...can be crazy
White on Green
Green on White
Yellow on Green and White
Sunday, December 05, 2010
Thursday, December 02, 2010
Winter
December 1 it snowed. Someone must have pushed the button. It has been quite nippy since then, and the snow has never completely left.
Little ones fight with me over coats, hats, scarves, mitts and boots. Official notes have come from school assuring all that these things are necessary. When I went to pick the littlest one up today, his ears and nose were red from just having come in from recess -- without his hat.
Bad weather and feeling ill has driven me to more knitting, surrounded by hot drinks and netflix. I have two and a half of the bands done on the fair-isle sweater. It is so much fun, and I just love the Jo Sharp yarn.
Well, it's 8:10, and bed is calling. Tomorrow I shall try to upload pictures.
December 1 it snowed. Someone must have pushed the button. It has been quite nippy since then, and the snow has never completely left.
Little ones fight with me over coats, hats, scarves, mitts and boots. Official notes have come from school assuring all that these things are necessary. When I went to pick the littlest one up today, his ears and nose were red from just having come in from recess -- without his hat.
Bad weather and feeling ill has driven me to more knitting, surrounded by hot drinks and netflix. I have two and a half of the bands done on the fair-isle sweater. It is so much fun, and I just love the Jo Sharp yarn.
Well, it's 8:10, and bed is calling. Tomorrow I shall try to upload pictures.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Gnut has joined the family, the kids are back in school, and I started anitbiotics.
The weekend remained uneventful, except for a tree and decorating.
I frogged a nasty cowl, and finished some mitts for baby girl:
I wasted most of the morning finishing the ribbing on this crazy fair-isle sweater and starting the body of it. I forgot to change needle sizes. This afternoon I ripped it, and this evening caught back up.
I'm going to bed!
The weekend remained uneventful, except for a tree and decorating.
I frogged a nasty cowl, and finished some mitts for baby girl:
I wasted most of the morning finishing the ribbing on this crazy fair-isle sweater and starting the body of it. I forgot to change needle sizes. This afternoon I ripped it, and this evening caught back up.
I'm going to bed!
Friday, November 26, 2010
Knitting .500
Cloistered with a germ-bag, as my father has affectionately named the little ones, has given much knitting time. And yet, I'm knitting .500.
Finished a gift cowl. It's alright. Knit another for myself. It looks like fiberous poop.
Knit a gift for hubby while he's been gone. Nasty and ripped it.
Now I'm knitting a swatch for a gnome.
Besides the typical medicines one administers in times like this, we have been administering steady doses of technology. For those of you who don't know us, we have no TV. We still manage to do adequate brain rotting via computers and DVDs.
What're you doing?
Cloistered with a germ-bag, as my father has affectionately named the little ones, has given much knitting time. And yet, I'm knitting .500.
Finished a gift cowl. It's alright. Knit another for myself. It looks like fiberous poop.
Knit a gift for hubby while he's been gone. Nasty and ripped it.
Now I'm knitting a swatch for a gnome.
Besides the typical medicines one administers in times like this, we have been administering steady doses of technology. For those of you who don't know us, we have no TV. We still manage to do adequate brain rotting via computers and DVDs.
What're you doing?
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Stalked by the Silent P
Pneumonia has entered the house.
I will be disinfecting today, caring for the wee one, coughing, disinfecting and knitting on my first moebius. Seems appropriate.
For those interested, the yarn is Colinette Iona, and the cast on is a la Cat Bordhi's youtube video. One casts on a double sided circular row with a half twist in it. You end up knitting an endless twist circle, kind of like something M. C. Escher would have drawn. Pretty amazing.
Someone, usually me, always seems to be sick on Thanksgiving. One year, I was bearly able to walk. We went to Kroger and bought sliced turkey lunchmeat for our meal. Quite depressing.
This year, I am to cook a ham for 15. And today I am to cook a meal for a friend who had an operation last week. We'll see how that goes!
Pneumonia has entered the house.
I will be disinfecting today, caring for the wee one, coughing, disinfecting and knitting on my first moebius. Seems appropriate.
For those interested, the yarn is Colinette Iona, and the cast on is a la Cat Bordhi's youtube video. One casts on a double sided circular row with a half twist in it. You end up knitting an endless twist circle, kind of like something M. C. Escher would have drawn. Pretty amazing.
Someone, usually me, always seems to be sick on Thanksgiving. One year, I was bearly able to walk. We went to Kroger and bought sliced turkey lunchmeat for our meal. Quite depressing.
This year, I am to cook a ham for 15. And today I am to cook a meal for a friend who had an operation last week. We'll see how that goes!
Monday, November 22, 2010
Proud Bearer of New Scarf
Self design, I call "Five for five" for my little guy:
He is the cold carrier in this house, and, by golly, he needs to cover that throat and mouth, if for no other reason than to save the others here! The wool is Malabrigo, and oh! so lovely and soft. The "W" in Briggs and Little anniversary edition just seemed to set it off, and hopefully keep it out of the lost and found TRASH BARREL this year. Yep. His school used to have a lost and found table. Now there are two giant trash barrels full of winter coats and single mittens. You could lose a first grader in one of them!
