Almost three years ago, in January of 2013, I started knitting through Knitting on the Road by Nancy Bush. When I cast on that first pair of socks, called “Canada,” I was living in Ambridge, 7 months pregnant with my first baby. Back then, blazing through a pair of socks a month was no big deal. I … More Knitting on the Road
It took two and a half months, but I’m finally finished with “Conwy” – the final pair of socks from Knitting on the Road by Nancy Bush. Yarn review: Oh, Ranco! I bought this yarn Long Ago and Far Away, at a yarn shop on Cape Cod, if I remember correctly. Back when Jared and I … More A Conweight is Lifted
My body decided that our day off was a great day to come down with a sinus infections, I am taking a merciful break on the couch while Jared takes the girls off to a playground. It’s -17 and windy, but it’s sunny, so it’s time to play! The October Gloom has finally dissipated, and … More A Few Words for a Big Land
Remember when I was gluten-free? Remember when I was making bread by hand, after hand-sprouting, dehydrating, and hand-grinding my own flower? Ha. No more. That is like, the opposite of now. Between a kitchen with actual counter space, and the price of bread, I have embraced the long-scorned bread machine. (Indeed, I briefly had two.) Now … More In my Kitchen: latter September (part 2)
The fact that I posted that last essay, that I was so obviously displeased with, instead of just deleting it, is evidence itself of how bad I am at letting my “mandalas” blow away. Oh well. I’m going to make it even worse. I’m about to show you lousy pictures of my food. During a down week … More In my Kitchen: latter September (part 1)
My knitting has slowed to a snail’s pace. We’ve been here a month and a half, and I’ve got one measly sock to show for it. This is not surprising. When would I knit? We don’t commute anymore. My spare time is spent writing sermons or planning things. My evenings are spent working, or drinking … More Mandalas in the Wind
We’ve been living in Iqaluit for over three weeks now. Is it really only three weeks? It feels a lot longer. It already feels like home. Like we just live here. Even though, at the same time, we’ve only started to scratch the surface of what we’ll actually be doing here. There are moments when that … More Finishing and Starting
This morning, read Psalms 23 and 24. The Lord who is my shepherd is also the King of glory. Imminence and transcendence jammed right together. Psalm 23 is one of the psalms most focused on the reader. So much “me” and “I”. (No wonder we like it so much.) It is such a powerful reminder … More Shepherd and King
Here I had all this knitting packed, and for the remainder of our travels, I only knit on one thing. It all started with this yarn, spun by my mom and plied by me. (Funnily enough, plied when N was almost the exact age that M is now.) The gobstopper yarn, as I have called … More Travel Knitting: Vaycays
I can hear you asking the obvious question. “Rebecca, you weirdo, what have you been knitting?!” Knitting time over the last few weeks has been sparse at best. Our weeks looked something like: pack for sealift, travel to Ottawa and back, plan an ordination service, host family for the weekend, prep for a moving sale, then pack … More Travel Knitting: Maryland
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