and Reine.
Reine de Violettes
One of my favorite roses.
Isn’t she lovely? possibly even moreso all rain-filled.
Other rainy day lovelies-
Dad’s Classic Oak cardigan is well and truly underway
I’d almost forgotten how much I like working with cables.
and Schoonover Farms “Jenny”- finally washed and carded up from this spring’s shearing-
My little skewed wheel, Sophie, just loves her.
She’s this weekend’s silver lining.
Peonies!
Roses!
Edgar fleece drying on the breeze-
And my crazy Walla, fresh from a bath 🙂
I did manage to swatch and cast on for the Classic Oak this week, but that’s about as far as I’ve gotten.
As soon as it starts raining again, I plan to get some stitchin’ done!
So deluded.
I almost made my spinning goal for this week.
Was feeling pretty good about it, too.
So good, in fact, that I was going to cast on and swatch for the Classic Oak Cardigan while we were out to coffee.
I even took a picture of the yarn, waiting patiently by our coffees.
Then I went and consulted the pattern.
And a couldn’t believe what I saw.
2200 meters.
That’s what it’s gonna take to make a 46″ Classic Oak Cardigan.
And you’re thinking- yeah, than sounds about right. Light worsted-weight, size 7 needles. Whats the big deal?
The deal is, somehow my mind has been locked in on 1500 yards.
I’ve been thinking that I’m so close to being all spun up for this one.
But I’m only 2/3 there.
Dag.
For reference, 2200 meters=
2405 yards 10.9 furlongs 437 rods .455 leagues 1203 fathoms 4811 cubits 1292 smoots 1038 kens or (my personal favorite) 22000000000000 angstroms.
But any way you say it, its a lot of yarn.
On a more positive note- here is my Sadie Sunshine girl
relaxing amongst the buttercups. Doesn’t she look fabulous?
The sweet pup has lost almost 30 pounds since last April.
I think she likes being a farm girl.
Might be even older than we thought.
The deeds I found recently are dated back as early as 1893, but they don’t specify if a house was already on the property that is described.
But the names on the documents give me a starting point for digging in to do some research.
Turns out the McMackins are recorded in the 1884 census as being from New Brunswick, both about 35 years old, with two small sons. He was a carpenter.
Does make me wonder.
Hope to pull together more pieces of the puzzle soon.