Sleeve #1 un fait a complis

Nothing else to say except if you're in the mood for a well-written knitting cautionary tale, visit Knottykitty Knits It's one of the best I've read and I will take heed.

I won I won I won

Fate and the Knitting Pranksters have smiled upon me!

I won this



in a random number generator contest from Sharon

Clearly karma sensed the onset of depression of the school year beginning and enjoyed the mania of my sweater knitting (sleeve #1 is almost done) and decided to reward me with the anticipation of a package in the mail. Yippee!

By the way, she has an awesome looking tomten on her site so be sure to check it out.

CMUS

Blogging will resume as soon as this crazed-obsessed-tangled yoke knitter comes back to her senses.

The Incredible Hulk

Just as the Incredible Hulk reveals himself at the sight of injustice, so too does my crazed-obsessed-knitter-self come to the fore when working on a sweater.

Lacking the wisdom and foresight of the Incredible Hulk, I initially chose to ignore the Knitting Pranksters when they revealed two rows of non-ribbed garter stitch about 1/3 and 2/3's up the ribbing of the sleeve.

Today I will be frogging the sleeve. I realize that it's possible to make the same mistake in the other sleeve and call it a design element, but I know it will drive me crazy so into the pond it must go.

Somewhere between the first and last 2 inches of the body (probably as I was color coding the cable chart in anticipation), the thrill of the process was replaced by the thrill of the product.

Are you pumped?

We will be. Lance and Bob (not GHB) are working on our water supply right now. Just in case there's interest, we have a 140 ft. well that requires a 3/4 horsepower pump. We had a 1/2 horsepower pump with extended fans. We're also getting a new pressure switch. woo hoo.

I hung out with repair guys earlier and was put to work carrying a 4ft iron T-bar with a hose attached as they lifted the old pump from the well. It was my "cross to bear" for a few minutes and it made me laugh. No one was around for a photo op and I figure the well guys would have really thought I was whacked.

Speaking of cracking me up- MagsHamBun has knitting on the brain at the end of this post- check it out if you need a laugh.

A cry from the bathroom- "Hey Honey?"

I just changed the toilet paper roll, there are plenty of clean towels as well as clothes to start the day.

"Yes?"

"Did you turn off the water?"

"No. (supremely annoyed that he would suggest that I'd do something so stupid.) I'm checking the a.m. blogs"

"The water is off. I just got my hair full of shampoo. Will you flick the switch to the well pump?"

"o.k."

a few minutes later

"Did you flick it?"

"Yep."

"My hair is full of shampoo. We don't have any water. Will you come help me?"

If the pump to your well stops working and you accidentaly forget that there's water in the dehumidifier, Giant Eagle Seltzer Water can substitute as a way to rinse the shampoo from your hair. It's best when heated in the microwave to take off the chilly edge.

The water came back on for the afternoon and stopped again around 7:00 pm. The plumber will be called tomorrow. Not sure if he's really a plumber or a well guy. All will be revealed.

Later that evening...

"We won't have water for coffee." says GHB.

Noble sort that I am, I said, "I'll run out and get coffee while you're in the shower."

"Very funny." says he.

"What?!" says defensive PMS-y me, resenting the fact that he couldn't see how thoughtful I was being.

"While I'm in what shower?" says he.

doh.

Knit Knight 3

For those of you who regularly attend LYS knit knights, this post will possibly elicit a slightly knowing, kind and condescending "Duh." But it's my blog as an intermediate novice knitter and to not include my weekly amazements would be leaving something out of my record for posterity.

I have the sense of humor of someone who is 10. I don't even remember what I was laughing at but I do know that when I left, there was that internal feeling of having laughed a lot which makes a person feel so great.

I'm pretty sure not everyone was struck in the same way by the things that popped up in my head but instead were laughing just at my laughing. An example was my glee at saying "baa" as I pressed the belly of my new sheep tape measure and it's measuring tail snapped back inside itself.

The LYS owner (Denise) had steeked her Kauni and I got to see it first hand. Unbelievable. She also didn't mind offering aid on the Tangled Yoke even though it wasn't shop yarn in use. Says she, Before we opened this store, X from X Needleworks, accosted me in her store and informed me that the yarn I was knitting with wasn't from HER store. When we opened this one (there are 5 owners) we swore we'd never be like that.

After I was whining about the gamble of the size of Tangled Yoke, Denise asked me if I did a swatch and got gauge. I said I did a swatch and then said, why don't you check the gauge for me and see if I'm really getting it. There was that moment after counting- a standoff of sorts- she said What did you need? I said What did you get? and then we both came up with the number 6. I don't recall ever being happier and more relieved to hear someone say "six.

She offered some additional help- for some reason I can mentally visualize top down knitting better than bottom up. Maybe because I'm so tall. It's just about time to start the sleeves. I've got 14" of body and it's flying along. Every so often as I contemplate attaching the sleeves I recreate the mental image she offered of how it will work.

There were 2 people I hadn't met yet- Ann and her adult son. Ann had lots of stories about herself to tell and it was most interesting to watch the regulars tune her in and out in the way one might go about reading one of those endless blog posts that have a lot of "first we did this, then we did this, then my sister went here" without any real reflection but just words for the sake of them. At one point her slightly peculiar adult son said to me "You better watch yourself, she's bigger than you."

And the final bonus of knit knight. While vacationing, the 5 yo grandson regularly (as in after every knitted row) asked Am I knitting? Am I doing it? Am I a good knitter? It made me laugh but I answered him every time as if he hadn't just asked it. Going to knit knight is like having someone answer the same question for me.

