When I was starting High Country Knitwear, an old friend of mine from grammar school, Sheila Sullivan Peterson, contributed great enthusiasm, a yes-we-can spirit, and some very good ideas. Though she didn’t knit herself, and was always promising to give it a shot, she didn’t get around to it.
Last year, she was diagnosed with lymphoma, and for an entire year, she, her family, and her physicians struggled with it, but lost that struggle late in May. During the course of this ordeal, she was gaily arrayed in a shawl/blankie that I made her, since chemo rooms always feel cold--something that was the envy of her fellow patients, and set them to looking for such items, in California, in high summer, without much success. She also loved the home-made plum butter that I sent her, which she consumed, at one point, with a spoon, straight out of the jar.
She was a good person, a great wife to her adoring lawyer husband, and a loving and thoughtful mother to two grown daughters and a son; a former staff member of Robert Kennedy’s and a demon Democrat; but most of all a faithful, thoughtful, funny, kind friend. I will miss her, as many people will. I will cherish a gift she gave me that I use all the time, and think of her whenever I use it. I will miss sending her garden pictures, and new designs, and swapping political stories, and carrying on like the little kids we once were.
This is just a reminder to all of us to do what we can, while we can, to cherish our friends while they are still here.
Of knitting, I have finished a simplified navy blue gansey for myself, in Cascade’s 109 Wool, a bulky, pictured at left, for which I’m working on a good pattern. The yoke and upper sleeves are patterned, the hem is a split and overlapped garter stitch one and is longer in back than in front, and it could not be more comfortable. The neckline is an unshaped boat neck, with a turning row and underlap.
And a thud on the porch revealed a load of excellent llama yarn from Argentina, which, after some thought, I turned into a wooly bathrobe, working from the top down—yoke first, sleeves second, body until it was long enough or I ran out of yarn, whichever came first. I winged it, but what I got is cozy on these chilly spring evenings, and I love it uncritically, and am going to make a better-thought-out one in crayon colors of Cascade’s Superwash, and devise a pattern for that one.
Otherwise, it’s been the war against the dandelions, and other more pleasant moments in the garden.
This year, the lilacs and the big apple tree were frosted out, and the irises took up the slack. Aren’t they gorgeous? These were put in three years ago, and came from Nola’s Iris Garden in San Jose, California.
And now the roses are coming in as well, with Morden Blush first in back, and an old garnet rose in front.