Updating to say Happy Feast of St. Patrick! I almost forgot to post a song for you, because I couldn’t find it, but then my friend Bronwen posted this one*, so I will share with you:
I was told that a baby bonnet wouldn’t go amiss, so baby bonnets it is!
With another round of talks for me, I need these little projects that fit right into my bag and are so handy to pull out whenever there is downtime, although I will confess that I was not able to knit for the last leg of our flight home Sunday night. There’s something about being told that the airport is closed due to a sudden snowstorm, we lack fuel to wait it out, and we will be landing in another state to figure things out that makes me not really calm enough for the prayers and the knitting concentration both.
Fortunately, they re-opened the airport in time and the landing, while screeching and prayer-worthy (but aren’t they all, aren’t they all**), was accomplished.
I’ve been using this cute pattern: Vintage-Style Baby Bonnet. (Look it up on Ravelry — it has one odd direction/abbreviation that ends up being a SSK, and it’s nice, I think, to do an i-cord rather than a strap; these are things that other knitters have posted about.)
The yarn is from my “droned stash” — it reminds me to say a prayer for dear Elizabeth DeHority and her intentions. I did have to buy needles, because I suddenly went from having one million #2 DPNs to having 3 bamboo ones and 3 metal ones and how does that even happen.
I finished off this one on my St. Louis trip this past weekend (just have to weave in some ends):
And as you can see I’m still enjoying that new lens of mine. It’s fun to do closeups!
And now this one is on the needles:
Usually my knitting sits on that table next to the Chief’s reading. He’s too funny, because he’s decided he needs to read the Summa Theologica from beginning to end (of course he’d read a fair amount before, just not systematically). He signed up for some sort of “read the Summa in a year” and quickly realized that it was pretty demanding, volume-wise as well as content-wise! Lots of reading. So wherever he goes, St. Thomas also goes. Like, sitting at the doctor’s office? Summa. Waiting for an allergy shot? Summa.
(By the way, tragic news alert: There is one animal in the world that the Chief really loves, and that is the honeybee. Take a stab at guessing what he has recently discovered he is severely allergic to. Yes. So shots it is.)
St. Thomas is sitting there now next to my knitting. We are almost done with Breaking Bad, and I knit while watching and he reads while I’m queuing up the video (or finishing up whatever before the Rosary or almost ready with supper or just whenever)!
In other knitting/Breaking Bad news, I finished the afghan that I started long ago and that I have come to call my Breaking Bad afghan!
The pattern for this is a little one I put together from a lace pattern of someone else’s. I had five balls of New Zealand lambswool and needed to come up with a project that would use them BUT — it had to be easy to manage (i.e. not one big piece that you hauled around) and not leave me with a need for more yarn, because there was no more. And you know me with the running out of yarn.
I decided to make what amounts to four long “scarves” that I then sewed together to make this afghan, which is like a warm snuggle from a sweater big enough to cover your whole body.
I will post the pattern on Ravelry. Posted now! (I’m leilamarie if you want to follow me, not that it’s super exciting.)
Lace + BB isn’t an ideal combination, so you will excuse any mistakes you detect there.
* From Bronwen:
In honor of the Feast of Saint Patrick, here’s an ancient Gaelic & Latin hymn, by the 11th century Irish monastic poet, Máel Ísu Ua Brolcháin, “Deus Meus Adiuva Me” (“My God, Help Me”). Here is a full English translation:
1 My God, help me. Give me love of thee, O Son of my God. Give me love of thee, O son of my God. My God, help me.
2 Into my heart that it may be whole, O glorious King, swiftly bring love of thee. Glorious King, swiftly bring love of thee into my heart that it may be whole.
3 Lord, give what I ask of thee – give, give speedily, O bright and gleaming sun – give, give speedily, O bright and gleaming sun – Lord, give what I ask of thee.
4 This thing which I hope and seek, love of thee in this world, love of thee in that, love of thee in this world, love of thee in that, this thing which I hope and seek.
5 Love of thee, as thou wishest, give me in thy might (I will say it again). Give me in thy might (I will say it again) love of thee, as thou wishest.
6 I seek, I beg, I ask of thee that I be in Heaven, dear Son of God. That I be in Heaven, dear Son of God, I seek, I beg, I ask of thee.
7 My Lord, hear me. May my soul, O God, be full of love for thee. May my soul, O God, be full of love for thee. My God, help me (Source: Gerard Murphy, Early Irish Lyrics: Eighth to Twelfth Centuries, (repr. Dublin 1998), 52-59.)
**Yes, I have discovered that I don’t really believe in airplanes.