Day of Rest??

Let’s see . . . did three loads of laundry; thoroughly dusted and vacuumed my bedroom; washed all the bedding (including Chappy’s); helped Dad with computer questions; did my taxes (a whole $3.52 back from the state of New Jersey!); remade my bed (a big project, what with the feather bed and down comforter and their covers–like trying to deal with huge, heavy, floppy pillows and their cases); gave Chappy a haircut; took Chappy for a walk; helped with dinner; sewed the zipper into my sweater; took about 4″ off the hood of my sweater . . . I think that’s about everything . . . not exactly relaxing, but very productive!

For photographs:

dscn0692 Here’s Chappy before his haircut.

dscn0696 And here’s Chappy after:

furcut I know they don’t look that much different, really (especially since you can’t get a good look at his feet and under his ears . . . or really even the length of the fur on his ears–but they were starting to drag in his food dish and trust me, the fur is shorter). But as proof that he really got a good haircut, here’s how much fur I took off.

And then the sweater:

dscn0617  The “before,” with its ridiculously long hood and the glaringly-different green zipper. (You can click on the picture for a better view, if you want.)

The “during” you saw a couple of days ago, when I pulled out that zipper and pinned in the black one I bought to replace it.

And then the “after.” The black zipper is sewn in, the hood is shortened by almost 4 inches so that it won’t drag the sweater eternally backwards every time I wear it.  (Ditto about the clicking-on-the-photo.)

dscn0701 Obviously, black isn’t the ideal zipper color, but I think it looks much better than that . . . what did they call it? . . . mint green one. You can see the cocoon of yarn I made as I unravelled the top of the hood at the top left of the picture. You know, I’d almost forgotten how truly luscious Debbie Bliss’s Cashmerino Aran is. So soft and silky and just . . . wonderful! One of these days I’d like to make a sweater out of the Baby version, just to have on in a lighter weight!

As to the wool from yesterday, I’m afraid that some of it may have felted a bit, but I haven’t dug through the bags to check. (Yet. It’s possible that the word “afraid” may be keeping me from doing so, although I really haven’t had time today!) However, I ordered some Indigo Hound wool combs from Carolina Handspun, along with some fleece-wash for next time around. I also ordered a couple of dog slicker brushes the other day when I ordered Chappy some vitamins–I’ll give those a try as cards while the bank account recovers from buying the combs.

As to knitting, I didn’t do any at all last night (too tired), but I have narrowed the edging choices down to two, so . . . it all depends on my mood later . . . I may just skip that last row of lace-pattern and go directly to the edging, or I may do that last pair of rows and start the edging tomorrow. I’m kind of ready to move on to the next step . . . I’m at the point now where I want this [lovely and enjoyable] project done so I can move on to the next one (Peacock Feathers shawl!) with a clear conscience. I do TRY not to have too many projects going at once.

knitfix_1  I know, of course, that February has one more day and all, but I feel really good about what I’ve managed to “fix” as part of this really great for incentive group. I tackled that really big Lopi sweater I’ve had for about 15 years, turning it into a smaller, felted version of itself. I came up with the closing for my hood (which, yes, I know–it wasn’t really a problem, but it could have sat there indefinitely while I tried to figure out what to do with it, so darn it, I’m counting it!). And then I fixed the zipper and hood of my otherwise really nice Debbie Bliss cabled jacket–the first cabling project I ever did. It’s bugged me that it hadn’t come out better in just those two, small areas, and I’m thrilled to have them fixed . . . or at least, fixed enough to wear!

Unfinished Quilt  Now, if I want to be really proud of myself, I’d pick this pile-of-quilt off my floor and finish the poor thing. I redecorated my bedroom 2.5 years ago and figured I would just quickly make a new quilt for my bed to match the new colors . . . I swear, the whole thing is about 90% done. One side of the blue-band to quilt, then the green, and the binding . . . and even the quilting part is as minimal as I could think of–just big zigzags. There’s absolutely no excuse for it still to be heaped in the corner by my chair. No excuse at all . . . I am so ashamed….

Spinning my wheels

Gotland Yesterday, I got a box of Gotland wool–2 pounds of it. It’s got a nice mix of dark and light grays, but . . . you must remember this is my first introduction to raw fiber . . . kind of stinky! Still, all very exciting.

Being that it’s Saturday and the one day of the week I get to go fun and exciting places, I dragged Mom with me today to “The Spinnery” in Frenchtown NJ–about the only spinning store I know of in the entire state. It’s about an hour’s drive, so it wasn’t quite as far as I was afraid it would be.

