I didn't freeze to death on Tuesday while walking to the gym. For the record, the low Monday night and Tuesday morning was not 1F, as predicted. It 7. I still walked to the gym, but I wore my down jacket instead of the usual fleece jacket with a sweatshirt underneath. It wasn't too bad, but the walk home was a little more unpleasant since the wind picked up. After the unseasonably warm weather we've had this winter, I'm relishing the cold.
My parents ' anniversary dinner went off very well. The dining room at Smithfield Inn was quite nice. The service was very attentive and I thought the food was good, although not quite as good as it should have been for the price. My parents seemed to enjoy themselves and all the kids were on their best behavior and fairly quiet. When the family gathers at my parents' house, it's typically pretty loud, which was another reason why I thought a private room was a good idea. I didn't want to disturb the other diners with loud conversation and potentially crying infants. My brother's girls wore their best party dresses and acted quite grown up. All in all, there were 18 of us. Daniel wasn't able to make it back from college, as he's got a pretty heavy schedule this semester (organic chemistry and lab, physics and lab, genetics, microbiology and lab). A good time was had by all.
Mouse!
For several weeks now, we've been hearing suspicious scratching sounds inside our dining room wall. It could be one of two things: either a bird flew down the unused chimney or a mouse (or several of them) has taken up residence in our walls. Since Emma was very interested in the goings-on behind the walls, we suspected a mouse. The mouse theory proved to be correct (I think the bird theory is also true, but short of breaking into the chimney, we'll never know).
When Tom got home from work the other day, he discovered Emma following around a very tired mouse. It had left its cozy home in the walls by way of the pocket doors and immediately became a cat toy. Emma didn't kill it, but did a good job of wearing it out. Tom scooped it and put it outside. I don't think that's going to be the last of the mice, though. As I was backing out of the driveway yesterday, I saw at least two mice scurry towards the house. I just hope Emma doesn't catch one in the middle of the night and bring it to us in bed. That would be quite the rude awakening!
Bath!
Recently we've been noticing that Emma's fur has not been feeling quite as clean and soft as it normally does. She's also been disappearing for long periods of time and has been impossible to find. She enjoys going into the basement; it's her refuge when there are guests in the house.
Our basement is not the cleanest place in the house. It's an old-fashioned, unfinished basement, with pipes and wires running through the joists. Since there isn't a ceiling, dust filters down from the first floor through the floor boards. And there are cobwebs...lots and lots of cobwebs. In the early days of the house, the house was heated by a coal furnace, then by an oil furnace before we made the switch to natural gas several years ago.
Well, it turned out that Emma discovered a way to get up on the pipes and into the joists. Our pretty, soft, stripy kitty has turned into the Pigpen of cats. She emerged from some hiding place Friday morning, looking pretty pleased with herself, with huge cobwebs hanging from her tail and whiskers. After I touched her, my hands came away tinged with black. I wiped her down with a wet paper towel and it came away black. A second wipe down produced the same results. There was only one thing left to do.
Give her a bath.
Cats don't like to get wet. A bath involves getting the cat wet, immersing it, if you will. Cats have claws, often very sharp, pointy claws. They can inflict a lot of damage. Emma's claws are of the very sharp, pointy variety, making a pedicure a prerequisite to the bath. Hoo boy. It was going to be a fun day.
I haven't quite mastered the art of claw-clipping by myself. And whenever I'm ready to clip claws, Tom isn't. So I've developed the stealth method, clipping only a couple of claws while Emma is sleeping. It takes a while, but it's effective.
Emma's first bath took place in the clawfoot tub, since the high sides would make it a little more difficult for her to escape. I strategically positioned the baby shampoo and towel. I grabbed the poor little kitty, took her into the bathroom, shut the door and plopped her in the tub. Emma didn't like it, but she didn't fight it. Mostly she stood there looking like a drowned rat, shivering. When I rinsed her, the water ran black. I think she must have found a mother lode of ancient coal dust.
I'd like to say we now have a clean kitty, but darned if she didn't go up into joists yesterday. Fortunately, she's not quite as dirty, but she leaves black smears wherever she lays. I think another bath is in the future for her.
Gymnastics Competition
My sister-in-law and her daughter were in Leesburg this weekend for a regional gymnastics competition and stayed with us. The gymnastics team from Poquoson High School is small, only three girls, although there were a couple of schools that had even smaller teams. There are four events: floor, vault, beam, and uneven parallel bars. Holly competed in the floor event, while her teammate Caitlin participated in all four. As it happened, Holly didn't place, but Caitlin placed 8th in vault, 3rd in floor, 1st in both beam and bars, and 1st in the all-around, barely beating out a girl from Goochland. Caitlin qualified for the State competition next weekend.
It was interesting to watch these young women compete. Not all of them were good and some were clearly struggling with their chosen apparatus (I had a major flashback to junior high and high school gym classes). But they still competed and seemed to be supportive of their competitors. Even the parents cheered on their daughters' competitors. I never had the opportunity to learn gymnastics or ballet as a child but like to think I would have been good at it. Of course, that would have meant having to practice and be focused, and about the only thing I was good at focusing on was reading.
Knitting Progress
Two words: not much.
The Divine scarf continues to be my travel project. One ball is almost gone, which means I'm about a quarter or a third complete, depending on how long I want to make it. If there's leftover yarn, I think I'll make some wrist warmers or fingerless mitts. They'll be simply divine in Divine!
The Jenna sweater back is about nine inches, leaving three inches to knit. We aren't even going to mention the Christine sweater, although I'm rethinking the wisdom of knitting the sleeves first. There don't appear to be any increases in the body, so I might rip the sleeve one more time and start on the body. Anything, anything to make some progress!
That's about it. They are calling for a significant weather event starting tomorrow, although now it looks like we might be getting freezing rain instead of snow. I'm mightily unhappy about that. I'm hoping beyond hope they'll be wrong and we'll get a couple of feet of snow. What could be better than having a snow day and sitting in front of the fire, knitting and spinning and drinking hot chocolate?
Happy knitting!
Monday, February 12, 2007
Monday, February 05, 2007
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That's the low for tonight. That translates to -18C. Add the wind chill and we're talking about -8F or -22C. For Virginia, which is a "southern" state (although it's really the mid-Atlantic), it's a mite chilly.
I'm reconsidering walking to the gym tomorrow morning.
I'm reconsidering walking to the gym tomorrow morning.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Happy Anniversary!
Fifty years ago today, in Baltimore, Maryland, my parents married. They had known each other for only six months when my father discovered he was going to be transferred to California and wanted my mother to join him. He proposed, she accepted. She recounts that she went home and asked her family what they were doing in two weeks and if would they like to attend a wedding. Two weeks later they were married and off to California. And so began fifty years of what I can only describe as an interesting (in a good way) partnership.
Mom and Dad had four children in the next seven years and lived all over the country. My father's job transferred him far more often than the military transfers its personnel. We lived in California, Washington, Utah, New York, Maine, New Jersey, Maryland, Georgia, and West Virginia before finally settling in Virginia in 1964. We drove from place to place, with at least two kids in diapers. Imagine driving cross-country with several children, in diapers, without the benefit of disposable diapers or any of the electronic gadgets that keep the kiddies amused. Looking back on it, I've come to the realization that my parents had incredible fortitude to survive that experience.
We also camped for our vacations, in a tent. Mom was a city girl, born and bred in Baltimore, so camping was a new experience for her. Dad was raised in a more rural setting, and fished and hunted and trapped. In the early days, the campgrounds we went to had no running water or indoor toilets. We had to pump the water and use outhouses. For us kids, it was an grand adventure! I recall arguing over who got to pump the water. After we returned to the east coast, we camped at Cowan's Gap State Park in Pennsylvania most years. It was these early experiences that instilled my love of the outdoors and to this day, my best vacations have been camping vacations, not luxury vacations.
So, to my parents I say: I love you more than you can ever know and thank you for sticking out the early days. I hope my marriage grows and strengthens over the years as your has.
Happy 50th Anniversary!
Happy 11th Anniversary!
To my wonderful husband, I say: Thanks for putting up with me and all my foibles for the past 11 years. Even though I don't always say it, I deeply appreciate all you do and your support for my endeavors. I love you and still look forward to spending the rest of my life with you.
Happy anniversary, my love!
Mom and Dad had four children in the next seven years and lived all over the country. My father's job transferred him far more often than the military transfers its personnel. We lived in California, Washington, Utah, New York, Maine, New Jersey, Maryland, Georgia, and West Virginia before finally settling in Virginia in 1964. We drove from place to place, with at least two kids in diapers. Imagine driving cross-country with several children, in diapers, without the benefit of disposable diapers or any of the electronic gadgets that keep the kiddies amused. Looking back on it, I've come to the realization that my parents had incredible fortitude to survive that experience.
We also camped for our vacations, in a tent. Mom was a city girl, born and bred in Baltimore, so camping was a new experience for her. Dad was raised in a more rural setting, and fished and hunted and trapped. In the early days, the campgrounds we went to had no running water or indoor toilets. We had to pump the water and use outhouses. For us kids, it was an grand adventure! I recall arguing over who got to pump the water. After we returned to the east coast, we camped at Cowan's Gap State Park in Pennsylvania most years. It was these early experiences that instilled my love of the outdoors and to this day, my best vacations have been camping vacations, not luxury vacations.
So, to my parents I say: I love you more than you can ever know and thank you for sticking out the early days. I hope my marriage grows and strengthens over the years as your has.
Happy 50th Anniversary!
Happy 11th Anniversary!
To my wonderful husband, I say: Thanks for putting up with me and all my foibles for the past 11 years. Even though I don't always say it, I deeply appreciate all you do and your support for my endeavors. I love you and still look forward to spending the rest of my life with you.
Happy anniversary, my love!
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Still Cold
It seems that winter has finally settled in. As I write this post, the wind is howling outside, making the windows rattle in their frames. We got a dusting of snow tonight, with more on the way Thursday and Friday. Usually, I'd be ecstatic that there's a chance of snow. But not this weekend. This weekend we're traveling to my parents to celebrate...
(Drumroll, please!)
...their 50th wedding anniversary!
It would be fitting, however, for us to have seriously inclement weather on Friday. The day before our wedding (also on February 3rd), the northern Virginia area had 12 inches of snow dumped on it. Regions south of here got ice. Nonetheless, my intrepid parents were undaunted, tossed my grandmother in the car, and braved the wintry weather to attend our wedding. By the time they arrived, their car was coated in ice, making the locals wonder where they were from. The weather was just the beginning of the wedding adventures. But that's a story for another day.
Tvåändsstickning
The Swedish twined knitting (also known as two end knitting) class was excellent. If you ever have a chance to take a class by Beth Brown-Reinsel, do so. She explains techniques well and is very patient with knitters who are literally all thumbs (that would be me!). Her handouts are very well written. Beth provided various samples of the twined knitting, as well as a blouse from the 19th century (the knitting was impressive).
We learned how to cast on using three yarns, making the cast-on edge twined as well. The cast on method is the same as Old Norwegian (or German) cast on and makes for a nice stretchy cuff. We then moved on to the basic knit and purl stitches. If you think regular purling is awkward, you ain't seen nothin'! All twined purling is beyond awkward. The tendency, for me, was to purl using my thumb. I was beginning to despair that I would get beyond the first row. However, the twined knit stitch was a breeze in comparison, and the stitch patterns that alternated purls and knits were also easy. I (the world's slowest knitter) actually kept up with the majority of the class.
Beth introduced us to the work of Anne-Maj Ling, showing slides of her work. In addition to the usual hats, mittens, socks, and sweaters, Anne-Maj also knit dresses, skirts, dickeys, and (get this!) slacks! The slacks were stunning...very tailored and not saggy at the back end at all. Warning: Anne-Maj's web site is in Swedish, but browse through it anyway. Click the links in the left navigation panel below the phrase Bilder på några av mina: to see examples of her work. (Alas, there isn't a picture of the slacks.)
Knitting Progress
I haven't made much progress lately. The Jenna sweater grows by about three rows a day. The Christine sweater still languishes. I think I'm going to take the rather desperate measure of redoing the chart, this time including all the repeats. It's probably unnecessary, but it will give me a good sense of how the Fair Isle pattern is behaving. Of course, if I don't understand the marking for each of the pieces of the sweater, I'll get nowhere, other than having another colorful chart.
The knitting group at work met again today, since we can't meet Friday. Attendance was much better and everyone was very enthusiastic. I love the feeling of walking into a group of knitters and knitting with everyone else. It feels like coming home. The Divine scarf will be the primary knitting group project, since it's rather simple.
I'll have pictures of my twined knitting sampler, as well as scarf and sweater pictures later this week or early next week. I probably won't post again until Sunday, depending on what time we get back.
Have a great week and happy knitting!
(Drumroll, please!)
...their 50th wedding anniversary!
It would be fitting, however, for us to have seriously inclement weather on Friday. The day before our wedding (also on February 3rd), the northern Virginia area had 12 inches of snow dumped on it. Regions south of here got ice. Nonetheless, my intrepid parents were undaunted, tossed my grandmother in the car, and braved the wintry weather to attend our wedding. By the time they arrived, their car was coated in ice, making the locals wonder where they were from. The weather was just the beginning of the wedding adventures. But that's a story for another day.
Tvåändsstickning
The Swedish twined knitting (also known as two end knitting) class was excellent. If you ever have a chance to take a class by Beth Brown-Reinsel, do so. She explains techniques well and is very patient with knitters who are literally all thumbs (that would be me!). Her handouts are very well written. Beth provided various samples of the twined knitting, as well as a blouse from the 19th century (the knitting was impressive).
We learned how to cast on using three yarns, making the cast-on edge twined as well. The cast on method is the same as Old Norwegian (or German) cast on and makes for a nice stretchy cuff. We then moved on to the basic knit and purl stitches. If you think regular purling is awkward, you ain't seen nothin'! All twined purling is beyond awkward. The tendency, for me, was to purl using my thumb. I was beginning to despair that I would get beyond the first row. However, the twined knit stitch was a breeze in comparison, and the stitch patterns that alternated purls and knits were also easy. I (the world's slowest knitter) actually kept up with the majority of the class.
Beth introduced us to the work of Anne-Maj Ling, showing slides of her work. In addition to the usual hats, mittens, socks, and sweaters, Anne-Maj also knit dresses, skirts, dickeys, and (get this!) slacks! The slacks were stunning...very tailored and not saggy at the back end at all. Warning: Anne-Maj's web site is in Swedish, but browse through it anyway. Click the links in the left navigation panel below the phrase Bilder på några av mina: to see examples of her work. (Alas, there isn't a picture of the slacks.)
Knitting Progress
I haven't made much progress lately. The Jenna sweater grows by about three rows a day. The Christine sweater still languishes. I think I'm going to take the rather desperate measure of redoing the chart, this time including all the repeats. It's probably unnecessary, but it will give me a good sense of how the Fair Isle pattern is behaving. Of course, if I don't understand the marking for each of the pieces of the sweater, I'll get nowhere, other than having another colorful chart.
The knitting group at work met again today, since we can't meet Friday. Attendance was much better and everyone was very enthusiastic. I love the feeling of walking into a group of knitters and knitting with everyone else. It feels like coming home. The Divine scarf will be the primary knitting group project, since it's rather simple.
I'll have pictures of my twined knitting sampler, as well as scarf and sweater pictures later this week or early next week. I probably won't post again until Sunday, depending on what time we get back.
Have a great week and happy knitting!
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Brrrrr!
It's cold! Admittedly, it's early in the morning, but still, 18.5 degrees is cold. Here I sit, laptop on my lap (sans the laptop cat), in my cozy place in front of the fire. Tom, on the other hand, left a little before 6:00 this morning to go on a 15-mile, hilly run. He wasn't looking too happy as he headed out the door into the cold and dark.
Buddha,on the other hand, is perfectly happy no matter what the weather:
I'll spend the remainder of the morning trying to get the house clean. Every weekend, I've got the same list of tasks I want to accomplish and every weekend, I find reasons to put them off. Now that we've got another cat, the amount of dust, fur, and other detritus has increased. She has a propensity for disemboweling her toys and there are little mouse chunks scattered about.