I hope we all sleep well tonight and continue to heal before we are cloistered together for Thanksgiving.
Self design, I call "Five for five" for my little guy:
He is the cold carrier in this house, and, by golly, he needs to cover that throat and mouth, if for no other reason than to save the others here! The wool is Malabrigo, and oh! so lovely and soft. The "W" in Briggs and Little anniversary edition just seemed to set it off, and hopefully keep it out of the lost and found TRASH BARREL this year. Yep. His school used to have a lost and found table. Now there are two giant trash barrels full of winter coats and single mittens. You could lose a first grader in one of them!
I hope we all sleep well tonight and continue to heal before we are cloistered together for Thanksgiving.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
FINISHED FAROESE
The last bit didn't take long at all. After grafting the last 6 stitches together, the sturdy shawl took a soak in some soapy suds. Rinsed in running water, and blocked on the board.
Voila!
As stated before, the irritation (dust?) washed out, and the yarn did soften a bit with the soak.
Still, it is an outerwear kind of yarn, too scratchy for delicate wear.
Starting to swatch for a funky fairisle now.
My honey was out of town today. I inherited a rip-roaring cold from the son who gave me about 20 smooches yesterday, complete with, I believe, a nose-blowing on my cheek.
One child is at Harry Potter, and the other two did this:
As always, the question is, who will put it away?
The last bit didn't take long at all. After grafting the last 6 stitches together, the sturdy shawl took a soak in some soapy suds. Rinsed in running water, and blocked on the board.
Voila!
As stated before, the irritation (dust?) washed out, and the yarn did soften a bit with the soak.
Still, it is an outerwear kind of yarn, too scratchy for delicate wear.
Starting to swatch for a funky fairisle now.
My honey was out of town today. I inherited a rip-roaring cold from the son who gave me about 20 smooches yesterday, complete with, I believe, a nose-blowing on my cheek.
One child is at Harry Potter, and the other two did this:
As always, the question is, who will put it away?
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
Yesterday
All my knitting seems so far away.
Gave to friend the Dr. Horrible project: her mum died and left these sweater pieces, which are truly horrid. She doesn't want to wear them. No. She wants to put them on a scarecrow.
I pieced them together, repaired a couple holes and did the neck and waistband.
Didn't even weave in the ends.
I hope it doesn't give you nightmares.
Then I finished a headband type of hat for little girl. Will have to post the picture later...
Finally, on to working on my Faroese Shawl, as (incorrectly) charted by Meg Swansen. Downloaded the errata, and we're off! I bought the real Faroese yarn from a booth at the Nordic conference. I have learned that the sheep on the Faroe Islands are raised for their meat.
All my knitting seems so far away.
Gave to friend the Dr. Horrible project: her mum died and left these sweater pieces, which are truly horrid. She doesn't want to wear them. No. She wants to put them on a scarecrow.
I pieced them together, repaired a couple holes and did the neck and waistband.
Didn't even weave in the ends.
I hope it doesn't give you nightmares.
Then I finished a headband type of hat for little girl. Will have to post the picture later...
Finally, on to working on my Faroese Shawl, as (incorrectly) charted by Meg Swansen. Downloaded the errata, and we're off! I bought the real Faroese yarn from a booth at the Nordic conference. I have learned that the sheep on the Faroe Islands are raised for their meat.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Monday, November 08, 2010
Friday, November 05, 2010
Fourth and last in an installment: Nordic Knits, the Final Run
Picking up where we left off... Day one was fab with Ruth Sorensen. The cocktail hour and presentation by Ulla Karin Hellsten was lovely. Day two was masterful with Carol H. Rhoades and Finnish Medley of Stitches. Nancy Bush's Keynote presentation at the Banquet Saturday Night was a lovely overview to the Estonian specialty of knitting gorgeous lace shawls in the coastal town where the industry began.
The first few pictures are of some of the lovely shawls walking around on their human hosts. The last shawls are just some of the fantastic works of the Estonian artists that Nancy met and interviewed.
The presenters and organizers posed for a shot together. They are Karin Lowe, Alex Butler, Patricia Brunner, Carol H. Rhoades, Ruth Sorensen, Beth Brown-Reinsel, Evelyn Clark, Nancy Bush, Britt-Marie Christofferson, Ulla-Karin Hellsten and Stina Cowan.
The final day dawned bright and beautiful.
I, unfortunately, did not.
Fall arrived with a vengeance. It was Washington's first day with frost, I believe, and Erin's first frost in forever! She was ecstatic. But, once we got to the museum, the heat was out. I was wearing my sari, because I could, but it got all covered up in knitted goods. And I wore a hat, and covered as much of myself in wool as I could. And my feet in garage sale-d shoes!
