Before & After
My first re-footing project for PP. Men's stockings....foot was totally worn out. Ripped back to the ankle and re-knit the foot in a similar shade of green.
posted by Sawadu at 8:21 PM
Monday, May 19, 2008
About Me
- Name: Sawadu
- Location: Canterbury, NH
"What I stand for is what I stand on." --Wendell Berry
Previous Posts
- My quilt is DONE!
- Spring Yellows
- And Woodfrogs and Peepers!
- Newts!
- Blue & Brown
- Testing, again.
- Testing, testing...
- Reasons I'm a Bad Blogger
- Paddling the Nemasket
- Excuses, excuses
Visit NEFOOD!
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CURRENTLY KNITTING...
- Socks, probably
ORGANIZATIONS I SUPPORT
- Canterbury Farmers Market
- Concord Co-Op
- NOFA NH
- Seeds of Solidarity
- NH Peace Action
- NH Public Radio
- MA Audubon Society
- The Vernal Pool Association
- The John Campbell Folk School
- Antioch NE Graduate School
- Canterbury Shaker Village
- Médecins Sans Frontières
FIBER LINKS
- Peace Fleece
- W.A.R.P (Weave a Real Peace)
- Hope Spinnery
- Roka Farm Cashmere
- Oomingmak Qiviut
- The Elegant Ewe
- NE Handspinners Assoc.
- Spin-Off Magazine
- Wild Color
- Viking Patterns
MUST READS
- Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver
- The Omnivore's Dilemma by Michael Pollan
- Earth in Mind by David Orr
- Ishmael by Daniel Quinn
- Living Downstream by Sandra Steingraber
- Silent Spring by Rachel Carson
- The Sense of Wonder by Rachel Carson
- Stolen Harvest by Vandana Shiva
- The Monkey Wrench Gang by Edward Abbey
- Annals of the Former World by John McPhee
- Encounters With the Archdruid by John McPhee
- Walking Towards Walden by John H. Mitchell
- Reading the Forested Landscape by Tom Wessels
- Selected Poems of Wendell Berry
- Anything at all by Carl Hiaasen
- Orion Magazine
LOOKEY, LOOKEY, LOOKEY!!
Cost of the War in Iraq
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"When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free."
--Wendell Berry"
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