For years I've admired this simple brown shawl worn by Tasha Tudor. It features often in photos in Tasha Tudor's Heirloom Crafts, a book I pull out every summer as my autumn-loving heart longs for the cooler temperatures and crisper air of fall.
click here, you can go to Ravelry and see the shawl I'm making. I'd lift a photo of it and post it here, but my new photo situation on my computer is a bit more restrictive than before, until I completely figure it out.
I already had five skeins of this yarn that some nice person gave to me, and I like the color -- a deep blue/grey. I'm using it for the shawl.
I borrowed Anna's size 10 circular needles to accommodate the length.
At last I finished that book, Crete on the Half-Shell, which is mediocre. I gave it away upon completion to the borrow-a-book shelves at the local marine store. Sailors are always on the look-out for a book to read, but they don't like to accumulate too many on board, so they swap.
Then I started this again. It's been enough years that I've forgotten the specific story, and her writing style is always pleasing.
I swiped this little book from my mother's house with permission, a few weeks ago. I love Elspeth Huxley. I love her writer's voice, her style. It's so safe to love a writer's voice. Then you can pick up anything they write, and know you'll enjoy it. It's exactly like meeting up with an old, dear friend, and enjoying their personality all over again. Rather than describing her childhood in Africa, this book is a simple year's diary of her life in an English village.
Adam and I took my usual bike ride wending through the village out to Whittaker Marina, to sit on their fuel dock and gaze at the river. We saw something, probably a sting ray, rise to the surface. At first he thought it was two porpoises. It was rather large. We continued to dangle our feet above the water.
Then the tow boat from Deaton's Yacht Service motored past us on its way to save some stranded sailor. It's called the Captain Ralph.