While I was out ...

I did some non-confrontational knitting during my spring break / virus break.


One down, one to go. The next has stripes and a flap.

Then comes the fulling party.

Cold enough for Calorimetry

It's not my fault, really. A few weeks ago when I was home and sick, I did get a bit of knitting done. Of course, it wasn't cold enough to plan on wearing it much this season.
Turns out I was wrong. Brrr. Colder than it was in December.

"A Fool in April" or "Not Stash"

I can't stop long enough to flash stash.
Howe'er, I take a moment to retrieve pics from last year's flash to declare some NON STASH:
Behold a glove for the Knit-a-blog, two pair of fuzzy feet and....

Steel Penny, a Bad Penny meets Picovili garment;

A pair of socks, currently in the dirty clothes hamper;

And with the end of the Ombre, two kitti pi cat beds, currently the alternate retreats of one declining senior kitty.



I'd finesse this post with links to the garments and to last year's flash, if I could. I can't now, so I won't. Sorry. Must flee.

Nothing but Knitting

Have been home, sick. Ventured out today.

For several days, nothing has been on the actualized agenda but soup and tea and toast and sleep and knitting. Outings have been spare: vet appts, quick runs to stores. Really an average of an errand per day since Friday.

Oh, and great bags of tissue to toss out.

But I've been knitting. Sewed the button on calorimetry and wore it today. Over half done with the first of two messenger bags for nieces. Started an Argosy Wrap.

Camera's been with the computer, so no pictures. About time to head home.
I think I'll watch some films I need to view for work. Matzoh balls in the soup tonight, I think.

Nothing else but knitting.

Good Hat, Bad Hat

Good hat:
Pattern by Black Purl, yarn was sale and now I don't remember what it was. Sirdar Snuggly, I think. This was from one of the two skeins, and there's only a racquetball sized yarn-cake left of it. This was a cute, fun knit. The hat was meant to be done flat and then seamed, but I did it in the round. Must get this to the mom-to-be, due shortly.

Bad Hat:


Beautiful yarn - Colinette Cadenza or something like. Thought I could eke out a hat, so I tried the pointy version of the "Live Dangerously, Don't Swatch Hat." I've done the squared crown for niece and nephew and fared much better. This was not meant for me. And clearly this is NOT the way to a rolled brim. The hat will be frogged. I'm thinking Knitty's Calorimetry for the Colinette, maybe, even if it isn't the right gauge? There seems to be plenty of creativity in approaches to the Calorimetry.

Bad hat. If it looks like a triangle, it will fit like a triangle.

Holding Pattern

Funny where patterns are found. I've put an awful lot of things together for just a moment, and then they just seem to stay in place, temporarily marked and ready for the next step. Plenty of knitting and sewing UFO's abound. Then there's the basket of stuff from a clearing of the desktop, the drawer that gets ignored, the button that needs replacing. Should really ditch that turtleneck with the catclawed holes just over the breast (yes, ouch, but last year's ouch) but I'll wash it again and put it back in the drawer for that desperately cold day.

This pin and a few of its brethren have been marking spots on this easy-peasy sewing project for over a week.

Life can acquire an awful lot of things stuck in holding patterns, even if the tasks yet to be done don't require much finishing time. To be truthful, though, I can't feel too guilty. I've been getting a lot done elsewhere.

Blogging? A different holding pattern there. It's with sighs heard round the internet that some beloved blogs are on hiatus, sabbatical, or are simply quiet. I find that fascinating. There are as many reasons to refocus, to step away from the computer, and to pursue what needs to be pursued as there are to post in the first place. And I'll be as delighted as can be when the holding patterns shift.

No big finish here. I'll just stick a pin in it and come back when I can.

Busy

Unspoken Thoughts

Evidence is clear I'm not a prolific blogger. I get to hear the sound of my own voice too much as it is, so I think about posts but edit them down to nothing. I think of Bernard Shaw, who quipped to a chatty socialite, "My dear woman, do you have no unspoken thoughts?"