Emma is definitely challenging. Mostly she's well-behaved, although active, but sometimes she just gets it in her head to do things she's not supposed to do. She'll use the corner of the couch as a scratching post, but only if I'm in the room, even though I've moved the scratching post to the living room. Last night, she was determined to play with the cords on the venetian blinds in the kitchen. I very carefully tucked them behind the slats. Did that stop her? Not at all. She worked her way under the blind and proceeded to climb the window screen. It makes me think that we need to get another cat to keep her amused, but I'm afraid we'll be plucking two cats off the screens and drapes.
Knitting Progress
I finished charting out the sleeve increases for the Christine sweater last weekend. I checked and double-checked my chart against the original. When I started knitting, however, the chart and the knitting didn't match. I counted and calculated. I stared at the chart and the knitting, perplexed. Then I ripped the sleeve out, again. I'm going to give it one more go, then I'm going to call in the reinforcements. This chart has me totally flummoxed. I finally figured out there is a total of five edge stitches and the pattern is a 10-stitch repeat. But the number of stitches on the needles doesn't work out to a multiple of 10 plus 5. Grrrr!
The Jenna sweater is slowly growing and I'm feeling optimistic that I'll be able to finish this sweater before Jenna graduates from college. I've completed 68 rows, which is one row short of three and a half repeats and the back now measures about 7-1/2 inches. The pattern has finally etched itself into my brain, which should make the knitting go faster.
The Divine scarf is also coming along quite nicely. I've worked out the problems with the transition from the border to the main stitch pattern. Going down a needle size also helped improve how the scarf looks. This project will be my lunchtime knitting project, assuming that I get around to actually taking a lunch at work.
I haven't quite worked up the nerve to bring my knitting to meetings at work yet, although I do knit if I'm on a conference call in my office. I've started a knitting group at work. There are four women who are interested in knitting and we'll be meeting every Friday. Unfortunately, only one person was able to attend yesterday, so it's getting off to slow start, despite everyone's enthusiasm.
Tomorrow I head to Old Town Alexandria to attend a class on Swedish twined knitting at Springwater Fiber Workshop. I have a suspicion it's going to be a bit challenging. I'm also afraid that I'm going to forget to go or take the supplies (flashback to the nightmares about showing up for class totally unprepared for the final exam). I need to stash dive sometime today to see if I've got the appropriate yarn. I've got the needles, so no worries there. Springwater is relatively close to Knit Happens. If there's time after class and if it's within walking distance, I'll wander over. I've heard nothing but good things about the store and all the yummy yarns they carry. Of course, Springwater also has yarns and such for sale, so the temptation will be great!
Emma says "I don't care about any of that. Just throw the mouse again!"
Buddha,on the other hand, is perfectly happy no matter what the weather:
I'll spend the remainder of the morning trying to get the house clean. Every weekend, I've got the same list of tasks I want to accomplish and every weekend, I find reasons to put them off. Now that we've got another cat, the amount of dust, fur, and other detritus has increased. She has a propensity for disemboweling her toys and there are little mouse chunks scattered about.
Emma is definitely challenging. Mostly she's well-behaved, although active, but sometimes she just gets it in her head to do things she's not supposed to do. She'll use the corner of the couch as a scratching post, but only if I'm in the room, even though I've moved the scratching post to the living room. Last night, she was determined to play with the cords on the venetian blinds in the kitchen. I very carefully tucked them behind the slats. Did that stop her? Not at all. She worked her way under the blind and proceeded to climb the window screen. It makes me think that we need to get another cat to keep her amused, but I'm afraid we'll be plucking two cats off the screens and drapes.
Knitting Progress
I finished charting out the sleeve increases for the Christine sweater last weekend. I checked and double-checked my chart against the original. When I started knitting, however, the chart and the knitting didn't match. I counted and calculated. I stared at the chart and the knitting, perplexed. Then I ripped the sleeve out, again. I'm going to give it one more go, then I'm going to call in the reinforcements. This chart has me totally flummoxed. I finally figured out there is a total of five edge stitches and the pattern is a 10-stitch repeat. But the number of stitches on the needles doesn't work out to a multiple of 10 plus 5. Grrrr!
The Jenna sweater is slowly growing and I'm feeling optimistic that I'll be able to finish this sweater before Jenna graduates from college. I've completed 68 rows, which is one row short of three and a half repeats and the back now measures about 7-1/2 inches. The pattern has finally etched itself into my brain, which should make the knitting go faster.
The Divine scarf is also coming along quite nicely. I've worked out the problems with the transition from the border to the main stitch pattern. Going down a needle size also helped improve how the scarf looks. This project will be my lunchtime knitting project, assuming that I get around to actually taking a lunch at work.
I haven't quite worked up the nerve to bring my knitting to meetings at work yet, although I do knit if I'm on a conference call in my office. I've started a knitting group at work. There are four women who are interested in knitting and we'll be meeting every Friday. Unfortunately, only one person was able to attend yesterday, so it's getting off to slow start, despite everyone's enthusiasm.
Tomorrow I head to Old Town Alexandria to attend a class on Swedish twined knitting at Springwater Fiber Workshop. I have a suspicion it's going to be a bit challenging. I'm also afraid that I'm going to forget to go or take the supplies (flashback to the nightmares about showing up for class totally unprepared for the final exam). I need to stash dive sometime today to see if I've got the appropriate yarn. I've got the needles, so no worries there. Springwater is relatively close to Knit Happens. If there's time after class and if it's within walking distance, I'll wander over. I've heard nothing but good things about the store and all the yummy yarns they carry. Of course, Springwater also has yarns and such for sale, so the temptation will be great!
Emma says "I don't care about any of that. Just throw the mouse again!"
Sunday, January 21, 2007
It's Coming From the South
Sunday sky:
It looks like a snow sky! And indeed, the National Weather Service is calling for a bit of the white stuff today, mostly after 4 p.m. Unfortunately, the accumulation is supposed to be less than an inch. And they're calling for a mixture of snow and freezing rain tonight. However, the low pressure cell is coming from that south and historically, that means big snow. Sometimes, however, the big snow is farther east than Leesburg. So, it's time to put on my snowflake earrings and do the snow dance and hope for way more than an measly inch of snow. At this point, however, any snow will do.
There's also a chance of snow (or rain) on Wednesday night and Thursday. Woohoo! To the snow, I say "Bring it on!"
Progress!
I've completed another half repeat on the Jenna sweater, for a grand total of 50 rows and 5.75 inches (out of 12.75). It's slow going, but the knitting is beginning to flow. Emma was mostly good this morning and I had Tom to help keep her away from the plants. And she even sat on my lap for a little bit and didn't seem to be too interested in the knitting. And that's a very good thing!
After much contemplation, I decided that it's probably not a good idea to start that sexy little lace number, no matter how much I want to. Just check out the WIPs and the UFOs section in the sidebar. Bad news. I really should start working on finishing some of my current projects, don't you think?
Victorian Lace Today should arrive tomorrow and the temptation to cast on for a shawl is going to be immense. Must...complete...current...WIPs...
Something Yummy
The other night as I was digging around in the refrigerator trying to figure out what to fix for dinner, I came upon a container of mascarpone cheese. Hmmm...better use it before it goes bad, but what to do? A flash of inspiration...add it to spinach! Here's a recipe for a very quick and tasty creamed spinach:
1 10-oz. package frozen spinach
1/2 onion, chopped
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 Tbsp. olive oil
1-2 Tbsp. mascarpone cheese
Salt and pepper to taste
Put the frozen spinach in a pan over medium heat. While the spinach is cooking, heat the olive oil in a small saute pan. When the oil is hot, add the onion and garlic and cook until the onion is soft. By this time, the spinach should be thawed and most of the water evaporated. Add the spinach to the onion and garlic mixture and cook until all of the water has cooked off, stirring frequently. Add the mascarpone cheese, and salt and pepper to taste. Serve immediately. This recipe serves two.
A Milestone
Early Friday morning, I became a great-aunt. Tom's nephew Martin and his girlfriend Veronica had a little baby girl, Sylvie Elizabeth. Mother, father, and baby are doing fine.
What's that, you say? What did I knit the wee one? Nothing...yet. I couldn't stand the thought of making another baby blanket, so I think some booties and a knitted stuffed animal are in order.
Truth be told, though, the idea of being a great-aunt is a bit troubling. That means the nieces and nephews are growing up. And that means I'm getting older. Well, duh, no kidding. But in my mind's eye, I still picture the kids as...well...kids, not young adults and certainly not young adults old enough to be having children of their own.
This could be the beginning of a mid-life crisis. Maybe I should start knitting that sexy little lace number after all!
Afternoon Update
Hahahaha! It's SNOWING! The snow started around 12:30 with eensy-teensy flakes (always a good sign). It's been snowing steadily for a couple of hours now and the snow is beginning to cover the grass. I'm so excited! The snowflake earrings worked!
There's something about a snowy day that makes me want to stay inside and bake. Bread, cookies, cakes...it doesn't really matter. Alas, I did my baking yesterday, turning out some lemon biscotti (delicious) and Amish Friendship Bread (a bit rubbery, according to Tom). I'm out of flour, too, so there's no baking this afternoon. But there will be soup-making, as soon as Tom goes to the store to get ingredients.
I think everyone should take a holiday when it snows. You know, suspend the usual house chores and going to work. Slow down, and appreciate the peace and beauty of the snow. Revel in the silence. There's nothing better than waking up after a snowfall and all the normal sounds are muffled.
I love it!
It looks like a snow sky! And indeed, the National Weather Service is calling for a bit of the white stuff today, mostly after 4 p.m. Unfortunately, the accumulation is supposed to be less than an inch. And they're calling for a mixture of snow and freezing rain tonight. However, the low pressure cell is coming from that south and historically, that means big snow. Sometimes, however, the big snow is farther east than Leesburg. So, it's time to put on my snowflake earrings and do the snow dance and hope for way more than an measly inch of snow. At this point, however, any snow will do.
There's also a chance of snow (or rain) on Wednesday night and Thursday. Woohoo! To the snow, I say "Bring it on!"
Progress!
I've completed another half repeat on the Jenna sweater, for a grand total of 50 rows and 5.75 inches (out of 12.75). It's slow going, but the knitting is beginning to flow. Emma was mostly good this morning and I had Tom to help keep her away from the plants. And she even sat on my lap for a little bit and didn't seem to be too interested in the knitting. And that's a very good thing!
After much contemplation, I decided that it's probably not a good idea to start that sexy little lace number, no matter how much I want to. Just check out the WIPs and the UFOs section in the sidebar. Bad news. I really should start working on finishing some of my current projects, don't you think?
Victorian Lace Today should arrive tomorrow and the temptation to cast on for a shawl is going to be immense. Must...complete...current...WIPs...
Something Yummy
The other night as I was digging around in the refrigerator trying to figure out what to fix for dinner, I came upon a container of mascarpone cheese. Hmmm...better use it before it goes bad, but what to do? A flash of inspiration...add it to spinach! Here's a recipe for a very quick and tasty creamed spinach:
1 10-oz. package frozen spinach
1/2 onion, chopped
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 Tbsp. olive oil
1-2 Tbsp. mascarpone cheese
Salt and pepper to taste
Put the frozen spinach in a pan over medium heat. While the spinach is cooking, heat the olive oil in a small saute pan. When the oil is hot, add the onion and garlic and cook until the onion is soft. By this time, the spinach should be thawed and most of the water evaporated. Add the spinach to the onion and garlic mixture and cook until all of the water has cooked off, stirring frequently. Add the mascarpone cheese, and salt and pepper to taste. Serve immediately. This recipe serves two.
A Milestone
Early Friday morning, I became a great-aunt. Tom's nephew Martin and his girlfriend Veronica had a little baby girl, Sylvie Elizabeth. Mother, father, and baby are doing fine.
What's that, you say? What did I knit the wee one? Nothing...yet. I couldn't stand the thought of making another baby blanket, so I think some booties and a knitted stuffed animal are in order.
Truth be told, though, the idea of being a great-aunt is a bit troubling. That means the nieces and nephews are growing up. And that means I'm getting older. Well, duh, no kidding. But in my mind's eye, I still picture the kids as...well...kids, not young adults and certainly not young adults old enough to be having children of their own.
This could be the beginning of a mid-life crisis. Maybe I should start knitting that sexy little lace number after all!
Afternoon Update
Hahahaha! It's SNOWING! The snow started around 12:30 with eensy-teensy flakes (always a good sign). It's been snowing steadily for a couple of hours now and the snow is beginning to cover the grass. I'm so excited! The snowflake earrings worked!
There's something about a snowy day that makes me want to stay inside and bake. Bread, cookies, cakes...it doesn't really matter. Alas, I did my baking yesterday, turning out some lemon biscotti (delicious) and Amish Friendship Bread (a bit rubbery, according to Tom). I'm out of flour, too, so there's no baking this afternoon. But there will be soup-making, as soon as Tom goes to the store to get ingredients.
I think everyone should take a holiday when it snows. You know, suspend the usual house chores and going to work. Slow down, and appreciate the peace and beauty of the snow. Revel in the silence. There's nothing better than waking up after a snowfall and all the normal sounds are muffled.
I love it!
Saturday, January 20, 2007
A Cozy Place
I'm slowly making progress on the Jenna sweater, thanks to early morning knitting sessions. I've completed two entire pattern repeats for a grand total of 40 rows! My progress is nothing if not snail-like. But it is progress.
I've come to cherish my early morning knitting sessions. The house is quiet and the bustle of the day hasn't begun. I get up between 5:30 and 6:00, feed Emma, then light a fire. I take up position in my favorite chair, pull out my knitting and knit a couple of stitches.
Then:
"Emma, no! Don't scratch the furniture!"
I knit a couple of more stitches.
"Emma, no! Don't eat the Christmas cactus!"
This last admonition is usually accompanied by me getting up and forcibly removing Emma from the radiator (which is where the plant lives). This routine continues for about an hour or so, during which I might be able to complete two rows, four if I'm lucky.
Emma's personality if very different from Jezebel's. Jez was a Buddha-cat, very contemplative and calm. Emma is...well...busy. She's still a kitten and that accounts for part of it. But she's much more mischievous than Jez was and is interested in the house plants, the drapes, the food on your plate... She likes to be held, but needs to be draped over an arm, which impedes knitting. I did manage to get her to sit in my lap for a bit this morning and that was promising. Despite the frustration, she's still a sweet little cat.
Other Knitting News
I've made no progress at all on the Christine sweater. I started to chart the increases, but it was late last night and I realized that it just wasn't going to work. For one, the graph paper squares are too big. For another, I had a headache. I'm hoping that I'll find some time to work out the increases this weekend.
And that sexy little lace number? I haven't started it. I did order Victorian Lace Today. I've heard nothing but good things about this book and can't wait for it to arrive. And then maybe I'll start that sexy little lace number.
The extra yarn for Tom's scarf arrived. I worked out the modifications and cast on during lunch yesterday. The seed stitch border was looking good, so I moved on to the pattern rows. Row 1: Perfect! Row 2: Excellent! Row 3:Looking good! Oops...In my rush to get started, I neglected to calculate how many stitches I needed and didn't cast on enough. So it's back to Frog Pond.
There's one more bit of news on the knitting front. Springwater Fiber Workshop, located in Alexandria, regularly holds classes for all types of fiber arts. They also have a visiting artist program and I was very excited to see that Beth Brown Reinsel is teaching this month. I promptly registered for her Swedish twined knitting (tvåändsstickning) class. We'll be making a sock. It should be a very interesting and challenging class.
Weekend Activities
The original plan for today was to go for an early morning run. But low temperatures combined with a fierce wind (and the persistence of yesterday's headache) put an end to that idea. I'll be focused on the domestic arts today, cooking some individual pot pies and biscotti for my mother-in-law, and cleaning house. Tomorrow we'll deliver the food to my mother-in-law. Every year for Christmas we make her a variety of soups, stews, and pot pies so she gets some home-cooked meals. She hates to cook and lives off of frozen dinners.