First, it’s a lovely store–nice layout, lots of books and magazines as well as things for knitters, spinners, weavers, and dyers (though obviously in different proportions). Big, sunny windows, baskets of yarn, baskets of roving, baskets of handspun yarns . . . nice. There was a beginner’s spinning class going on when we got there–all about carding your wool, at the point we were there. (They obviously like to begin at the beginning there!) A non-handy woman came in with a handwoven blanket that her new dog, um, ate, asking if there was anything they could do–and the owner left the spinning lesson to say that they would try. (I believe the woman’s mother made the blanket and she wanted to get it fixed before she noticed.) It was very nice of them, I thought, to help. Nice, inviting place.

The bad news, though, is that they didn’t have either of the two things I really wanted to buy today–wool combs and some kind of fleece wash. (You remember the stinky Gotland from the beginning of this post, don’t you?) The woman behind the counter offered to order combs for me, but well, who knows when I’ll get down that way again, so I thanked her and said I’d order them on the internet. I picked up a maintenance kit for my spinning wheel–just to have the chance to buy something–and that was that.

Tonight, after supper, I decided that I couldn’t stand that box of wool sitting in the kitchen any longer, and so put the wool in two net, sweater-washing bags, filled the washing machine with hot water and some dishwashing detergent, added the wool and let soak . . . Yuck! Dark brown water. Blech . . . Empty, spin, repeat . . . ick. Still brown water AND a residue at the bottom of the machine. (I really don’t want to think about what that was . . . I’m going to tell myself it was mud and just move mentally onward.)

Anyway, 5 repeats later, the water was still brown and I’d succeeded in emptying our hot water heater of all its hot water. (Meaning no shower for me tonight!) Frustrating, and I’m not sure what else to do here. . . . but in the meantime, the bags of wool are on the guest room floor (with a gate blocking the door so Chappy doesn’t go in and roll on them). The wool is definitely cleanER, but . . . if the water looks like tea it can’t actually be clean! This whole “raw-wool” thing is new to me, of course, but so far . . . well . . . buying roving is much, much easier!

I didn’t get any work done on my pi-shawl tonight–I figured I was on the last row before the edging, and it would be prudent to pick an edging pattern FIRST so that I would know where I needed to be in terms of right-side/wrong-side in relation to which side the edging’s, er, edge is on in relation to the actual shawl so that it all comes out right. (Believe me, it made sense in my head, anyway!) Besides which, all that wool-washing and driving wore me out!

And, oh yes, my lungs feel better today (that Vicks Vapo-Steam is wonderful stuff) . . . not perfect, but definitely better than yesterday. Which is good, you know, because I pretty much felt lousy last night . . .

Bookish Game

I’m not going to write much tonight. I feel kind of wheezy and asthma-ish today (which is unusual because I do not–or did not–have asthma). There’s usually–almost always–a little congestion in my sinuses and a little cough in the mornings, but today my lungs just feel . . . tight. I’m not liking it very much! When I got home from work I made some tea with honey/lemon/brandy (which usually helps any kind of coughing/sore throat–it’s highly recommended), and right now I’ve got my humidifier going with some Vicks liquid. My room smells very menthol-y, but what can you do? Next step is take my shower (maybe a little hotter and steamier than usual), make some more tea, and then settle in front of the tv with my book and my knitting for the evening. It should be the next-to-last night on the main body of my pi-are-square shawl, and then I’ll start the edging.

Speaking of books.

I got this from Rose (http://rosebyany.blogspot.com/) who got it from http://www.littleturtleknits.com/blog/ who got it from . . . well, you get the idea. It’s the Bookish Game!

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don’t search around and look for the “coolest” book you can find. Do what’s actually next to you

Making a show about it–stretching it out just a little–Jim reached into his pocket and pulled out the Book.
(from “I Dare”, by Sharon Lee and Steve Miller)

What is yours?

Knitting Cycles

So, Annie from http://knittygritty.spatterdash.org/ was mentioning how there seems to be a lot of chatter about knitting machines lately. I commented that I had lost interest in knitting in the mid-90s because it suddenly seemed that machine knitting had taken over the town’s LYS and I was bored with the lack of interesting new patterns and books, and maybe knitting goes in cycles?

She wrote back:

“You’re right, Deb. And it’s funny that you mention someone else wrote something about machine knitting today. I think that blogs go in cycles too. It seems that there is a topic that a lot of people write about almost spontaneously for some reason. Weird. I guess we’re all on the same wavelength. :)

To which I responded “Which also explains some of the “epidemics” of specific patterns, like the Clapotis . . . (grin).

She said that it sounded like I had a blog entry right there, and so . . . here it is!

What do you think?

And here–a Snowy Day Meme:

1. What is your ideal way to spend a snowy (or rainy, if you don’t get snow) day? Curled up with my dog, a cup of tea, a good book and/or my knitting–maybe playing some Scrabble and eating popcorn.