Do not get me wrong. I LOVE READING and VIEWING the knitting blogs and their kindred blogs, just as I've always loved reading and perusing knitting and quilting books. I ADORE the sounds of so many interesting voices. The creativity, the simplicity, the chaos, the life stories, the struggles, and the wisdom - LOVE, LOVE, LOVE.

I've been an uninteresting read, though. I've had lots of small d - drama to contend with, and I've not had much I thought was worth sharing. Better the unspoken thought. Even if I've been knitting, it's been none too glamorous - a cat bed, a dish cloth, a scarf - and I've just been too focused elsewhere to be bothered about pictures. And the drama - small d - has been part of a very, very busy winter. Fortunately, perspective is learned from many sources. Knittyheads and knitbloggers have given me untold calm.

So for the inspiring-on-many-levels knitbloggers and knittyheads, I give you an early Valentine's Day thought, then, published and spoken:

Thanks. LOVE YOUR WORK. Thanks for sharing your words, work, and wisdom.

What?

Did I post these? What pattern? IK's Rib & Cable Mitts. What yarn? Mountain Colors Bearfoot - Juniper, maybe. What for? Gift. Given. Happy campers, both.
What's this? A mess. Oh the knitting? Looks messy, too, doesn't it. I'm having quick fun. The baby loop is from Be Sweet. The yarn barf is actually lovely soft handdyed "artsy" handspun picked up at Knit One in Chicago. I saw something at Nina's in Chicago that helped me figure out what artsy fartsy thing I was going to do with it. Hence the Be Sweet.

I have to go. What? Did you think I had a lot of time to talk?

Knitting in the Middle

Greetings from the Middle. It's the middle of January. My odometer rolls over this month and am feeling very much mid-life-ish. Hard to believe either is here already - isn't that how things go, though?

More later. There's been knitting. I'm either running out of the primary yarn for the Eclipse sweater or it'll be near. I'll know shortly. Two sleeves and a front and a back ALL on the needles. I'm within a day or two of joining and starting the yoke. I'm looking forward to that. Part of the anticipation is that I'm hoping to NOT run out of the body yarn UNTIL I'm in the yoke. There any change in tone in the primary yarn will be completely hidden.

Yes, the search for a hopeful color match may be on the horizon. That's never a fun thing. Haven't bothered to figure out a knitting plan for the year. I'm always impressed and interested in reading other's knitting goals. I'm just looking forward to knitting some more. I'm in the middle of a couple things that would be good to finish while we're still in the middle of winter.

It's the middle. Happy Middles!

Back at the ranch . . .

Back home from holiday travels, I find I am tired of having too much stuff and too little time. I shall be tending to that, I think. Right now I'm off to the post office and to see some family. I have goodies to deliver from the folks on the other end of the holiday travels.

Seriously, though. I need to go through things and clear some out. This needn't cut out the knitting time, I think, but I should spend some of the knitting time moving other things out.

I was given a wee little serving dish as a holiday gift, and I was alarmed to face the fact that I haven't been entertaining at home. Thankfully I had the presence of mind not to confess this aloud. And I'll concede that some of this is the natural result of urban life and a bit of job imbalance. There's something to be said, though, about the spectre of the Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome. Things must change before I find myself really living that pattern!

There's probably more to do with the fact that several friends are incredibly allergic to the feline factor. Ne'ertheless, clean and clear, I say!
Happy New Year, if I'm not back before the switch to 2007!

Holiday Knitting

Not the Grinch, nor Scrooge, this knitter managed to do just enough holiday knitting to make herself content and to have a few things to send out. Mind, some are being sent out now, and the nautilus hat was a skein of yarn. (Worked out the specs on that one with my mother.)

A good day for easy knitting

So on my way to finishing up paperwork, I found that someone had plagiarized whole papers: one chunk of this set of paragraphs, one slice of that set of paragraphs. One brief paragraph could be original, but that's one paragraph in a couple papers.

Ugh. I'm going home to make up some fuzzy feet for my friend's daughters. I have the shoe sizes. I have the foot measurement chart. I will make tea. I will knit huge feet.

