Progress in Pink

Progress in Pink

   Small servings of warm & fuzzy are to the liking of Lady-of-the-House. These servings spring up in her realistic fiction and will sometimes embody the ideas of a post. Friendly hints to “advance toward the direction of one’s dreams” is what she wishes to offer. If some of these dreams happen to be accompanied by a portion of warm & fuzzy, so be it.

Carol in Blackberry Inn writes a warm & fuzzy:

[Emma] carefully lifted my knitting out of its basket. “. . . look at this pretty sweater. What a lovely rose color.” I had been knitting a cardigan for my daughter Emily, and was particular about my pinks.” Emma held it up to admire it in the sunbeams that streamed in through the windows. It did look pretty in the sunlight, or was it Emma’s encouragement that made me appreciate it more? I felt gratified. “You’re nearly done,” she said, returning it to its nesting place, leaving it with another of her affectionate pats.

   Just as particular about her pinks the Lady-of-the-House carefully chose two rose yarns; one pale and one saturated in color. She started knitting a sweater for a one-year-old following a new pattern – one with stripes. Someone dear to her is expecting a baby come spring. She was told that the speed of the heartbeat is a clue the baby will probably be a girl.

   Some years ago the Lady-of-the-House purchased some fabric in pink and teddy-bear-tan. “A little quilt with touches of pink would be a welcome addition to my grandma’s someday box,” she daydreamed. A home educating mother arranged the fabrics for her and precut the squares.

     She has a flair for creating kits for mothers and daughters with no fear of pink – if it’s the right pink. Her kits are marvelously handy for teaching sewing to young girls. Not online, look for “Kits for Kids” (in many colors) at the Harrisburg, Pennsylvania homeschool fair.

    A certain hand dyed peachy-pink wool roving caught the eye of the Lady-of-the-House.

    The optimistic expression “give it a whirl” must have been born of a spinster. This is precisely what the Lady-of-the-House has been doing in her winter evenings. She’s been practicing spinning. The yarn is all regrettably over-spun. Nevertheless, she advances toward her goal – another day, another whirl.

    A whirl is like a bicycle gear. The band that turns the spinning wheel also turns the whirl.

    After making skeins of natural wool she took her pink and with a knitty-knotty turned it into a skein. Added to the pile it is pleasingly conspicuous resting on a white windowsill.

    She knows what she wishes to make with the pink – a pair of mittens – for herself . . .  eventually.

  Begun months ago with the reading of the novel Jane Eyre, (she is in its later chapters now, sipping the reading like tea) the reproduction sampler of six-year-old Charlotte Bronte is nearly finished. With the realization that this, too, is pink – to resemble a faded red - the decision for the title of this post was solidified.

  

    Pink is unpopular. Shyness about this color is common. Is pink a favorite of yours? According to folklore, people who love pink are full of compassion and have a strong inclination to nurture others. They may have a sweet tooth, too.

    With less timidity pink has managed to make its way into the life of the Lady-of-the-House. Could it be the feminine, warm and fuzzy side of life peeping out? 

Post Script

    The Lady-of-the-House received a telephone call from the (above) expectant mother. An ultra-sound showed the baby-on-the-way yawn and suck a thumb.

    “How cute,” said the Lady-of-the-House. What she heard next made her laugh out loud.

    “Oh, and Mom, it looks like William will have a brother, after all.”