Signs of Spring

I like to work on my laptop with the lights off because it's easier to see the screen without ambient light. This evening, I was reading my e-mail when a little visitor crawled across the corner of my screen! Yeeeeeiiiiiii!

Mr. S rescued both of us by carefully transporting the trespasser outside in a mug. Scratch that, I just asked him where he put it and he said "On the porch". Lucky spider. I'm not afraid of them (anymore), but I prefer to maintain some personal space. That is, far enough away that it can't jump on me.

Anyway, what was I going to say??

Knitting. I've been knitting. Knitting when I should be working on my pattern and kits for the Getaway. I am nothing, if not a predictable procrastinator.

I finished the back and fronts of my cardigan. Look how nicely they match.

I was halfway done one sleeve when I knew with absolutely certainty that I was going to run out of yarn. Fortunately, Korner Knitters had more skeins in the same dye lot. Unfortunately, they aren't matching. I haven't decided yet if this bothers me enough to frog and start over with a different skein (Darrin - stop rolling your eyes at me!).

If I had made no effort to match things up, then it wouldn't matter, but as it is, it looks like a mistake. As a matter of fact, the more I look at this photo, the more I want to frog it. Yup. Gonna rip. Maybe I'll actually get a chance to wear it before it's too warm.

I have made some progress on the Getaway wardrobe. Look what I found at Material Objects, a local funky thrift and consignment shop:
Groovy eh? I love the big plastic orange earrings! The skirt is so Shirley Partridge. "Come on Get Happeeeeee "

It's vintage (hand made) and only cost $10. After the Getaway, I can use the fabric to make a bag. Yeah. Like I need another bag.

I also had this dress in my closet, made several years ago from vintage curtains during my funkier days (not too many years ago, I had cropped platinum locks). I need to take it in a little, and may hem it (it's floor length). If only I could find some white vinyl boots to go with it!

As usual, I'm planning more outfits than I have days to wear them!

I found this while cleaning out the sewing room. My fiddlehead bag! Doesn't it just scream "SMILE!"? Too bad Wal-box corrupted the smiley face logo.

If you are not from Maine, you may be scratching your head right now. Fiddleheads are edible baby ferns that grow out of stumps in woodsy wet areas. They taste sort of like asparagus. Our family usually served them steamed on toast with melted butter and salt or as a cold salad with sliced white onion and vinaigrette dressing. Riverbanks are fertile ground for this Yankee delicacy, and one's favorite patch is a closely guarded secret. Each spring, as the days grew warmer and the Kennebec river receded from it's flooded state, I would start asking my mom "Is it time yet? Can we pick fiddleheads?". Depending on the weather, they usually start appearing in late April or early May. This was the bag that I always took with me. My mom had a similar, larger bag (with blue and green flowers), and each year I would boast that I would pick as much as her (it didn't occur to me that she had the bigger bag). Unfortunately, I barely managed to fill my bag halfway before I lost interest in fiddleheads, lured by the attraction of bugs, snakes and Jack-in-the-Pulpit.

I guess some things never change.