More knitting, less paperwork

That's what I want for Christmas....
Sneakily, though, I've been doing knitting when I should be doing paperwork. I have a little stack of knitting growing in the to-be-finished pile - a little seaming, a little grafting, a little end weaving.

However, less blogging, more paperwork....

Pictures are accumulating in the camera, such as they are. No photobucket until Paper Mountain is complete this week.

Holiday Treats

Made these mitts (Knitty's Fetching)a bit earlier and finally finished the neckwarmer to go with it. This will be a gift for someone who worked with me on a project earlier this fall. Have to send it out shortly. Altogether, the set used nearly two skeins of Rowan's Tapestry. I'd had too much leftover from the one skein after doing the mitts, and picking up a second skein wasn't actually enough for a hearty scarf after all. Hence the slit for passing through the scarf end. Added on the ruffle as a means of giving the ends more body. Keeps it from being too matchy-matchy a set.

a shadowy year in the neighborhood of the Great Towering Textiles

2006: Month by Month

[via the daily purl ]

Instructions -- Copy the first sentence that you posted in each month of 2006.

January

Since there was very little traffic in to see my cheerful holiday kitsche, I give evidence that I decorated.

February

My mother will be sharing these words aloud this week with children.

March

I've been absent from the blog.

April

I've had a lovely hour's romp through blogs with flashed stash.

May

I'm late, I'm late, no time to say hello, goodbye, I'm late I'm late I'm late ...

June

So Thursday, when I kept myself away from all things work, I cheated on my socks.

July

Summer brings an odd assortment of knitting whims and a lot less computer time.

August

Such adventures since I've been gone.

September

There are Fetching mitts (Rowan tapestry is interesting....) in this long weekend of knitting, and 6 or more inches of colorwork knitting on the Equinox whatsit on the Interweave Knits Fall 06 cover.

October

During the heat of the summer, I do rather yearn for fall.

November

I do, at long last, have some postable knitting pictures.

December

Need a lot of push to tackle the tasks ahead.

December Drive

Need a lot of push to tackle the tasks ahead. There's work to finish with very clear, hard deadlines just ahead. There have already been several events to attend. Need a lot of get up and go, need to push on through. However, no matter what speed I go, it starts to seem as if there's no time for anything. Yesterday I managed to sweep and do a bit of mopping. I have an embarrassment of laundry to do. I did some knitting but have more I'd like to do.

And that's the kicker: more I'd like to do. I continue to try to convince myself that I don't need to do it all. My baking is holding the line: I chopped up dried fruit and gave it a good sousing of Asbach Uralt. Nothing but good brandy in my fruitcake. I'm going to wait until the paper work is done this week to think about what December knitting I can do vs. the knitting I foolishly think I'd like to do. Foolishly, I say, because what I'd like to do becomes crazed, as the drive toward other finish lines looms. I forget that I wanted to do them and think I must.

So I'm holding a drive for clarity and moderation. I've a bowl full of drunken fruit. I have a tiny bag of current knitting. I have a bag of papers to grade. Right now that's all I need, so the rest will have to be clear space. The desk at home is clear. The desk here I'll clear before I go home. My floors have been cleared of the 3rd cat. (Amazing how much there was to sweep yesterday! Appalling. But I digress.) Just need to keep on clearing those decks.

Here's to a successful drive.

A Hat for Alex

The yarn is leftover from a sweater I made for my niece 13 years ago.
Finished this hat on the Thanksgiving weekend road trip.
Trillian42 on Knittyboard has posted about her hat project here. I used the pattern she had linked to her blog post.

Also finished a hat for the same niece for her 13th birthday. No picture. I left the hat wrapped up for her birthday. All I have left are yarn crumbs.

Boucle that's bugging me

While I should be working on other things, some boucle keeps nudging at me for some reason. There are four bits.

One's a 200 yd hank of Wool in the Woods that I bought last year-plus as a congratulations to me for surviving something workish. It's very soft. Will look good with winter coats.

Two are two different hanks, each 330ish yards of a CTH end of a year closeout sale that I won't do again, as I have indulged enough.

