I love the routine of Sunday morning. Coffee, knitting, public radio. I love a Sunday morning that runs according to schedule and the ritual is not complete without a lazy flip through The New York Times. Nearly every Sunday I walk over to the bodega to get a copy. A decadent little treat I look forward to all week. But, there are days when the ritual is preempted by the occasional brunch or inclement weather. It’s hot, muggy and pouring rain this morning. It’s gross, I have the air on and I’m pretty content pretending it’s Fall. I’m afraid that even the Sunday Style Section can’t coax the needles out of my hands long enough to run to the store. Besides, once I’m outside, the illusion will be ruined. Nope. I’m staying in for now. I’ll have to make do with an online read. Which is fine, but not the same. If it were, I probably wouldn’t be so drawn to this.
We’re in for a very crafty weekend! Lots going on here in beautiful NYC. I”m headed out to Brooklyn to enjoy the break in the heat, amble around The Renegade Craft Fair (Hooray!) and of course, some public knitting. If you can’t make it to NYC in the next few hours, I’ll be posting pics from my adventures in craftland.
Everyone, keep an eye open for unexpected pops of color in cities all over. Something tells me there’s going to be a lot of this around town.
And to my fellow knitters, hope to see you all out… IN PUBLIC!
As a lifelong glasses wearer I can tell you that for me, glasses represent the ultimate struggle between form and function. They sit smack on your face and pretty much run the show in terms of a first impression whether you want them to or not. Be they bold and flashy or quiet…understated, they always make some kind of statement. Your choice in eyewear plays a role in determining how people see you and really says a lot about how you see yourself. I’d say glasses are one notch away from a face tattoo. If you’ve ever been photographed in your totally awesome glasses, you better believe those babies will pop-up on facebook decades later with some unsolicited comments Re: your short-sighted choice.
Whatever! YOU try picking out frames when you’re blind as a bat.
And yes, I realize there are many offenses in this photo and the glasses are not singularly to blame. BUT STILL! Everyone’s a critic.
Ok, Ok. Yes, I’ve made a few missteps. The thing is, blindly following trends has never worked for me (you like those big pink numbers?). There are people that can pull off the craziest sh*t while blindfolded and come out unscathed. I love them, I’m endlessly inspired by them and sometimes wish I were more that way. But, I’m slowly learning that trying to be something you aren’t does nothing to instill confidence or style. I’m all for reinventing oneself , but you gotta do it like you mean it, or don’t do it. Picking out frames is a task that requires some confidence on the part of the wearer. You need to be able to maintain a clear vision of what it is you’re looking for, be prepared to accept responsibility for your choice for all eternity and most importantly to be yourself whomever that may be.
On that note…
Lisa Loeb in what I think is my favorite pair from the Lisa Loeb Eyewear Collection, Everyday.Cute, right? Proof you can retain and even enhance your personality without looking like an a*s or a poser.
So excited to see the release of the Lisa Loeb Eyewear Collection. I am a fan from WAY back and have always felt a connection to LL that is due in no small part to her consistent ability to pull off a great pair of specs. I’m fully confident that my kindred four-eyed spirit (and fellow knitter, I hear!) can strike the right balance of comfort and style/form and function. I mean, really, have you ever seen a picture of her and thought “what was she thinking with those frames”? Glasses for people who always wear glasses by people who always wear glasses. I love it.
A few of my favorites. Doesn’t look like anyone in NYC is carrying them yet. How can that be? Can someone please start selling these so I can try them on? I have such high hopes, don’t stultify!
Take us out, Lisa…
Good morning and happy Saturday. Just having some coffee and flipping through a new cookbook I got for my birthday. Tomorrow I’m going to brunch at a friend’s house and feel like making something good to bring along. I’m imagining settling in for a day in a kitchen like this. Plenty of room to spread out and read the paper. Maybe knit a little while waiting for water to boil. Pull a Grandma Betty and put each ingredient in it’s very own little dish. My Grandma Betty notoriously used twice as many dishes then necessary for every meal. She couldn’t cook, but man could she set a table. She instilled a pretty desperate love of dishes to almost everyone in the family. The Bumsteads (and us Joneses) can not be trusted around a Bauer bowl. Yes, this is pretty close to my dream kitchen. Even an attached workroom for blocking sweaters and clothes line for drying hand knit socks. Pretty great.
This kitchen obviously needs this chair from Sit and Read. Can’t you just see it off in the corner in a patch of sun? Ahhhhh.
I mean, just plain mindless knitting. I wish I had a sweater on the needles and could just go around and around. No purling, no switching needles, no thought. My next project was to be a cardigan that is mostly stockinette but all that purling back sounds, eh I don’t know. I’m just not into it at the moment.
I cast on a few stitches with my coffee this morning with no particular plan in mind. Been picking it up here and there all day and knitting a few garter stitch rows (all knitting, no purling). I think this is the first time I’ve ever just knit to knit. Maybe it will turn into a scarf or something. Who knows. For now I’m content just knitting back and forth, clearing my head until the perfect project sings her siren song. Maybe something in garter stitch…
I’ve had my eye on the Elizabeth Zimmermann’s Rorschach Jacket forever. Every winter I reach for it. The perfect cozy sweater to thrown on. I bought the yarn at WEBS about 2 years ago and have yet to make it. You see, near as I can tell, this cardigan requires a bit of brain power on the part of the knitter. EZ was the ultimate knitter. She wanted us to be real knitters too. She fit all the stereotypical tropes. She’s motherly yet firm and uses words like “pithy” her gray hair swept up into a bun. When you read her words the image of the craggy old spinster, the old maid is transformed. You see her as a maker–period. This is a person you want to watch work. A person of strong character whose ingenuity is astonishing, who is constantly evolving her methods and passing them on to others in a way that forces us to be creative and thoughtful, not just knock out patterns by rote. Real knitters. The knitting itself isn’t so difficult (the Rorschach is all garter stitch) but written instructions are almost non-existent (pithy, indeed!). Yet somehow you come out of her instruction with a beautiful classic sweater or maybe a warm pair of cheerful mittens that feel all your own. A real sense of accomplishment. She was a true craftsperson.