The baby squirrel sweater is starting to almost look like a sweater. It’s a sweater body at least, even if it’s missing arms and a button band. And buttons. The latter two of which are my least favorite parts of sweater knitting. Picking out buttons is shockingly difficult.
It’s a good thing that I’m so close, too, because the baby in question was born a few days early! So I’m even more behind than I thought. I’m sure his parents are too sleep-deprived to notice, but it is good motivation to get this sweater finished and sent off in time to be worn.
The Majors have arrived! Amen and hallelujah! A mere 22 cards left in this crazy experiment of mine. The Majors are, of course, the biggest journey of the tarot. If the suits are experiences through certain themes, then majors are the big themes of life.
We begin this journey quite literally, with The Fool. Traditionally pictured as a young man, accompanied by a dog, carrying his belongings on a stick, the Fool is often seen about to step off a cliff, seemingly unaware of the plunge before him.
Given my not-insubstantial fear of heights, I made it quite clear to Nancy that we were not going to be using any cliffs in this photoshoot, at any point. Instead, we decided to use trains and took a day trip to Sacramento and the railroad museum to work on this. It was great fun, and the museum staff were quite tickled by my period outfit — I think three tried to recruit me as a volunteer.
Not surprisingly, as we got back into the swing of things, the Fool made itself known in my life. I had felt on the cusp of something I wanted very much, only to find it wasn’t going to happen. I found myself reaching a point of now what – to want things in that same direction hurt too much. So much like the Fool, I felt myself wandering without any real direction. Ready to go somewhere – but not sure where. I’m still not sure, but it’s time to start walking even if I’m not sure of the way.
When The Fool comes up in a reading, it’s time to look at where you’re headed. What new things can you be working towards? Sometimes these may be journeys that are clear — a new job, a new school, the start of a new relationship. Other times, they may not be. You may find this cards turns up when you’re feeling stuck, unmotivated, hopeless. In those times, it’s a sign to start moving. Every journey starts with a single step – so take yours.
It’s another pair of CAYA socks done and off the needles! These are for the lovely Maia Mermaid, and I knew I had found the perfect pattern. A priestess of Aphrodite and a devotee of the Freya, these viking swans were clearly the socks for Maia. I also knew I needed a lovely pink yarn.
The yarn used in these is Madeline Tosh Sock in Sunrose and Calligraphy. It was a dream to knit with and came out so beautifully. The pattern is Valkyries by Karen S. Laugher and can be purchased on Ravelry.
Overall I’m pleased with how these turned out but I admit — they took a long time. The pattern is gorgeous but was a hard one to get into a groove with, but it was totally worth all the effort to have these done and present them to Maia!
I’m alternating between knitting on the Lammas sweater and the Squirrel sweater while I wait for the yarn for the next pair of CAYA socks to arrive. I’m making progress, even if it’s slow.
The squirrel sweater is also progressing, though I’m started to note that the body is the same length as the body of the Lammas sweater — you know, the one designed to fit a full grown adult.
I’m fairly certain there’s a salient comment on the state of women’s fashion in there, but I’m too tired to find it.
On the up side, it’s very soothing knitting which has been exactly what I needed lately with things getting shaken up personally and physically — woke up on Sunday at 3 am to the big shaker in Napa! Things are all fine here in Alameda; nothing even got knocked over that I could tell. It’s the strongest earthquake since Loma Prieta in 1989, and I’m hoping it’s the big one for the next 20 years or so.
I’d also like to note that my cats? Worhtless as earthquake detectors. No warning, and Padma just sat up and blinked at me. Which is more than Fred – he slept right through the entire thing, as well as my middle of the night Twitter frenzy post-quake. Useless, the pair of them.
At any rate, the earthquake gave me a nice excuse to sit around on Sunday, knitting and watching Frontline, because that is how I roll over here. Both sweaters seem to be stalled around the six inch mark so hoping I can break through and make real progress.
No final photos yet – I know, it’s sad – but we’re moving along through the photoshoots. It’s hard to believe we only have 19 cards to go!
The High Priestess, much like the Magician, was a deceptively easy shoot in terms of props and location. I fear these are lulling us into a false sense of security about how the Majors are going to go.
Here’s a peek at what you have to look for:
In the meantime, it’s onward with the project and soon you’ll get to start to see the finished photos.
The sweater is slowly coming along — I’ve finally finished the baby squirrel chart, so it should pick up, which is good because I’m pretty sure that the intended recipient is about at her due date.
I considered requesting she wait until I was closer to finished to deliver, but I’m pretty sure pregnant ladies don’t like that much.
I do like how the squirrels turned out, so hopefully the rest goes quickly! I’ll have more time too — I’ve finished another pair of socks (which you’ll see as soon as I deliver them to their recipient!) but the yarn for the next pair is still en route since I didn’t realize how much processing time the order would need. Which gives me a guilt-free sock break and time to work on the baby knitting that needs to get done.
Apparently I am the suburban version of Snow White because, y’all, animals just keep showing up on my doorstep.
I don’t know if they can sense that I’m a sucker, or if there’s some sort of animal kingdom hotline, but I’m reaching the point where I don’t even guess what creatures will be on my deck when I wake up.
Case in point, on Tuesday, this is what greeted me as I looked out my back door.
I’m calling him Rocket, and I believe he’s behind the repeated upending of the cat food container of outdoor kitty’s food. (It’s been moved inside now).
He was also greatly unmoved by my efforts to get him to move off the porch so I could feed the cat, which left me standing on my deck in a robe, hollering at a raccoon while sleepy enough for my southern accent to return. Hello California; my roots, let me show you them.
He was also supremely unimpressed with the apple I tossed his way, and I haven’t seen him since but I suspect he’s still around.
If I am to collect wildlife, then I would like to humbly suggest to the universe that some corvids or a fox would not go amiss …