Sunday, July 18
Book, disk, picture and skein
A River Runs Throught It is a quiet masterpiece by Norman MacLean. I used to read it at least once a year until I decided to put it away for a while.
We have the books - the 1976 paperback published by the University of Chicago Press which includes other short stories; 1989 hardback published by the Pennyroyal Press with wide margins that extends the story to 161 pages. Some of the short stories are integrated into the larger story.
We have the movie - one time we invited several friends to watch the movie and everyone had to bring a dish with a fish theme. I can't remember what we made but I remember a neighbor boy snatched one or two crab cakes from his parents' platter to express his displeasure at being excluded from the feast.
We even have a poster. I honestly don't know where this came from - maybe it was a give-away with the hardback from the UC bookstore. We had this poster in our very early days when tacking up pictures with wall putty was just fine, as you can see by the oil marks in the corner. I didn't remember we have this until I cleaned out the closet in the spare room as we were moving - used to be the master bedroom - and pulled down a picture mat that I could see had a couple different prints. This was under a child's print of a bunny.
Now I have the sock yarn.
When I went to the Midwest Fiber and Folk Art Festival to take the 1/2 day class, "Lace Edgings: Before, During and After," taught by Franklin Habit, I was determined not to buy any yarn. I am full-up! Not only are there the many boxes that can't be unpacked because there is no where to put the yarn, UFOs, embroidery projects, I also have the boxes that had to be sent from Indy after my LYS crawl with the blog-free, Mrs. B, as well as the two bags full hiding in plain view from the Nana's Knitting Shop closure. Too much!
I was not surprised to see the core contingent from Nana's at MWFFA. I listened while some told of their excesses. They all came away with some beautiful stuff. I was especially interested in the Carol Sunday stall and some sock yarn that everyone seemed to buy - multi-colored, interesting names. I succumbed. Toe Jamz Sock Yarn, A River Runs Through It colorway. Resistance was futile.
Each skein is 450 yards. That's too much for the way I knit socks. This is going to have to marinate for a bit while I wait for inspiration. I think I'll read the book.
We have the books - the 1976 paperback published by the University of Chicago Press which includes other short stories; 1989 hardback published by the Pennyroyal Press with wide margins that extends the story to 161 pages. Some of the short stories are integrated into the larger story.
We have the movie - one time we invited several friends to watch the movie and everyone had to bring a dish with a fish theme. I can't remember what we made but I remember a neighbor boy snatched one or two crab cakes from his parents' platter to express his displeasure at being excluded from the feast.
We even have a poster. I honestly don't know where this came from - maybe it was a give-away with the hardback from the UC bookstore. We had this poster in our very early days when tacking up pictures with wall putty was just fine, as you can see by the oil marks in the corner. I didn't remember we have this until I cleaned out the closet in the spare room as we were moving - used to be the master bedroom - and pulled down a picture mat that I could see had a couple different prints. This was under a child's print of a bunny.
Now I have the sock yarn.
When I went to the Midwest Fiber and Folk Art Festival to take the 1/2 day class, "Lace Edgings: Before, During and After," taught by Franklin Habit, I was determined not to buy any yarn. I am full-up! Not only are there the many boxes that can't be unpacked because there is no where to put the yarn, UFOs, embroidery projects, I also have the boxes that had to be sent from Indy after my LYS crawl with the blog-free, Mrs. B, as well as the two bags full hiding in plain view from the Nana's Knitting Shop closure. Too much!
I was not surprised to see the core contingent from Nana's at MWFFA. I listened while some told of their excesses. They all came away with some beautiful stuff. I was especially interested in the Carol Sunday stall and some sock yarn that everyone seemed to buy - multi-colored, interesting names. I succumbed. Toe Jamz Sock Yarn, A River Runs Through It colorway. Resistance was futile.
Each skein is 450 yards. That's too much for the way I knit socks. This is going to have to marinate for a bit while I wait for inspiration. I think I'll read the book.
// posted by Diane H @ 4:18 PM 
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I feel like a terrible child for never reading that book. Perhaps it should make a trip to the UP with us so I can finally do that.
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