Quantity vs. Quality

It seems the 'burg is planning another reason to close High St. I'll be skipping this one but would be remiss not to inform the blogging masses.

Thanks for the great lunch ideas. There are enough to keep me from being too depressed about packing a lunch. I'm looking forward to trying them. GHB, feeling left out of the blog the last few days suggested that maybe in an alternate universe someone is looking for what the worst things to take for lunch are. I think he called it BoogerLunch.

When I "cook", it's really not cooking. It's more akin to the way I got a C- in high school chemistry. Let's just try some stuff and see what happens (it would have been MUCH worse if I hadn't had the valedictorian as my lab partner.)

That being said, I gift you my own new favorite breakfast recipe:

One mashed banana, a generous handful of oats, some squirgees of honey (the kind in the bear container) and a couple of tablespoons of crunchy peanut butter. Mix the first 3 ingredients and then mix in the peanut butter. Too much peanut butter ruins it (even if you love peanut butter enough to get married to it.) Eat with a spoon and a LARGE glass of milk. I haven't named this delicacy yet. I've got to wait and see if it catches on. Maybe don't look at it while you eat it because it looks really really gross.

Finally- 3 more inches on the Tangled Yoke. If I keep posting with progress, I'll continue to be delusional encouraged about whether it's going to work.

Viva L'Italia-What's for Lunch?

Sit and Knits can be as much of a bad influence as imaginary blog friends. One of the topics of last Tuesday's knitting conversation were Chamilia Italian charm bracelets. I didn't really plan on being one of "the gang"-not being much of a joiner- but the compulsive shopper got the best of me in the shop that they mentioned that I accidentally found. A little later I had this charm bracelet.


So far the charms on it are a bunny and an ice cream cone in honor of the two most exciting things that happened this summer. Coming soon in the mail (thanks ebay-another topic at the Sit and Knit) is an Empire State Building (where my husband proposed marriage) and a Buddha charm. So, as if I needed it, there's just a little more incentive to go to Tuesday's sit and knit.

Also on the Italia front- the thought of packing lunches once school starts. Last year I packed the same lunch every day. Salad in a bag, fake crabmeat, and whatever salad additions that struck my fancy for the week (baby carrots, cherry tomatoes, Greek olives, sunflower seeds, feta cheese, etc etc.) I lost 10 lbs by just ending my love affair with carb-ridden school lunches. I'm looking for variations on the above or thoughts on what healthy combinations of food you pack for lunch. I'm trying to stay away from salt-ridden-over processed foods.

Finally some Knitting Content-

Progress on the Tangled Yoke.

(I know there's some clever way to play with the words Tangled Yoke and Mangled Italian but it's not working for me right now)

I'm about 5 inches into it all and other than a slip here and there with the garter rib (done especially for you, Goddesses of Knitting), I'm getting a good vibe about it. The Jaeger Tweed is a dream with the KnitPicks Options. When concentrating, I can really speed along. When not concentrating, I can speed along and have several "do-overs."



and look... I just noticed... it matches the carpet! That will be GREAT when I have to ball it up and throw it on the floor because it doesn't fit!

Heat, It's Hot!

This afternoon's trip to the Greene County Fair revealed that it's not just me affected by the recent heatwave.

The first indication was at the entry gate. Admission may be $8.00 but it's free if there's no one there to collect the money.


To my immediate right was this sculpture(?) that had seen better moments. Any guesses from seasoned fairgoers as to the purpose this thing might have served?


The building housing the fiber exhibits had less than an inviting look. It's a little worse than last year when the doors were locked but all of the exhibitors were inside fiddling with their work.


While there were a few food stands open, (likely for the 4Her's taking care of their animals) none of the usual fare was available.


On the upside, I didn't have any carny operators eyeing the cash in my wallet.


The animals told the story.





And if that weren't enough, as I tried to snap a final picture of empty picnic tables under the tent, my camera reported the following-

WARNING!!! BATTERY EXHAUSTED

In fairness to fair organizers, I found out later that things really start kicking at 4:00 (it was only 2:00) Is this the case with all fairs?

crack (me up) Saturday (a day early)

Not much going on except for knitting and perusing blogs. No pictures of worth to post but the header at slow knitter cracked me up as did today's post.

ok-it's actually 2 days early and the slow knitter post is July 25 but I'm giving up all sense of time and jumping into the knitting/blogging/Law&Order vortex

Some thoughts on sweaters

I may be wrong, but I'm guessing I've hit a point in the stage of intermediate noviceness that many knitters face.

My Sweatery Past

I've completed 3 sweaters in my life.

One was crochet and I followed the pattern exactly except for the suggested yarn and checking for gauge. It called for worsted, I used Lion Brand Homespun. Having never assembled a sweater before, imagine my surprise when I discovered that the "pattern pieces" were exactly that-pattern pieces. They were, however, somewhat larger than I was used to sewing together. duh.

Sweater number 2 was a cardigan knitted with some topaz gems. Still no swatch. I did use something close to the suggested yarn but really had no idea how much time one should spend on finishing a sweater and had only done some cursory reading on the concept of blocking. I thought I'd "whip it right up." I also didn't really measure myself. Closer but a little small and falling apartish.

Sweater number 3 used Wendy Bernard's Flair pattern. I got gauge but used such a weird ass yarn that it hung way funny and having just made one that was too small, I overcompensated by about 6 inches or so. I did experience raglan sleeves knitted in the round which made my not so great at finishing self very very happy.

