On the cusp of our events at MDK this weekend, I myself took off for a quick one-night getaway with friends.
It was the sort of last-minute Hail Mary pass that actually worked—I had been thinking I wasn’t going to be able to join them, but sometimes a sliver of time opens up, and you just have to go for it.
Hidden hours, hidden hours.
We found ourselves on a pickleball court. Having never played pickleball, I have to say: pickleball is pretty great. It’s the only sport I know that names part of the playing field for a room in the house: the kitchen. You can’t step in the kitchen unless the pickleball has bounced in there. Or something. Nobody was very good at staying out of the kitchen. It’s the first sport that seems attainable to me. It’s like big ping pong. It’s hard to really suck at pickleball.
We wandered out in the woods, and while everybody was admiring the view, I looked down. At my feet was a bumblebee on a flower.
I’m a sucker for picturesque stuff like a bee on a flower, but when I leaned in, I saw that the bee wasn’t moving. Sad. A departed bee? Wait! I remembered a moment from our visit to Maine this summer, at the transcendently beautiful Thuya Garden. A docent there told me that bees sometimes sleep inside the flowers, then wake up and continue their pollen work.
GRATEFUL THANKS TO C. FOX FOR PHOTO OF THREE WOMEN SUDDENLY THINKING THEY WORK FOR NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC
Sure enough, once we had all documented this motionless bee, it stirred, poked around its flower, then took off in a lazy circle.
Meanwhile . . .
I’ve embarked on a massive yarn-winding effort. There’s a pattern in the new Field Guide No. 19 that launches on Friday. I can’t reveal it until then, but it’s a beauty and I’ve been itching to make it for months now. The pattern calls for Rowan Felted Tweed, and we have a (beautiful) bundle for those yarns. For me, I was wandering down the aisle of Jill Draper’s yarns the other day, and before long I was picking out 11 colors of Mohonk Light for this project. (Hint: it is not a pair of mitts, clearly.)
I mention this only because we do have a small amount of Mohonk Light on hand, and if you’re feeling like 11 skeins of Mohonk Light would somehow improve life, please join me. I don’t think there’s a bad combination of colors—Jill and Melanie Falick figured out the palette for us, and I have wished for a way to knit a ton of Jill’s colors at once. The time is nigh.
I will say this: each skein is 550 yards, so you have to really, really love winding yarn.
One More Thing
We’re approaching our capacity for this Saturday’s Knit Night, so if you’re thinking of coming, please sign up now, right here. Once we hit our max, we’ll need to close registration in order to maintain safe distancing for the event. Really looking forward to seeing everybody here in Nashville.