Year In Temperatures Scarf


I’m not sure you all are interested in my knitting projects, but I thought I would post the finish of a year long project: my Year In Temperatures scarf. I finished it on New Years Eve and wove in a billion ends on New Years day and wore it to work yesterday. It’s very rustic looking and maybe not the prettiest thing but I like it. I think if I were to do another one (and I might in a year or two) I would choose the same colors that the Nation Weather Services uses on their maps. For my scarf, I used colors that I had in my stash. Each 5 temperature range had a color assigned to it, starting with purples and blues at the cold end, and reds and pinks at the hot end.

A year in temperatures


Inspired by my IG buddy, Heather,  I decided to start on a Year In Temperatures scarf sometime around mid May. I have been knitting a row for each day of the year, the color of the row determined by the temperature of that day. I have assigned a color for each range of 5 degrees, starting with cooler colors in the zero to teens, up to reds, oranges, and warmer colors in the higher end of the scale.

Today I reached a dilemma. I recorded yesterday’s temperature and realized I had not chosen a color for the temperature it was yesterday. I guess when I was picking colors I thought, “oh it doesn’t get that hot here.” Guess what! it got that hot here! It was 104 degrees yesterday. Today it was predicted to be 107, though according to my Apple Watch, it hasn’t hit 100 yet today.

I needed a color for 101 – 105 and a color for 106 – 110 (Good lord. Baby Jeebus help us if it ever gets up to 110 here). So, any excuse to buy yarn, even on a 7th ring of hell hot day like today, I bought a rusty brown for 101 – 105, and a warm brown for 106 – 110. I figure if it gets above 105 everything will be dead and brown, so.

Here is what I have so far for each month.

Pussy hats galore

Craft, Life

In my post about the Women’s March I talked a little bit about the lead up to the march and my indifference. At the time, I didn’t see the point of protesting. I didn’t see how it could accomplish anything. As I pondered these thoughts I kept seeing these hats pop up on my IG feed and, occasionally, around town. I had to admit, I was curious. But I couldn’t drum up enough interest to knit one.

Then I read an article, written by a woman, who was irritated by the pussy hat. I can’t find the article right now (dammit) but I remember her mentioning that the hat would be made fun of, that the march was a serious matter and the hat would distill the march into something silly. She used “bra burning” as an example from the past.

I saw many of my knitter friends get angry at this article and, indeed, I felt annoyed by it as well. I am generally annoyed by people who tell me, or others, how I should think or what I should do, or that my actions aren’t good enough. And when women put down other women I feel a deep annoyance that is hard for me to articulate. Her argument was in the back of my mind in the lead up to the march. In the mean time I felt a tinge of inspiration and empowerment with each pussy hat I saw finished by my friends on Instagram. Still, I didn’t make one. Mostly because I didn’t expect to go to a march.

But the tides turned and I did go to a march! As I walked to the meetup spot I was nervous about who would show up. I was nervous that I would be alone in a crowd of people I didn’t know. However, that fear quickly dissipated as I got closer. I smiled as I saw all of the women walking down the street wearing Pussy Hats. I thought, “These are my people!”  And then to see a crowd of people with pink hats at the meeting spot filled my heart with joy. I could see the purpose of the hat very clearly. It was a way to unify all of. A rallying point. Later on in the day when I saw the photos of the massive crowds and the sea of pink the power of the hat really took on a whole other meaning. It was an incredible sight.

I had to laugh when I saw tweets from Trump supporters wondering who manufactured all of these hats and how did the do it so quickly! LOL! Never underestimate the power of knitters. Or of women.

I went to a meetup of the women I marched with here on Sunday. It was the first of many meetings. We are coming together to empower each other and help each other continue to fight and resist. I’m really excited to dig in and be a part of something important.

Oh! And I knitted a Pussy Hat.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Surprise



When I saw this week’s photo challenge on the Daily Post, this image instantly popped into my head. It was taken on Christmas Eve 2006. I knitted that scarf for my mom and this is the moment she opened her present. I LOVE this picture. The looks on my mom’s and step-dad’s faces, this is the reason why knitters knit for other people. This is the best look in the world. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.