Interestingly enough all three hanks, above, have an interesting color conversation together. Reds / purples figure into each of them, though each is clearly different (dark purple in one, some green and maroon in another, etc.)

I've been swatching a little bit with the W-i-t-Woods, so today I rolled up one of the other hanks so I could see what would happen if I alternated all three. They're all surprisingly comfortable and not scratchy, so it's rather too bad they couldn't have made an eye-poppingly bold big old sweater. (Never mind the math that I'd need to get less than 900 yards to BECOME a sweater.) The actual yarn weight is subtly different side by side. And there's a clearly visible difference in how they're spun.

Had shifted to using large needles, and suddenly the difference in the actual yarn weight seemed major. Next experiment? I'm back to thinking about what to do with them. Any recent personal bests out there with soft, bumpy boucles?

Oh, there's a bunch of Debbie Bliss Astrakhan that I bought some time ago at a store that was closing. Looking for a sweater, but that's really hanging to the back of the queue. Really, I shouldn't speak of it.

PS. This sounds all name-droppy. Sorry about that. I'm just trying to be specific, since I have no pictures of my puzzlings. If I can get pictures up next week, I will.

Finish one thing, and move on to the next.

Truly that's the way this fall has gone. I finished one project, and bang we're onto another. That's just work. Knitting has been littler, but there have been plenty of little projects.

This hat is actually one of the later knitting bits - part of the next big project, actually. A student shaved her head for a role - quite a bold thing for her to do - and so I decided I needed to make her a hat. She needed a little extra TLC, I thought, for taking on such a major endeavor and making such a personal commitment.




The hat was done pattern free. The yarn is Misti Alpaca's but it's not alpaca. This is the pima cotton and silk blend. Boring color, but it was what was on hand when I went shopping. Soft, soft, soft. The recipient is allergic to wool, but I just wasn't excited about making an acrylic hat in this particular case. It needed to feel like a treat.

Fetching Tapestry

While away from blogging, I knit a pair of mitts. Fetching, from Knitty. The yarn is Rowan's Tapestry, a soy/wool blend. Must admit that this was late summer already. Was thinking about making them for ssarahevt, my knittyboard secret pal, but I decided I wasn't content with them. I sent her a ball of the same yarn, in her preferred colorway, actually, so she might enjoy the knitting process. These are from the same ball. Isn't it interesting how the color changes have worked up? The yarn is rather like Noro - the color changes are spun in.

Started another sock

I was working on two sets of socks. Naturally as soon as I finished one, I started another sock. I had some early fall commuting time to kill and walked to Loopy yarns. This is Ravenswood, aptly named for a neighborhood through which the Brown line runs. Didn't they call the Brown line the Ravenswood line? Why of COURSE they did.

Some socks finished

Trekking Aunt Socks. Went for pebble rib on the Anne Norling pattern I go to when I don't want to think about fancy socks. I used the pebble rib once before on a sproingier worsted. I think the Trekking isn't as suited. Must send these off to my aunt.

Oh, and I officially have enough for another pair if not more. Did I mention before that I somehow thought I HAD to start from the same spot on matching balls of yarn. I will die of boredom knitting another set of socks from this yarn if I do it too soon.

A hat

I knit a hat as a thank you.
The pattern is Marnie Maclean's Nautilus hat, the second on her page. (I'd link if I were in the mood. I'm not in the mood.) The lovely Lorna's Lace worsted is Black Purl.
The wool came from a lovely little swap on the knittyboard. I think I fancied that I'd make myself a hat. There's some leftover. It may be part of something for me. In the meanwhile, it made a deserving student designer very happy. Purple is one of her colors.

Is this thing on?

I do, at long last, have some postable knitting pictures. I've been knitting, after all, even little bits. Finished socks, zipped out some mitts and a few other things. Have to go home now, though, so I can do a rare thing and eat a meal AT home. I'm going home - or maybe to the coffeeshop where the knitters are tonight. Either way it's a night OFF. Tomorrow, maybe some blog ON.

Where's the knitting indeed?

A week without knitting? Sheesh.
I'm ready for some serious knitting.

