Monday, November 15, 2010

22 going on 70

As strange of a dream it might be for a 22 year old, knitting has been a hobby I have always wanted to master.  So, with all of the new time on my hands I decided to try it out.  A friend and I enrolled in a beginner's knitting class that was taught at Carnegie Hall in downtown Lewisburg.  It was great, and left me wanting more!  Knitting takes patience... which I'm learning slowly.  But, it is a blast.  I cannot describe the joy of finishing a project, and the excitement of knowing that I was able to create something wearable from a few yards of yarn.  It's actually not as hard to learn the basic as I would have thought, and although I could see myself spending all of Jason's loan money on hand spun yarn in a cute, enticing shop downtown... there are other ways of getting off a bit cheaper.  There is a great website,, where you can print out free patterns, read other knitter's blogs, buy yarn, and just admire everyone's work.  It is great, but the best part is it is free!  :)  And instead of buying all of the tempting knitting books; I've been catching up on my knitting skills with tutorials on YouTube.  I find that I'm becoming more excited about starting a new knitting project then hanging out with friends on Friday nights. Lame?  Yes.  But when my closet is filled with lovely hand spun, and hand knitted scarfs... you too may want to start staying in on weekend nights.  :) 

I have finished a few projects, but so far; my favorite is this grey, cowl neck scarf.  I'll keep you updated, and hopefully my skills improve...I just keep telling myself that the mistakes are what make it unique. :)

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

The Bakery

This past Saturday, Jason and I went to visit the local Bakery in Lewisburg... which is creatively named "The Bakery".  The special for the day was tomato soup served with a grilled cheese sandwich on tomato basil bread.  It was heaven, and gave Chelsea's, in Baton Rouge, a run for their money.  The baker asked if Jason and I were brother and sister or husband and wife, and when Jason cleverly answered "both"; the baker's laughter was uncontrollable.  It led to a great conversation about Lewisburg, the "O" school, living in Louisiana, visiting New York, and being asked to hang out with some of them outside of the bakery.  I was amazed at how quickly they offered their help, advise, and friendship.  It made me feel like a Yankee.  While Louisiana is known for their southern hospitality, I'm not sure that they truly compare to the hospitality at The Bakery.

So... If you ever need to feel loved in a small town where you know no one.. find a local bakery.  I'm not sure if they are bored, or just happy to be among the smell of sweets and good food all day.  But for whatever reason, they are officially the nicest group of people ever.  And yes, I am stereotyping.  :) Bakery employees = Nice people.  Try it out for yourselves.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

pumpkin lattes in fall

 As fall is slowly fading, I realize how much I will miss it.  I love the colors that fall brings to the normal neighborhood streets and my apartment's patch of grass.  In this small town, I feel I've been able to appreciate fall more than ever before.  I've developed an addiction to the local coffee shop, The Wild Bean, and their pumpkin lattes.  They bring out the very best of fall.  I am convinced of it. :) I've started a collection of leaves.  Jason laughs when I stop to pick one up, but every leaf I find seems to be a little bit different than the last.  My collection is growing immensely... I am sure I will have to find a plan and home for all of these leaves soon, but for now I'll just admire them on the bookshelf.  The temperature is slowly dropping, and winter will soon be here.  I'm excited for snow, but my wardrobe is not prepared.  I will have to do some sale rack winter hunts soon!  :)  Until then, I may just stay cooped up in the cozy apartment, and practice my knitting skills.  

Here are a few sites of Lewisburg in the fall. :)

The Wild Bean

Our Neighborhood

The park in our neighborhood