2. How do you ACTUALLY spend your snowy days? Digging out my car, some shoveling, playing with Chappy and then trying to get the snow melted out of his fur . . . although there’s usually some sitting and reading in there, too–but by then, I’m too tired to really enjoy it!

3. What do you wear on your feet around the house on a snowy day? Homemade socks? Slippers? I usually wear a pair of slip-on Keds Champions–they make great slippers–comfortable, mold to my feet, sturdy enough to run out to the mailbox if I have to, and they stay on my feet–I hate mules and such that slide off!

4. What do you eat/snack on on a snowy day? I tend to snack more when it’s snowing outside. Love popcorn if I can get it (my pretty glass popper broke), brownies, fresh cookies . . . but I’m happy with cups of tea if that’s the best I can do. And, we usually end up eating pasta for supper–a holdover from the days when Mom wouldn’t know when Dad would make it home from work and wanted to be able to cook dinner fast when ready.

5. Do you like snowy days? Or hate them? I like them–especially when I can stay home from work. It’s a holdover from when I was a kid and would get out of school. And once in a while, being trapped inside by the weather is a good thing!

6. Who are you going to send this to? Jessica from “Tangled Up in Yarn.”; Lu from “Maglia”, Marcia from Spinnerella’s Attic, and Annie from “Knitty Gritty” for inspiring this original post in the first place!

Pet-icure

Nail Grinder Does this look scary to you? Frightening or threatening in any way? Because Chappy (checking it out, to make sure it’s safe for me to take its photo) absolutely hates the thing.

I’ve been neglectful of doing his nails lately, and last night told him that absolutely must work on them–you can hear him walking around from the far end of the house, and it can’t be comfortable to walk on those long nails. Of course, he insisted he was fine, and going one more day wouldn’t hurt . . . but, well, can you believe them when they tell you these things??

So I pulled him in my lap, liver treats near to hand. Grinded the nails on one paw. (Good Boy! Have a treat.) Ground nails on paw number 2. (Very good! Here’s another treat!) Three nails into paw three . . . the whirring head caught in the long fur on his toes and, well, ground to a halt. Ouch! Quickly turned it off, untangled it, gave him a bonus treat, rubbed the paw where the fur had been pulled . . . poor boy! And when I turned it on again . . . let’s just say he was not a happy camper. He still sat and let me do his nails . . . Well, mostly. He sits very still, but moves the paw around so I can’t hold it still . . . which is what I tell him causes accidents like the grinder getting tangled, but does he listen?? Anyway, we finished the fourth paw, bonus treats all around, and then he sat on the rug, sulking, and licking at his nails. I’m sure I heard him grumbling to himself, “I can do this myself. She doesn’t need that thing. It’s just a torture device. I swear she pulled out half the fur on my foot…”

You must realize that Chappy is generally the sunniest of dogs and is not normally prone to sulking. Still, using a nail grinder is far, far better in my book than using clippers. I tried those and managed small accidental cuts that drew a drop or two of blood until one time when Katy jerked her foot at just the wrong moment and it took 30 minutes to get the blood to stop. I much prefer using my Dremel!! (And have been known to resort to really rough emory boards in a pinch–quiet and almost as effective–and you don’t even have to look at what you’re doing.)

For any dog-owners interested, the best–by far–instructions I’ve ever read on using a Dremel on your dog’s nails is located at www.DoberDawn.com site. Highly recommended.

Brooks Farm  To get back to knitting content, my second order of Brooks Farm yarn came today. Yummy color! These two yarns are going to look fabulous together. Now I just need to decide what to do with them…

I want to get some spinning done tonight–what with all the mending, it wasn’t possible last night and I wouldn’t want my pretty purple roving to feel neglected!

Lastly, here’s an article from today’s Boston Globe on sock knitting, which I read about on Katherine’s blog. Interesting!

The Joy of Socks

Fixing…

knitfix_1 The first thing you have to know is that I hate mending. I’d almost rather throw a piece of clothing away than try to fix it. (I did say “almost.”) Sewing on buttons: no problem; fixing a hem: not my favorite, but okay; but once you get beyond that . . . patches, tears, darning . . . I have no interest and no skill at it. And even the basics, well, I tend to put them off as long as possible.

That said, you should be very proud of me tonight. I fixed the buttons on my coat–they hadn’t quite fallen off yet, but one was awfully close. So, I tightened all of them so that I can wear my favorite coat (with a hood) tomorrow in the snow.

And THEN,

dscn0701 Well, I’m not quite finished yet, but I pulled out the ugly zipper in my Debbie Bliss Cabled Jacket (you know the one, on the cover of Book 4). The one thing I didn’t think of when I picked this lovely apple-green yarn (yes, despite the washed-out photo, it is apple-green) was the fact that they apparently don’t make zippers this color. The closest I was able to come was a pale green, which always looked terrible when zipped. So, I decided that a black one would be better–it still won’t match, but it’s a neutral and dark enough to “blend” a little more with the shadow between the two sides . . . or so I hope! (It was that, or silver, what could I do?)

