I'm still trying to knit for Christmas presents for friends and Chanukah presents for family. And I am busier than ever substitute teaching which is the reason I can beg your pardon that I have not written in several days. I have finished making one of the silk eye pillows filled with rice and the lavender I grew in my garden this past summer. Now there is a never say never story for you. It would be way too cliche to write about a plant that I thought had died coming back to life, but the lavender plant is actually that story to a tee. (to a T?) Anyway, I will be making at least one more scented eye pillow and bequeathing them on some lucky person between the 21st and the 25th.
I started a cabled headband for another small project (see picture). It is a knitpicks free pattern
so I don't think anyone will mind me providing a link. And if you already have needles, it will only cost you $2.49 + shipping for the yarn (which is gorgeous) by the way. I chose a bright purple.
The month of December always makes me think about poetry. Here is a favorite poem of mine by A.E. Housman, who lived in Victorian England and suffered from great lonliness his whole life because he was a homosexual. His poems all had a similar rhyme scheme and lovely sentiments.
|WHEN I was one-and-twenty|
|I heard a wise man say,|
|‘Give crowns and pounds and guineas|
|But not your heart away;|
|Give pearls away and rubies||5|
|But keep your fancy free.’|
|But I was one-and-twenty,|
|No use to talk to me.|
|When I was one-and-twenty|
|I heard him say again,||10|
|‘The heart out of the bosom|
|Was never given in vain;|
|’Tis paid with sighs a plenty|
|And sold for endless rue.’|
|And I am two-and-twenty,||15|
| And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true.|
For a good time, read more poems by Housman.
Cheers and happy knitting,