And of course, there will be some knitting. And if the stars align properly, there might be some spinning as well.
I've come to cherish my early morning knitting sessions. The house is quiet and the bustle of the day hasn't begun. I get up between 5:30 and 6:00, feed Emma, then light a fire. I take up position in my favorite chair, pull out my knitting and knit a couple of stitches.
Then:
"Emma, no! Don't scratch the furniture!"
I knit a couple of more stitches.
"Emma, no! Don't eat the Christmas cactus!"
This last admonition is usually accompanied by me getting up and forcibly removing Emma from the radiator (which is where the plant lives). This routine continues for about an hour or so, during which I might be able to complete two rows, four if I'm lucky.
Emma's personality if very different from Jezebel's. Jez was a Buddha-cat, very contemplative and calm. Emma is...well...busy. She's still a kitten and that accounts for part of it. But she's much more mischievous than Jez was and is interested in the house plants, the drapes, the food on your plate... She likes to be held, but needs to be draped over an arm, which impedes knitting. I did manage to get her to sit in my lap for a bit this morning and that was promising. Despite the frustration, she's still a sweet little cat.
Other Knitting News
I've made no progress at all on the Christine sweater. I started to chart the increases, but it was late last night and I realized that it just wasn't going to work. For one, the graph paper squares are too big. For another, I had a headache. I'm hoping that I'll find some time to work out the increases this weekend.
And that sexy little lace number? I haven't started it. I did order Victorian Lace Today. I've heard nothing but good things about this book and can't wait for it to arrive. And then maybe I'll start that sexy little lace number.
The extra yarn for Tom's scarf arrived. I worked out the modifications and cast on during lunch yesterday. The seed stitch border was looking good, so I moved on to the pattern rows. Row 1: Perfect! Row 2: Excellent! Row 3:
There's one more bit of news on the knitting front. Springwater Fiber Workshop, located in Alexandria, regularly holds classes for all types of fiber arts. They also have a visiting artist program and I was very excited to see that Beth Brown Reinsel is teaching this month. I promptly registered for her Swedish twined knitting (tvåändsstickning) class. We'll be making a sock. It should be a very interesting and challenging class.
Weekend Activities
The original plan for today was to go for an early morning run. But low temperatures combined with a fierce wind (and the persistence of yesterday's headache) put an end to that idea. I'll be focused on the domestic arts today, cooking some individual pot pies and biscotti for my mother-in-law, and cleaning house. Tomorrow we'll deliver the food to my mother-in-law. Every year for Christmas we make her a variety of soups, stews, and pot pies so she gets some home-cooked meals. She hates to cook and lives off of frozen dinners.
And of course, there will be some knitting. And if the stars align properly, there might be some spinning as well.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Farewell, Sweet Scarf...
I hardly knew thee.
Even though I enjoyed knitting this scarf with this stitch pattern, there are some things that are dreadfully wrong with it. First and foremost, it's only a mere 30 inches long, which far too short for Tom. It's barely long enough for me. I also had some difficulty following the stitch pattern and realized the mistakes only after knitting far too much to rip back (or so I though at the time). So I did what anylazy enterprising knitter would do and incorporated the mistakes as design elements. This would have worked swimmingly, had it not been for the fact that the scarf was way too short. The scarf is destined for Frog Pond and a reknit and probably a slight redesign (decreasing the width and improving the transitions from seed stitch to stockinette).
I'm pleased with the way the Jenna sweater is coming along.
The only part of the pattern that makes me want to run from the room screaming is the bobble motif. And it's not the bobble making that drives me crazy. It's the working the CR2L and CR2R on both the right side and the wrong side. It really slows things down. But I'm persevering and have completed almost half of the second repeat.
I made no progress on the Christine sweater yesterday. The sleeve remains where I left it, waiting for an increase in pattern.
I stare at the sleeve, I stare at the chart, I ponder my options. I'm coming to the conclusion that I'm going to have to sit down with graph paper and chart out the increases. While I'm sure that I'll learn a lot from that exercise, there's a very good possibility that I'll copy the chart wrong, no matter how many times I check it. The goal of having the sleeve completed by the first weekend in February seems unattainable.
Did I start a new project yesterday? Nope. Did I spin yesterday? Nope. Did I work on the business plan yesterday? Nope.
I did, however, finalize the plans for my parents' 50th wedding anniversary celebration. That took a fair amount of time, but other than planning the food, it's mostly complete.
After a hopefully brief excursion to the grocery store and a quick housecleaning, I plan to be able to make more progress on the knitting front. And perhaps, just to fulfill yesterday's horoscope, I'll cast on a new project. That sexy little lace number, perhaps. Like I really need another complicated knitting project.
Someone shoot me now.
Even though I enjoyed knitting this scarf with this stitch pattern, there are some things that are dreadfully wrong with it. First and foremost, it's only a mere 30 inches long, which far too short for Tom. It's barely long enough for me. I also had some difficulty following the stitch pattern and realized the mistakes only after knitting far too much to rip back (or so I though at the time). So I did what any
I'm pleased with the way the Jenna sweater is coming along.
The only part of the pattern that makes me want to run from the room screaming is the bobble motif. And it's not the bobble making that drives me crazy. It's the working the CR2L and CR2R on both the right side and the wrong side. It really slows things down. But I'm persevering and have completed almost half of the second repeat.
I made no progress on the Christine sweater yesterday. The sleeve remains where I left it, waiting for an increase in pattern.
I stare at the sleeve, I stare at the chart, I ponder my options. I'm coming to the conclusion that I'm going to have to sit down with graph paper and chart out the increases. While I'm sure that I'll learn a lot from that exercise, there's a very good possibility that I'll copy the chart wrong, no matter how many times I check it. The goal of having the sleeve completed by the first weekend in February seems unattainable.
Did I start a new project yesterday? Nope. Did I spin yesterday? Nope. Did I work on the business plan yesterday? Nope.
I did, however, finalize the plans for my parents' 50th wedding anniversary celebration. That took a fair amount of time, but other than planning the food, it's mostly complete.
After a hopefully brief excursion to the grocery store and a quick housecleaning, I plan to be able to make more progress on the knitting front. And perhaps, just to fulfill yesterday's horoscope, I'll cast on a new project. That sexy little lace number, perhaps. Like I really need another complicated knitting project.
Someone shoot me now.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Kitty Antics
So, here I sit, trying to decide what the heck to write about today. The sad state of this nation's political affairs? Global warming (it is awfully warm for January), my inability to finish knitting projects?
How about kitty stories?!
Emma is now about six months old and is developing quite the personality. She loves to play fetch and will bring back her toys to me after I throw them. This provides hours of fun and distracts me from getting to the job at hand, like writing the business plan for the yarn shop or knitting the Fair Isle sleeve from hell. She also loves carrying her little mice around and if I'm cooking, she'll drop a mouse right on my foot, indicating that she wants to play. She also loves putting her mice in in things, like the trashcan, and will very carefully place them there. Then she'll walk away, only to return a few minutes later to root around in the trashcan to perform a mouse extraction. And then there's the variation of "drop the mouse on the foot," which involves her sneaking up on me as I'm working at the computer and climbing my back to deposit the mouse on my shoulder. While this game is endearing, it's not going to be so much fun when she's fully grown.
We're thinking she needs another cat. I think a trip to the shelter is in my future.
Of Dearly Departed Irons
On Monday, Sheepish Annie very eloquently wrote about the demise of her beloved ancient iron, which had been with her since her college days. A couple of days later, I plugged in my iron, and after the requisite number of minutes had elapsed for preheating, I commenced ironing. After a few passes with the iron, I realized something was amiss. I felt the fabric; it was hot. But the iron was not gliding like it should have. I checked the soleplate; it wasn't gunked up with melted fabric. I kept ironing but the job became harder and harder. It was then it hit me. My iron was dead!Hallelujah! Drat! Now I'm forced to get a new iron, maybe this one. Visions of effortless ironing and steam beyond compare danced through my head. So what if it's expensive? Quality and effortless ironing (and blocking!) are worth it! Then a little voice in my head whispered "Maybe you should try plugging the iron into another outlet." I did, and lo and behold, the iron worked. It was the outlet (which is 100 years old) that died. Oh well...I hope our house doesn't burn down now.
Knitting Update
Have I distracted you from the lack of knitting? Before I started writing this morning, I pulled out the camera to take pictures, but alas, the batteries were dead. They are charging even as I type. So, pictures tomorrow.
I successfully completed two rows on the Fair Isle sleeve from hell. The next row is an increase row, within the Fair Isle pattern. So that stopped me dead. Now I have to figure out how to maintain the pattern over increases. Someone shoot me now, okay?
Fortunately, I seem to have gotten into the flow on the Jenna sweater and other than it being fiddly, the knitting is progressing more quickly now. If I look at it as groups of 20 to 40 rows, it's not nearly as overwhelming as the total number of rows. But it's still going to take a long time.
And that why I chuckled with glee to read my horoscope for today:
Finishing up all your errands isn't important today -- starting new projects is.
Hee hee! I have official permission to start another project andignore temporarily set aside my existing projects. What shall I start? A sexy little lace number? Another pair of socks? A new roving for spinning?
Tune in tomorrow to find out!
How about kitty stories?!
Emma is now about six months old and is developing quite the personality. She loves to play fetch and will bring back her toys to me after I throw them. This provides hours of fun and distracts me from getting to the job at hand, like writing the business plan for the yarn shop or knitting the Fair Isle sleeve from hell. She also loves carrying her little mice around and if I'm cooking, she'll drop a mouse right on my foot, indicating that she wants to play. She also loves putting her mice in in things, like the trashcan, and will very carefully place them there. Then she'll walk away, only to return a few minutes later to root around in the trashcan to perform a mouse extraction. And then there's the variation of "drop the mouse on the foot," which involves her sneaking up on me as I'm working at the computer and climbing my back to deposit the mouse on my shoulder. While this game is endearing, it's not going to be so much fun when she's fully grown.
We're thinking she needs another cat. I think a trip to the shelter is in my future.
Of Dearly Departed Irons
On Monday, Sheepish Annie very eloquently wrote about the demise of her beloved ancient iron, which had been with her since her college days. A couple of days later, I plugged in my iron, and after the requisite number of minutes had elapsed for preheating, I commenced ironing. After a few passes with the iron, I realized something was amiss. I felt the fabric; it was hot. But the iron was not gliding like it should have. I checked the soleplate; it wasn't gunked up with melted fabric. I kept ironing but the job became harder and harder. It was then it hit me. My iron was dead!
Knitting Update
Have I distracted you from the lack of knitting? Before I started writing this morning, I pulled out the camera to take pictures, but alas, the batteries were dead. They are charging even as I type. So, pictures tomorrow.
I successfully completed two rows on the Fair Isle sleeve from hell. The next row is an increase row, within the Fair Isle pattern. So that stopped me dead. Now I have to figure out how to maintain the pattern over increases. Someone shoot me now, okay?
Fortunately, I seem to have gotten into the flow on the Jenna sweater and other than it being fiddly, the knitting is progressing more quickly now. If I look at it as groups of 20 to 40 rows, it's not nearly as overwhelming as the total number of rows. But it's still going to take a long time.
And that why I chuckled with glee to read my horoscope for today:
Finishing up all your errands isn't important today -- starting new projects is.
Hee hee! I have official permission to start another project and
Tune in tomorrow to find out!
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Thank Goodness I Had My Knitting
Only in a theoretical sense. I wasn't there. But if I was there, I would have been prepared. I'm very, very glad I wasn't there.
To what am I referring?
Denver, of course. And Stephanie's account of her and her brother's trip out to Big Sky, Montana, the day the really big blizzard hit Denver. Sadly, Stephanie is not a knitter. She missed some prime knitting time. I wonder how many people out of 5000 were observed calmly (or frantically) knitting in the midst of all the chaos that was the Denver Airport the Wednesday before Christmas?
Anyway, as predicted on Monday, there hasn't been much knitting. I'm still recovering from the cold and have moved into the guest room. As a result, I'm sleeping so much better. Even Emma is sleeping better; she didn't petition to be fed until almost 7:00 this morning! She normally wants to be fed a little before 5:00. That's much too early, but it does force me to do some early morning knitting.
I actually sat down this evening to work on the Christine sweater and am cursing every stitch. I managed to knit one row and have it come out correctly. The next row was a wrong side row. I knit a couple of stitches and noticed that the floats are on the right side. What?! I was carrying the yarn in the back! Duh. I unknit, and tried again. It still looked weird. I ripped it out again and start knitting one more time. I'm knitting. I should be purling! And how many years have I been knitting? Apparently not long enough.
My goal is to finish a sleeve of the Christine sweater by the first weekend in February, which is the next time I'll be visiting my family. At this rate, though, I'll be lucky if I get another couple rows knitted by then. I'm beginning to think that there's something very unnatural about knitting Fair Isle flat.
To what am I referring?
Denver, of course. And Stephanie's account of her and her brother's trip out to Big Sky, Montana, the day the really big blizzard hit Denver. Sadly, Stephanie is not a knitter. She missed some prime knitting time. I wonder how many people out of 5000 were observed calmly (or frantically) knitting in the midst of all the chaos that was the Denver Airport the Wednesday before Christmas?
Anyway, as predicted on Monday, there hasn't been much knitting. I'm still recovering from the cold and have moved into the guest room. As a result, I'm sleeping so much better. Even Emma is sleeping better; she didn't petition to be fed until almost 7:00 this morning! She normally wants to be fed a little before 5:00. That's much too early, but it does force me to do some early morning knitting.
I actually sat down this evening to work on the Christine sweater and am cursing every stitch. I managed to knit one row and have it come out correctly. The next row was a wrong side row. I knit a couple of stitches and noticed that the floats are on the right side. What?! I was carrying the yarn in the back! Duh. I unknit, and tried again. It still looked weird. I ripped it out again and start knitting one more time. I'm knitting. I should be purling! And how many years have I been knitting? Apparently not long enough.
My goal is to finish a sleeve of the Christine sweater by the first weekend in February, which is the next time I'll be visiting my family. At this rate, though, I'll be lucky if I get another couple rows knitted by then. I'm beginning to think that there's something very unnatural about knitting Fair Isle flat.
Monday, January 08, 2007
Almost There
I decided to stay home from work today, given that the day started with me hacking up a lung or two (I really didn't want my coworkers to have to endure that). This would give me the perfect opportunity to get some more rest, get caught up on some reading, and perhaps get caught up on some spinning and knitting as well, between a couple of well-placed naps.
I did get caught up on some blog reading. I finished Tom's scarf, only to realize that it was too short for me and would be way too short for him. I should have gotten three balls of Divine, not two. I'm not even sure that I like the way it looks. Depending on the availability of another skein or two of the same dyelot, I might just frog it and start over.
Given the weather, it's not like Tom's going to need it anytime soon.
I also spent a fair part of the day doing work stuff, calling in to meetings and reviewing documentation, all of which took longer than I thought. Given my congestion-fogged state of mind, it was really difficult to concentrate on all of the meetings.
So much for the well-placed naps.
But another day at home was just was I needed. By the time the afternoon rolled around, I was feeling much better, the congestion diminished, and both lungs stayed put. However, word has it that one or more stomach viruses are making their way around work. I'm hoping beyond hope that they stay away from me!
So, tomorrow will be back to normal and my blogging will drop precipitously again. The plan will be to have pictures for the weekend's post.
A bientot!
I did get caught up on some blog reading. I finished Tom's scarf, only to realize that it was too short for me and would be way too short for him. I should have gotten three balls of Divine, not two. I'm not even sure that I like the way it looks. Depending on the availability of another skein or two of the same dyelot, I might just frog it and start over.
Given the weather, it's not like Tom's going to need it anytime soon.
I also spent a fair part of the day doing work stuff, calling in to meetings and reviewing documentation, all of which took longer than I thought. Given my congestion-fogged state of mind, it was really difficult to concentrate on all of the meetings.