Anyway, I pulled out the old zipper and pinned in the new . . . which was a challenge, I must tell you. My seam ripper is old and apparently very, very dull, and I managed to stitch through the thread more often than you would think possible, so, well, now my shoulder is sore, so the actual sewing-in of the new zipper is going to have to wait–probably until the weekend. At which time, I hope also to unravel an inch or two off the top of the hood, which is rather ridiculously long. It looks okay when worn, but when not (which, let’s face it, is most of the time), it hangs down to the small of my back, and the weight of it drags the entire sweater backwards . . . awkward to wear. She looks a little indignant about the wait, don’t you think?

Chappy was very interested by the whole sewing thing. I made sure he stayed far enough away from the sharp needle and seam ripper and pins. He wanted to get closer to see, he wanted to come closer and sniff into my sewing basket, but I was mean and wouldn’t let him. So he stretched out on the floor and looked bored, instead. I would have taken a picture, but my camera battery is recharging and, what can I say?

State of Mine

I’ve seen this on a couple different blogs lately, and thought it was interesting

bold the states I’ve visited, underline the states I’ve lived in and italicize the state I’m in now… (That last was easy, I’ve only ever lived in one state!)

Alabama / Alaska / Arizona / Arkansas / California / Colorado / Connecticut / Delaware / Florida / Georgia / Hawaii / Idaho / Illinois / Indiana / Iowa / Kansas / Kentucky / Louisiana / Maine / Maryland / Massachusetts / Michigan / Minnesota / Mississippi / Missouri / Montana / Nebraska / Nevada / New Hampshire / New Jersey / New Mexico / New York / North Carolina / North Dakota / Ohio / Oklahoma / Oregon / Pennsylvania / Rhode Island / South Carolina / South Dakota / Tennessee / Texas / Utah / Vermont / Virginia / Washington / West Virginia / Wisconsin / Wyoming / Washington D.C /

Go HERE to have a form generate the HTML for you.

Pi Progress

PiRSquare Well, I’m making progress on my pi-are-square shawl. Here it is stretched out across my bookcase again (about the only way I can get it to show the stitches). I probably should have knitted a couple of extra demarcation rows between the increase sections, to differentiate the lace patterns more, but . . . I’m not going back now! I haven’t decided how much longer to make it, either. The next-to-last increase section had two-repeats of a 12-row lace pattern (Travelling Vine). The section I’m on, I’m midway through the fourth repeat of a different 12-row pattern . . . so by rights, I should be just a few rows away from completing that section. But . . . it looks almost the same length. Not that that necessarily matters! I had to move a pile of books, my alarm clock, a candlestick, and a photo of me and Katy to take this picture . . . my feeling is it’s close enough to long enough! Then I’ll just have the edging to do, and it’s done!

Of course, deciding on which edging pattern I want to do would be helpful . . .

Oh, and for those of you who voted, I did order a skein of Coral mohair from Brooks Farm to go with my Duet. It’s going to look just smashing!

Snowbound

As luck would have it, my office is closed today for President’s Day–for the first time ever–and it conveniently coordinated with about 8″ of fresh snow. It’s even luckier that I didn’t have to be to work at 8:00 because our driveway wasn’t cleared of snow until12:30 . . . my Volvo is good in the snow, but getting past that heap left by the street plows would have been too much for her!

So, I’ve spent the morning cleaning off my car, throwing snowballs for Chappy to chase, and then giving him a bath to melt the snowballs he brought back inside with him. And reading. There is something very nice about curling up on the couch with a sleepy dog and a good book. (The Liaden series by Sharon Lee & Steve Miller–one of the only books/series written by a team that I actually like. Very “space opera,” but fun . . . good snowy-day reading.)

Purple I filled up my first bobbin of purple wool yesterday. (Or, well, finished filling it–I’ve been working on it for about a week. How do some people spin so fast?) I’m really happy with the way this is coming out. The singles is more regular and even than any I’ve spun before, and while still not perfect, that’s an encouraging thing. It’s very nice roving, too. (I apologize for the photo being a bit blurred–it was the closest to “real” color of any I took.)

Koigu socks  I also did the heels on my Koigu socks. Here’s the picture I took after the first one. I love doing both socks at the same time, via the Magic Loop method, and I definitely prefer the short-row heel method, but trying to do both heels at the same time is a little too difficult, so I do one entire heel before moving onto the second sock. It’s only once both of them are done that I go back to knitting both socks at the same time. I’ve knitted a few rows past the heels now, and am going to do ribbing for the rest . . . I just haven’t quite decided which kind of ribbing!