I've made 2 vests. One was ginormous (that swatch thing again.) The other fits, but rather closely. I don't really count these as part of the big picture because the only seams were the shoulder seams and there weren't any sleeves to contend with.

My Sweatery Present

I have in my stash enough yarn to knit at least 4 sweaters.

I have plenty of potential patterns including ones I tried to create myself with Sweater Wizard 3.0

Here's the thing. I don't believe the tape measure. I don't believe the numbers that other people give as sizes. In spite of my swatching I don't believe the numbers when I count stitches for gauge. I find myself wanting to "round up"-just in case.

I've had just enough experience to know what can go terribly terribly wrong and not enough experience to keep remembering and living with the fact that it's going to take some practice and patience to pull this off.

My Sweatery Future

It was my own "blog motto" ... where but in the life of an intermediate novice... and a pattern from Eunny Jang in the fall Interweave Knits that combined some stash that I had no idea what to do with that finally gave me the strength to try again.



Two of my current WIP's are garter stitch-mindless meeting knitting (unless of course you turn your work and go in the wrong direction while you're at the sit and knit-I don't want to talk about it.) The third is a sock which I feel completely comfortable with. I can knit socks.

Knitting brain was ready for a challenge. I've cast on for the sweater and finished about six rows. I'm still feeling o.k. about it but I also still didn't believe the numbers and kicked it up a size. It's very possible that I'll be having a contest in late January for a fabulous sweater that is entirely too big. I'm guessing that I know how Faith came up with the title of her blog.

Sat and Knat- a second time

In order to keep mold and dust from forming on my slothful-slovenly self, I pushed myself out the door and to the Tuesday night Sit and Knit. Actually- the LYS is only minutes from the local slot machine palace so GHB was more than happy to join me on the trip up the road which we now call "Vice Alley"

Yarnhog recently posted and pondered thoughts on knitting friends in blogland and the friends we make in real life. Does the internet make us less judgemental and more tolerant. After a sit and knit (it's not quite a blue enough state to call it a StitchNBitch) I am willing to believe that it is not the internet so much that makes friend-making easier but instead the knitting itself.

I faced a room of 6 strangers and can honestly say that if it had been "real life" I would have made a few snap judgements, decided who I was going to like and not like and proceed from there. Because they all had needles and projects that I wanted to see and know about, it was impossible to follow that not so great plan.

Darla had itty-bitty baby sweater sleeves, Stephanie had an entrelac bag that she was going to felt, Dee was working on felted slippers, Chris was casting on a sleeve in black and white intarsia, Kyrsten was doing a swatch for a sweater and Denise, one of the owners had that really cool Dutch yarn for the sweater that begins with a K that I don't remember. I got to see the body of it in person AND she's going to have to steek it to make it a cardigan. Justine, the owners daughter, sat ready with the new interweave magazine and at the internet to investigate all things mentioned.

The personalities reminded me so much of what's already here on-line. Darla made sure everyone felt welcome in the way that really great blog commenters do. Chris was quiet-clearly a lurker. Debbie was the "one who knows stuff" (in a good way.) She was also the bringer of muffin tops with zucchini, dried cranberries and walnuts. Stephanie buys stuff and wants to do every great project that there is.

Stephanie mentioned how funny it is that she could be doing anything, knitting, crocheting, baking a cake, or weaving on a "giant freaking loom" and her husband would ask her if she was knitting. Debbie talked about how, when counting and interrupted by her spouse, she counts louder and louder as if counting really means shut the hell up. Maybe they have their own knitting blogs for practice as well.

I usually run fast and far away from any social gatherings involving strangers (and not strangers). The knitting eased me in and the blog gave me something to talk about and add because I'd already "practiced" some of the stories on-line. There was no pressure at the end with a "see you next week" instead it was "see you next time"- this an important detail for one such as myself who cancels (or at least is sure to bring the xanax) every time a firm social obligation is made.


Oh yeah, AND you can buy yarn there. AND if it's not the right yarn for what you're thinking about doing they'll tell you. AND if you buy 1760 yards of that yarn anyway hoping for a different project to appear at some point in your life and start making excuses and mention the money that your husband is throwing away that very moment, instead of chastising you, they'll say, "Sister, your preaching to the choir."

somewhere in between roving and fiber

is this bulky chessboard of a mess knitted on #10 US needles. It' the first effort of the drop spindle and I haven't yet really managed the dropping part of it, only the spinning part which is, I'm guessing why, it's so thick. I probably need both hands to pull it in (out?) The actual size is about 2x5" It felt like usuable fiber in a couple of places and if it were a pair of bulky mittens, it would be really warm-it's so thick. Slow patient practice-not too much at once-seems like the way to continue.

Much Ado

I can't believe how much nothing is going on around here. It's a good thing and I'm not complaining but it makes for a rather dull blog.

You probably know Pablo Neruda's Ode To My Socks but just in case-

I've linked to it and will let the Knittingrat blog take any copyright heat.

Working on Moeibus and reading Flannery O'Connor short stories. That woman was a genius.

In my brain

One of my "local hangouts" is the area's music store Kleeb's. They just got a giant fish tank in the store thanks to the Kleeb Grandson. I love that kid. I spent the day in search of African Dwarf Frogs to add to the tank. Have you seen these? They creep me out like crazy but in the way that you have to keep looking at them. I finally found one (after a three-hour search) and he has been named Squishy.

Annabelle the hunting cat expanded her repertoire and brought one of these home this morning. It did not enter the home (I got to the door in time) and GHB didn't let her torture it. I've got to believe that there was something wrong with it or else she is one AWESOME hunter.

