Project Baby Love continues at a decent speed but what I’m most amazed by right now is the light. It’s finally possible to take pictures again without them being dark. In the daylight I can finally appreciate the true color of the wee baby sweater. It’s delicious. It still being March means that it still gets darker in the evenings though and the color just isn’t the same in the light from the lamp. Soon though, soon it will be hard to even get a glimpse of true darkness, it’s perfect for taking pictures of knitted stuff. Sweden is really lovely that way, we get to truly see our summers from before we even wake up till way past we’ve gone to bed. I love the light and after the darkness of winter we really deserve it. It’s coming, it’s here, it awaits just around the corner.
Since my big trip to the West was divided into three parts, I figure it’s only suitable if my travel log is also divided into three parts. In addition of that I’ll try to put together a post about the yarn and pattern books part of the trip, but not until the quarantine is over.
The first part of my trip was a nice visit with my friend Lyndsey and her family in Oregon. I’ve met my niece and sung the “spider song” in Swedish about forty eleven times with her. She has also greeted me with a cheery “hello” about sixty times every day which was a delight, every single time.
I’m soon to be an aunt for the second time when my nephew is born in a few weeks and I got the opportunity to be part of a baby shower. We don’t have baby showers in Sweden so it was an interesting thing to be part of.
We had good food and dessert and played games.
I won a feeding bottle. We were supposed to guess how manu candies was stuffed in the bottle and I was closest. I’ve eaten the candy – delicious – and now I have to figure out what to do with the bottle. I can always give it to someone with a baby if I don’t have time to knit for said baby, or as an additional gift together with a sweater.
We met up with some old friends and went to a gorge. I’m not sure what a gorge is, apart from being a canyon filled with water but since I don’t know what a canyon is either that knowledge isn’t really helpful but I do know it’s gorgeous, to borrow a pun from Sarah.
From the gorge we went to Multnomah Falls, a beautiful waterfall in Oregon.
I was especially happy to go there since I happened to bring my Multnomah shawl on my trip. Now I was able to wear my shawl, the one with which I can camouflage myself in a forest. It’s true too, I would be totally camouflaged if I wore it and stepped away from the path into the woods.
Just look at that! It’s so green! Wonderful for someone who has spent the last few months in a winter ridden gray and muddy country. Had I put my shawl on a twig for a moment while doing something else I would have had a hard time retrieving it again.
We hiked up the path to the bridge but it wasn’t possible to step out on the bridge and honestly, we wouldn’t have wanted to either.
I doubt that anyone else would have wanted to do that either, apparently the winter storms have ruined the bridge and they haven’t had time to fix it yet.
With that lamp post the area around Multnomah Falls looked like the forest in Narnia. I almost expected to find a faun somewhere around.
After visiting the falls we had dinner just under the water reserve. Water reserves don’t look like that in Sweden, for example this is what the water reserve in Uppsala looks like, and but the do in movies so I thought it was a cool thing to see, and with all the lights it was really pretty.
Spring has arrived in Oregon and it was wonderfull to see all the flowers, trees in bloom, and daffodils.
It’s just so pretty!
Even on a rainy and cloudy day it’s beautiful. This garden is amazing but then again, so are the people living here.
I love bridge constructions like this. I also saw one on the second part of my trip. It’s a bit like the Golden Gate Bridge too. Visible eyebolts and brightly painted. This bridge is in Portland, Oregon and this is just the very end of it. I managed to get my camera and snap a picture just before we had passed it (of course I wasn’t the one driving).
Lyndsey and I went out to afternoon tea at a lovely little tea shop. The finger sandwiches were delicious, the scones too and the pastries had just the right amount of chocolate.
In the bathroom I found the funniest sign I’ve seen ever since I was in Brussels back in 2002 and found a sign in the bathroom of a restaurant telling visitors to “please remain seated till you’ve come to a complete stop”. This sign had the same theme but was a bit more elaborated.
The trip went fast by and too soon it was time to pack my things and head to the airport. At the gate I got some knitting done and so did the ladies behind me. I never got a chance to talk to them though but I know we are kindred spirits.
It’s time to get down to business. While my trip knitting is still in quarantine it’s time I get some work down. The MKALs I’ve been casting on are only lasting so long before I have to wait for the next clue and by now it sure is time to stop procrastinate and get things going.
Last year I knit eleven sweaters for chidlren, ages newborn to fours years old. Let’s marvel over that number for a moment – elven baby sweaters.
Eleven baby sweaters, I must have had a lot of spare time. Or I was knitting as therapy. Or actually, it was both. What I remember though is that I was churning out some of them in no time at all. The red raglan sweater with the cables and the lace was done in a day (Good Friday as it happens)
and I don’t remember it being very stressful either. As a matter of fact, I didn’t even try to make a sweater in just one day, it just fell off my needles.
So, last year all babies were born between July and September which gave me a good few months to knit baby sweaters. This year though, this year all babies, that I know of, are born between January and May (actually, there is one in September too) and, and I don’t have to point it out to you, it is now March and I haven’t knit a single one! (Sort of, I have knit one but that one was for a baby shower, not for the actual birth. Plus, it was for my nephew and he needs a little bit more sweaters than the others since he lives in a land far, far away and can’t get hugs from me as frequently as the others can so he needs his wool love, how else will he know that his Aunt Ina loves him?). So, from now on I’m casting on baby sweaters and I won’t stop till all the woolly baby love has been sent off in the right directions.
Knit on, knit small – Project Baby Love is cast on!
Ok, now I’m finally home again and will stay here for some time. I’ve started on my new MKAL, Slip into spring by Cindy Garland. It was specifically adequate today since the weather has been gorgeous and I was even able to sit outside for hours in the sun without being cold (I still do have a cold though but it’s getting better).
I do still have some knitting from my trip and also 19 new skeins of yarn but simce I’m a sensible woman I’ve decided to put my well-travelled wool in quarantine in the freezer for the next week. What to do with a huge freezer anyway but to put wool in quarantine in it? When this week is over though, i will show you what I’ve got. I promise you, it’s good.
I’m off again. At least this time I’m not switching time zones but has only taken a bus together with my co-workers, an hour West for a conference. It’s been a beautiful day and tomorrow it’s time to go back home again. We’ve had excellent food and discussed languages at lenght and I’ve only been able to squeeze in three rows of knitting (granted they we’re quite difficult rows). I still have a cold though and I’m jetlagged but we’re walking towards lighter times (Swedish expression, meaning things will be better pretty soon).