And anyway, I’m still tired from yesterday. My sister, brother-in-law, and nephew all came down to help celebrate Mom’s birthday (and to pick up my niece, who’d been here since Friday.) I made goulash for dinner, per Mom’s request, and of course, there was birthday cake which I unfortunately did not think to take a picture of . . . a heart-shaped yellow cake/chocolate frosting, using my grandmother’s recipe (which is forever known in my family as “Grandma Cake” despite the fact that she’s been gone for almost 20 years).

It was a nice weekend, and a special treat to have my niece here. We had wanted to pick up a movie on Saturday, but forgot, so on the way home from dinner, we pulled into Barnes & Noble and picked up an assortment… Ray, Shall We Dance, De-Lovely. Ray was our first choice for the night, but it’s 2.5 hours long and there wasn’t enough time, so we went with Shall We Dance . . . put it in . . . hit Play . . . wait, there’s a Japanese logo on the screen. Okay, it’s based on a Japanese movie maybe they’re just giving credit . . . um . . . why are there subtitles? We picked up the wrong one! Instead of the Richard Gere/Susan Sarandon/JLo version, we got the Original. Now, by all accounts the original was better (Mom and I had actually seen it, but haven’t seen the remake to be able to judge) but it wasn’t going to do for our family viewing tonight. (Dad has no patience for subtitles!) But . . . how silly is that?? Oh well! We ended up watching “Little Black Book” . . . again . . . because Mom loved the Carly Simon and Dad and niece hadn’t seen it. Twice in one week is a little much for that movie . . .

Okay, I think I’m going to go make some banana bread with the overflow of yellow fruit downstairs. And if I’m really smart, I’ll work on the zipper in my green jacket for the February Fix . . . I’m running out of weekends!

Which Century, Again?

I’m pretty sure the calendar on the wall says it’s the 21st century, but I’m writing this by candlelight, wrapped in my knitted shawl. I considered spinning for a while, but the candlelight wasn’t quite enough to be comfortable, although I could knit perfectly well if I needed to.

As you may have gathered, we have no electricity. It’s particularly fun this time around since my niece is here for a visit. As she said, “It’s interesting experiencing a power outage in someone else’s house.” The lights went out at 9:00–a pretty convenient time, all in all. Things like dinner and showers were already done, the dishwasher had run; all we were doing was watching television. And yet, it was only an hour or so before bedtime, so if the house were to get too cold, we could all just turn in early. I mean, sure, if it had happened a little earlier, we could have gotten out the Scrabble board and played a game, but . . . no real complaints. I wasn’t even in the middle of a pi-shawl row of lace knitting, but was working on my socks instead. According to the power company’s emergency number, power is due to come back around 3:00 am . . . so, we’re hoping things will be normal for breakfast.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. If there’s no electricity, how on earth is Debbie writing a blog entry? Ah, the miracles of modern science and laptop batteries! It’s 10:00 right now, as I write. I haven’t decided yet if I’m going to just save this as a Word doc and post it in the morning, or if I’ll try getting online through the buzz-hiss of dial-up . . . but yes, the entry is being written to the gentle accompaniment of softly melting candle wax. And really, isn’t that one of the most soothing scents? Just ordinary wax candles? (Maybe a vanilla scented one, but nothing else!) Love that… it’s like the essence of birthdays and Christmases all rolled up in a tiny circle of warmth.

When I was in college, my senior year, I used to read by candle light just before going to bed–so I wouldn’t have to get up to turn off the ceiling light. Every night, I’d close my eyes to that last, tiny ember and a whiff of wax and wick . . . a nice, last, soothing presence before going to sleep.

And so, now, that’s where I’m going. If I can get a candle propped high enough on my bedside bookcase, that’s exactly what I’ll be doing tonight. G’night!

The Polls are Open!

Okay, so IF I decided to buy another skein from Brooks Farm . . . I can’t decide which color combination I like best.

020034santafe01 I have this yarn–a worsted weight wool/mohair blend, which is just luscious! It’s their “Duet” in the “Santa Fe” colorway.

I want to blend it with a different “Primero” yarn–a fingering weight kid-mohair that’s got the most unbelievably soft, smooth texture . . . I still can’t believe it’s mohair. The color I bought is beautiful, but it’s basically exactly the same shads as the “Santa Fe,” just different proportion of brown-to-blue. So, I want to mix in a little extra color. But I can’t make up my mind

cloudloft_gif There’s the “Cloudloft,” which looks like it’s got the same shade of blue duplicated, but also has some purples and greens to add to the mix. Overall, it’s a cooler color theme than the Santa Fe, but since the blue would overlap, it would probably blend really nicely.

Or,

coral_gif  There’s the “Coral Honeysuckle” a blend of coral pink and yellow. It doesn’t have any of the same colors as the Duet, but they’re both warm colors and would probably coordinate well, as well as being a little unexpected.