So much for the well-placed naps.
But another day at home was just was I needed. By the time the afternoon rolled around, I was feeling much better, the congestion diminished, and both lungs stayed put. However, word has it that one or more stomach viruses are making their way around work. I'm hoping beyond hope that they stay away from me!
So, tomorrow will be back to normal and my blogging will drop precipitously again. The plan will be to have pictures for the weekend's post.
A bientot!
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Retribution
I was feeling a bit smug about having dodged all the plagues that were dropping folks like flies last winter. I got nary a cold. My immune system rocks!
I'm not feeling so smug now. On Wednesday, I had a little bit of a headache and just a hint of scratchy throat. So I started the megadoses of Vitamin C, l-lysine, and zinc. I took the precaution of working from home Thursday and Friday so as to not infect my team. Thursday was a little worse than Wednesday and by the time Friday night came along, I was feeling a bit rough. That was nothing compared to Saturday.
I woke up Saturday with sinuses that felt like they were filled full of yucky stuff, my teeth hurt, I was cold and hot, and had a 100 degree fever. My throat still hurt and I was much more congested. This state of health was quite inconvenient because my nephew came up to visit for the weekend. I had visions of us touring Oatlands Plantation, the new Air and Space Museum and participating in witty and engaging conversation. I was lucky enough to be able to drag myself out of bed, make pancakes for Daniel, then head to the farmers market to get some of Chef Eloy's extra hot salsa for Tom. After we got back, Daniel and I laid in the sun on the deck and took a nap. Given that the temperature yesterday was 73 degrees, how could I not pass up the opportunity to make like a very large, somnolent cat? Later we had lunch and then spent the afternoon and evening watching football games.
I felt much better today, but Daniel had to leave to head down to college. Oh, well...
Knitting Progress
I actually did get some knitting done. I knit another two rows on the Jenna sweater and worked on Tom's scarf. However, I need to rip what I did since I forgot about the seed stitch border. Duh...friends (or husbands) shouldn't let friends (or wives) knit while sick.
Hopefully, I'll be able to show you some pictures later this week. Or at the very latest, over the weekend.
Stay healthy!
I'm not feeling so smug now. On Wednesday, I had a little bit of a headache and just a hint of scratchy throat. So I started the megadoses of Vitamin C, l-lysine, and zinc. I took the precaution of working from home Thursday and Friday so as to not infect my team. Thursday was a little worse than Wednesday and by the time Friday night came along, I was feeling a bit rough. That was nothing compared to Saturday.
I woke up Saturday with sinuses that felt like they were filled full of yucky stuff, my teeth hurt, I was cold and hot, and had a 100 degree fever. My throat still hurt and I was much more congested. This state of health was quite inconvenient because my nephew came up to visit for the weekend. I had visions of us touring Oatlands Plantation, the new Air and Space Museum and participating in witty and engaging conversation. I was lucky enough to be able to drag myself out of bed, make pancakes for Daniel, then head to the farmers market to get some of Chef Eloy's extra hot salsa for Tom. After we got back, Daniel and I laid in the sun on the deck and took a nap. Given that the temperature yesterday was 73 degrees, how could I not pass up the opportunity to make like a very large, somnolent cat? Later we had lunch and then spent the afternoon and evening watching football games.
I felt much better today, but Daniel had to leave to head down to college. Oh, well...
Knitting Progress
I actually did get some knitting done. I knit another two rows on the Jenna sweater and worked on Tom's scarf. However, I need to rip what I did since I forgot about the seed stitch border. Duh...friends (or husbands) shouldn't let friends (or wives) knit while sick.
Hopefully, I'll be able to show you some pictures later this week. Or at the very latest, over the weekend.
Stay healthy!
Friday, January 05, 2007
Resolutions Are Made To Be Broken
One of my New Year's resolutions was to blog more frequently and provide more pictures. In order to provide more pictures, that means I'd have to get my knit on more than I have.
I'm failing miserably.
I've almost finished one pattern repeat for the back of the Jenna sweater. That's a mere 20 rows. The back is supposed to measure about 16 inches. 20 rows is a measly two inches. At the rate of two to three rows per hour, I figure that I've got another 50 hours or so before the back is completed. Of course, my knitting speed will increase after we take down the Christmas tree because I won't be distracting Emma from chewing on the lights or swatting at the ornaments.
Tom's scarf is coming along quite nicely. I'm using Skacel's Divine, which is named appropriately. This yarn is a blend of baby alpaca, cashmere, and silk. Yum! The only problem is the winter weather, or lack thereof. Tomorrow is supposed to be in the 70s! I have a suspicion that the scarf won't get worn this year.
All sock knitting has ceased in order to complete the sweaters and scarf. And two of my Christmas gifts are trying their utmost to distract me. Tom gave me Knitting Vintage Socks: New Twists on Classic Patterns. It's a fascinating book and the sock patterns are all lovely and most are knit on small needles, mostly size 1. Sadly, knitting socks from that book will have to wait until my other socks are complete.
The other knitting book that Tom gave me is Traditional Fair Isle Knitting. This book is a bit scholarly, but is very readable. It would have been nice if there were more color photos but it is what it is. It's still inspiring. I didn't know that traditional Fair Isle was always knit in the round. It makes perfect sense, though, because you can see the pattern develop. Flat stranded knitting is oh so painful!
Weekend Activities
Sadly, there won't be much knitting this weekend. My nephew will be visiting, which more than makes up for the lack of knitting. He turned 21 yesterday and is an amazing young man. He's studying biology at Virginia Tech and his GPA last semester was 3.97. His class load included organic chemistry, cell and molecular biology, and physics. I've never made it through a Chem 101 class. I'm very, very proud of him.
Have a wonderful weekend! Knit on, friends.
I'm failing miserably.
I've almost finished one pattern repeat for the back of the Jenna sweater. That's a mere 20 rows. The back is supposed to measure about 16 inches. 20 rows is a measly two inches. At the rate of two to three rows per hour, I figure that I've got another 50 hours or so before the back is completed. Of course, my knitting speed will increase after we take down the Christmas tree because I won't be distracting Emma from chewing on the lights or swatting at the ornaments.
Tom's scarf is coming along quite nicely. I'm using Skacel's Divine, which is named appropriately. This yarn is a blend of baby alpaca, cashmere, and silk. Yum! The only problem is the winter weather, or lack thereof. Tomorrow is supposed to be in the 70s! I have a suspicion that the scarf won't get worn this year.
All sock knitting has ceased in order to complete the sweaters and scarf. And two of my Christmas gifts are trying their utmost to distract me. Tom gave me Knitting Vintage Socks: New Twists on Classic Patterns. It's a fascinating book and the sock patterns are all lovely and most are knit on small needles, mostly size 1. Sadly, knitting socks from that book will have to wait until my other socks are complete.
The other knitting book that Tom gave me is Traditional Fair Isle Knitting. This book is a bit scholarly, but is very readable. It would have been nice if there were more color photos but it is what it is. It's still inspiring. I didn't know that traditional Fair Isle was always knit in the round. It makes perfect sense, though, because you can see the pattern develop. Flat stranded knitting is oh so painful!
Weekend Activities
Sadly, there won't be much knitting this weekend. My nephew will be visiting, which more than makes up for the lack of knitting. He turned 21 yesterday and is an amazing young man. He's studying biology at Virginia Tech and his GPA last semester was 3.97. His class load included organic chemistry, cell and molecular biology, and physics. I've never made it through a Chem 101 class. I'm very, very proud of him.
Have a wonderful weekend! Knit on, friends.
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Long Time, No Blog
Well, it seems that I fell off the face of the Earth in December. Even though December happens every year, I always am caught unawares by it. For some reason, this December was worse than Decembers past.
The Christmas shopping didn't commence until the week before Christmas; I did most of the Saturday before. There was Christmas knitting and Christmas knitting that was started way back in May. Was it completed in time? Nope. I did, however, finish a sleeve and I took that down to my parents' for Christmas. My little niece (age four) was entranced: "Look, it's my sleeve!" Given that the girls are growing so fast and my progress on the sweaters is proceeding more slowly than a snail moves in the snow, I took measurements again to make sure that I didn't have to go up a size. I needn't have worried...Debbie Bliss sizes her garments so generously that I could probably get the both of them in one of the sweaters this time next year.
The other Christmas knitting was a scarf for Tom. This project was the early morning stealth knitting about two weeks before Christmas. I got up early Christmas morning, nicely arranged the scarf in a box (still on the needles and complete with the extra ball of yarn), wrapped it, and put it under the tree. Tom's reaction when he opened it: "I got a knitting project!" I was hoping that that would pique his interest in learning to knit, but no luck there.
Social obligations have also been a bit heavy this month, which took me unawares since December started with nary an invitation. By mid-month, we were pretty busy. And it looks like the partying is going to continue through mid-January. A New's Year Eve dinner party tonight, the nephew visiting next weekend, my company holiday party the following weekend, and the project holiday party that Wednesday. Sheesh! A serious diet and exercise program is going to be in order soon as the weight is creeping back on.
Emma is doing quite well and is quite the queen of the household. She has learned that the kitchen counters are an easy jump and it's been a challenge to keep her off. We've switched her to a raw food diet and she absolutely loves it. I'm not making it myself, but am using Aunt Jeni's Homemade 4 Life. To read more about a raw food diet for cats, click here. After losing Jezebel to cancer on Labor Day, I've decided to go with a natural and holistic approach to cat care. We're very fortunate to have a veterinarian in the area who does acupuncture and is in the process of becoming certified in veterinary homeopathy.
Another activity that is cutting into my blogging and knitting time is running. Tom has been running with the Loudoun Roadrunners on weekend mornings. In an attempt to get back into some semblance of shape (and see if my ITB problem has resolved itself), I'm joining them. At first, it was only on Sundays. Now it's both days. The runs through rural Loudoun County are gorgeous, not to mention challenging. The real time killer, though, is going for post-run coffee. By the time we get home and cleaned up, it's after noon. And I usually forget (gasp!) to take my knitting. Henceforth, my knitting will go with me on runs and I'll boldly knit in public, and proudly.
New Year's Resolutions? I'll reserve that topic for tomorrow's post. Suffice it to say that one of them will involve being a more frequent blogger!
May the New Year hold good health, happiness, prosperity, and lots of fibery goodness for you!
The Christmas shopping didn't commence until the week before Christmas; I did most of the Saturday before. There was Christmas knitting and Christmas knitting that was started way back in May. Was it completed in time? Nope. I did, however, finish a sleeve and I took that down to my parents' for Christmas. My little niece (age four) was entranced: "Look, it's my sleeve!" Given that the girls are growing so fast and my progress on the sweaters is proceeding more slowly than a snail moves in the snow, I took measurements again to make sure that I didn't have to go up a size. I needn't have worried...Debbie Bliss sizes her garments so generously that I could probably get the both of them in one of the sweaters this time next year.
The other Christmas knitting was a scarf for Tom. This project was the early morning stealth knitting about two weeks before Christmas. I got up early Christmas morning, nicely arranged the scarf in a box (still on the needles and complete with the extra ball of yarn), wrapped it, and put it under the tree. Tom's reaction when he opened it: "I got a knitting project!" I was hoping that that would pique his interest in learning to knit, but no luck there.
Social obligations have also been a bit heavy this month, which took me unawares since December started with nary an invitation. By mid-month, we were pretty busy. And it looks like the partying is going to continue through mid-January. A New's Year Eve dinner party tonight, the nephew visiting next weekend, my company holiday party the following weekend, and the project holiday party that Wednesday. Sheesh! A serious diet and exercise program is going to be in order soon as the weight is creeping back on.
Emma is doing quite well and is quite the queen of the household. She has learned that the kitchen counters are an easy jump and it's been a challenge to keep her off. We've switched her to a raw food diet and she absolutely loves it. I'm not making it myself, but am using Aunt Jeni's Homemade 4 Life. To read more about a raw food diet for cats, click here. After losing Jezebel to cancer on Labor Day, I've decided to go with a natural and holistic approach to cat care. We're very fortunate to have a veterinarian in the area who does acupuncture and is in the process of becoming certified in veterinary homeopathy.
Another activity that is cutting into my blogging and knitting time is running. Tom has been running with the Loudoun Roadrunners on weekend mornings. In an attempt to get back into some semblance of shape (and see if my ITB problem has resolved itself), I'm joining them. At first, it was only on Sundays. Now it's both days. The runs through rural Loudoun County are gorgeous, not to mention challenging. The real time killer, though, is going for post-run coffee. By the time we get home and cleaned up, it's after noon. And I usually forget (gasp!) to take my knitting. Henceforth, my knitting will go with me on runs and I'll boldly knit in public, and proudly.
New Year's Resolutions? I'll reserve that topic for tomorrow's post. Suffice it to say that one of them will involve being a more frequent blogger!
May the New Year hold good health, happiness, prosperity, and lots of fibery goodness for you!
Saturday, December 02, 2006
A Strange Week
This has been a very strange week for me. I worked from home on Monday because we had to go to Baltimore for my grandmother's viewing that evening. We met my parents at the home of their longtime friends, the Henschens', then went for an early dinner to The Bowman. The food was decent, and the experience was definitely "Bal'imer," complete with the hostess calling folks "Hon" as she seated them. Tom had the sour beef and dumplings (known elsewhere as sauerbraten) and I had the grouper Italiano. I think the best dish was Mom's Roughy St. Michael. It was good to see Mr. Bob and his wife Sue again, and to hear Dad and Mr. Bob's stories of when they were in the Navy together (back in the '50s). Then it was off to the viewing.
I was pretty nervous about the whole viewing and funeral thing. I don't handle grief well and I tend to absorb everyone else's grief as if it were my own. But I must say I did rather well. My grandmother had a lot of friends and even the children of her friends came out, as well as relatives. Even my mother's childhood Sunday school teacher stopped by, with members of the Order of the Eastern Star, who did a nice service.
The funeral was Tuesday afternoon, and most of the people who came to the viewing attended the funeral. Grandma had always requested that Pastor Yost, her favorite pastor, officiate at her funeral and he did. He told stories of her working the church suppers and how she liked to tease him. It occurred to me, then, that I really didn't know my grandmother well at all. My grandfather died in mid-'60s and she was always very sad after that, especially at holidays, which is when we saw her. So my most prominent memories are of a very sad grandmother, not a fun-loving grandmother. It was so good for me to hear stories of Grandma from people who knew her better than me. I wish I had taken the time to go beyond what I saw and get to know my grandmother better.
It was sad, too, knowing that the next time I see most of these people again will be at their own funeral, as everyone is getting up there in years.
There wasn't a gathering after the funeral, but Mom's friend Miss Beanie suggested that we go out to lunch at the Olive Garden (which in my opinion, isn't that good). Unfortunately, the Olive Garden doesn't have crabcakes, which I was craving. Donna (Miss Beanie's sister) suggested Pappas. We all ordered the crab cake platter and I think it was the best crab cake I've ever had. It was full of backfin, and very little filler. It was lightly seasoned so the crab wasn't overwhelmed. So, if you find yourself in Bal'imer and craving a crab cake, head over to Pappas. You won't be disappointed!
So what was strange about the week? It was the meeting of two cultures, I guess, that of mourning, and that of normalcy. I felt that my perspective shifted during the viewing and funeral. It didn't shift a lot, but enough to throw me off for the remainder of the week. I think I'm back now, but still have that lagging behind feeling.
Emma Update
Emma has fully integrated into our household and now has run of the entire house. She has discovered the bed and the large, warm cat toys (us) that inhabit it every night. Needless to say, we haven't gotten very good sleep. When she isn't pouncing on us, she's trying to sleep between the pillows, which greatly bothers Tom. So I'm sleeping very lightly in an attempt to keep her away from Tom. It's not working very well. And there are times when I have to banish her from the bedroom because she gets too riled up.
Tom broached the subject of getting another cat last night, to be a companion for Emma. He thinks she's lonely. I'm not so sure about that. How does one tell if a cat is craving companionship?
