Knit Sisters

I would like to linger for a moment here over Sarah’s suggestion that we henceforth refer to her as, “Sarah, Woman of Transformation.” Not only is this incredibly apt, it certainly makes a whale of a lot more sense than, Alchemy, Yarns of Transformation. I hasten to add that I adore and covet Alchemy Yarns (of Transformation) and that I have warm feelings toward their delightful Charles Rennie Mackintosh design elements, yet…this whole “Yarns of Transformation” business is just…so…well…Sebastopol, CA.

In the name of great yarn and even greater dye jobs and colorways, however, we will forgive them.

Meanwhile, my sister, the Woman of Transformation, continues to transform piles of roving studded with “vegetable-matter” into lovely yarns like these. As “Sister of Woman of Transformation,” I am transforming her handspun into Rogue:

Cunning kangaroo pocket, wouldn’t you say? Sadly, with the incredible heat in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, we have experienced a work-slowdown on Rogue. Cotton/wool blend socks, however, continue to be knitted at previous rates of production, in accordance with the goals of the most recent Five Year Plan set out by the Supreme Knitting Soviet:

On the positive side, the heat and sun have produced limited successes in horticulture,

which is miraculous given that my gardening strategy rests on three pillars of strength: ignorance, absentmindedness, and Darwinian survival of the fittest. Here in Darwin’s garden, only the strong survive!

Other parts of the yard, meanwhile, are increasingly jungle-like. Here, an unidentified beast, captured by Wildlife Photographer Ellen, checks the underbrush for domestic felines and hidden bones.

To come full circle, our alchemical fiber friends out in Sebastopol actually have something to say about gardening on their website: “Without seed no fruit can be born, without soil no seed can grow.” These quasi-mystical, and yet somehow completely obvious, words of Isaac Holland’s remind us that it isn’t just ignorance, absentmindedness, and Darwinian tenets that make a garden grow. It’s also soil. And seeds.

A little Miracle-Gro doesn’t hurt either, I hear.

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