N is for…

Above all, Neal.  This picture is from our honeymoon at Mohonk Mountain House.  In the three months since our wedding, we’ve realized that our weekend away was the most relaxed either of us has been in a long time.  Perhaps ever! 

N is for news.  I was thrilled last night when I read the 25th anniversary issue of Vogue Knitting to find my girly mentioned in one of the interviews!

N is also for neat-o bandito, which is what I think about these super special socks.  My girlie Cookie made them for me from yarn I got from Scout way back when she first opened Scout’s Swag!  The colorway is "Go Lobos!" and I couldn’t resist it, being a Lobos fan and all.  The fit on these socks is great, and I’m waiting for the weather to cool down so I can wear them.  Shouldn’t Cookie’s middle name be Dolly? 

N is for needlework.  When I was a child, I read all of the Laura Ingalls Wilder books and wanted to make things myself.  My Gram was handy with needlework, but not much of a teacher, so my dad took on my sewing lessons.  He’d been in the Air Force and had learned to sew while he served.  He would help me to make little dolls and little dresses for the dolls.  My mom later taught me to crochet hairpin lace, which seems to be having a resurgence.  I did embroidery (which Sublime Stitches has made me revisit with glee), I did cross stitch (which I avoid), and when I was 19, I learned to crochet doilies.  I taught myself to quilt in my early 20s, and I taught myself to knit in my late 20s.  Last year I tried my hand at crewel work.  Needles, it would seem, rock my world. 

Now I’ve got to write.  I’m in the Pens and Needles group on Ravelry, and we’re having a little mini writing marathon: NaHaNoWriHaMo.  It makes sense, really.  Later I’ll create a post in which I’ll cram in O,P,Q, and R.  Won’t that be nice?