Yearning for fall

During the heat of the summer, I do rather yearn for fall. I have always considered myself to be an oily, sweaty person, so the summer is rather a time for giving up hope of feeling in the least bit dainty.

Here we are in October, and my work life has raced me through a month of the best of fall. I've missed the late summer tomatoes. In fact, today was the first in a month that I was able to hit the farmer's market. I have a few tomatoes to tide me over, but the splendor of today's market was clearly the apples. Bought some to eat. Bought some plums for baking.

Now I just yearn to knit more than the couple of socks I keep inching at on the train....

Insert Pathetic Whine Here

I'm having one of those days. Maybe you've had one? Where everything that runs across your path simply points to twenty billion more things you should have done and have to do, and the phrase whattaloser comes into your head more than you'd like but it's all self directed? Failure day.

That's today in my sandbox.

Maybe the problem is I'm only looking at the day's equivalent of those teensy little offwhite stitches that look like a tension flaw. Even though I know they'll even out in the blocking (and with tweaking), this day is like the kind of knitting day where you can't see Oh COOL, look at the forearm of the sweater. Cool. I did that.


Wish I could have seen the day like I can see the sleeve. Here's to maybe, someday, learning more from my knitting.

I did frog last weekend

Knitty sp7

Adriennec outdid herself in finding clever ways to spoil me. I am in awe. I'd write more, but there's a bus to catch. For now, pictures. I'll edit next week. The lovely lemon verbena soap was too shy for a photo. Imagine it on the beautiful washcloth.

Invisible Girl

Still here. Massive frogging. Sock knitting. More on the Equinox. SP7 beautiful things to share - adriennec outdid herself, and she has challenged me to step into some great new directions.

Meanwhile I'm invisible here in the knitting blogosphere. No pictures to air my progress. No stories that amuse me. No one is washing my dishes. My laundry started to catch up and then lagged behind again, lazy laundry. Fortunately cats are fed.

However, I'm keeping quite busy. There's singing and dancing and carrying on. There was knitting aplenty on buses and trains, but I gave myself a few days off from carrying too many things. I read last night. Today I gazed out the window and drank coffee. Enjoyed the anonymity of the urban commute.

More when I can whip off the cloak of busy invisibility.

Frog the darn thing!

Spitting Yarn mentioned it.

kt gave out the challenge.

I could do with a little guilt offloading.

I join late, but I think this is a worthy task.


I've been rehearsing the idea for the better part of a year.

This is what some of the unknit portion looks like.

I think it will be worth it.

Copycat, copycat

Seen over at SABLE:


My Personality

Neuroticism	72
Extraversion	68
Openness To Experience	92
Agreeableness	71
Conscientiousness	40

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Interestingly, I think my levels of guilt and perfectionism (see Neuroticism above, *ahem*) take the conscientiousness factor far lower than I'd have expected. Quizzes are interesting beasts.

Labor Day Knitting

It's interesting to track where spurts of knitting start and where they lead. Interesting to me, I suppose. I'd been picking up some oddballs of Karabella's Aurora 8. It's a very soft, rather springy multiple of merino. I'd been picking up dark colors in the sale bins of a couple shops over the past months. Wasn't quite sure where they were going. Sunday afternoon I ran a bunch of errands in neighborhoods I can't get to during the rest of the week. Picked up a pair of shoes that I'd ordered. Stopped into a Trader Joe's. And I stopped at the yarn store to pick up the order of a book I'd been ogling. I caved under the pressure of a holiday weekend sale. I picked up enough yarn to make a sweater. Karabella, see above.

I used the Equinox pattern to estimate yardages. When I got home, after some judicious browsing through magazines and books, I decided I might give that pattern a whirl. I'll see if I regret it: there are clearly some changes ahead. Among the obvious changes are my combinations of colors - but I'm enjoying that swap. So far I've been pleased with the mapping out I did - a one to one swap that still follows the chart. I'm getting close to a few points where I may do some internal swapping.