While wandering the highways in search of the frog I heard KT Tunstall singing Big Black Horse and while I haven't done any extensive research, does anyone know what the hell this song is about? I just like the woo hoos. It feels kind of goofy singing the words and not having a clue as to what it all means.

Malabrigo Moeibus is pulling ahead- getting it back on the needles wasn't too tricky with those YO's after all. It is some seriously luxurious fiber. I'm starting to think that it takes a little working with any fiber before you can really appreciate the qualities involved. As in, I'll be sad when the second skien is finished rather than relieved to be done.

GHB is headed for his "hobby." If you're on the fence about posting tonight, remember that I'll be compulsively checking for new posts and will be there to read it! If I add too many more to my bloglines, I'll have to quit my job in August.

Bag-Ho confession

"What does this have to do with knitting?" asked GHB when I shared the latest rabbit blog post with him.

"They need to know!" I defended. I guess all blogging is about storytelling-long or short, interesting or tedious. When I bore myself at least I try to keep the daily post short.

I typed a subpoena in LegalLand. I also filed folders with titles like "Arrest Warrants", "PI" and "Name Change Applications." I refuse payment for good deeds such as these because my hope is that karma will bring someone to me (just like me) when I am too feeble to take care of myself. (they aren't that-just to make it clear.)

But I'm guessing Aunt Attorney, a longtime crocheter, knows the power of a good bag. She asked if I had this one and I replied "No, but I've coveted it more than once." A rolling stash bag with a gazillion pockets. I'm such a bag-ho. Plus there was that one post about "How Much" yarn a person needs for an overnight trip.



Knitting progress-

Malabrigo Moeibus met with hospital distractions.


The roommate (in a decidedly man's voice) kept asking if we knew that she was 92 and then made me come and look at her legs. She also admired Aunt Attorney's beautiful blonde hair (a wig) and it was all Uncle and I could do not to take it off of Aunt's head and pass it on over. There's a little unkitting to do which is a little worriesome with all of the YO's in the pattern. Ugh. It's on hold

Half a slice of the pie-shawl is done. I like the way it forces me to relax my hands and I'm pretty excited to watch it as it makes that second slice.



Koigu socks haven't changed one bit. There was a first attempt at high-whorl spinning that's not worth showing. All the web-sites say to practice. I'm thinking that the people who actually do that have an invisible third hand to keep the spindle spinning.

There's your knitting post GHB!

Some bunny better fix the hole

Just a few weeks ago GHB and I were sitting on the back porch and he said, "we should replace that hole in the screen door. It looks bad if we have someone over."



I said, "it's no big deal, we can fix it if we have company."

We didn't have company but Annabelle did. She brought Bunny No. 2 in as a present to us. (I wasn't gong to tell you but now I must-Bunny No. 1 met it's fate a day ago after it's escape. She brought him to the porch the next morning.)



Either we have to fix the screen door or Mama Bunny needs to fix the bunny hole.

Priceless was GHB's reaction so that he could get a hands-on sense of bunny in the house.

So I was hanging out in blogland and someone asked, "Hey sophanne, what are you working on these days?"

O.k., that didn't really happen, but what if it could? What if there was a magical place that consisted only of the beautiful blogland pictures and all the images and textures we share. That would be so cool. I would definitely want to visit the land of Knitting on Impulse. If you want an escape from reality in these dog days, click on her "Natural Beauty" pages and wait for the downloading. It's worth it.

This week brings another trip to the home of the "retiring" Uncle Attorney. His secretary/wife/aunt is under the weather and the last visit to move books made me realize how much paperwork is involved in the legal profession. I'm going to get to visit the land of Legal Documents! For you attorneys out there, I'm sure this must seem like I'm being smarty-pantsy, but such is not the case at all. As the music teacher, the land of legal documents is an exotic and foreign country.

I'll take some knitting along-for visits with the aunt. I might be out of blogland for a few days- stepping away from this computer might actually lead to significant knitting progress-in between wills and depositions of course.

Back to my imaginary trip- here's what's on the needles (the last time I had a post like this, I actually finished one of the three items displayed-anyone taking bets on which of these will get finished?) Malabrigo Moeibus (from EZ Knitting Around), Koigu socks in a Stansfield pattern (from Sensationsal Socks) and Lorna's Laces Pie Shawl from the back of the yarn wrapper. I thought I'd try out starting simple with some lace-weight and see what happens.

Rain Day

I hope it doesn't rain. Wait, it's Rain Day, I hope it does rain. I'm so confused. It rained but not while we were there. Mostly it was a food fest and I ate funnel cakes vicariously through the camera.

Crack (me up) Saturday- not to be denied

I thought I was doing enough vicarious freaking out for Yarnhog's moths. I also thought that my thoughts and life of late had become serene enough to not even have a self-deprecating idea for Crack (Me Up) Saturday.

GHB is out of the house, enjoying his favorite "hobby." I'm home on the couch quietly enjoying mine- alternating between Malabrigo Moeibus and rereading Watership Down. The reread was actually inspired by a comment from Yarnhog.

Suddenly, there is a cat wollering across the room. Since Sophie's death, Annabelle has been meowing a lot. I'm sure she's been a little traumatized by both Sophie's absence and the fact that we then left her alone for 10 days. I thought this was your typical "pay attention to me" call. After she refused to come over, I investigated and found her and baby bunny. Baby bunny was playing dead. I didn't know that.

