Over the summer a friend returned to me a couple of hats I had knit for her little guy that he had outgrown. One I gave to my 3 year old nephew and he’s been wearing it this fall. The other was smaller and plain brown:
The littlest baby in the family is a girl. Not only does she have three older brothers, there’s 7 years and 4 boys between her and my next youngest niece, so I thought the hat needed a little pick me up before she received it:
The solution: a little pink flower in some leftover yarn from the newborn hat if her brother had been a girl.
Pattern: Simple Knitted Flower
Yarn: Filatura Di Crosa Zarina (apparently discontinued; I liked the yarn for baby projects.)
I was feeling pensive, quiet, and sad when I went to church this morning. Maybe it was the past week: the opening of lobster season (which always makes me emotional). Or solemness of Remembrance Day. Or finally being able to take a breath after the last few months. I think it was a bit of all of those things against the backdrop of what is going on the United States: the sadness of the inevitability of protests and divisiveness and the realization that no matter who won the election there were never going to be any winners.
I had also just watched the video of the opening of Saturday Night Live from last night. It was a powerful tribute to Leonard Cohen and Hillary Clinton, particularly the third verse and Kate McKinnon’s watery eyes.
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I got up this morning and put on a pantsuit. It’s not something I do everyday, but today I needed to dress up, and, well, a pantsuit just seemed appropriate.
I was still reeling in disbelief from what had happened last night in the United States. How had the polls been so wrong?
Part of me understood: this disconnect between urban and rural. When government seems so removed from the reality of everyday life. When decisions are made that impact your life by people who if the truth were told consider themselves better than you (or at least smarter). When decisions can be influenced by individuals and corporations with money at the expense of communities or or those with less.
I get it. I lived in Atlantic Canada under the Conservative government, where at least part of the Liberals sweep to power here can attributed to that disenfranchisement.
Was that really what this was about?
Was part of it because Hillary was a woman and there’s part of the population that just can’t accept that a woman could be as (or more) effective than a man as president? Or was it because it was that particular woman…
As a disclaimer, I’ve always respected Hillary, both as First Lady and later as a politician in her own right. I’ve always suspected she’s the smartest person in the room but without some of the natural charisma that Bill Clinton or Barrack Obama or Donald Trump seem to possess. Maybe that’s why my socially awkward self has found her relatable.
This morning I’m asking the question that many people are asking: how do you reconcile these fractured pieces? Can it even be done? Is it possible for a woman to be elected President of the United States? Can the disconnect between rural and urban; blue collar and white collar be melded? Is a man who is the epitome moneyed influence more capable of all of that than a woman who is the epitome the political establishment?
Only time will tell. In the meantime, I’ll wear my pantsuits when I have to and hope that 4 years from now the lense that we use to view the world will have changed to be more cohesive than it feels this morning.
Generally when I pack for a work trip I make sure I have some type of lounge wear/slob wear in my suitcase that is appropriate for wandering the halls of whatever hotel I happen to be in. I’ve learned the hard way that no matter how quick the trip to the vending machines might be, you will inevitably run into someone you know when you’re making the run in the bathrobe from the room. (True story)
Part of my comfort wear includes flip flops but apparently I had a mental relapse when I packed yesterday morning because when I opened my bag, I realized the only shoes I had were the ones on my feet. While find them comfortable, I’d been wearing them for about 12 hours and the thought of wearing them through our group supper just wasn’t working for me.
So I sent a quick Facebook message to my work cohorts, relatively certain they would tell me that this:
wasn’t really appropriate for the hotel restaurant/bar for the evening.
That wasn’t the message back. So that’s how I went to supper:
My feet thanked me for it. And really, they did sort of match my ensemble.
Heading into the Thanksgiving season (at least here in Canada) I decided I wanted to try knitting pumpkins. A quick Ravelry search turned up a couple of patterns. I ended up trying both, and settled on a hybrid of the two, with a little inspiration on the top from a pumpkin hat.
Patterns: Great Pumpkin, Pumpkin Spice, and Little Pumpkin.
Yarn: Remnants of Knit Picks Swish Worsted, Cascade 220 Superwash (about 35 yards of each)
Needles: Knitters Pride Marblz US 5 (3.75 mm)
I loved how these turned out. They’re a cute, quick knit for the holidays.