Knitting News
There's not much to report here. I made some progress on the Spirit Trail sock on the drives back and forth to Baltimore and have only a short length to go before I start the toe decreases. I have not touched either of the girls' sweaters and can officially declare myself screwed for completing these by Christmas. I might be able to finish them if I knit 12 hours a day for each day remaining in December. Henceforth, I will knit only on the sweaters and one other Christmas present. I will knit on one sweater every morning, the other Christmas present at lunch, and the other sweater every evening. And if I'm really, really lucky, I might complete one sleeve for each sweater by Christmas morning.
I was pretty nervous about the whole viewing and funeral thing. I don't handle grief well and I tend to absorb everyone else's grief as if it were my own. But I must say I did rather well. My grandmother had a lot of friends and even the children of her friends came out, as well as relatives. Even my mother's childhood Sunday school teacher stopped by, with members of the Order of the Eastern Star, who did a nice service.
The funeral was Tuesday afternoon, and most of the people who came to the viewing attended the funeral. Grandma had always requested that Pastor Yost, her favorite pastor, officiate at her funeral and he did. He told stories of her working the church suppers and how she liked to tease him. It occurred to me, then, that I really didn't know my grandmother well at all. My grandfather died in mid-'60s and she was always very sad after that, especially at holidays, which is when we saw her. So my most prominent memories are of a very sad grandmother, not a fun-loving grandmother. It was so good for me to hear stories of Grandma from people who knew her better than me. I wish I had taken the time to go beyond what I saw and get to know my grandmother better.
It was sad, too, knowing that the next time I see most of these people again will be at their own funeral, as everyone is getting up there in years.
There wasn't a gathering after the funeral, but Mom's friend Miss Beanie suggested that we go out to lunch at the Olive Garden (which in my opinion, isn't that good). Unfortunately, the Olive Garden doesn't have crabcakes, which I was craving. Donna (Miss Beanie's sister) suggested Pappas. We all ordered the crab cake platter and I think it was the best crab cake I've ever had. It was full of backfin, and very little filler. It was lightly seasoned so the crab wasn't overwhelmed. So, if you find yourself in Bal'imer and craving a crab cake, head over to Pappas. You won't be disappointed!
So what was strange about the week? It was the meeting of two cultures, I guess, that of mourning, and that of normalcy. I felt that my perspective shifted during the viewing and funeral. It didn't shift a lot, but enough to throw me off for the remainder of the week. I think I'm back now, but still have that lagging behind feeling.
Emma Update
Emma has fully integrated into our household and now has run of the entire house. She has discovered the bed and the large, warm cat toys (us) that inhabit it every night. Needless to say, we haven't gotten very good sleep. When she isn't pouncing on us, she's trying to sleep between the pillows, which greatly bothers Tom. So I'm sleeping very lightly in an attempt to keep her away from Tom. It's not working very well. And there are times when I have to banish her from the bedroom because she gets too riled up.
Tom broached the subject of getting another cat last night, to be a companion for Emma. He thinks she's lonely. I'm not so sure about that. How does one tell if a cat is craving companionship?
Knitting News
There's not much to report here. I made some progress on the Spirit Trail sock on the drives back and forth to Baltimore and have only a short length to go before I start the toe decreases. I have not touched either of the girls' sweaters and can officially declare myself screwed for completing these by Christmas. I might be able to finish them if I knit 12 hours a day for each day remaining in December. Henceforth, I will knit only on the sweaters and one other Christmas present. I will knit on one sweater every morning, the other Christmas present at lunch, and the other sweater every evening. And if I'm really, really lucky, I might complete one sleeve for each sweater by Christmas morning.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Yawn...
I spent a large part of yesterday learning all about the pros and cons of sole proprietorships and limited liability companies. I also spent a large part of the day trying to get my head around the intricacies of writing a business plan. While an essential part of starting a business, it's also mind bending.
For example, you have to talk about the purpose of the business. For a yarn shop, that's easy, right? Clearly, the purpose is to sell yarn. End of story. But that doesn't make for good reading, so you have to come up with a plot, a very concise plot. Who, where, what, when, how, why, and how much. Who is the target market...um..fiber enthusiasts? Who are they? Women between the ages of 23 and 80? What about men? What about the amazing young girls (and boys) who knit? Where? I dunno...I don't have shop yet. Historic downtown Leesburg. What? Yarn. What kind? Yikes! There's a million types. How do I choose?! Ummm...how about natural fibers?
And that's answering questions about the stuff I think I know. Legal structure? Ummm...sole proprietorship or limited liability company? (I really like the limited liability part; I don't want to lose our retirement because someone who has a cat phobia was terrorized by the sleeping shop cat and sued the daylights out of me.) Financials: cash flow, break even analysis, balance sheet...yikes!
I knew that writing a business plan would not be easy. I did not anticipate writing five sentences in four hours. But thank goodness for the internet and Google. There's a ton of good information to be had.
There's another reason why I found the business plan to be rough going:
Needless to say, very little knitting and housecleaning was accomplished yesterday. The Christmas knitting is sitting, forlorn and neglected, in my workroom. The sock is getting slightly more attention, but spends the majority of its life confined in the dark recesses of the knitting bag. And so it will continue. The remainder of the day will be spent cleaning, laundering, grocery shopping and cooking.
Then, perhaps, I'll be able to knit (or write a business plan) with a clear mind.
For example, you have to talk about the purpose of the business. For a yarn shop, that's easy, right? Clearly, the purpose is to sell yarn. End of story. But that doesn't make for good reading, so you have to come up with a plot, a very concise plot. Who, where, what, when, how, why, and how much. Who is the target market...um..fiber enthusiasts? Who are they? Women between the ages of 23 and 80? What about men? What about the amazing young girls (and boys) who knit? Where? I dunno...I don't have shop yet. Historic downtown Leesburg. What? Yarn. What kind? Yikes! There's a million types. How do I choose?! Ummm...how about natural fibers?
And that's answering questions about the stuff I think I know. Legal structure? Ummm...sole proprietorship or limited liability company? (I really like the limited liability part; I don't want to lose our retirement because someone who has a cat phobia was terrorized by the sleeping shop cat and sued the daylights out of me.) Financials: cash flow, break even analysis, balance sheet...yikes!
I knew that writing a business plan would not be easy. I did not anticipate writing five sentences in four hours. But thank goodness for the internet and Google. There's a ton of good information to be had.
There's another reason why I found the business plan to be rough going:
Needless to say, very little knitting and housecleaning was accomplished yesterday. The Christmas knitting is sitting, forlorn and neglected, in my workroom. The sock is getting slightly more attention, but spends the majority of its life confined in the dark recesses of the knitting bag. And so it will continue. The remainder of the day will be spent cleaning, laundering, grocery shopping and cooking.
Then, perhaps, I'll be able to knit (or write a business plan) with a clear mind.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Giving Thanks
I don't normally "celebrate" holidays on my blog, but this year, I'm feeling the need. There is so much to be thankful for:
I'm not one to wave the American flag and recently I've been appalled at what the current Administration is doing to this country's reputation. But despite that, we still have a lot of freedom and latitude to do whatever we want in terms of education and career. There are western countries where you choose your lifetime career in high school. If you want to change it later, you're considered to be somewhat crazy. I'm very thankful that I've got the opportunity to change careers if I want and when I want, no matter how young or old I am. And to have the support of my family and friends is so wonderful.
I hope that you took the opportunity this Thanksgiving to reflect on those things which mean the most to you.
Happy Thanksgiving!
- My family
- My husband
- My health
- My friends
- My job
- My co-workers, past and present
- My community
- The freedom that comes from living in this country
I'm not one to wave the American flag and recently I've been appalled at what the current Administration is doing to this country's reputation. But despite that, we still have a lot of freedom and latitude to do whatever we want in terms of education and career. There are western countries where you choose your lifetime career in high school. If you want to change it later, you're considered to be somewhat crazy. I'm very thankful that I've got the opportunity to change careers if I want and when I want, no matter how young or old I am. And to have the support of my family and friends is so wonderful.
I hope that you took the opportunity this Thanksgiving to reflect on those things which mean the most to you.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
A Gain, a Finish, a Beginning, and a Loss
I picked up our new kitten from the vet last Thursday and she seems to be adapting quite well. I thought she'd be skittish, but she spent all afternoon sleeping between me and the laptop, with her paws and chin resting on my right arm. She is so sweet.
And then the pain meds wore off. She's going to be an active little girl. She's also developed an affinity for laptops, which makes it very difficult to work. See?
That's our little Emma. So if future posts look a little weird, you'll know why.
A Finish
Last Saturday was the JFK 50-Miler. Yes, you read that right, 50 miles. The participants have 12-14 hours to complete the course. Tom chose to complete the race in 12 hours (or less) so got to start running at 7 a.m. Those who wanted 14 hours started running (well, walking) at 5 a.m. That is way too early! I was CREW (an acronym for Cranky Runners Endless Waiting) and along with all the stuff that I thought Tom would need during the day, I packed two knitting projects and my drop spindle and some roving under thedelusion assumption that there'd be plenty of time for knitting or spinning. I also packed a book. As it turns out, I got zero knitting, spinning, and reading accomplished. I was so afraid that I'd miss Tom and the other runners from the running club. But it was fun (albeit a bit cold and damp) to see all the runners in various stages of exhaustion throughout the race. As it turned out, Tom ran well and completed the run in 10:36. That's 10 hours, mind you. He crossed the finish line, grinning from ear to ear. I think he was ecstatic to finally be able to stop running. He wasn't crippled, he wasn't cranky, and he was pretty functional the next day (which was his birthday). I'm so proud of him!
A Beginning
Well, I've made the decision to open a yarn shop in town. Retail spaces keep popping up at me. I was going to look at a space on Sunday, but the owner called and said that someone had leased it Saturday night. I was pretty disappointed, and surprisingly, so was Tom. So, we made the decision to go for it. A friend's husband is a commercial realtor and I've asked him to look for space. This venture will be part-time initially, so the shop will be small. I don't think there are enough shoppers during the week to justify going full-time right off the bat. It's scary and exciting at the same time. I'll keep you all posted on progress, but I don't think much will happen (other than the very necessary planning) for several months yet.
A Loss
And finally, some sad news. My grandmother passed away on Saturday. She was 95 and had lived a long life. I wasn't as close to her as I would have liked; our lives were very different and I think she never fully understood what I do for a living, or why I married late, or why we never had children. But I know she loved me and that love was reciprocated. I take great comfort knowing that my all-too-brief visits during her stay in the nursing home gave her immense pleasure and I'll always remember, more than anything else, how her face would light up when she saw me. I'm sorry I didn't get to see her before she died. I'll miss her.
And then the pain meds wore off. She's going to be an active little girl. She's also developed an affinity for laptops, which makes it very difficult to work. See?
That's our little Emma. So if future posts look a little weird, you'll know why.
A Finish
Last Saturday was the JFK 50-Miler. Yes, you read that right, 50 miles. The participants have 12-14 hours to complete the course. Tom chose to complete the race in 12 hours (or less) so got to start running at 7 a.m. Those who wanted 14 hours started running (well, walking) at 5 a.m. That is way too early! I was CREW (an acronym for Cranky Runners Endless Waiting) and along with all the stuff that I thought Tom would need during the day, I packed two knitting projects and my drop spindle and some roving under the
A Beginning
Well, I've made the decision to open a yarn shop in town. Retail spaces keep popping up at me. I was going to look at a space on Sunday, but the owner called and said that someone had leased it Saturday night. I was pretty disappointed, and surprisingly, so was Tom. So, we made the decision to go for it. A friend's husband is a commercial realtor and I've asked him to look for space. This venture will be part-time initially, so the shop will be small. I don't think there are enough shoppers during the week to justify going full-time right off the bat. It's scary and exciting at the same time. I'll keep you all posted on progress, but I don't think much will happen (other than the very necessary planning) for several months yet.
A Loss
And finally, some sad news. My grandmother passed away on Saturday. She was 95 and had lived a long life. I wasn't as close to her as I would have liked; our lives were very different and I think she never fully understood what I do for a living, or why I married late, or why we never had children. But I know she loved me and that love was reciprocated. I take great comfort knowing that my all-too-brief visits during her stay in the nursing home gave her immense pleasure and I'll always remember, more than anything else, how her face would light up when she saw me. I'm sorry I didn't get to see her before she died. I'll miss her.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Coup de Foudre
As most of my loyal readers know, Tom and I have been searching for another cat to help fill the immense hole that was left when Jezebel died. It feels like we've been making weekly trips to the animal shelter, spending time with various cats and kittens. And yesterday, I found our new cat.
The trip started like all other trips...walk up the right side of the cat adoption area and see which cats are still around. Lucky and Timone were still there and there were some new cats, including three huge male Persian-type cats (without the pushed-in face). Then it's a walk down the left side. The first cage had three young cats, about three or four months old. Two were black and white and one was a female brown tabby. She sat at the back of the cage and just looked at me. I looked back. And I knew then that she was the cat we've been looking for. The way she looked at me reminded me of the way Jezebel would look at us.
I visited with her for a long time. The volunteer said she was very shy and would need a lot of patience and work. But by the time our visit ended, I had her purring and laying in my lap. She is timid, but our house is very calm and quiet, and I don't think it will take too long for her to get used to us. The adoption will be finalized on Tuesday and she'll be spayed on Wednesday and then she gets to come to her new home.
As I was finishing up all the paperwork, a woman came in to give up a cat. She said her beagle was mean to it and they couldn't keep it anymore. The volunteer opened the carrier, took one look, and immediately asked what was wrong with him. He had been sick and the vet put him on antibiotics, according to the woman. The kitten was dying. He didn't move at all. When they took him out of the carrier, he was limp and kind of scruffy looking. He didn't look well cared for. They called for an animal control officer to euthanize him. It nearly broke my heart. How can someone let their pet get in such a bad way? And even if it was a rapid decline, how could they justify bringing the animal to the shelter? This little guy needed to go the vet, not to be given up.
It also reminded me of Jez's last days, which made me extremely sad. Tom and I haven't stopped grieving yet. Having a new cat will help, but I'm afraid that, at some level, we're going to expect the new cat to be like Jez. I know she won't be, but that fear is still there.
It will be interesting to see how our new cat will react to all of the fiber in the household. Knitting could become extremely challenging after Wednesday.
Mountain Goat and Moguls
Fresh batteries and pictures of the Mountain Colors yarn. The Moguls yarn is the slubby stuff.
It should make quite a cozy vest, no?
The trip started like all other trips...walk up the right side of the cat adoption area and see which cats are still around. Lucky and Timone were still there and there were some new cats, including three huge male Persian-type cats (without the pushed-in face). Then it's a walk down the left side. The first cage had three young cats, about three or four months old. Two were black and white and one was a female brown tabby. She sat at the back of the cage and just looked at me. I looked back. And I knew then that she was the cat we've been looking for. The way she looked at me reminded me of the way Jezebel would look at us.
I visited with her for a long time. The volunteer said she was very shy and would need a lot of patience and work. But by the time our visit ended, I had her purring and laying in my lap. She is timid, but our house is very calm and quiet, and I don't think it will take too long for her to get used to us. The adoption will be finalized on Tuesday and she'll be spayed on Wednesday and then she gets to come to her new home.
As I was finishing up all the paperwork, a woman came in to give up a cat. She said her beagle was mean to it and they couldn't keep it anymore. The volunteer opened the carrier, took one look, and immediately asked what was wrong with him. He had been sick and the vet put him on antibiotics, according to the woman. The kitten was dying. He didn't move at all. When they took him out of the carrier, he was limp and kind of scruffy looking. He didn't look well cared for. They called for an animal control officer to euthanize him. It nearly broke my heart. How can someone let their pet get in such a bad way? And even if it was a rapid decline, how could they justify bringing the animal to the shelter? This little guy needed to go the vet, not to be given up.
It also reminded me of Jez's last days, which made me extremely sad. Tom and I haven't stopped grieving yet. Having a new cat will help, but I'm afraid that, at some level, we're going to expect the new cat to be like Jez. I know she won't be, but that fear is still there.