A few minutes later, there was a baby bunny in my stash-



She brought her in through a hole in the screen door. I wouldn't recommend a paper bag and a whisk broom when chasing bunnies. After several futile attempts with those tools, I remembered how the doors in our basement worked.

Den, door, laundry room, door, storage room, door, mud room, door to the outside. A little coercion saved bunny from kitty in the laundry room. A little more sent her hopping unscathed on her way out the mudroom door.

That baby bunny has a story to tell when it gets home. My heart just started slowing down.

Life of Luxury-while it lasts

In just a week I will slowly begin the trek back into the world of the working. It starts with a few meetings here and there, then they reach a fevered pitch with daily discussions about copy machine expenditures, the best new way to teach kids, new ways to document that we're using those best new ways, etc., etc.

The reality that knitting may save my sanity in those weeks is settling in. The subconscious that purchased a big old pile of luxury yarns and needles at the beginning of the summer is revealing itself in mysterious ways. Naturally there was the immediate rush of stash enhancement at the time.

What I wasn't expecting was the relief that comes with knowing I've got some koigu mmmm socks on Crystal Palace needles in a Sensational socks pattern that's easily memorized and some malabrigo on my new knitpick options begging to be a moeibus in a k1 yo k2tog pattern. Simple patterns, lush fiber, bring on the meetings my friends-I can outlast all of them.



The spindle has arrived and I'm equipped with several options for instructions. Now I must get in a learning mood.

An observation- my color of choice lately is slowly shifting from the green family closer to the yellow one. (the not pictured koigu is a g/y mix as well) All of these yarns were purchased separately. What's with the yellow? Only my subconscious knows.

No C(mu)S today. It was time to take a break.

Can You Feel It?

I felt it.

It felt good!

Postal Bag 6.0 Mission Accomplished.

Pattern: Message Bag from Knitting for Peace

Fiber- Cascades Nikki Artichoke- just under 800 yds.

It's amazing what will happen when you follow the directions. Action shots to follow.

more delay in the mail

This post has three purposes.
1. to see if I can embed a video
2. after video is embedded (I hope) to serve as a reference point once the drop spindle arrives
3. to remind myself why the mail bag is taking sooooo long.

A slight delay

The hours spent on the DVD have delayed the Messenger Bag. The Friday goal is a little unreasonable for now but fear not, there should be felting by Sunday. What you're seeing is the bag and the flap, just in case it undistinguishable.

Nothing left to spin.

Not so much to report but I do like the feeling of blogging daily-here goes.

Nearly all of the day was spent assembling a dvd slide show of "Spin City." Some well-cropped pictures and IZ singing Somewhere Over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful World can put the spin on anything. GHB teared up throughout and while he's not the King of Receiving Acts of Kindness, I did hear him watch and listen to it several times after the initial presentation.

One thing it's hard to put the spin on is poor service at restaurants. We found a new one- had incredible food and service yesterday-went back today and had incredible food.

I'm thinking I need to try out waitressing next summer. I know that it's harder than it looks-I always tip because I know its a thankless job. But it seems to me one of the tricks is to keep more than one thought in your head at a time and I'm pretty sure I can do that. I'd just worry every minute about spilling food and beverages on people.

Also spin on knitters and technology- ADD Knitter brought this techcrunch article about knitting and Ravelry to the attention of bloggers and I've been tracking the comments-something like 109 so far. I finally put in for the invite (what marketing they have) and I only have to wait until 17,000 others are in. I'm not a joiner but the technocrunch article put me over the top. The ridiculous art of knitting? Please- as many commenters point out- and video gaming is so much more sensible.

Spin City-The Final Chapter

On the up-side, there is some vacation money left over. GHB and I decided to take it and split it. There's a sale at my new favorite LYS but for now I'd like to think I'll save it for a while and make sensible purchases (as opposed to the spinning wheel at Goosepond Or every single sale book at Knit Picks) I could probably rationalize the wheel into feeling like a "sensible purchase" with enough how-to's from the internet. The fact that I've never really spun a strand of wool makes it tough though.

So yesterday and this morning I spent the day helping move a law library down 13 steps for my retiring uncle. He has been an attorney in his downtown office for 50 years. He moved his practice home and will not take any new clients. I arrived at the tail end of the move-when they could move no more.

It gives pause for thought when considering the purchase of those knitting books. Somebody, someday is going to have to move them.

Here's a little yarn pron from the Saturday visit to the LYS. It's Cascades-Nikki-artichoke. You'll NEVER guess what it's going to be... Can you say Postal Bag v. 6.0? I feel good about this one and have about 11 inches of 20" done of the main bag. The goal is monogamy and finished by Friday. Wish me luck.

Am I knitting, Grandmother?

Lest you think I've invented a new stitch pattern, I must explain that this piece of swatch was put together by husband's grandson-age 5- we'll call him NW and if anyone figures out what those letters stand for-2 points for you. He asked me to take it home so that I could show all of the kids at school what a kid who was 5 could do.

Last summer he had some yarn and needles and not quite enough patience and we decided that he knit Italian Style because it looked like spaghetti. Eager to go at it again during our Thanksgiving visit, we deemed him the loosey goosey knitter. This last visit showed great improvement and his patience earned him some wool. (not that he consciously new the difference)

This is a child who, when not knitting, can be very impatient, demanding, and yes, in the way only an age 5-middle child can be, whiny.

When knitting, he transforms into a charmed angel, able to sit still for at least an hour and a half, requesting only the occasional reminder at how much better he's gotten with the question, "Am I knitting???"