So, I’m stumped. Which one to choose? Since the “Duet” is the heavier weight yarn, its color will dominate when I knit both together, so I think that the “Primero” will come across more as an accent than an equal-partner, color-wise.

Any opinions/votes would be appreciated. This yarn is too beautiful to ruin with a bad color combination. (Not to mention too expensive to ruin!)

Our voting will be as follows:

* Use the Duet Santa Fe on its own

* Use the Duet Santa Fe with the Copper River originally purchased

* Use the Duet Santa Fe with the Cloudloft

* Use the Duet Santa Fe with the Coral Honeysuckle

Lacy thoughts

 Not only two knitting magazines this week, but now the Patternworks catalog, too!

Just what I need . . . more temptation.

dscn0643 Ooh, my Brooks mohair came today, too! I don’t have a picture yet, but the colors are lovely. My only quandry . . . the two skeins are actually SO similar in color that I don’t think there will be enough contrast if I knit them together. The proportions of blue-to-brown is different in each, and the texture is very different . . . though deliciously soft for both . . .

Hmm . . . so, I’m thinking that maybe, just maybe, I could buy another coordinating skein and then save one of these two to knit up by itself . . . Or, is that silly??

(Look who I’m asking. Everybody knows the online knitting community is made up of notorious enablers! But really, isn’t that part of the fun? Knowing we’re not alone in our addiction? Heaven knows my family doesn’t get it!)

I finished reading “Creating your Own Original Handknit Lace” last night. A good, informative book, but I probably would have gotten more out of it if I had given the swatches a try, to see how the stitches behaved themselves. And while I appreciated reading how she developed some of her own designs–the steps she went through, the modifications she needed to make upon swatching–they didn’t really show me how to design lace that I might want to make–just how to make hers. That’s probably my fault in the reading, though. It was well written and certainly there’s nothing else out there like it. I just like reading technical kinds of books on techniques I may never actually use–at least the knowledge is in my head if not in my hands!

One thing I would like to state here and now, though. I like charts for lace, I really do. The pattern I’m using now in my pi shawl is charted and it makes it much easier to follow. However (you knew there had to be a “however”), the fact that almost every writer and designer around uses a different coding system drives me nuts! You just get used to one and then you move to a different pattern and suddenly a dot doesn’t mean purl anymore. Or it means it, but the writer is charting what you see on the right side of the fabric rather than what you’re knitting from the wrong side. Or a symbol you’re used to meaning one thing suddenly means something else. It drives me bonkers. Why, oh why, can’t we all just get along?

dscn0644 Finally . . . a photo of my dear little boy. He was curled up in his crate, all tucked up in his towel, when I got up to take that picture of my new yarn. Naturally, he wanted to see if he could help, so he got up and, well, brought his towel with him. Need I say how much I enjoy watching him maneuvering that towel around himself? You try covering yourself up just using your teeth!

Too Good to Eat

It’s been a good week for knitting magazines–Monday I got the new issue of “Interweave Knits” in my mailbox, and yesterday, “Knitters.” I have a hard time getting excited about Spring and Summer issues, though. I’m pretty much never going to wear a knitted tank top, and can’t say the thought of knitting one–or any of the other summer-weight knits–gives me the least bit of a thrill. (Don’t get me wrong, they’re both nice issues, just . . . I’m already looking forward to the Fall 2005 issues!)

scoopit Still, I did like this sweater in “Knitters”:

It’s called “Scoop It” and I like the shape; I like the buckle detail at the neckline; I very much like the detail down the cuff of the sleeve. It looks both pretty and wearable. Classy, yet interesting. Not bad at all!

It occurred to me, as I finished twisting my dried, blue-green yarn into skeins last night, that I have yet to summon up the . . . courage (?) . . . to knit any of my handspun yarn. And I wonder why.

I’m not sure “courage” is the right word, first of all. The yarn (after the first really bad skein) has come out pretty nicely and it both looks and feels appealing. I’m not worried about how it will perform, not worried about its breaking. I’m not afraid that I’ll decide that, after all the work, I hate it. I’m not even concerned that the little bit of twist left in that slightly “energized” yarn is going to cause design problems.

Is it maybe that I’m so used to using commercial yarn, I have yet to make the mental leap to knitting something that doesn’t come with a label? (Hey, if that was the only problem, I could make a label!) I mean, I do have quite a nice stash of ready-made yarn just waiting to be turned into something beautiful. And certainly I can’t spin at the fingering weight yet, so sock or lace yarn does still need to be purchased. But I’m not sure that that’s the problem, either.

The little inkling glimmering in the back of my brain is that what’s holding me up is not fear of the yarn working up to standard, but rather the fear that, no matter what I try to turn it into, it won’t be as satisfying as it is right now, rolled into its nice little skein. There’s something very rewarding about having turned roving into yarn, and as it sits right now, it’s just . . . perfect as it is, no matter what “designer” flaws it may have.