It will be interesting to see how our new cat will react to all of the fiber in the household. Knitting could become extremely challenging after Wednesday.
Mountain Goat and Moguls
Fresh batteries and pictures of the Mountain Colors yarn. The Moguls yarn is the slubby stuff.
It should make quite a cozy vest, no?
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Back on Track
Warning! Long post ahead! Pictures at the end...
Sorry for the long intervals between posts. It seems as if the blogging muse has left me. I haven't been able to find much of interest in getting up, going to work, coming home, eating, and going to bed.
Stitches East, however, provided a welcome change of pace and lots of blog fodder.
Way back in July, I registered for The Works, which gave me the opening session with Kaffe Fasset, the opening luncheon, 21 hours of classes, the dinner and fashion show on Friday night, and the student banquet and fashion show on Saturday night. It's a lot and it wasn't cheap, and it was worth it.
Thursday
I left early on Thursday in time to make it to the opening session. My sense of direction in large cities is not so good and I tend to get flustered by the one-way streets and fast driving in small spaces. But I arrived at the Baltimore Convention Center without incident, parked for $20, and registered. Alexis Xenakis opened Stitches East and said that there were 1600 students registered! That surpassed the Stitches West registration. That figure is pretty amazing. Kaffe (pronounced kafe; I've been saying kaffee) Fasset talked for an hour or so and showed slides of his work, mostly his needlepoint and quilts, although there were a few slides of his knitted work. His use of color is incredible. The talk was enjoyable; he has a good sense of humor. It would have been better, I think, if he had talked a little less about how incredible his work was and provided more tips about how to work with color. At the end of session, a woman wanted to show the blanket that she knit using his colorwork as inspiration. It was huge and it was stunning and it will be available soon in kit form at a yarn store near you. Unfortunately, I don't have pictures and I couldn't find any pictures on the web.
The luncheon was surprisingly good, although the service left a bit to be desired (I think they were training staff). They served a Maryland crabcake that was quite good; mine had a huge lump of backfin in it. The food was good at the rest of the meals, which says a lot about how the Baltimore Convention Center does business. The Convention Center staff was extremely friendly and helpful, too.
My fear going into the Stitches classes was that I'd be overwhelmed and end up with a migraine for the entire weekend. That didn't happen. My first class was with Barry Klein and dealt with slip stitches and how different colors and textures can take advantage of them. Barry owns Trendsetter Yarns, so we got to play with a large variety of those yarns (I gravitated towards the cashmere). The class atmosphere was very relaxed and I had a lot of fun experimenting. As usual, though, my lack of color confidence with choosing yarns came through and I had to ask for opinions. I left class with some new stitch patterns and interesting swatches and no headache!
I met my friend Gina, who ran a knitter's flophouse that weekend, and went to dinner with some of her knitterly friends. As was to be expected, dinner was a bit expensive and although good, was not quite that good. It was a trip to watch people come into the restaurant and identify them as knitters. After dinner, we went back to the convention center for the market preview. Our friends Jill and Susan from Y2Knit had a booth, so when the doors opened, we made a beeline for it. They had a perfect location, at the end of the aisle, near the food court. And once again, I was totally overwhelmed by all the yarn that was available. And I was totally overwhelmed by the prices.
The booth across the aisle from Y2Knit was Susan's Yarns and they had spinning wheels. I had to try out the Ashford Traveller. It was very nice. But I've already got a wheel and I don't even want to think what Tom would say if I came home with another wheel, when the first one doesn't get used all that much. As I was sitting there spinning (or attempting to), I glanced up and nearly fell off the spinning chair. Standing behind me was Kaffe Fasset and his partner Brandon. Sitting next to me was Vivian Hoxbro, and over at the book table was Sally Melville. I was surrounded by knitting luminaries! Oh my...
After I could tear myself away from the wheel, I tried to find the shops I had wanted to visit. Habu was high on the list. I saw their yarns at the Stitches Market last year and vowed to go back this year. I was disappointed. Gone were the soft, shimmery yarns that I remembered from last year. In their place were very crunchy, paperlike "yarns" made from linen. The yarns that weren't paperlike were still kind of crunchy. They didn't call to me to take them home, which is a good thing, as they were put up in really small balls.
Friday
Class started at 8:00 on Friday. This class was all about sewing seams and was taught by Margaret Fisher. It was an excellent class. I now know how to create seams that are invisible and smooth, both on the vertical and horizontal. After a short break for lunch and shopping in the Market (I was on a mission for a drop spindle and some fiber), the De-mystifying Gauge class started. I was positive this class would give me a headache, since it involved math. But once again, the class atmosphere was relaxed and Beth Walker-O'Brien presented the material so that it was impossible to get confused. She also gave us a handy-dandy gauge worksheet for future use. I'll never ignore gauge again!
I met Gina after class and we got in line for the fashion show. The doors opened at 6:30, but the line started forming early. We sat in line for an hour or more, drinking wine and knitting. It felt so good to be among like kind. Everyone was stopping each other and exclaiming over their handknits and touching and feeling and talking technical. And truth be told, even though I was at a knitting convention, I accomplished very little knitting. Finally the doors opened, we secured a table, and the evening's activities commenced.
The fashion show approximated a professional show, with professional models, music, and lights. The commentary was provided by Rich Mondragon, the editor of Knitter's Magazine, and one other person. The garments modeled ranged from classic to edgy, and I circled quite a few in my program for future consideration. Throughout the evening, they gave away door prizes, which were quite nice.
After the show, we headed back to Gina's for more wine, conversation, no knitting, and finally, bed.
Saturday
Once again, Gina and I had 8:00 classes. First up, Design Your Dream Sweater, with Leslye Solomon. I was very excited (and nervous) about this class. Excited because I've had visions of sweaters dancing in my head for years now and I'd like to make them. Nervous, because the class would undoubtedly involve my old nemesis, math. Leslye also had some gorgeous sweaters in Friday's fashion show. The class started with a long discourse on gauge, and swatching, and why we want to wash our swatches. After looking at how gauge changes with washing, this is a step in the swatching process that I won't skip. Leslye then handed out some nifty knitter's graph paper, specifically designed for graphing sweaters, and walked us through the drafting all of the sweater components. Voila! I now know how to figure out increases and decreases for armholes, sleeves, and necklines! And, I didn't get a headache!
The afternoon class was Creativity, with Sally Melville. It was essentially a lecture class, but she talked in detail about the creative process and how to help it along. Sally is an engaging speaker. One of the first things that she talked about was the difference between the right and left brains and how those differences manifest themselves in our personalities. It became very clear to me that our illustrious President, Dubya, is not in his right mind. He's very much a left-brain kind of person. Or perhaps there is a stunted or broken connection between his left and right brains. That little bit of information explained a lot about why the current administration is doing what it's doing.
I took the opportunity of being in a class with Sally to ask her about my disaster with the Too-Many-Choices Top. Interestingly, she said that someone else approached her a month ago with the same problem. Yay! It's not me! She thinks that an error crept in with the most recent reprint. That's encouraging, but I still have to figure out how to fix the problem.
The culminating event on Saturday was the student banquet and fashion show. Once again, we got in line early, and sat and knitted and talked and drank wine. As we were waiting, who should show up but Little Orphan Annie?
That's the incomparable Lily Chin! Even her wig was knit!
The doors opened at 6:00, dinner was served at 6:30 and the fashion show started at 7:30. We had Maggie Jackson, of Maggie's Ireland fame, at our table. She currently lives in a cave in Spain. Go figure. She's also a hoot. The entries in the student fashion show were stunning. One woman modeled her wedding gown, which she knit. The fit and the lines were perfect. There were a lot of entries, and it took forever. Rich Mondragon was again the emcee. He definitely needed to pick up the pace. The one thing that was very apparent was that most people don't know how to walk. Most of us walk like sacks of potatoes, shifting our weight from side to side. It drove me crazy. I wanted to take these women, shake them, and say "Chin up, shoulders back, swing those arms!" To be fair, though, they were in the light, the runway was painted black, and they were in front of hundreds of people. But they could have injected some energy in their walk.
There was a gift for everyone who attended the banquet and lots of door prizes. The banquet finally ended at 10:30 and we collected Jill and Susan, who had been patiently been waiting for us in the lobby. Fortunately, they had their knitting with them. I didn't get into bed until after midnight and I was so tired that I didn't fall asleep until after 1:00 (at least, that's what it felt like). Fortunately, our classes didn't start until 8:30 on Sunday. I could get up at 6:30 instead of 6:00!
Sunday
Yawn! The final day of class and the end of Stitches East. The morning class was Learning to Love Intarsia with Sally Melville. This class involved hands-on work, which was a good thing, because if it had been a lecture class, I would have fallen asleep. I was sooo tired! Sally did an excellent job of teaching intarsia and I learned quite a few tricks that prevent the holes that can happen. The afternoon class was Flat to Circular and Back Again, taught by Gwen Bortner. She's a great teacher...still energetic after four days of teaching and socializing. If you can, take a class from her and ask her about knitting aerobics. This class was extremely useful because I want be able to choose stitch patterns from my stitch dictionaries and turn them into socks. I now know how to do that.
Connections
Over the course of the weekend, there were some very interesting connections going on. At lunch on Thursday, I sat with several women who know Jill and Susan. One of the women lives around the corner from a friend of mine. In one class, the woman who sat behind me lives around the corner from me! The web that is woven (or knitted) through our shared love of fiber and color and knitting is immense. I do think it's true that knitters can change the world. Not only through charity knitting but through our openness and kindness. That's not to say that we are the only ones who are open and kind, but as a group with a shared interest, we're pretty big and we're pretty consistent.
Recent Stash Acquisitions
Finally, a logging of my recent fiber acquisitions. I'm really going on a yarn diet now!
First up, here's the variety of the Mountain Colors yarn that we were gifted at the Hunt Country Yarn Pajama Party. Aren't they gorgeous?
Unfortunately, the camera batteries died as I was photographing the Mountain Colors yarn that I bought. It's Mountain Goat and Moguls in the Northwind colorway and is destined for a vest. The Moguls will be an edging. Go to their website to see the yarns and the color. I'll try to post a picture in the coming days.
This is the fiber and drop spindle from Stitches. I think I'll be spindling some sock yarn for the Twisted Knitters. I need to perfect my spindling technique though. I'm finding it much harder than I remember.
Here are my door prizes: a sock pattern and some Cascade Fixation (one of my all-time favorite yarns) and some Boku yarn and a felted bag pattern.
And finally, some Malabrigo. I think this color combination is stunning and it is destined for a cocoon, assuming the swatching goes well. I'll give the details as I work out the design. I love the way the Malabrigo feels. It's softer and less expensive than Manos and it seems to be spun more consistently.
And lastly, here's the Spirit Trail sock:
I'm very pleased with the way it's working up. The yarn is a dream to work with. I've made a few mistakes while knitting; the wraps show on one side of the heel and the stitch pattern isn't quite centered on the instep, but I don't think anyone is going to notice. I'll fix that when I write up the pattern.
Stitches East was a pretty incredible experience for me. I learned a lot, much of what I think I know was validated, and once again, I see how far I've come as a knitter. I finally have enough confidence and technical skill to start developing my ideas. If you had told me three or four years ago when I took my first sock class (from Jill and Susan) that I would be designing my own socks and knitting without a pattern, I would have fallen over laughing. But here I am, designing my own short-row heel sock and not really using a pattern except to jog my memory. Many thanks to Gina for getting me into knitting again, and to Jill and Susan for providing incredible support and encouragement throughout this journey.
Sorry for the long intervals between posts. It seems as if the blogging muse has left me. I haven't been able to find much of interest in getting up, going to work, coming home, eating, and going to bed.
Stitches East, however, provided a welcome change of pace and lots of blog fodder.
Way back in July, I registered for The Works, which gave me the opening session with Kaffe Fasset, the opening luncheon, 21 hours of classes, the dinner and fashion show on Friday night, and the student banquet and fashion show on Saturday night. It's a lot and it wasn't cheap, and it was worth it.
Thursday
I left early on Thursday in time to make it to the opening session. My sense of direction in large cities is not so good and I tend to get flustered by the one-way streets and fast driving in small spaces. But I arrived at the Baltimore Convention Center without incident, parked for $20, and registered. Alexis Xenakis opened Stitches East and said that there were 1600 students registered! That surpassed the Stitches West registration. That figure is pretty amazing. Kaffe (pronounced kafe; I've been saying kaffee) Fasset talked for an hour or so and showed slides of his work, mostly his needlepoint and quilts, although there were a few slides of his knitted work. His use of color is incredible. The talk was enjoyable; he has a good sense of humor. It would have been better, I think, if he had talked a little less about how incredible his work was and provided more tips about how to work with color. At the end of session, a woman wanted to show the blanket that she knit using his colorwork as inspiration. It was huge and it was stunning and it will be available soon in kit form at a yarn store near you. Unfortunately, I don't have pictures and I couldn't find any pictures on the web.
The luncheon was surprisingly good, although the service left a bit to be desired (I think they were training staff). They served a Maryland crabcake that was quite good; mine had a huge lump of backfin in it. The food was good at the rest of the meals, which says a lot about how the Baltimore Convention Center does business. The Convention Center staff was extremely friendly and helpful, too.
My fear going into the Stitches classes was that I'd be overwhelmed and end up with a migraine for the entire weekend. That didn't happen. My first class was with Barry Klein and dealt with slip stitches and how different colors and textures can take advantage of them. Barry owns Trendsetter Yarns, so we got to play with a large variety of those yarns (I gravitated towards the cashmere). The class atmosphere was very relaxed and I had a lot of fun experimenting. As usual, though, my lack of color confidence with choosing yarns came through and I had to ask for opinions. I left class with some new stitch patterns and interesting swatches and no headache!
I met my friend Gina, who ran a knitter's flophouse that weekend, and went to dinner with some of her knitterly friends. As was to be expected, dinner was a bit expensive and although good, was not quite that good. It was a trip to watch people come into the restaurant and identify them as knitters. After dinner, we went back to the convention center for the market preview. Our friends Jill and Susan from Y2Knit had a booth, so when the doors opened, we made a beeline for it. They had a perfect location, at the end of the aisle, near the food court. And once again, I was totally overwhelmed by all the yarn that was available. And I was totally overwhelmed by the prices.
The booth across the aisle from Y2Knit was Susan's Yarns and they had spinning wheels. I had to try out the Ashford Traveller. It was very nice. But I've already got a wheel and I don't even want to think what Tom would say if I came home with another wheel, when the first one doesn't get used all that much. As I was sitting there spinning (or attempting to), I glanced up and nearly fell off the spinning chair. Standing behind me was Kaffe Fasset and his partner Brandon. Sitting next to me was Vivian Hoxbro, and over at the book table was Sally Melville. I was surrounded by knitting luminaries! Oh my...
After I could tear myself away from the wheel, I tried to find the shops I had wanted to visit. Habu was high on the list. I saw their yarns at the Stitches Market last year and vowed to go back this year. I was disappointed. Gone were the soft, shimmery yarns that I remembered from last year. In their place were very crunchy, paperlike "yarns" made from linen. The yarns that weren't paperlike were still kind of crunchy. They didn't call to me to take them home, which is a good thing, as they were put up in really small balls.
Friday
Class started at 8:00 on Friday. This class was all about sewing seams and was taught by Margaret Fisher. It was an excellent class. I now know how to create seams that are invisible and smooth, both on the vertical and horizontal. After a short break for lunch and shopping in the Market (I was on a mission for a drop spindle and some fiber), the De-mystifying Gauge class started. I was positive this class would give me a headache, since it involved math. But once again, the class atmosphere was relaxed and Beth Walker-O'Brien presented the material so that it was impossible to get confused. She also gave us a handy-dandy gauge worksheet for future use. I'll never ignore gauge again!
