Of course, I chose to go home to Pennsylvania during one of the coldest weekends on record. Oregon and I drove up on a Thursday night, and Friday morning we woke up to a winter wonderland. Thus, knitting and baking experimentation were in order!
Knitting and baking are the perfect couple. They are food and warmth together- the bare necessities of life. Sometimes, they even like to make it a threesome and include reading...
I recently finished the book
My Life From Scratch. It was delicious, to say the least. Along with memories of a sweet-laden childhood (something I can identify with possibly), Gesine Bullock-Prado gives new meaning to putting your heart and soul into the art of baking. Armed with my parents' roomy kitchen and a warm fire crackling in the fireplace, I baked the best carrot-cake (wo)man has ever laid eyes on. It was Gesine's recipe, the same recipe she used for her sister's wedding cake ("sister" being Sandra Bullock. yes. her.)
With a slice of spongy perfection in orange-stained hands, and my toes thawing from another frigid dog walk, I sat down on my parents' couch and started knitting my first pair of socks.




Where did I get this pattern, you ask? I bought it at a quaint little store in Doylestown,
Twist Knitting and Spinning. When I got to the front counter with my purchases (birthday gifts from Mommy-dearest), we struck up a conversation with the sweet lady manning the store. I was tempted to ask her if she had knit the sweater she was wearing (she was so nice, so I'm assuming she did). While she was putting my yarn skeins into convenient little spools, she was telling us how she believed that at least 99% of knitters are good people- how they are always so patient in the store, and there's never a negative iota of energy in that space. She didn't have to say a word, though, because as soon as I walked in, it was like walking into a place where time stops. Hours go by as you browse through pattern books and try to lay your hands on every plush, soft skein of yarn. Women would saunter through the door, projects in hand, along with some goodies to share with the rest of the gang, and sit down on the plush sofas to talk about their children, grandchildren, and life in general. Not a negative iota in the room.
Dear Lady at the Counter with adorable sweater that you probably knit yourself, I agree.
xo j