sew inspired

Only one person courageously guessed the location of my airplane voyage and they correctly guessed, Kansas City.  I have now traveled three hours south to Andover, KS, my home town.  Since I’m home with family today will be short.

After spending the early afternoon at Toy Story 3 with my dad (did anyone else start tearing up at the end…) I joined my mom at the Wichita Quilt Show.  While knitting is my true crafting passion, I would love to be a competent sewer and seamstress one day.  Here are a couple quilts that caught my eye and inspired me to try my hand at another quilt during my spare time this summer, although a beginner’s quilt…these are a little out of my league.

candy quilt

hexagon quilt


scenes from an airport

One of my favorite things to do when I travel is people watch and explore the airport.  Here are the highlights of my most recent journey:

1. A man easily doing ten push-ups against one of the airport chairs before crossing the aisle to board the plane to Colorado.

2. The new sterling silver store in Hartford’s airport.  Front and center, on display is a large silver tiger.  Watch out David, that may be coming home for the new apartment.

3. Standing in line in the bathroom, watching the bathroom doors hoping one opens, I see the head of a small adorable dog peer out from  underneath, before her owner pulled her back under the stall.

4.  This one is for the other passengers…me walking out of that same bathroom with a three foot piece of toilet paper attached to my foot.  Thank you to the kind lady who helped me remove it from my foot while I filled my water bottle.

All and all in was a lovely travel day.  I got a lot of listening completed on my newest book on tape, The Brief and Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, and I also knit up a storm.

To conclude, I leave you with a puzzler.  Below is the city skyline of the place I am currently visiting before I drive three hours south for another visit.  Where am I?

whose beautiful skyline is this?

a project in honor of the blog

I love knitting.  Some people have lovingly called me addicted.  As many of you probably know, that’s where the name for my blog comes, knitting.  When someone begins a project the first thing they do when they actually start knitting is cast on.  While a lot of my blog will be about what’s happening in my and David’s lives, it would be a shame, dare I say a tragedy, not to include my regular knitting projects in the blog.

the maltese shawl in all her glory

A couple days ago, in honor of our new move and the start of this blog, I decided to cast on a new project.  Now this is not just any old project, this is lace.  Some knitters love lace knitting, it’s all they do. It’s especially nice for the summer because it’s not nearly as warm as a sweater or blanket.  While I have completed a small lace-ish scarf before, this my friends will take my knitting skills to a whole new level.  To be honest, just casting on tested my patience.  Normally it takes under 10 minutes to cast on, unless I’m starting a project with over 100 stitches on the needles, but this project took over an hour to cast on 77 stitches.  It’s took me three attempts at three different types of lace cast-ons before I finally got it to work.  Now I’m off.  Hopefully by the end of the summer I will have turned these 1500 yards of yarn into the shawl to the right…

My current progress is not much to brag about.  In fact, the picture below is slightly deceiving because I actually have two errors on the partially finished row, so I’m going to have to rip back and try again.  It took me a good forty five minutes to do that half-row only to continue discovering section after section that I had made multiple mistakes in the prior row.  It was an uncomfortable evening in the Warren household as me and my yarn project exchanged words before throwing it across the room.  Then David lovingly

three days...ten rows

reminded me that I knit for its calming and soothing effect on me and that perhaps I should change to a less complicated and daunting project.  I begrudgingly took his advice.  At present the project is still in time out.  But believe you me, I will come back to the project and it will ROCK when it’s finished….hopefully that is.

Goodbye New Haven

This last weekend was a bittersweet experience.  After spending our first week on campus, coming back to our apartment in New Haven felt weird.  David and I both distinctly felt that New Haven was no longer our home and that it was time to move on.  In some ways, this was a comfort because before going on vacation, I was really struggling with saying goodbye and moving on.  At the same time, we are still transitioning and over the course of our 24 hours in New Haven it was such a delight to see a few friends.  It was a reminder of what rich relationships we developed during the three years we lived there.  Relationships we hope very much to continue over the distance.

Walking through the empty apartment in the last moments before we followed the movers up to Gill, it truly did feel like the end of an important and exciting time in David and my lives.  It was where we became the Warrens.  We moved to New Haven a month after getting married.  It was the place where we laid the foundations for our marriage.  We also came naively thinking that we would never find friends who meant as much to us as the friends we made in college in high school.  Thankfully, we opened ourselves up to being wrong and were proved wrong as God blessed us abundantly.  So to close this blog post and our time in New Haven, I leave you with a few photos that represents the memories and relationships that mean so much to us.