We won't go into my own personal trauma associated with that as he called me "grandmother" for the first time.

Early in my training, when asked to write my philosophy of music education, I was told that it needed to include a rationale based on things that ONLY music education could offer. (e.g. self-discipline-pride in a job well done were too vague and could be found on a sports field as well as the band room.)

So what I wonder is, given the amazing effect that knitting has had on NW, what words could justify a "knitting curriculum" (or better still- a fiber arts curriculum that might include weaving, dyeing, spinning, crochet) in an elementary school.

I realize that this is but a wild fantasy, as no standardized test could ever really measure it in any significant way, no college entrance application is ever going to ask about it, and employers (unless fellow knitters) couldn't care less.

It's at this point in a post where I would usually toss my 2 cents in and offer up my thoughts but I can't quite find the words and maybe it's something that can only be passed down from one person to another (as opposed to group instruction.) That being the case, I'll throw it out there and see what my brilliant blog friends think.

Crack (me up) Saturday OR what did you believe?

Raise your hand if you believe that this knitter, 2 days ago, frogged 27 inches of a 258 stitch handspun sweater. The up side? It won't be eleventeen sizes too big because I'm learning to believe the tape measure. The down side? Well, you know the down side.

Life is all about beliefs and changing them with new information. Today's Crack (me up) Saturday post is a list of things that I once believed when I was figuring out the world. If I'm remembering them right, most were around age 5 and 6.

I once believed that...

Banks all around the world had pneumatic tubes underground on beyond those that you see at the drive through or else how could you write checks from different banks? FYI-I didn't know they were called pneumatic at the time.

I would never ever hear the song "Hey Jude" again after it was done being popular on the radio.

The brain had various apartment stories of stick men. The first floor worked my brain. The second floor worked their brains, etc. This was years before that shampoo commercial.

If we were on the interstate going 70 miles an hour, then the people ahead of us must be going really fast.

That it would be really cool to play the bassoon.


More recently, as I posted the picture of my hand in the air I thought, "Oh great, now they have my fingerprints and can tie me to the DiMera vendetta on Days of Our Lives." Then I realized you only have a picture-not my actual fingerprints and that I'm not really on Days of Our Lives

Spin City Part 4- The Journey Home

Picture if you will, 6'4" GHB (Good Husband Bob) in the second to last row of an airplane wearing earplugs and working on his laptop. FYI-He has a booming voice. Now picture the woman three rows from the back pushing her seatback into the not upright position.

Listen closely- you will hear a loud cry of pain (louder than usual because of the ear plugs.) Should you find yourself in a similar situation, you can expect him to be viewed as a terrorist for the rest of the flight. In fact, flight attendants will look at you for signs of battered wife syndrome-or possibly for reassurance.

Pekingese dogs don't much care for traveling by air in dog crates. They really don't bark so much as they whine. Much like the children earlier in the week. For the entire flight. That would explain the aforementioned earplugs.

This next lesson learned is an oldie but bears repeating again and again. Never Judge a Book by it's Cover. It's a little long but stick with me.

John (the holder of the middle seat from Charlotte to Pittsburgh) barely made his connection to Pittsburgh. He had been tossed around all day after his Phoenix-Pittsburgh connection fell through. This was his second airplane trip ever.

He was sure that since he had been up at 3:30 San Diego time that he'd been up for 24 hours at 9:30 EST. He also wondered out loud how they got the baggage to it's final destination after a flight was cancelled. "Do they have a separate plane just for luggage?"

When he found out GHB and I were relatively familiar with his neck of the woods (as in we lived there 20+ years ago-John's age by the way) he began talking about local high school football programs and their coaches as if we knew exactly who and what he was talking about.

We learned that he'd attended Belmont County Junior College for 2 years and that if he kept a 2.5, he was going to try to go to Ohio University or Kent State majoring in education so he could have summers free.

His favorite hobby is drinking Jaegermeister Balls but being only 20 he felt bad drinking a beer in front of his mom.

All in all he was endearing, a pleasant relief from the passengers on the previous flight who were trying to run each other down to make connections.

After a few minutes of quiet time, he asked me what I was making. I said I was knitting socks and showed him the completed first in the pair.

Then he said, "Do you know alpacas? We have an alpaca farm. My mom runs it." Yes, I was honest enough to say that I didn't realize they were actually a separate animal until a month ago.

I asked, "What does your mom do with the Alpaca when she shears them?"

He replied (and I could not make this up) "Oh, she throws it in a trash bag. She says one of these days she's going to do something with it. We have a bunch of that stuff in trash bags in the garage."

Somewhere in Martin's Ferry Ohio there is a garage full of alpaca in trash bags. Go Purple Riders!

Socks from the Train

an aside

YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!

TWO TONY's -or is it TWO TONIES-on Days of Our Lives! Woo hooo- now we know there will be some crazy madcap drama fun!

...all I can remember is that it had someting to do with a vendetta and how to end it...

Spin City Part 3- Vancouver B.C.

It takes approximately 2 minutes to carry 3 strollers down the steps of the detour at 3rd St on Vancouver, B.C.'s sea wall. The number of people waiting to go in the opposite direction appears to be directly proportional to the number of people coming down. This does not include time for any emotional meltdowns. There must be something good in the Vancouver air.


Gauge will vary when placed in a variety of stressful and not so stressful locations. My travel advice? Knit with imaginary yarn. I was actually between socks just then having completed a fabulous pair using Regia-my new favorite sock yarn- and one sock in Trekking. I am proud to say that both were PATTERNED socks. I've graduated from the stockinette sock.

