and what better way to celebrate than to knit up a patch o' ponkins? Our actual pumpkin patch was pitifully pathetic this year with such a short growing season. In fact, I can see why in years past mainers survived on potatoes and apples, because they're pretty much the only steady crops that grow here, which is fine by me!
It's a magical moment - I'm finally writing down my boot sock pattern! It's hard to say why, but I'm actually a tad emotional about this. This is the pattern I have knitted hundreds of times over my short years. At this point, whenever I pick up the needles I pretty much automatically start casting on 15 stitches per needle. That's not to say that I'm some sort of sock guru, in fact I have been doing some sole-searching (snicker) and I think I need to branch out and try more ways of knitting socks. But in the mean time, I give you - the Fisherman's boot socks!
Briggs and Little has been quietly churning wool into yarn next to the Magaguadavic river in Harvey Station New Brunswick for over 150 years. That's longer than Canada itself has even been a nation!
When I first heard this World War II Era saying, it stuck with me. Often it's easier to throw things away or replace them. It sometimes requires learning new skills or taking time to fix things, and it can be uncomfortable to 'make do'. But there's also a character shaping that comes along with this mindset, and that is worth all the time you spent trying to get that drum turning on that 20 year old dryer (*clears throat*).
Happy fourth of July! The town of Cutler really knows how to celebrate Independence day, and for good reason! The first naval battle of the revolutionary war was fought - and won - right in our dooryards (over by Bucks Harbor) by a rag-tag bunch of fishermen. My favorite revolutionary character is a woman named Hannah (Watts) Weston. She is my great x 8 aunt. During the battle, she gathered 40 pounds of cups, plates, and spoons to be melted for ammunition, put them in a pillowcase and stuffed her apron full, and traveled 16 miles to the site of the battle all while 6 months pregnant. They were tough, hard-working people: selfless and not scared by much, and I'm proud to say I'm descended from them.
 This weekend we went to the Maine Fiber Frolic for the first time since I was just a tweeny-bopper. It was SO much fun! The fleeces were to die for; I felt like diving in headlong to some of those bags of wool and snuggling. Walking in and around all the beautiful displays of colorful hand-dyed yarn was such a treat for the eyes. We brought all my kids and my sister's kids and had a ball.
We're so excited to begin sharing Briggs and Little yarn with you! My name is Lacie. I grew up on a sheep farm on the coast of Maine in a family of 7. In my opinion, that's just about the best childhood anyone could have.