Twist and Twine Yarn & Pages

Yarn:::
Ever since this day, I’ve been peeking around Ravelry and wondering how I ever lived without it.  I wanted a shawl since I’ve seen so, so many on posts of knitty bloggy pals I just adore.  I wanted a shawl that made me smile and I wanted a pattern that I could knit with fingers moving independently while my mind wandered into conversation, pretty scenery and the like.  Lately, it feels as though I’ve been dependent on a pattern or stitch counting or something that hasn’t made my knitting portable enough. I found this shawl and I love how the pattern is from my part of the world: a grey, rainy climate that needs a bit of color, sunshine and pick-me-up at times.  It’s called The Sunlight Shawl for Sad People.  I like my sunshine reflected off tropical turquoise and/or clear evergreen-lined water.  I like sunshine reflected off lichen and moss against a blue bird sky which this yarn is perfect.

I’m excited to welcome you to a new friend and sponsor Twist and Twine Yarns.  Camilla is an artist with a beautiful story told in dyes and yarns.  For now, I’ll just introduce her through this skein with all this color: 
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It’s 100% Merino, DK weight and 2 ply and absolutely gorgeous.  When this skein arrived from Montana, I could feel the love on hand-dyed Merino and it reminded me of those summers in The Beartooth Mountains when I fell for my Montana man in a high alpine meadow.  Today, I began knitting in the late afternoon with palm tree shadows on my skein while I sat beside my girls in a hammock. The light was changing, the breeze picking up as the humidity dropped.  There were giggles and herons overhead and, quite possibly, an alligator in the nearby pond, a manatee by the mangroves.  And now, because of all this, this skein will remind me of vacation, of all this.
Pages:::
In the first few hours of my humid, tropical evening in Florida
after eighteen hours of travel (ferry, car, planes, car)
my sweet, coughing, exhausted Olive lie sweaty across a sticky lap
every six minutes she’d whisper-cough for Da-dee who was thousands of miles home,
asleep for next day’s work, and then she’d drift back into a cough-y sleep.
I wasn’t going to sleep for five minute intervals, but I was able to finish The Snow Child by Eowyn Ivey – my very first Kindle Fire book.
I mark text, flip pages so I wasn’t sure I’d like a novel this way – but, oh I so did.
Based on the Russian Tale of a childless couple who form a girl out of snow in hopes she may be the answer to their empty longing and sorrow, The Snow Child drew me in instantly. As a fan of Russell Banks, I can handle grief and sadness that adorn a book like this about an aging couple falling out of love on the heels of a stillborn baby in 1920s rural Alaska.  Parts of the book moved slow, much like wilderness homestead life in a snow-packed cabin I suppose.  This text seemed like the very best Creative Writing prompt: Retell a Tale.  Although the characters strive to invent new endings, to choose joy over sorrow, they can not outrun what has been already written for them.  So, in that, it’s funny to read knowing how it’ll end.  Along the way, there’s beauty in the prose [reposted from some of my highlights]:
her thoughts were unspooling and thick frost unfurled in feathers and swirls across the glass and snowflakes and naked babies tumbled through her nights.  Snow fell and gushed around her.  She held out her hands and snowflakes landed on her open palms, melted into tiny, naked newborns..then the wind swept them away, once again just snowflakes among a flurry of thousands
And I marked when Ivey could have done better than snowflakes lighter than feathers and I marked when a character asks the best book-club-type prompt, Tell me, when do you feel most alive?  It was a great read, until the epilogue.  Maybe her manuscript was due, or maybe it was a last-minute addition to a novel that should have ended without it, but oh, if you read it, do skip the epilogue.  It’s so screen play, so obvious.
Poem:::
Every once and a while an amazing poem comes my way and I read it aloud over and over and over.  I imagine and try out the way I imagine the poet to read it aloud so often it’s as if I can taste the beauty of the text.  I have a bestie in Cinci, Ohio who is in a band and she sent me a poem from another band, Over The Rhine.  The poem appears in full at the end of their April letter, linked [HERE]. I don’t have permission to post it in full here, so I linked the link.  And when I get back to my printer, I’m gonna print this out and keep it in my wooden box, Words I Like.  Please, click the link to finish reading it.  It’s amazing.  Here’s just a taste:


Slowly the land reveals itself
To us.


We learn to recognize
The difference
Between a starling
And a female redwing
Blackbird.


Slowly the land reveals itself
To us.


We learn to recognize
The difference between
A honey locust
And a black locust,
A chokecherry
And a wild black cherry.  [Continue by clicking HERE]


:::
joining Ginny for yarn along.

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