I met Gina after class and we got in line for the fashion show. The doors opened at 6:30, but the line started forming early. We sat in line for an hour or more, drinking wine and knitting. It felt so good to be among like kind. Everyone was stopping each other and exclaiming over their handknits and touching and feeling and talking technical. And truth be told, even though I was at a knitting convention, I accomplished very little knitting. Finally the doors opened, we secured a table, and the evening's activities commenced.
The fashion show approximated a professional show, with professional models, music, and lights. The commentary was provided by Rich Mondragon, the editor of Knitter's Magazine, and one other person. The garments modeled ranged from classic to edgy, and I circled quite a few in my program for future consideration. Throughout the evening, they gave away door prizes, which were quite nice.
After the show, we headed back to Gina's for more wine, conversation, no knitting, and finally, bed.
Saturday
Once again, Gina and I had 8:00 classes. First up, Design Your Dream Sweater, with Leslye Solomon. I was very excited (and nervous) about this class. Excited because I've had visions of sweaters dancing in my head for years now and I'd like to make them. Nervous, because the class would undoubtedly involve my old nemesis, math. Leslye also had some gorgeous sweaters in Friday's fashion show. The class started with a long discourse on gauge, and swatching, and why we want to wash our swatches. After looking at how gauge changes with washing, this is a step in the swatching process that I won't skip. Leslye then handed out some nifty knitter's graph paper, specifically designed for graphing sweaters, and walked us through the drafting all of the sweater components. Voila! I now know how to figure out increases and decreases for armholes, sleeves, and necklines! And, I didn't get a headache!
The afternoon class was Creativity, with Sally Melville. It was essentially a lecture class, but she talked in detail about the creative process and how to help it along. Sally is an engaging speaker. One of the first things that she talked about was the difference between the right and left brains and how those differences manifest themselves in our personalities. It became very clear to me that our illustrious President, Dubya, is not in his right mind. He's very much a left-brain kind of person. Or perhaps there is a stunted or broken connection between his left and right brains. That little bit of information explained a lot about why the current administration is doing what it's doing.
I took the opportunity of being in a class with Sally to ask her about my disaster with the Too-Many-Choices Top. Interestingly, she said that someone else approached her a month ago with the same problem. Yay! It's not me! She thinks that an error crept in with the most recent reprint. That's encouraging, but I still have to figure out how to fix the problem.
The culminating event on Saturday was the student banquet and fashion show. Once again, we got in line early, and sat and knitted and talked and drank wine. As we were waiting, who should show up but Little Orphan Annie?
That's the incomparable Lily Chin! Even her wig was knit!
The doors opened at 6:00, dinner was served at 6:30 and the fashion show started at 7:30. We had Maggie Jackson, of Maggie's Ireland fame, at our table. She currently lives in a cave in Spain. Go figure. She's also a hoot. The entries in the student fashion show were stunning. One woman modeled her wedding gown, which she knit. The fit and the lines were perfect. There were a lot of entries, and it took forever. Rich Mondragon was again the emcee. He definitely needed to pick up the pace. The one thing that was very apparent was that most people don't know how to walk. Most of us walk like sacks of potatoes, shifting our weight from side to side. It drove me crazy. I wanted to take these women, shake them, and say "Chin up, shoulders back, swing those arms!" To be fair, though, they were in the light, the runway was painted black, and they were in front of hundreds of people. But they could have injected some energy in their walk.
There was a gift for everyone who attended the banquet and lots of door prizes. The banquet finally ended at 10:30 and we collected Jill and Susan, who had been patiently been waiting for us in the lobby. Fortunately, they had their knitting with them. I didn't get into bed until after midnight and I was so tired that I didn't fall asleep until after 1:00 (at least, that's what it felt like). Fortunately, our classes didn't start until 8:30 on Sunday. I could get up at 6:30 instead of 6:00!
Sunday
Yawn! The final day of class and the end of Stitches East. The morning class was Learning to Love Intarsia with Sally Melville. This class involved hands-on work, which was a good thing, because if it had been a lecture class, I would have fallen asleep. I was sooo tired! Sally did an excellent job of teaching intarsia and I learned quite a few tricks that prevent the holes that can happen. The afternoon class was Flat to Circular and Back Again, taught by Gwen Bortner. She's a great teacher...still energetic after four days of teaching and socializing. If you can, take a class from her and ask her about knitting aerobics. This class was extremely useful because I want be able to choose stitch patterns from my stitch dictionaries and turn them into socks. I now know how to do that.
Connections
Over the course of the weekend, there were some very interesting connections going on. At lunch on Thursday, I sat with several women who know Jill and Susan. One of the women lives around the corner from a friend of mine. In one class, the woman who sat behind me lives around the corner from me! The web that is woven (or knitted) through our shared love of fiber and color and knitting is immense. I do think it's true that knitters can change the world. Not only through charity knitting but through our openness and kindness. That's not to say that we are the only ones who are open and kind, but as a group with a shared interest, we're pretty big and we're pretty consistent.
Recent Stash Acquisitions
Finally, a logging of my recent fiber acquisitions. I'm really going on a yarn diet now!
First up, here's the variety of the Mountain Colors yarn that we were gifted at the Hunt Country Yarn Pajama Party. Aren't they gorgeous?
Unfortunately, the camera batteries died as I was photographing the Mountain Colors yarn that I bought. It's Mountain Goat and Moguls in the Northwind colorway and is destined for a vest. The Moguls will be an edging. Go to their website to see the yarns and the color. I'll try to post a picture in the coming days.
This is the fiber and drop spindle from Stitches. I think I'll be spindling some sock yarn for the Twisted Knitters. I need to perfect my spindling technique though. I'm finding it much harder than I remember.
Here are my door prizes: a sock pattern and some Cascade Fixation (one of my all-time favorite yarns) and some Boku yarn and a felted bag pattern.
And finally, some Malabrigo. I think this color combination is stunning and it is destined for a cocoon, assuming the swatching goes well. I'll give the details as I work out the design. I love the way the Malabrigo feels. It's softer and less expensive than Manos and it seems to be spun more consistently.
And lastly, here's the Spirit Trail sock:
I'm very pleased with the way it's working up. The yarn is a dream to work with. I've made a few mistakes while knitting; the wraps show on one side of the heel and the stitch pattern isn't quite centered on the instep, but I don't think anyone is going to notice. I'll fix that when I write up the pattern.
Stitches East was a pretty incredible experience for me. I learned a lot, much of what I think I know was validated, and once again, I see how far I've come as a knitter. I finally have enough confidence and technical skill to start developing my ideas. If you had told me three or four years ago when I took my first sock class (from Jill and Susan) that I would be designing my own socks and knitting without a pattern, I would have fallen over laughing. But here I am, designing my own short-row heel sock and not really using a pattern except to jog my memory. Many thanks to Gina for getting me into knitting again, and to Jill and Susan for providing incredible support and encouragement throughout this journey.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
I'm Not Dead Yet
I'm gettin' better!
Actually, I haven't been sick. I just love those lines from Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I haven't posted because there didn't seem to be much to post about.
But there really is.
I finally got the replacement needles from Brittany. I was expecting two needles. I got two new sets. That's what I call good customer service!
I've started using the Knit Picks KIPer bags. I think I like them. As msubulldog remarked, they are very black. But the purse is just what I've been looking for. It has enough credit card slots for my cards and license, a middle zippered pocket just the right size for cash, a cell phone pocket that accomodates not only the cell phone, but also its little holster and two open pockets, one on each side. The small bag is the perfect size for a notions case and one or two small projects, like socks. It has one open pocket and one zippered pocket. The medium bag is just the right size for a project that uses a skein or two of Lamb's Pride. And I haven't used the large bag yet. I'll try that out next weekend at Stitches East.
It's relatively easy to attach and detach the purse from each of the knitting bags. The only complaint that I have is that the ball bearings that the little latches roll on are a bit rusty, which makes it very difficult to move them. The medium bag doesn't have a rust problem and the latches work quite well. I'll need to break out the WD-40 for the rusty ones.
Overall, I'm pretty pleased with these bags. I wouldn't carry either the purse or the knitting bags unattached, because the hardware (or lack thereof) looks a bit odd. I tend to be a leather purse kind of gal, and the vinyl does not make me cringe and the fabric on the purse is attractive. It's also rather impervious to cat claws (no, we don't have a new kitty...yet).
Stitches East
So, Stitches starts this coming Thursday and I'm signed up for a glorious 21 hour of knitting classes, including two classes with Sally Melville. What am I taking? Here's the list:
I'm hoping that these classes will help fill in the gaps in my knowledge or improve my technical skills. Fortunately, Gina lives in Baltimore and I'll be staying with her. She jokes about running a flophouse for knitters, because several of us are staying there. It's going to be a great weekend!
Knitting Progress
Not much and once again, there are no pictures because I haven't had time to take any. I did get in some knitting in public. My company had an annual meeting for which attending is sort of mandatory. So I pulled out my trusty Spirit Trail sock and knit through two and half hours of presentations. I was a bit worried when one of the founders and the CEO walked past after their part of the presentation, but they didn't seem to notice. Whew! I made quite a bit of progress and am almost at the point of working the heel. I'm very excited about this sock. Alas, I have to give up knitting on it for knitting a gazillion swatches for the Stitches classes.
I did manage to relearn how to knit back backwards and let me tell you, it's quite a useful technique. A more useful technique would be for me to learn how to count to four. I miscounted the number of rows of white before the Fair Isle band started so now have to rip out once again. Sigh...
Searching for Miss Kitty
We went to the pound today to look for a cat. We must have played with about five or six cats. One was Claire, who is a bit of feral kitten. She was very sweet and liked to play but she was very wary. I think she stole my heart because of her timidness. Then we played with Phoenix, a stray kitten. She was relatively high energy, but had a bit of a gas problem (as did Jez when we got her; it's amazing how such a tiny animal can be so odiferous). We also "auditioned" a couple of older cats. Timone is a gorgeous brown tabby with the most beautiful eyes. The picture on the website doesn't do her justice. She was a bit shy and her sister was adopted recently, so she's probably a bit lonely. Lucky was probably the most confident of the cats that we looked at and the only one who rubbed against our legs. And then there were Spit and Spat, the cutest little black kittens...extremely high energy! You can see the potential kitties here. It's going to be so hard to make a decision.
Other Stuff
Tom runs the Marine Corps Marathon tomorrow. He's not going to try for a PR since it's "just" a training run for the JFK 50 in two weeks. It looks like the temperature for tomorrow is going to be perfect, but it's going to be very, very windy, which will be absolutely miserable. With any luck, the wind will blow itself out tonight and tomorrow will be calm. I'm keeping my fingers crossed!
Actually, I haven't been sick. I just love those lines from Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I haven't posted because there didn't seem to be much to post about.
But there really is.
I finally got the replacement needles from Brittany. I was expecting two needles. I got two new sets. That's what I call good customer service!
I've started using the Knit Picks KIPer bags. I think I like them. As msubulldog remarked, they are very black. But the purse is just what I've been looking for. It has enough credit card slots for my cards and license, a middle zippered pocket just the right size for cash, a cell phone pocket that accomodates not only the cell phone, but also its little holster and two open pockets, one on each side. The small bag is the perfect size for a notions case and one or two small projects, like socks. It has one open pocket and one zippered pocket. The medium bag is just the right size for a project that uses a skein or two of Lamb's Pride. And I haven't used the large bag yet. I'll try that out next weekend at Stitches East.
It's relatively easy to attach and detach the purse from each of the knitting bags. The only complaint that I have is that the ball bearings that the little latches roll on are a bit rusty, which makes it very difficult to move them. The medium bag doesn't have a rust problem and the latches work quite well. I'll need to break out the WD-40 for the rusty ones.
Overall, I'm pretty pleased with these bags. I wouldn't carry either the purse or the knitting bags unattached, because the hardware (or lack thereof) looks a bit odd. I tend to be a leather purse kind of gal, and the vinyl does not make me cringe and the fabric on the purse is attractive. It's also rather impervious to cat claws (no, we don't have a new kitty...yet).
Stitches East
So, Stitches starts this coming Thursday and I'm signed up for a glorious 21 hour of knitting classes, including two classes with Sally Melville. What am I taking? Here's the list:
- Slip Sliding Away (Barry Klein)
- Superb Seams (Margaret Fisher)
- De-mystifying Gauge (Beth Walker O'Brien)
- Design Your Dream Sweater (Leslye Solomon)
- Creativity (Sally Melville)
- Learn to Love Intarsia (Sally Melville)
- Flat to Circular and Back Again (Gwen Bortner)
I'm hoping that these classes will help fill in the gaps in my knowledge or improve my technical skills. Fortunately, Gina lives in Baltimore and I'll be staying with her. She jokes about running a flophouse for knitters, because several of us are staying there. It's going to be a great weekend!
Knitting Progress
Not much and once again, there are no pictures because I haven't had time to take any. I did get in some knitting in public. My company had an annual meeting for which attending is sort of mandatory. So I pulled out my trusty Spirit Trail sock and knit through two and half hours of presentations. I was a bit worried when one of the founders and the CEO walked past after their part of the presentation, but they didn't seem to notice. Whew! I made quite a bit of progress and am almost at the point of working the heel. I'm very excited about this sock. Alas, I have to give up knitting on it for knitting a gazillion swatches for the Stitches classes.
I did manage to relearn how to knit back backwards and let me tell you, it's quite a useful technique. A more useful technique would be for me to learn how to count to four. I miscounted the number of rows of white before the Fair Isle band started so now have to rip out once again. Sigh...
Searching for Miss Kitty
We went to the pound today to look for a cat. We must have played with about five or six cats. One was Claire, who is a bit of feral kitten. She was very sweet and liked to play but she was very wary. I think she stole my heart because of her timidness. Then we played with Phoenix, a stray kitten. She was relatively high energy, but had a bit of a gas problem (as did Jez when we got her; it's amazing how such a tiny animal can be so odiferous). We also "auditioned" a couple of older cats. Timone is a gorgeous brown tabby with the most beautiful eyes. The picture on the website doesn't do her justice. She was a bit shy and her sister was adopted recently, so she's probably a bit lonely. Lucky was probably the most confident of the cats that we looked at and the only one who rubbed against our legs. And then there were Spit and Spat, the cutest little black kittens...extremely high energy! You can see the potential kitties here. It's going to be so hard to make a decision.
Other Stuff
Tom runs the Marine Corps Marathon tomorrow. He's not going to try for a PR since it's "just" a training run for the JFK 50 in two weeks. It looks like the temperature for tomorrow is going to be perfect, but it's going to be very, very windy, which will be absolutely miserable. With any luck, the wind will blow itself out tonight and tomorrow will be calm. I'm keeping my fingers crossed!
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Busy, Busy!
The weekend was chock-full of activities. I got home Friday night to find our street closed for the Homecoming Parade, which mightily peeved me since I had chosen to wear a skirt and heels to work and didn't particulary want to lug a heavy laptop all the way home. It would have been nice if the town had notified residents that the street was going to be closed. After I recovered from my snit, Tom and I headed down to Tuskie's to meet some friends for a drink, to be followed by pizza at Fire Works, a new pizza place in town. They have an excellent selection of beers and the pizza is very, very good. I had the Boston Meets Naples pizza, which had clams, crushed red pepper, and potatoes on it. Yum!
I was up relatively early on Saturday and made a quick run to the farmers market and grocery store to get supplies for the Fall Salad of Corn, Cherry Tomatoes, and Oven-Roasted Green Onions that I was going to make for the races. I roasted the onions, then headed out to get my hair cut; came back and finished the salad and then Tom and I drove out to the shelter to look for a cat.
There were a lot of cats and kittens and all of them were cute. But we didn't get one. We were a little pressed for time and the staff's time seemed to be taken up with helping a woman and her little daughter, who was totally captivated by a couple of the kittens. They had lost their cat two months ago and had come to the shelter to see if it was there. It wasn't, so the woman said they'd take two cats, sort of like they were going get two pairs of socks. We decided to come back in a couple of weeks, hopefully the atmosphere will be a little better.