Are you tired yet? Do you feel like you were there? Did you get the subtlety of the title of these posts? Is it clear now that people who do not have children go on vacation with children to realize that the rest of their life IS a vacation? Many blessings to the mamas and the papas out there. I would lose my freakin' mind.

Spin City Part 2-Portland

Portland, Oregon is a beautiful city with a very clear map to the LYS knit/purl. Finding it so quickly gave me at least 10 minutes of guilt-free browsing before returning to the gang waiting for me in record breaking heat. Someday I hope to shop there.

The temperature in Portland is directly proportional to the whine factor. Thankfully we arrived at the waterfall in the Pearl District just as things were beginning to hit critical mass. This was enabled by the free ride on the street car. Portland Rocks.

When traveling by rail to Portland Oregon, you may get to see a bald eagle carrying a fish in his talons. You may also see a nekkid guy hanging out by the tracks. If you look in, you may see someone knitting socks. (Another clue that it's summer are the nails on said knitter. That would never be the case during the school year.)

This seems like a good time to announce the winner of the worst public transportation story contest. Many thanks to everyone who entered. Good husband Bob struggled with a decision but the winner is A.D.D. Knitter and her dripping pot of honey. The judge asked that I let you know that the deciding factors were the multiple layers of stress, discomfort and deception involved in that experience-foreign country, outraged strangers speaking in another language, no present for the in-laws. Congratulations A.D.D.~see it was all worth it in the end. email me@bltsATalltelDOTnet and let me know where to send it.

I would tell you the colorway of the Koigu she's receiving but I really didn't have enough time at knit/purl to have it register and they wrapped it so nicely. Some kind of muted-pastel but not too much earth tones.

There's no place like home. Stay Tuned.

Spin City Part 1

I've noticed that in knitter's blogland, we thankfully do not report on every single stitch made. Mostly just the interesting bits, the successes, the questions, the moments of glory, and the lessons learned.

Working within that framework, I will now share what I learned while I was on vacation.

While I can appreciate (to a certain degree) the philosophy of Waldorf Schools, my limited experience suggests that it may not be the ideal learning situation in all circumstances. I may change this opinion when I learn their approaches whining children.

No matter how hard you try, a 2 year old that looks exactly like Will Ferrell's YouTube Pearl WILL NOT say "You Pay Now." She knows when she's being played.

If you need someone to entertain young children (provided they've not yet reached a meltdown point) a music teacher and a grandfather are the way to go.

Prizes purchased

Had a brief visit to Knit.purl in Portland. Two skeins of Koigu for the winner. No time to check out the entries... too much whine. Oh how I wish it were wine. More thoughts on that for a later post.

planes suck

ok I'm at an airport kiosk... can you say addicted?

I'd like to think when this beautiful handspun wool becomes a sweater that I will love and cherish it for years to come. I'd like to believe that when I wear it, I'll be able to block out of my mind the 4" knit while flying from Pgh to SanFrancisco (first leg) The vacationing families from hell were all around us. Once we were able to switch seats to avoid various deli items being passed over our heads it got a little better... just for a few minutes.

I am sure that the people around me were likely lovely human beiigs when not airborne. But as I was smelling the body odor and feeling the pressure of their bodies against my knees and their overhead outstretched arms bumping into my knitting needles, I was pretty sure I didn't want to find out.

... did I just hear Dad refer to "Seattle, Oregon?"

Perhaps I need to perceive the 11 rows of 258 stitches as all that stood between myself and an ugly incident with a sky marshall. Would that Miss Manners could form a traveling squad of ettiquette marshalls hired to slap people in the head (like in the V-8 commercials) for the various offenses experienced for the last 5 hours.

As I am clearly goog to be blogging while traveling, I'd like to make it interesting for everyone else. Hence my first contest.

What's the worst public transportation travel story you've got? ENtries will be accepted from now until our return July 18. Judging will be done by Husband Bob the good husband. Prize will be some lovely souvenir sock yarn yet to be found in an unknown LYS. I'll be sure to make it worth your while. I'm going to need to do plenty of good stuff for all of the ugly karmic vibes I had going on for the last 5 hours of my life..

...hey kids.. there's a reason they call them HEAD phones not SPEAKERS!

DId I mention 5 hours?
Spread the word. Let's hear those stories

Git along little dogies...

We're headed west for Adventure 2007.

I'm not sure about blogging frequency.

Don't forget me while I'm gone!

Where did she go?

As you may have noticed, The Gentle Sophalina left us yesterday. Yesterday was the crying sobbing day. Today is the day when there is relief that she is no longer in discomfort. There are also occasional whimpers today when I am knitting without feline interruption. I stayed with her as it happened and in that brief surreal moment when you don't realize exactly what's going on, I thought, "Oh look- she's doesn't have that labored breathing anymore, she's all better." And really, she is.

What I wonder today- and I'm thinking only on that purely philosophical, metaphysical, not so religious level- is where did she go?

Her body was still there- in fact to my surprise, it was exactly the same. With no funeral director or television producer there to creep me out, it was just a peaceful kitty.

The "she" that was her wasn't her body. It was the way she bonked my feet to say hello when I was on the recliner and then poked her funny head through my knitting. It was the perky little skip in her step when she knew I was headed to the door to let her outside. It was they way she learned to beg on her hind legs for lunchmeat every morning.

I learned in 6th grade that you can't throw anything away on the planet. It was a lesson in recycling and it stuck. Just because you can't see it, doesn't mean it's gone. I'm just not sure where it is.