Not being a gardner, I’m guessing it’s something similar to taking a ripe, juicy tomato from your garden and being just so smitten with its ruby perfection that the idea of cutting it–even for a salad–is almost sacrilege. I’ve got these perfectly ripe skeins of homemade yarn . . . if I cut into them, will they still be as perfect? Will my knitted “salad” be worthy?

And people wonder why I get my food from the grocery store rather than growing it myself… It’s a wonder I can manage that first slice into freshly-baked bread, huh? Although, of course, yarn doesn’t get moldy if you try to store it!

Attack of the . . .

So, first of all . . . thank all of you who came by to check out my new header. I appreciate it. I’ve gotten over 500 hits today which just about blew me away. I appreciate all the help . . . a lot!

Now, for the fun stuff.

Roving First, look at the yummy wool I’m spinning. Lovely purples, blues, and just a hint of burgandy. Anyway, it’s soft and lovely, and coming along very nicely. I’ve only got about 4 oz. of it, and I don’t know what I’ll do when I’m done with it, but . . . it’s nice to spin!

Let’s see, what else?

Well! I’m so glad you asked!

So, tonight, there I was, calmly sitting, knitting and watching TV, when there was a small flick of a thump on the back of my chair, right near my ear. What could have hit my chair? Mom is sewing, Chappy’s asleep in front of me . . . I don’t have any stitch-protectors balanced nearby that would have made a similar sound (not to mention, how would one have fallen next to my ear?). . . So, naturally, I’m curious.

I twisted around to peer down over the arm of the chair . . . and . . . yikes! A spider. A big spider. As in, about 2.5″ across. Just sitting there, calm as you please, on the wall by the baseboard. The darn thing almost fell on my head! I’m not usually spider-phobic, but this was too close a call!

And so, I carelessly said something like, “Oh God.” Which made my mother turn around to look . . . and there you go. Pure chaos. She squealed and jumped up. Chappy jumped up and started barking. Mom called for Dad and ran for the vacuum cleaner, and by the time he got downstairs . . . Where’d the spider go? How does such a huge bug disappear so quickly??

Dad and I start dragging furniture out of the way–the chair, the table, the folded crate against the wall . . . the couch . . . Chappy’s toy box . . . We’re running out of things to move, and no sign of the spider anywhere. Mom, meanwhile, is standing there with the vacuum cleaner hose, poking it into the field of play every couple seconds, with all the demeanor of a soldier in hostile territory. Chappy is running around, loving this new Move-the-Furniture game and jumping up on the chair so he can look, too. Finally, Dad and I turned the chair over and there it was! Clinging to the bottom of the chair. Mom sucked it up, shouting, “I’ve got it! I got it!”

Phew! Things went back to normal. We slid all the furniture back into place. Mom got a drink of water. I folded up my knitting (not exactly in the right frame of mind anymore!). And (this is the best part), as I sat down, I noticed that the TV show was just coming back from commercial break. I called (quite calmly, you know) to Mom, “It’s back.” She jumped back in the room, “What? It’s back!

I did of course explain, but for some reason, she was rather jumpy for the rest of the night….

dscn0640 Now, I’ve got to go and log in the latest additions to my library . . . Sometimes I really wonder if I have a Problem . . . but, really! I have a book habit to support!

Oh, and one other thing. I’m reading “The Power of One” on ‘Maryellen’s recommendation.

At the beginning of chapter two, there was this paragraph, which I rather appreciated:

Nanny and I had a good old weep on the last evening at home. She packed my khaki shorts and shirts and two pairs of pajamas and a bright red jumper my mother had sent from the nervous breakdown place. We laughed and laughed, in between crying of course, because one sleeve was about ten inches shorter than the other. Nervous breakdowns probably do that sort of thing to people’s knitting.

And on that note . . . good night!

Heads Up Again (?)

Okay . . . modified header . . . same background, different text, different color text-outline, and larger to look at, yet smaller file size . . .

(EDITED): Or is it? I checked the header, it was new; I posted that I’d made an update, and . . . it’s showing the old one. I’m working on it!

Heads Up!

Opinions, please!

I made a header for the top of my page, and I’m not sure if I’m happy with it. I’d love to know what you think. (For one, I don’t know what to do to make it stretch to fit, but that’s another issue!)

Also, though, I made a button that you (yes, you!) can borrow for your own page if you’d like to link to mine and well, have a button! (Please, of course, do copy and paste it, instead of linking to the image on my site.)

I also shipped out 3 RAOKs yesterday (4 if you count the envelope I mailed to a non-fibery friend). I can’t remember ever shipping out so many things in one day! Three RAOK boxes, one large box with a humidifier I had to return because it leaked, a box of Mom’s, and that padded envelope. Juggling it all into the post office was fun! (I think I should buy some nice shipping envelopes….!)