Birthday in the Woods

David has just discovered that this is no ordinary cake

I really love birthdays, it’s something I get from my mom.  Maybe it also has something to do with having a required time to bake for people you care about.  This year, I  was a little bummed on David’s behalf because we moved just a couple days before his birthday. The community here has been really welcoming and gracious to join me (and the many of you on facebook) in wishing David a happy 26th birthday, but I’ll be honest, I was a little bummed not to be able to throw a party.  This is coupled with the fact that David convinced me to give him his birthday present a couple weeks early so he could take it on the family vacation…he got a new shock-proof and water-proof camera…and thus there were no exciting presents to open. So I had to be a little creative this year to make his birthday feel special.

My first plan was to create a birthday banner.  I got the idea after seeing a New Year’s banner on the Purl Bee’s website, but found a banner I absolutely love in Alicia Paulson’s book, Stitched in Time.  So using that pattern I created this colorful birthday banner.

Happy Birthday David!

Since no birthday is complete without a cake.  I also made a chocolate cake, with chocolate malt buttercream frosting.  The cake is/was delicious, recipe courtesy of Dorie Greenspan, Baking, this may just be my favorite baking book, in case people were wondering.  Since I had forgotten wrapping paper and really wanted to wrap up David’s new camera so he had something to open for his birthday, I hid the camera inside a plastic bag, inside a plastic container, inside the cake. Here’s a look at my handy-work…

Is that a camera in a cake...indeed

But alas, my plan was foiled.  When David got home from work, we thought it would be fun to go for a quick walk before dinner and cake.  Since it was a sunny day, David wanted to bring his new camera so he could take photos that we could then send to family/friends.  I tried to assure him, without letting on my secret, that his camera would surely turn up and we should just go on a walk.  I thought the coast was clear, but when we got home he began his search anew.  I finally insisted, with a wink, that if he was patient his camera would probably turn up later.  He assumed I had wrapped the camera.  Then when he went to cut the cake, I encouraged him to use a soft-hand.  He immediately turned and asked, “Sarah, is my camera inside the cake?” To which I began laughing.  What can I say, I’m not great at keeping secrets under pressure.

From New Haven to Gill

It was a cloudy day, not unlike the day we moved to New Haven.  A  little rainy, but closer to a drizzle than a downpour.  Once again we had friends to help us pack the car…a big thanks to TJ, Elana, Josh, and Hannah…it is amazing how much Rosie, the Fusion, can fit.  David counted 8 boxes in the trunk alone.

After just an hour of packing we were on the road, David in the Fusion and me in the Neon.  It was an uneventful drive.  We arrived just after four o’clock with enough time to unload the car and begin unpacking the basics before dinner.  David focused on the entertainment unit and quickly realized that while he brought the computer and playstation, we left the mouse, keyboard, and remote in New Haven.  This along with all of David’s working-wear.  We quickly realized that we would have to make a second trip back to New Haven on Sunday.

Here's the living room of our 'summer home' in the midst of packing.

After unpacking the kitchen and living room boxes, we realized it was 7 o’clock and time for dinner.  We took the suggestion of Kate, a classmate from Yale, and tried our luck at a restaurant in Greenfield called the People’s Pint.  Shockingly enough the one restaurant in Gill was all booked at 7 on a Saturday night.  The trip to Greenfield was picturesque and interesting.  I find it amusing to think about how many street names have stuck around since the first settlers.  To get to the People’s Pint we headed from Main Rd to Mohawk Trail then over the French King’s Bridge.

The food at the People’s Pint was incredible.  Greenfield may be a small town, but so far it’s food could easily rival the restaurants of New Haven.  Much of the food is from local farms and dairies in Franklin County (home county of both Gill and Greenfield) and I swear you can taste the freshness.

I'm pretty sure this is to warn people when bears or mountain lions are approaching. David thinks I'm over-reacting.

To end the evening, I convinced David that renting “Did You Hear About the Morgans?” would be a better idea than getting “Zoombieland”.  After watching the movie, I still say I was right, although David may disagree.  The movie started off strong.  About midway through it either got boring or I got tired or both.  We ended up calling it quits with only 30 minutes left and heading to bed, don’t worry we did finish the movie the following afternoon.  The relevance of the movie did end up coming full circle a couple days later when David and I learned from multiple sources that just a few weeks ago there was a bear pawing through the trash of David’s office and another citing near our ‘summer home’.  Thanks to Hugh Grant and Sarah Jessica Parker’s excellent acting, I now know that if I see a bear it is best not to run, not to look it in the eyes, and to talk soothingly to the bear.  Who knew that a bad, romantic-comedy could be so relevant.

Since arriving David and I have fortunately not seen a bear, but we have seen a turtle, which I carried from on the road to the curb, a fox, a skunk, and a deer.  I leave you with a picture of the final animal.

Not as scary as a bear, but still exciting.