We stopped long enough to pick up Leigh and then it was off to the races. This was the 27th running of the Morven Park Steeplechase. There were eight races, spaced out between 1:30 and 5:00. The running club had a space on the rail in the infield and we had a good view of the horses coming over the fences. A couple of horses lost their riders, but continued to run anyway. In fact, one of the riderless horses came in second place! Sadly, though, one horse took a very bad fall and had to be put down right then. We think it broke its neck. That race was a flat race, no jumps. It was very upsetting.
We dined late last night because of the homecoming dance. Apparently, the dance is now almost as big as senior prom. Who knew? Certainly not us, since we don't have kids and all of our friends' children are out of high school.
I received a very nice robe from Tom (my old robe was in tatters) and joy of joys...a new salad spinner! The old one's handle broke and we risked lacerations every time we used it.
Thanks to everyone for the fine birthday wishes!
Knitting News
There wasn't much knitting progress this weekend. I frogged the Christine sweater and started over. There was no sock progress, although the sock did get shown off. And I'll post pictures of my Mountains Colors acquisition soon.
I was up relatively early on Saturday and made a quick run to the farmers market and grocery store to get supplies for the Fall Salad of Corn, Cherry Tomatoes, and Oven-Roasted Green Onions that I was going to make for the races. I roasted the onions, then headed out to get my hair cut; came back and finished the salad and then Tom and I drove out to the shelter to look for a cat.
There were a lot of cats and kittens and all of them were cute. But we didn't get one. We were a little pressed for time and the staff's time seemed to be taken up with helping a woman and her little daughter, who was totally captivated by a couple of the kittens. They had lost their cat two months ago and had come to the shelter to see if it was there. It wasn't, so the woman said they'd take two cats, sort of like they were going get two pairs of socks. We decided to come back in a couple of weeks, hopefully the atmosphere will be a little better.
We stopped long enough to pick up Leigh and then it was off to the races. This was the 27th running of the Morven Park Steeplechase. There were eight races, spaced out between 1:30 and 5:00. The running club had a space on the rail in the infield and we had a good view of the horses coming over the fences. A couple of horses lost their riders, but continued to run anyway. In fact, one of the riderless horses came in second place! Sadly, though, one horse took a very bad fall and had to be put down right then. We think it broke its neck. That race was a flat race, no jumps. It was very upsetting.
We dined late last night because of the homecoming dance. Apparently, the dance is now almost as big as senior prom. Who knew? Certainly not us, since we don't have kids and all of our friends' children are out of high school.
I received a very nice robe from Tom (my old robe was in tatters) and joy of joys...a new salad spinner! The old one's handle broke and we risked lacerations every time we used it.
Thanks to everyone for the fine birthday wishes!
Knitting News
There wasn't much knitting progress this weekend. I frogged the Christine sweater and started over. There was no sock progress, although the sock did get shown off. And I'll post pictures of my Mountains Colors acquisition soon.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Last Weekend--Recap
In a word...good. Very good.
This weekend was the 4th Annual PJ Party, sponsored by Bob at Hunt Country Yarns, one of the LYSs in my neck of the woods. On Friday afternoon, 35 knitters (including one man!) converged on the Clarion Hotel in Shepherdstown, West Virginia, for a weekend filled with knitting, eating, and chocolate. It was sheer heaven!
On Saturday, Bob introduced the secret guest (how he manages to keep the theme and the guest secret is beyond me). This year's guests were Leslie and Chris from Mountain Colors. Leslie (one of the founders) started the program by talking about how she and Diana started Mountain Colors and where they get their inspiration (the mountains and flora of Montana). She explained their dyeing operation, from tying the yarn to the final shipped product. She illustrated her talk not only with slides of Montana (I'm ready to go there!) and the Mountain Colors dyeworks, but also with samples that showed off their beautiful yarns.
After lunch, we reconvened for a little hands-on work. Leslie had originally wanted to have us try our hand at dyeing, but alas, the hotel wouldn't allow it (too messy). So as an exercise in color, she had us choose a picture from a magazine and analyze the colors in it, both foreground and background. It's amazing how many colors are actually in a photo, once you really look at it. The second part of that exercise was to try to create a "dye sequence" using watercolors and the colors in the photo. It's a lot harder than it seems (that makes me appreciate the Mountain Colors colorways that much more). The third exercise was to choose two skeins from the little mill end packet that they gave to each of us and try out several stitch patterns that complement handpainted yarn. This was truly an eye-opening experience for me. For example, slip stitches will move the yarn around to break up the striping or patterning.
After we finished with the "formal" part of the program, Leslie and Chris, with the help of Bob and Valerie, pulled out the trunk show. They had models of their patterns knit with (what else?) their yarn. Even better, they had a variety of their yarn for sale. See?
Need I mention that there then ensued a shopping frenzy? This Libran broke her pledge not to buy any more yarn until the very small stash was depleted. But I couldn't help myself...there were two yarns that I thought would make a great vest and highlight my eyes. It was a once in a lifetime chance! To be fair, I selected the yarn, calculated the price, then put it back. I did this about three or four times before caving. The final justification was "Happy Birthday to me!" (Leslie and I share a birthday, by the way. How cool is that?)
There was also a fair amount ofhorse yarn trading of our mill ends. Here are a couple of attendees quite engrossed in choosing the perfect combination of yarns:
And here are Leslie and Chris, getting in some precious knitting time:
If having Mountain Colors there wasn't good enough, there were also door prizes galore, donated by various vendors. I was the lucky recipient two balls of Fortissima Socka, color 1026, which is a light grey wth a thin strand of orange and black. It will make a perfect pair of socks for Tom. After dinner, we knit far into the night.
Sunday dawned clear and bright. We had a good breakfast (I particularly liked the hash browns) and then repaired to the room next door for the final knitting session of the day. Everyone was more relaxed and it was sad to see our numbers slowly dwindle as people made their way home. I'll definitely go back next year.
Cool Knitting Tricks
One of the highlights of the weekend was learning different knitting techniques from the various attendees. The best thing I learned was knitting two sleeves at the same time. Not only is that cool, it's brilliant! You don't have to keep track of the rows and both sleeves will be knit with the same tension. The next time Iswatch knit sleeves for a sweater, I'll use that technique!
In other knitting progress, the Spirit Trail sock is coming along. This is a sock of my own design (gasp!) and I'm very pleased with it at this point. I haven't decided on a heel or toe style, but I'm leaning toward a short row heel. That will be challenging. I'll post pictures later.
On the Christine sweater, I've decided to suck it up and knit back backwards. I think that's the only way that I'm going to knit the Fair Isle bands correctly. I also think I found that error that was causing the pink row to be off.
Next up: the Knit Picks KIPer bags arrived and I'm giving them a test run. Look for a product "review" soon!
Weekend Preview
This weekend is going to be chock-full of activities. In addition to a haircut in an attempt to tame my unruly locks, we'll also be looking for a new cat or kitten, attending the Morven Park races, possibly attending the Fall into the Arts festival, and celebrating someone's birthday. And that's just Saturday!
I'm getting tired just thinking about it!
This weekend was the 4th Annual PJ Party, sponsored by Bob at Hunt Country Yarns, one of the LYSs in my neck of the woods. On Friday afternoon, 35 knitters (including one man!) converged on the Clarion Hotel in Shepherdstown, West Virginia, for a weekend filled with knitting, eating, and chocolate. It was sheer heaven!
On Saturday, Bob introduced the secret guest (how he manages to keep the theme and the guest secret is beyond me). This year's guests were Leslie and Chris from Mountain Colors. Leslie (one of the founders) started the program by talking about how she and Diana started Mountain Colors and where they get their inspiration (the mountains and flora of Montana). She explained their dyeing operation, from tying the yarn to the final shipped product. She illustrated her talk not only with slides of Montana (I'm ready to go there!) and the Mountain Colors dyeworks, but also with samples that showed off their beautiful yarns.
After lunch, we reconvened for a little hands-on work. Leslie had originally wanted to have us try our hand at dyeing, but alas, the hotel wouldn't allow it (too messy). So as an exercise in color, she had us choose a picture from a magazine and analyze the colors in it, both foreground and background. It's amazing how many colors are actually in a photo, once you really look at it. The second part of that exercise was to try to create a "dye sequence" using watercolors and the colors in the photo. It's a lot harder than it seems (that makes me appreciate the Mountain Colors colorways that much more). The third exercise was to choose two skeins from the little mill end packet that they gave to each of us and try out several stitch patterns that complement handpainted yarn. This was truly an eye-opening experience for me. For example, slip stitches will move the yarn around to break up the striping or patterning.
After we finished with the "formal" part of the program, Leslie and Chris, with the help of Bob and Valerie, pulled out the trunk show. They had models of their patterns knit with (what else?) their yarn. Even better, they had a variety of their yarn for sale. See?
Need I mention that there then ensued a shopping frenzy? This Libran broke her pledge not to buy any more yarn until the very small stash was depleted. But I couldn't help myself...there were two yarns that I thought would make a great vest and highlight my eyes. It was a once in a lifetime chance! To be fair, I selected the yarn, calculated the price, then put it back. I did this about three or four times before caving. The final justification was "Happy Birthday to me!" (Leslie and I share a birthday, by the way. How cool is that?)
There was also a fair amount of
And here are Leslie and Chris, getting in some precious knitting time:
If having Mountain Colors there wasn't good enough, there were also door prizes galore, donated by various vendors. I was the lucky recipient two balls of Fortissima Socka, color 1026, which is a light grey wth a thin strand of orange and black. It will make a perfect pair of socks for Tom. After dinner, we knit far into the night.
Sunday dawned clear and bright. We had a good breakfast (I particularly liked the hash browns) and then repaired to the room next door for the final knitting session of the day. Everyone was more relaxed and it was sad to see our numbers slowly dwindle as people made their way home. I'll definitely go back next year.
Cool Knitting Tricks
One of the highlights of the weekend was learning different knitting techniques from the various attendees. The best thing I learned was knitting two sleeves at the same time. Not only is that cool, it's brilliant! You don't have to keep track of the rows and both sleeves will be knit with the same tension. The next time I
In other knitting progress, the Spirit Trail sock is coming along. This is a sock of my own design (gasp!) and I'm very pleased with it at this point. I haven't decided on a heel or toe style, but I'm leaning toward a short row heel. That will be challenging. I'll post pictures later.
On the Christine sweater, I've decided to suck it up and knit back backwards. I think that's the only way that I'm going to knit the Fair Isle bands correctly. I also think I found that error that was causing the pink row to be off.
Next up: the Knit Picks KIPer bags arrived and I'm giving them a test run. Look for a product "review" soon!
Weekend Preview
This weekend is going to be chock-full of activities. In addition to a haircut in an attempt to tame my unruly locks, we'll also be looking for a new cat or kitten, attending the Morven Park races, possibly attending the Fall into the Arts festival, and celebrating someone's birthday. And that's just Saturday!
I'm getting tired just thinking about it!
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
My Mojo's Done Gone
The streak of bad knitting luck continues. I thought I'd start knitting the Debbie Bliss Shawl-Collared Jacket wth Fair Isle Bands for Christine (Jenna's older sister). It's simple stockinette with some stranded color work. How hard could it be? After all, I knit a Norwegian type mitten for the Knitting Olympics and found the colorwork to be fairly easy. This should be a walk in the park.
The sleeve is whuppin' my butt.
The first Fair Isle band lulled me into a false sense of security, making me think that it was going to be a piece of cake. The second Fair Isle band looked easy, too. But for some reason I can't get the single pink stitch to be centered in the trio of pale blue stitches in the previous row. I've got the correct number of stitches on the needle. I've got the correct sequence of pink and blue going. But it still refuses to come out right. Arrgh! Note to self: it's far easier to knit Fair Isle in the round.
To soothe my aggravated soul, I pulled out a skein of luscious hand-painted Merino sock yarn in warm autumn colors and started working on designing a pair of socks. The yarn is from Spirit Trail and I acquired it at Maryland Sheep and Wool this past May. Mmmmm...it's so yummy and the colors are gorgeous! I'm swatching several different stitch patterns to see what works best with the color sequencing. I was knitting on it today at work and wouldn't you know it? I snapped another needle (a 2.0mm this time). What's goin' on with my knitting mojo?
And then I did something I swore I'd never do. I ordered from Knit Picks. I ordered two sets of metal DPNs. I've heard good things about their needles. And given the recent run of bad luck with my wood DPNs, I thought I'd give metal a try. I have several misgivings, though. The first is that I like knitting with 5-inch needles. Knit Picks DPNs are six inches. The other is their sizing. Their size US 0 is 2.0mm, which seems to be standard. Their size US 1 is 2.50mm whereas the Brittany size 1s are 2.25mm. This is going to be a bit of a problem because the Leaves of Grass sock is knit on 2.25mm needles. So much for using the Knit Picks needles for knitting those tight k2tog.
I also ordered the KIP bag set. I'm in the market for a new purse and a workable knitting bag (or bags). I'm as picky about how a purse "fits" me as I am with clothes. It has to hold all my stuff (which I try to keep to a minimum) and keep it organized. I'm forever losing things in the bottom. If this can solve my problem, I'll be ecstatic. But I'm skeptical. Stay tuned for a product review.
Is it just me or is the world really going to hell in a handbasket? The current scandal on the Hill, the recent school killings, the situation in Iraq, North Korea's nuclear weapons test announcement, Iran, Aghanistan... It's all extremely discouraging.
All of the above would be easier to handle if I had a cat to pet. And one might be coming sooner than later. Tom actually went to the county animal shelter on Monday to look at a kitten that was advertised in the Loudoun section. It had already been adopted, but they had lots of cats and kittens. We might have a furry addition to the family in a couple of weeks!
And that will go a long way to make the world right again.
The sleeve is whuppin' my butt.
The first Fair Isle band lulled me into a false sense of security, making me think that it was going to be a piece of cake. The second Fair Isle band looked easy, too. But for some reason I can't get the single pink stitch to be centered in the trio of pale blue stitches in the previous row. I've got the correct number of stitches on the needle. I've got the correct sequence of pink and blue going. But it still refuses to come out right. Arrgh! Note to self: it's far easier to knit Fair Isle in the round.
To soothe my aggravated soul, I pulled out a skein of luscious hand-painted Merino sock yarn in warm autumn colors and started working on designing a pair of socks. The yarn is from Spirit Trail and I acquired it at Maryland Sheep and Wool this past May. Mmmmm...it's so yummy and the colors are gorgeous! I'm swatching several different stitch patterns to see what works best with the color sequencing. I was knitting on it today at work and wouldn't you know it? I snapped another needle (a 2.0mm this time). What's goin' on with my knitting mojo?
And then I did something I swore I'd never do. I ordered from Knit Picks. I ordered two sets of metal DPNs. I've heard good things about their needles. And given the recent run of bad luck with my wood DPNs, I thought I'd give metal a try. I have several misgivings, though. The first is that I like knitting with 5-inch needles. Knit Picks DPNs are six inches. The other is their sizing. Their size US 0 is 2.0mm, which seems to be standard. Their size US 1 is 2.50mm whereas the Brittany size 1s are 2.25mm. This is going to be a bit of a problem because the Leaves of Grass sock is knit on 2.25mm needles. So much for using the Knit Picks needles for knitting those tight k2tog.
I also ordered the KIP bag set. I'm in the market for a new purse and a workable knitting bag (or bags). I'm as picky about how a purse "fits" me as I am with clothes. It has to hold all my stuff (which I try to keep to a minimum) and keep it organized. I'm forever losing things in the bottom. If this can solve my problem, I'll be ecstatic. But I'm skeptical. Stay tuned for a product review.
Is it just me or is the world really going to hell in a handbasket? The current scandal on the Hill, the recent school killings, the situation in Iraq, North Korea's nuclear weapons test announcement, Iran, Aghanistan... It's all extremely discouraging.
All of the above would be easier to handle if I had a cat to pet. And one might be coming sooner than later. Tom actually went to the county animal shelter on Monday to look at a kitten that was advertised in the Loudoun section. It had already been adopted, but they had lots of cats and kittens. We might have a furry addition to the family in a couple of weeks!
And that will go a long way to make the world right again.
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