Unraveling, Week 33/2025

Thank you all, first of all, for your concern and your good wishes. I'm feeling so much better and am so grateful for modern medicine! I have a follow-up appointment with a provider in my OBGYN practice tomorrow morning (one who happens to be a nurse-midwife, so who is presumably very familiar with this sort of thing). I will certainly be asking if she has any insight into how I could have gotten mastitis without actively breastfeeding; the last time I had it -- the only other time -- was when Molly was 2 months old and clogged milk ducts were a typical thing for me.

Today is my Friday, but it's technically Wednesday, which means it's time to join up with Kat and the Unravelers. And I have an FO to share that I completely forgot about on Monday!

I'm sure the pattern doesn't need any introduction, but just in case you're new to my corner of the blogosphere, this is the ever-popular Hitchhiker (Ravelry link). I used all but about 3 g of yarn from a skein of Old Rusted Chair Sock that originally weighed 108 g, so I used 420 yards in total. I also went up to a US 5/3.75 mm needle, so I only got 37 teeth on this particular shawl. It may not have the recommended 42 teeth, but I like how well the variegated colorway played with the garter stitch. The colorway is called Panic in Detroit, which is apparently a David Bowie song, but I bought it because, in addition to just liking it, my father's originally from Detroit and, moreover, I was shopping with a friend from suburban Detroit. This was part of my SSK 2023 stash, which I have actively been trying to use up before Molly and I go to SSK this year. I took a photo of what I came home with two summers ago, and as I've been using items, I've been crossing them out on the photo. Here's where things stand now:

That pale pink on the right is what I'm using for my Midsommarkrans tank, which may not be done before we get to SSK but at least is on the needles. All that's left is the two skeins of Stranded Dyeworks that I bought to make something for Molly, but she hasn't been able to figure out anything she wants me to make with it, so it may stay in the stash.

In other news, Ruthie took a good nap yesterday afternoon and I got a good number of rows knit on my Kouyou, though it still doesn't look like much because it's lace and not yet blocked. That didn't stop her from trying to taste it, though.

The colors aren't quite right because I snapped this in the family room with the overhead lights on in a hurry so that it didn't end up in her mouth, so this photo doesn't do it justice. The handspun has a lot of sparkle and bits of color in it. I will be sure to take better photos in good lighting when it's done.

I don't have an update on my tank because I had to rip and redo the joining row so many times that I haven't gotten much done on it, but I will definitely share more on Friday.

Reading has continued and I finished two books this week.

I'd had Banyan Moon on my Kindle shelf for a while and finally got around to reading it. It's a family drama following three women: Minh, who immigrated to the United States from Vietnam following the death of her husband; Huong, her daughter; and Ann, her granddaughter. The three are connected as members of the same family but also by the Banyan House, an aging home full of the belongings of the former owner. When Minh dies and Ann comes home to say good-bye, Ann and Huong are forced to confront their semi-estrangement and Ann has to make decisions about what to do about her relationship with her boyfriend, given his recent revelation of a betrayal and her recent discovery of her pregnancy. The book deals with the relationships between mothers and daughters but also about personal identity, what makes a home, and what we inherit. It was an enjoyable read. I gave it 4 stars.

My other finish wasn't one I'd been wanting to read, but it's what I picked when I was caught up on podcasts and was looking at audiobooks that were available from the library and could be listened to in two to three days. The Silent Patient is billed as a psychological thriller and a mystery to uncover why an artist shot her husband dead and then refused to speak. It's told mostly from the point of view of her psychotherapist, with entries from her journal interspersed, and of course there's a twist at the end. I found it entertaining enough to listen to, but overall it felt like another example of a woman's concerns being written off as mental illness. I didn't necessarily see the twist coming, but I expected it all the same. I gave it 2 stars. 

I'll be back on (real) Friday with another update on my knitting and a report on what I find out at my appointment tomorrow!