I have long had a a love affair with young adult literature. Especially of the fantasy variety. Growing up my favorite authors were Madeleine L’Engle, Roald Dahl, Dianna Wynn Jones, Patricia C. Wrede, and (of course) JK Rowling. I still go back and reread some of those old favorites every now and then, just for fun. I love the adventure, the opportunity for gross absurdity, the wisdom, and the fun that is found therein. This is the kind of thing I want to write (though it’s only taken me ten years to figure it out), because it’s versatile. I read them in elementary school and junior, I read them to my younger siblings when I was in high school, and now I am reading them to my son.
We just started reading Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (I only have the US edition of this book, unfortunately, but that doesn’t stop me from changing “Sorcerer” to “Philosopher”. Or “bathrobe” to “dressing gown” for that matter. Gotta instill my anglophile tendencies to Athrun early.) He has been having so much fun with it that he woke me up at 7am on New Year’s Day, begging me to read him the next chapter. One of the books I read while I was sick was Patricia C. Wrede’s Snow White and Rose Red. He asked me to read it to him when he saw me reading it, but reading aloud with a head cold is touch and go at best, but I promised him we could do that one next. It makes my heart sing that he like being read too. It is one of my greatest expressions of love, to be able to read aloud to him the books that hold a special place in my heart.
Apparently, my excitement at sharing Harry Potter with my son is coming out in my other creative outlets as well.
I dyed some merino and firestar with intention of blending it, and pulling some roving off my hackle. I dyed the gold and the scarlet separately, mixing dyes experimentally. I didn’t set out to make 100g of Gryffindor themed hand-pulled roving, but this morning as I was loading my hackle, I realized that is what I had.