and 7, you will see local artists at work all over the place, as if they are working in their studios. Go into the Maine Contemporary artists' room on the 3rd floor, and you'll hear beautiful music from Plains and Hersey State, for free, surrounded by gorgeous art. Holy cow. For a list of participating artists, go here.

AND...Drab Pony strikes again, this Sunday at the Oak and Ax in Biddeford.
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