Meanwhile, V-Day is over, Mom had a good birthday, it’s stopped raining, and I got knitting done on both my pi shawl and my socks, as well as some spinning done. AND my blue/green yarn is hanging to dry even as we speak. It’s still a little twisty–I didn’t get it as balanced as I would have liked–but it looks good and I’m happy with it, and really, isn’t that what matters?

We got some bad news last night, though. My one-and-only uncle was just diagnosed with lung cancer. They haven’t established a treatment yet, and we don’t know how serious it is, but, well, it’s lung cancer which killed my grandfather (on the other side). If you wouldn’t mind, please say a prayer for my Dad’s only brother.

Happy Birthday!

And also . . . it’s my mother’s birthday today. (Let’s all celebrate!) I took the day off and went shopping with her this morning. Nice day despite the rainy/snowy weather.

It’s also the birthday of Pam, one of my college friends. She, I’m sure, is not suffering snow at all today, since she lives in Hawaii!

Happy Valentine’s Birthday to you both!

Sweet Chocolate Valentine

Well, I may not have a boyfriend, but I got a Valentine this morning anyway!

CardCard Do I have the sweetest, chocolate dog, or what?

Naturally, the feeling is mutual….

Grafton

Well, I didn’t get to my February-Fix project of the day, but I did get a lot of spinning things done.

Blue and Green I turned these singles

Blue and Green into this yarn:

Blue and Green Or, for a more interesting photo:
And, lest you worry, this is neatly tied into a skein off my too-small niddy-noddy. I did not heap it on the table in one big tangle just to provide you with this photo! The color is a little over-exposed, though. (You’d think a Nikon Coolpix would like flash photography more than this does.) The plyed yarn-on-bobbins above is a more accurate color rendering of the actual yarn. Now I just have to set the twist, let it dry, and decide what to do with it!

Elsewhere, in other weekend news, Mom and I went to dinner last night with the wife of one of my Dad’s golfing buddies, who also came back to the house afterwards and watched “Little Black Book” with us (which my mother, being a huge Carly Simon fan, loved). We had a nice evening. And yesterday morning, we went to a local coffee shop and got beverages and yummies while Mom read the paper and I knitted. Just as something different (and inexpensive) for a Saturday morning.

I also stayed up late last night, reading a new “Pern” book by Todd McCaffrey (son of the original author, Anne McCaffrey). It was much better than the joint effort, YA-ish book they came out with last year, and since this is a series of books I’ve adored since high school, I was just thrilled to see it (and even more thrilled that it was good). I started it about 10:00 and stayed up until 1:30 to finish it. Still, though, it wasn’t as good as his mother’s books . . .

Today, I did spinning things (as noted above). I also got 3 RAOK packages ready to mail and just now decided to whom to send them. I’m taking tomorrow off work. Valentine’s Day can be moderately depressing, no matter how content I normally am about being single. (I don’t even want to tell you how long it’s been since I had a date–it can be measured in annum rather than diem!) But . . . more importantly . . . it’s my Mother’s birthday! I made a lasagne for tomorrow’s dinner, and am taking time off work to spend the day with her–something I’m looking forward to. Next weekend will be the family celebration, delayed because of Dad’s Florida trip, so I want her day tomorrow to be fun.

The Music Thing

Okay, Maryellen tagged me:

1) The amount of music files on my computer. Absolutely none, unless it came with the computer… I’m a CD-girl.

2) Last CD I purchased. “Voices for Gilda” a double-cd for “Friends of Gilda.” It just arrived from Amazon today, and I haven’t had a chance to listen to it yet.

3) What was the song you last listened to before being tagged. Um . . . Carly Simon’s “Let the River Run,” which played at the end of the “Little Black Book” movie, which I just watched with Mom.

4) My four favorite songs: Well, I don’t really have favorites, but…

  • Let’s Get Married” The Proclaimers
  • Human Again” from the Beauty and the Beast Broadway album. (Yes, seriously!)
  • The Pearl Fishers: Au Fond Du Temple Saint” by Bizet, one of the most beautiful opera duets ever.
  • Our Love is Here to Stay” by George Gershwin (used to sing it as a lullaby to my niece when she was a baby)
  • I Knew I Loved you” by Savage Garden (very “boy’s band,” I know, but I heard the song the day before I brought Katy home and it’s forever tied together with my memories of her. It’s known in our family as “The Katy Song.” *
  • And (bonus!), almost anything by the Beatles . . . can’t name just one tune!

5) The three people I’m tagging are: No-one. I’m sure there are some out there who haven’t yet been tagged, but there aren’t many!

* And, no, Chappy doesn’t have his own song . . . yet.