Husband Bob said that Brother Fred, who died on the same day 3 years ago, must have wanted a cat.

The Mystery of Hobbies

I'd like to preface this post by explaining how household finances are managed. To avoid any major fights about money, we have a budget. We each contribute $X and get an allowance every month.

Our bills are always paid, we get to vacation, most discussions over money usually end with one of us saying, "oh yeah, that's why we have a budget."

Our intention was to have at least yearly budget meetings but after the first two we both quietly took the attitude "if it ain't broke..."

All of that being said- can video slot machines be considered a hobby?

Occasionally I will join my significant other at these establishments. While I cringe at the thought of losing even $20.00, it's worth the few hours of entertainment (I play penny machines VERY slowly) that it brings him in what I can only call his hobby. As it should be in a good marriage, he will occasionally indulge and patiently wait as I investigate a new yarn store- even suggesting souvenir yarn.

When he really doesn't feel like being alone, he will gladly hand over the cash to let me play, but there is an underlying understanding that if I'm not going to gamble it, it might be better if I just gave it back.

Similarly, if he suddenly took an interest in learning to knit, I would happily buy him the finest fibers available. The same rule would apply. If you're going to tie that Koigummm around your finger to remind you to go to the dentist, pass it on over. I'll remember the dentist and knit with the Koigumm while you're there.

In fact, if I have the cash (from aforementioned allowance) I don't give the cost of yarn for a size XL baby alpaca cardigan a second thought. His time at the slot machines is the same to him and he doesn't end up cluttering the house or attracting moths.

The astute among you might suggest that I have something to show for my hours of time spent with yarn and yet... the FO's that I have been happy with happen at approximately the same rate as his "jackpots."

So what's a hobby? Around here it would seem it's all about the possible rewards weighed against the risks-both in fiber and at the slot machines and, come to think of it, Life.

Preparation, Trepidation, Anticipation and Resolution

Packing Preparation

Why is it, when traveling, one feels as though one must be prepared for everything? It's certainly not the case in daily life at home.

I am determined to fit the upcoming 10-day excursion into a 27" bag. Perhaps that is what makes it seem so daunting. Oh, I've used the 36" and 48" luggage before-only to find that I've taken MUCH more than I could ever need. During our trip to Maine last summer, husband and I actually Fed Ex'ed a large box of clothing home because it was too much to carry.

On this go round we will be staying primarily with family. They have washing machines. If I were to take what I wear in a week at home it would very easily fit into a 27" bag with room to spare.

Travel Trepidation

What projects can I take on the plane with me? Do the baggage handlers understand the emotional attachment to the fibers and projects I will be forced to entrust to them? Is there something wrong with me for feeling so attached to various bits of yarn? Given the recent events in Scottland and Britian, I dare not try to bring any sort of metal needle on the plane and yet, how whacked is that? What about stitch holders? Will they look like weapons?

Anxiety Anticipation

What if I hate the clothes I'm wearing? What if I lose valuable knitting time enjoying the company of others? What if I drop a stitch and don't have a crochet hook? What if they make me throw away my #2 sock needles just as we go through security? What if (because of a rude and pushy conductor) one of my shoes falls into the train tracks (as it did in NYC) and I didn't bring any others? Yes, I was Deedle Deedle Dumpling in Penn Station. Not so much fun. What if I can't find a computer to blog on? What if there's not enough light?

Resigned Resolution

I write this now as an oath-shared with all of you who have known me so intimately for so very long (heh heh.) I will be traveling with my 27" bag, a backpack full of yarn and a "purse" of sorts. The computer is not going with me. I'm not bringing every article of clothing that I own. I may even only bring ONE pair of shoes. What will be will be and if anything horrible should happen, I'll get lots of sympathy.

On a postivite note- at least knitting has replaced reading in my leisure time. That backpack is going to be a lot lighter than it used to be when I had to decide which books I would "need."

WIP (s)

Before blogging I didn't realize that "WIP" could be so easily pluralized. Stash fit in one plastic bin. Project plans could be listed on one hand. I didn't need interchangeable needles- I always had enough.

Thanks to the power of the internets, wip has become wips. I have two sets of interchangeable needles and the number of plastic bins has been multiplied by 4.

Worse still, Goosepond sent me an email that said I could get a spinning wheel for a mere $600.




Top left- a hopefully big comfy sweater designed with Sweater Wizard 3.0 and using handspun (I'm calling it Frosted Blueberries) from the Sheep and Fiber Festival.

In the middle- my first attempt at stranded knitting. The yarn (Berroco Ultra Alpaca) is not "light" as the pattern called for, the stranding gets better as it goes, it will likely be a felt bag (which I'm calling Box of Hair 5.0) A much lovelier version of this can be found at Erin's site.

To the right- First attempt as something other than stockinette socks. It's Regia. This "more than stockinette" sock knitting goes a little slower but I can feel that it's going to be worth it.

I'm in over my head on all counts but you can't just keep knitting scarves.

thank you to the academy

So I checked my rating again and I've come up


Thanks to everyone who used the word crack!

Apparently they weren't able to discern the hidden images in the Collage.

Nightmare on 74th St. - a Collage

I've really got nothing to post but I've been playing collage with some flea market pictures. I don't remember seeing any of these patterns or colors in "That 70's Show." I guess there are some things that are better left hidden.

Computer collage is almost as fun as paper and glue and much less messier if your PC has the memory. Microsoft's "Picture It!" did the dirty deed here.