Tears

As in torn, ripped, zapped by zipper......



.....as in

NEW-hoodie-sweatshirt-made-to-measure-after-extensive-stash-search-for-totally- un-itchy-yarn, worn one and half time total!!!

I am not pleased.

It is probably fixable, but I may have to boil down a bit before attempting it.

PS: the rip is at the base of the neck, the darker blue part up top is the hood, knitted in a different yarn, as I was running out of the variegated one.

8 Marzo, Giornata della Donna

This morning I woke up with this distinct recollection:

On a sunny, cool morning a fifteen year old got up about 10 minutes early to harvest the last of the mimosa flowers from the tree in her mother's garden, put one sprig in her buttonhole, jumped on the bicycle and rode all the way to school, with a big smile on her face and this bunch of bright yellow, feathery flowers precariously balanced in front of the handlebars.

Along the road and at the school gate, she gave away sprigs of mimosa to any girl who wanted one, encouraging them to participate in the street parade/protest/rally to celebrate Women's Day. Sure, one would have to skip school to do that, but it was for a cause, and all the real women of the city would be there! So exciting and liberating!

In Italy, March 8th was (and maybe still is, not sure) widely celebrated. For some people, it was/is a political event, for some just an excuse not to go to school/work (although it is not a holiday). But in any event, it was/is recognized. I miss that.

Personally, I'd trade International Women's Day for Valentine Day anytime.

When I am a 100 years old....

maybe I will get back to blogging....

And this is what my Maddie is planning to do, when she turns 100





Good plan, I think!

Now, does she think I am 100 already, or that knitting is just for old ladies?

I did ask, you know, just in case! It turns out that she thought knitting just took a long time to master, but when I told I could teach her now, she was thrilled.

Only just not thrilled enough to sit still and try it, yet!