A Bluestocking Knits

I'm not knitting much, I'm afraid, though this project has been great for these first few weeks of summer — a cowl/neck scarf in Noro Sekku — as it is small, portable, and completely memorized.  I stuck it in a Ziploc bag and took it with me to Girl Scout day camp, and at lunch time actually managed to knit a round or two every day before our girls wandered back and said, "What are we doing this afternoon, Miss Jeanne?  Ooh, what's that?  Is that knitting?  I wish I could knit!"  The colors are much more vivid in real life — I'll try to get a better picture when it's finished.

(Yeah, it's Noro.  When I came home with it a few months ago, David said, "I thought you were never ever going to buy Noro again!"  Well, what can I say?  The colors are fascinating.  I still don't like knitting with it.)

I've been reading much more than knitting.  Yes, that's a Kindle — I finally succumbed.  I looked at all of the yellowing classics on our shelves one day, and thought, "I suppose I could get a Kindle and have all of these in less than an inch of shelf space."  I've been downloading freebies like a wild thing since then — P.G. Wodehouse, Mrs. Gaskell, Jane Austen.  I confess that a few purchased ones have made their way across the ether to me as well — this one is Edith Pargeter's The Brothers of Gwynedd, after I found that you still can't get the Brother Cadfael series in e-books.  I'm a little vexed with some of the features of the Kindle — don't like the font and that you can't change it, don't like that you can't flip pages fast when you're looking for a particular spot (mine at least often gets stuck in a circle of three pages, and just goes round and round those three) — but it's still amazing enough to me that you could have hundreds of books in one little place that I'm still happy.