Unraveled, Week 21/2025

Bock bock! I'm in a "fowl" mood this Wednesday as I join with Kat and the Unravelers -- with a finished chicken!

Pattern: Emotional Support Chicken by Annette Corsino
Yarn: Fibernymph Dye Works Mountain Tweed BFL in Signature Series: Neutrals (approximately 114 yds./26 g used) and FDW Bounce in two purples and yellow (approximately 28 yds./7 g used), plus a small amount of black leftovers
Needles: US 2/2.75 mm
Started/Completed: March 20/March 24
Mods: omitted wattle

This is now the third ESC I've knit, and it might just be the cutest! I figured that because my nephew has one, my niece needed one as well, and with Passover and Easter both coming up, it felt even more appropriate. She's not quite old enough to really be into stuffed animals just yet, though, so I thought a chick would be better than the full-sized chicken. I didn't do anything to adapt the pattern other than use lighter yarn and smaller needles.

The leftover yarn from Molly's socks ended up being pretty perfect for a chicken -- the purple stripes and yellow for the beak were added in manually, but all the other color changes are just the tweed yarn. I still have a good amount leftover, so I very well may have had enough to do the entire chicken in it, but I still rather like the purple stripes for some added flair. I embroidered the eyes rather than use safety eyes; frankly I thought the safety eyes I have would have been comically large on this smaller bird, if not downright scary. I also omitted the poly pellets I usually put in the bottom of the body (in a sewn bag).

Here you can see the new chick with my chicken for a sense of scale. I think I could even stand to knit one on smaller needles (US 0 or US 1) for a mini chicken -- one day. I'm a bit chickened out for now.

I'm still working on my sister-in-law's socks, though there's not that much more knitting to show. I'll have a better update on Friday.

Reading! I have added three titles to my "read" list this week, though two were so short they hardly seem like they should count!

I was very impressed by Leila Mottley's debut novel, Nightcrawling, so when I received an invitation to read and review her new novel, I was quite interested to see where she would go next. In The Girls Who Grew Big, Mottley takes her readers to the opposite side of the country, the tiny town of Padua Beach, Florida, and introduces them to three young women all dealing with pregnancy. Simone, the oldest, is already the mother to 4-year-old twins, who she is raising in a red pickup truck after being kicked out by her parents and has recently discovered she is pregnant again by the twins' father. Emory is a high school senior with a 9-month-old son who is realizing that having a baby has not brought her life the meaning she thought it would. Adela is 16 and has been sent to live with her grandmother until she gives birth because of her parents' shame. These three are among the girls and young women who have come together to support each other in the middle of community that judges them but also offers them little to no help.

My thoughts on this novel are conflicted. On the one hand, the writing is powerful, and Mottley shows that her debut was not a fluke. On the other hand, I didn't understand how Simone, for instance, was able to make ends meet (she's living in a truck, but somehow still manages to party with her group?). I also often found myself exasperated with these three young women and the poor choices they repeatedly made -- though I also have to wonder if that wasn't the author's point. They are, after all, still children and are being forced into very adult decisions and responsibilities, and I suppose I was judging them as much as the adults in their lives were. Perhaps Mottley is asking us to suspend our disbelief in these particular characters a bit to see the bigger picture: that girls and women who find themselves pregnant often have few, if any, options and are often shamed by others no matter what decisions they make. I gave it 3 stars.
Thank you to NetGalley and Knopf for providing me with a digital ARC of this book in return for an honest review. This book will be published June 24, 2025.

Last Thursday, when I was off from work, Molly and I took a trip to the main branch of our library system to see if they had any books she could use for her history research paper. She didn't find anything, but at long as we were there, I poked around in the nonfiction section and came home with two books by Ted Kooser, who many of you have been talking about lately. First I read Lights on a Ground of Darkness, which is a short memoir of sorts (I think it was originally published as a long essay) about his mother's family, how they came to live in Iowa, and his memories of his interactions with them when he was a child. This is a beautiful, quiet remembrance, with the writing very clearly that of a poet. It's very short, at only about 70 pages, but I took two days to read it to savor it. I gave it 4 stars.

Those of you who are already familiar with Kooser as a poet likely also know that, for more than two decades, he sent out a poem on postcards for Valentine's Day, first to friends and later to women across the country. His collection Valentines contains all the poems, each one paired with a beautiful black-and-white illustration by artist Robert Hanna. Even though I tried to read these slowly and deliberately, I read through them all in one sitting (though I'll admit I took photos of a handful so I could continue to enjoy them after I returned the book to the library). This was my first experience with his poetry, other than a small selection some of you have shared on your blogs, but it won't be my last. I gave this collection 4 stars.

I am currently reading This Motherless Land, a modern retelling of Jane Austen's Mansfield Park (hence why I reread it recently), and I've just started The History of Sound, which I ended up buying because it was only available as an audiobook (with a long wait) via Libby and the hard copies at the library were checked out.

What are you making and reading this week?