Britt-Marie was brilliant: very knowledgeable, soft spoken and cheerful. She handed out bright packets of stitch guides from her second book she has written. As far as I know, it is available only in Sweden currently. The first stitch was a Halkruus -- a second peek of color showing through a window of the first, and all done with slipped stitches. And, of course, Ulla Karin's yarn in bitty bundles of melodious color made the swatches sing.
A reporter from the Seattle Times showed up taking lots and lots of photos down the line. He stayed long enough for us to start acting normal again.
By the second class, my wagon was draggin'. Erin and I were chatting about what we would do that night, our only free night, and the Seattle-rs chimed in. What fun! They debated what was open, where the Salmon were jumping, and which restaurants were the best. We decided to do the ferry to Bainbridge island, as one of the ladies declared she had never seen a more beautiful sight than the sunset reflecting off the Seattle skyline on the return voyage. That sold me. We took off a half hour early, eagerly taking our yarn samples, and hustled downtown to find a parking place under some of the overpasses.
We made the 4:40 ferry just in time. As we went across the sound, the sun gradually changed colors on Mount Olympus to the South. The Olympic range to the West was masked a bit by the sun, but the skyline of Seattle remained solidly before us to the East.
We touched down in Bainbridge. I touched the sweet mother earth with my toe, and we bundled up and headed back to the mainland. It was freezing cold and we were underdressed. Once there, we ate greasy fish, oysters and lovely chowder, and went back to the home we were staying in.
I had to do quite a bit of sitting on bags in order to get all packed up.
The next morning at the airport, we remembered to purchase the Seattle Times. There we were on the second page of section B. What a riot!
We shared the paper with a man who was killed by a mountain goat at the Olympic range (no news whether it was angora or pygora). Just below our photo was a story of a woman who blinded a man after she cut in front of him at a hotdog stand. We were the only normal news, it seems.
Picking up where we left off... Day one was fab with Ruth Sorensen. The cocktail hour and presentation by Ulla Karin Hellsten was lovely. Day two was masterful with Carol H. Rhoades and Finnish Medley of Stitches. Nancy Bush's Keynote presentation at the Banquet Saturday Night was a lovely overview to the Estonian specialty of knitting gorgeous lace shawls in the coastal town where the industry began.
The first few pictures are of some of the lovely shawls walking around on their human hosts. The last shawls are just some of the fantastic works of the Estonian artists that Nancy met and interviewed.
The presenters and organizers posed for a shot together. They are Karin Lowe, Alex Butler, Patricia Brunner, Carol H. Rhoades, Ruth Sorensen, Beth Brown-Reinsel, Evelyn Clark, Nancy Bush, Britt-Marie Christofferson, Ulla-Karin Hellsten and Stina Cowan.
The final day dawned bright and beautiful.
I, unfortunately, did not.
Fall arrived with a vengeance. It was Washington's first day with frost, I believe, and Erin's first frost in forever! She was ecstatic. But, once we got to the museum, the heat was out. I was wearing my sari, because I could, but it got all covered up in knitted goods. And I wore a hat, and covered as much of myself in wool as I could. And my feet in garage sale-d shoes!
Britt-Marie was brilliant: very knowledgeable, soft spoken and cheerful. She handed out bright packets of stitch guides from her second book she has written. As far as I know, it is available only in Sweden currently. The first stitch was a Halkruus -- a second peek of color showing through a window of the first, and all done with slipped stitches. And, of course, Ulla Karin's yarn in bitty bundles of melodious color made the swatches sing.
A reporter from the Seattle Times showed up taking lots and lots of photos down the line. He stayed long enough for us to start acting normal again.
By the second class, my wagon was draggin'. Erin and I were chatting about what we would do that night, our only free night, and the Seattle-rs chimed in. What fun! They debated what was open, where the Salmon were jumping, and which restaurants were the best. We decided to do the ferry to Bainbridge island, as one of the ladies declared she had never seen a more beautiful sight than the sunset reflecting off the Seattle skyline on the return voyage. That sold me. We took off a half hour early, eagerly taking our yarn samples, and hustled downtown to find a parking place under some of the overpasses.
We made the 4:40 ferry just in time. As we went across the sound, the sun gradually changed colors on Mount Olympus to the South. The Olympic range to the West was masked a bit by the sun, but the skyline of Seattle remained solidly before us to the East.
We touched down in Bainbridge. I touched the sweet mother earth with my toe, and we bundled up and headed back to the mainland. It was freezing cold and we were underdressed. Once there, we ate greasy fish, oysters and lovely chowder, and went back to the home we were staying in.
I had to do quite a bit of sitting on bags in order to get all packed up.
The next morning at the airport, we remembered to purchase the Seattle Times. There we were on the second page of section B. What a riot!
We shared the paper with a man who was killed by a mountain goat at the Olympic range (no news whether it was angora or pygora). Just below our photo was a story of a woman who blinded a man after she cut in front of him at a hotdog stand. We were the only normal news, it seems.
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