C as in...
...Calcite, Cacti, Canyons, Coyotes, Castles in the Air, and Childhood Memories.
I started to put together my 'D' entry for the ABC-Along and realized that, though I'd thought a lot about what I'd do, I never actually posted my 'C' entry. In the spirit of following the few rules that Vicki suggested, I'll do it before I do 'D.'
Earlier this month we took a trip to Arizona. We started in Tucson, where I was born but where I haven't been since. While there we shopped the ginormous Gem and Mineral show where we bought quite a few specimens and fossils, including this Calcite-filled fossilized whelk.
We also spent a couple of days in Sedona, arriving just as the snow melted off the roads and you could get there again.
I lived in Sedona as a small child between 1957 and '61. I wanted to show my husband why I have such vivid memories of the place. It's changed a lot since I could cross the main road to my Dad's gas station, the only one in town, all by myself at age five. But as soon as we drove into the red hill area, I felt I'd Come Home.

We saw Cacti in the snow, reminding me of the time my father carried me to the bus stop on his shoulders because of the snow and then I had to walk home on my own since school was canceled. Sedona lies at 4500 feet and counts as High Dessert where you have real seasons.
We saw vistas of Canyons much too big to fit in a photograph and with much too vivid a contrast of red rock and blue sky for little automatic cameras to believe those colors were right, so everything came out toned down.
We saw Coyotes who seemed completely unfazed by our presence (we were in a car.)
The Creek-side backyard of one of the places I lived lay just across from our hotel.
We could see Coffeepot Rock, a favorite of my mother's, from that house - actually more a shack.

On the way to Sedona we stopped at one of my favorite spots, Montezuma's Castle. Neither a true castle nor at all related to Montezuma, it always seemed like a Castle in the Air to me.
Though the town has grown badly now that paved roads get you there, the landscape really is everything you've ever heard about it. Go there if you can. Then imagine it with one gas station, one coffee shop, and a small, impressionable girl who learned there to love nature in all it's forms and mysteries we can't explain.













The stockinette
At this point I had two needles, three skeins and, somehow, 280 stitches just 6 rounds into the project. There was no way I could haul this out in classes, much less in the bar.
I chose a seed stitch to play up the tweedy look and cast on about 14 inches worth using a
Because I started knitting this right after I bought it, It didn't get wound into a ball first. Luckily I'd successfully knit the
It took me until tonight to finish the last foot of knitting. Sitting and knitting for more than ten hours a day really produces, but it also results in stiffness and aches.
In a sweater I'd do something with hems and seams and probably a pattern stitch and still I'd think about running a fine but sturdy yarn with it. Otherwise I'd end up with a sweater dress in short order.
I might also start another mindless scarf for those times I really need to sit and knit but just don't have energy or brain power for any structure.
Besides close encounters with great instructors in the hallways and Marketplace as well as in the fairly small classes, we got to both see and touch examples of their work on the opening night.
At the Marketplace I almost got run down by
The colors on the pairs of balls are the same. The difference comes from the direction the color repeat got wound. I was warned that if you just used two of the contrasting balls from the start for a stranded Kauni sweater that you'd likely come to a spot where the colors of the two balls were too close in tone. Instead you're supposed to get two of the same wind and start one a bit further along.
The 3 stitches/inch blend of cream alpaca and 'Lilac" Jacob wool I bought. I have 1389 yards in 3 skeins, though there are some slubs and loosely spun spots I may want to eliminate as I knit.
The display of the new black colors at
The Kaunis at the Charity Night function.
And look what I got,
Besides interesting classes, good teachers, and a 34 vendor market there are almost 600 avid fiberistas, mostly knitters enrolled and more dropping by to shop and chat.





