Anne Blayney

@anniebeeknits.bsky.social

Textiles, social justice, neurospices, a cozy life, and my dog.

The first flowers of spring! Purple crocus (crocuses? crocusses? croci?) peeking up in our front yard, and snowdrops suddenly filling our neighbour's yard. Isn't it incredible how much hope those little petals hold?

A handful of little purple crocuses blooming, with a few other green shoots promising more to come. There's a skeleton of a maple leaf curled up on the ground in the midst of the cluster of blooms.A cluster of white snowdrops in the sunshine. They're pushing up through a mass of dead brown leaves, and they're such a punch of bright happy colour against the dark, drab ground.

Kitchener-Waterloo folks, please go check out Palmyra Grill and Desserts on Lancaster (nr Ammar Halal). Hard to open a Syrian restaurant during Ramadan, but wow, their food is phenomenal and they are so kind. Details of dishes in the alt text.

My husband, a white man in a rust tee and a grey hoodie, pulls an excited face and gives two thumbs up to his loaded beef plate (which he later described as Syrian poutine).My in-laws, a white couple in their 70s, getting excited to dig into their lunches. My MIL has a Syrian smoked meat sandwich and my FIL had a chicken mandi (half a her bed and spiced chicken over rice). All of our meals came with a bowl of lemony lentil soup with some pita crisps on the side. Light and delicious! My husband's loaded beef plate. It has waffle cut fries, shawarma beef, and a spicy cheese sauce, plus various picked veg on the side.

Lost all ability to cope today, and put myself back to bed at 10 AM. So profoundly discouraged and overwhelmed by so many things right now, my body/the provincial election/geopolitics. Clinging to points of connection: friends doing things for each other, family supporting family, pets snuggling.

It's my mom's 75th birthday today, and she took part in the "Coldest Night of the Year" walkathon for the Food Bank. She and her team raised over $4K, their highest level yet! They were a few of over 500 walkers in our small town. So proud and so glad to see people showing up for each other.

BTW for people worried about getting a voter card - if you download the Elections Ontario app (and you’re registered to vote) you can get an electronic copy of your VIC. But you don’t need the card to vote. You can go to any advance poll in your riding tomorrow - take ID with current address.

Yellow sigh with black writing that says Elections Ontario and Vote

Advance polls are fantastic. In and out in minutes, despite our voter cards not having arrived yet. Everyone was cheerful, and also there was a service dog so I got to vote WITH A DOG for the first time. #Ontario, please #VOTE YOUR HEARTS OUT. (And vote Doug out!!!)

A middle-aged white couple stands against a doorway in a brick wall, where bright yellow signs announce an Elections Ontario voting location. The woman, on the left, is shorter, and wears a bright cobalt coat, purse, and handknit hat; the man, on the right, is taller, and wears a chocolate brown puffer coat and a striped brown handknit hat. Both wear grey face masks.

A gang of friends descended on a church basement and ironed an entire car-full of donated quilting fabric tonight, sorting it into piles for different charities. Absolutely the most mundane task ever, made fun and actually really uplifting by doing it together. There's a metaphor here somewhere...

I don’t want to hear about your support of the “LGB community.” That’s not my community. My community includes transgender people, and intersex people, and asexual people, and all the other people you pretend don’t exist. If you don’t support them, you don’t support me.

Here's the finished #SkyKAL hat, blocking on my taped-up balloon head. This is the Gro Hat by Fiber Tales, knit in WoolDreamers Manchelopis 🧶. It's a bluer shade of teal than it looks here, I swear! (Pro tip: weaving in ends with unspun yarn? Use a crochet hook rather than a darning needle.)

A knitted teal hat, with a deep ribbed brim and leaf motifs made of lifted stitches, stretched over a balloon, balanced on a glass to keep it upright. It's sitting on a kitchen counter, with kitchen tools and other clutter in the background.

Home from a really lovely weekend at my parents'. Had three friends join us today to make a GIANT batch of marmalade, eat hearty stew, play raucous games of crokinole, knit, spoil the dog, and peruse Dad's multi-bookcase library of field guides. (See alt text for marmalade process notes because 🤓.)

Three big mixing bowls on a kitchen table. The one nearest the camera has cooked orange segments, seeds and all. We cook the seville oranges in an instant pot, just covered with water; then we drain the segments (saving the juice). We take those, use a spoon to separate the pulp from the peel, so we can process them separately. The second bowl, top left in the image, has the orange "guts", which we process with a food mill to salvage all the goodness while removing the seeds and fibrous bits. The third bowl, top right in the image, has the peel, which we've sliced into strips a few millimetres wide. (Later, we take the cooking liquid, the peel, and the milled "guts", add sugar, and boil until the temperature reaches 104.5 degrees C., but that's not shown here.)Four people sitting around a dining table playing crokinole and eating snacks. Crokinole is a Canadian game that's a bit like a board-game sized version of curling. You flick wooden pieces across a board, trying to get them into the centre position, while your opponent tries to knock your pieces out of the way. This is made more difficult by the addition of 8 nails or pegs in the board, which form a ring around the centre, and bounce your shots in all directions, and providing places for your opponent's pieces to shelter from your attack angles. A hand holding up a large jar of orange marmalade to the light coming through a window. There's a snowy scene in the background, outside the window, and inside there are various green plants soaking up the light, but they're all out of focus. The marmalade jar is in crisp focus, and the light shining through the orange jam really makes it glow. The pieces of orange peel are distributed nicely through the jam, not floating like they have done in some of our previous batches!

It's wild how many people are missing the point on this. THAT THEY ARE COMING FOR ANYONE IS ENOUGH. Whether or not you are safe is not the point. Other people's safety matters. Other people's lives matter. Other people matter. Show up for them.