So while the magazine obligingly sang the praise of the care with which the designer worked out just the right colorways, I've pitched that out the window. Well, not altogether. I still have a brown body, a few warmish and light colors - just a different interpretation. And of course, the yarn I'm using won't provide the obligingly fuzzy halo described. Don't care. This yarn is incredibly soft and feels like a luxury. With the boat neck, it will be important, I think. Of course the yarn is just a teensy bit heftier than the designer selection. Sorted out gauge to suit myself - even gave a swatch a bath. I think I've found a gauge that will get me a reliable size, even if the hand and drape might differ a bit from the sample sweater. That's okay. I don't need that much cling. It'll be a cozy and warm thing, which is ultimately what I'd associate with a fair isle type sweater yoke.

More importantly, in hopes of identifying the creative spurt of which I spoke above, I should mention that I've embarked on a HUGE project at work. Very demanding. Naturally, one would think I'd want to stick with my recent bus and train knitting. Not this child. I started on Monday with the sleeve so I could really get at the color work.


Could be worse for a late night fluorescent lighting photo at work.

I've already missed my earlier train. I'm leaving early for the last one. I'm sure that I'll be returning to my regular soporific sock knitting later on in the project. For now, my parallel project is the Equinox pullover.

Long weekend knitting

There are Fetching mitts (Rowan tapestry is interesting....) in this long weekend of knitting, and 6 or more inches of colorwork knitting on the Equinox whatsit on the Interweave Knits Fall 06 cover. I am not using quite as fine a yarn, but I'm enjoying exploring some color experimentation in using some of what I have and some of what I picked up at the Labor Day Sale on Lawrence Ave. And there are socks in my bus and train knitting bag.

Oh. And I will miss the train if I don't leave.

ETA: I missed my train. Thank goodness there was another in an hour.

Bus & Train Knitting

Bus & train knitting:
A hat for a nephew who requested these colors for a hat, in which I tackled the jogless jog. Sadly, I didn't tackle a perfectly discreet carry along of the color from stripe to stripe. It peeks out. Still better than endless end weaving.

A pebble rib sock, in which I am so convinced I want the trekking to match that I purchase two skeins (for two pair) so as to start at EXACTLY the same spot, only to discover that this was a fairly regular colorway of trekking.

I also discover that I failed to count correctly. Mindless bus & train knitting was a teenytiny bit brainless. I wanted 64 stitches, and I had 68. This I discovered at the heel flap. Bah. It will be what it will be. They're comfort socks. I just have to remember to write down the "fixes" I did so the two socks will match. That's how this all started: buying a yarn reputed for not matching, I must find a way to make matching happen.

Must go catch my bus or train. Wonder which I'll take today?

Summer stuff / Semi sentences

Working on a nephew hat. Conquered the jogless stripe.
Lost a needle on knitting night.
  

Knit another one.
  

Started a sock for knitting at home. Nancy Bush's pattern has a repeat of more than a few rows. I may not remember it.
Here's the cuff and a little of the first repeat.
  

Finished Hedera socks.
  

Started another pair of socks.
  

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Question was posed. I hedged the obligatory mid-age response that was creeping round the corner - the one about having become old but I'm still a kid thing, because it is BOUND to come round that corner. It's real.

And it occurred to me.

Good company.

That's what I want to be when I grow up.

I can live with that.

She emerges ...

Such adventures since I've been gone.

I've gone to the theatre three times.

I've been out dining 5 or 6 times in the past weeks.

I've gone to a conference and have taken care of a major professional obligation without major catastrophe.

I've lost one car. Or killed it. Given up on it. Become a pedestrian and commuter. Walked more. Oh, and knitting on buses and trains? Who needs a car, at these gas prices.

I've discovered that I've knit a sock NOT to gauge. There will a brief interlude for second sock syndrome on that pair.

I've (ahem) shopped for yarn. S.E.X. And I've managed to carefully stow it away properly, though I haven't catalogued it. That seemed like overkill at the time.

I've had a summer cold, and the farmer's market is well on its way to curing me.

I've discovered that the only appealing knitting while having a summer cold is the cotton dishcloth.

More another day. Much to catch up off-blog.