. Where is Jennifer This Week?

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Where is Jennifer This Week?

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Hi Everyone! I’m taking a little break from the shop this week to pursue my other passion: archaeology! I’m participating in a dig of an 18th century homestead site on the banks of the Damariscotta River.

A lot of people think of Indiana Jones when they think of archaeology. While Indy can be just a wee bit careless at times (destroying entire ancient temples), and seems to have a slight disregard for the archaeological method (Where’s your trowel, Indy?), one cannot deny that he’s a very dashing figure. I think it’s the fedora, and I may have to knit myself one sometime soon. There’s a great pattern by Kristi Holaas on Ravelry, and Cascade 220 would be perfect.

I don’t expect any Nazis, golden idols or crystal skulls on this dig, but you never know. Maybe I should pack a bullwhip and revolver, just in case. See you next week!

 

Red, White & Blue

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My holiday weekend was red, white and blue, but not necessarily in the traditional patriotic sense. Three day weekends can feel like the greatest luxury — I had time to get things done around the house, but also time to relax and enjoy the beauty of Midcoast Maine. I’m about ready to suggest that all weekends be three days long!

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Photo by Brooks Winner

I’m pleased to be able to say that the “red” of my weekend was not a lobster-like sunburn, but was instead a wonderful strawberry picking adventure. We picked over 20 pounds of organic strawberries at Sheepscot General Store, on a perfect, breezy day. I definitely see a strawberry-rhubarb-blueberry pie in my future, but at the time, I had a terrible craving for strawberry shortcake, so we stopped at Beth’s Farm Market in Warren. No one does strawberry shortcake like the people at Beth’s! We’ll be spending the rest of the week processing the strawberries and freezing them for a delicious burst of summer flavor in February.

The “white” of my weekend was the pasty whiteness of my legs, as I wore shorts for the first time this summer. Boy howdy, am I white. (No, I’m not going to post a photo to prove it.) I think I might glow in the dark. But I believe in sunscreen (70 SPF? Bring it on), and managed to maintain my ghostly appearance despite the truly marvelous summer sunshine. I also swam at my favorite swimming hole, and spent time reading outdoors. It really was “the way life should be”.

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Photo by Benggriff from Wikimedia Commons

The “blue” part was the blue of Rockport Harbor, the blue of the sky, and the blue of the sea glass I found. Dear friends from high school invited us to join them on a little private beach on the harbor, and we caught up, beach combed, and ate freshly picked strawberries while we watched the waves crash on the rocks. What a beautiful state Maine is!

The last part of my weekend was red, white & blue and knitted all over: I’m repairing an old, beloved sweater for Brooks’ dad. The sweater really is red, white & blue, but fortunately for me, none of the colorwork needs replacing. Instead, I’m fixing the collar and cuffs, which are showing the wear and tear of many winters of use. I meant to have a photo to show all of you, but I left home without it this morning. All of the sunshine this weekend must have melted my brain!

I hope you all had a wonderful weekend, and that you’re feeling refreshed and ready to embrace this week! Thanks also to those who commented on last week’s post about knitting in public — I really enjoy hearing your perspectives!

I Knit in Public

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Hi, Readers. My name is Jennifer, and I knit in public.

Yes, it’s true. I carry my knitting with me in my purse, so that I’m always prepared. Traffic jam? No sweat. Delay at the doctor’s office? Take your time, Doc. Waiting for my partner to join me at a restaurant? No awkward phone-browsing for me — my needles are clicking away, and I’m happy as a clam. In fact, I think that I’ve knit in most of the places that Dr. Seuss’s Sam-I-Am suggests for the consumption of green eggs and ham (though not with a goat, or a fox). I sort of assumed that everyone knit in public; why wouldn’t you?

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Would you, could you, on a boat?

But apparently it’s somewhat unusual. I’ve gotten odd looks from bartenders, and the tooth-grinding “Oh, I wish *I* had time to knit” from my waiting-room companions. I’ve even gotten seats to myself on crowded buses, because no one wants to sit next to the lady with the pointy sticks on a moving vehicle (ok, so that’s kind of a perk). Imagine my surprise when I learned that Saturday, June 18th was World Wide Knit in Public Day! Wait, there’s one specific day a year when I’m supposed to knit in public? What about the other 364? I can understand that there are some times/places where knitting might be inappropriate (church, funerals, workshops), but generally I don’t see anything wrong with a little multitasking (Let’s talk about phone use in public, if we’re going to discuss manners here).

For me, every day is Knit in Public Day. Throw a portable project into your bag the next time you’re heading out the door, and see how much better it can make you feel. No high blood pressure while you wait (and wait) on Route 1 in the summertime. Reduced anxiety as the click of your needles drowns out the whine of the dentist’s drill. And zero resentment when your dinner date is running a few minutes behind (Ok, I should confess that I’m almost always the late one in that situation). We already know that knitting is good for your health, so why not do it more often? Besides, if I only knitted at home, I would NEVER get anything finished. Like the dishes.

Where do you knit?