Lost Hairs and Mittens

I've been a busy little bee lately, and spending too much time watching websites on the SoCal fires. We've got friends evacuated, friends whose homes are in the burn areas, and all sorts of other ties back there. Does that count as an excuse?

Our Medical Month is about to wrap up. Now we get to settle down to a baseline of 6 appointments a month, and go from there. Ten appointments, if you count PT and ST as separate appointments. Many blessings to the scheduler who managed to get them one after the other!

After almost 20 years of long hair, I decided to get it chopped. My husband has always wanted me to have short hair, so I did it for his birthday present. I'm no longer identifiable as the woman with her hair in a bun, knitting.

Knitting is proceeding apace. My MIA project has been found, but I'm having too much fun on the smoke ring. That has been bumped to the home AND travel project. One of these days I'll get back to the mittens. They have lots of ends. Eighty-eight per mitten hand, 36 per thumb. That means 248 ends to tuck in. Thanks to Denise, I have a pretty yarn needle to work them in with. Still, I don't think I'll be making multiple sets of these mittens. I like Fair Isle, but there is a point of ridiculousness-in-weaving-in-ends, and these mittens are over the edge.

This could be catching

My 'to knit' sidebar is shrinking nicely. I like that. It means I can start haunting yarn shops again with intent to buy yarn.

Twisted knitting is a fun thing. The book Two-End Knitting has many great ideas, and patterns ... except the patterns are not great. Consider a hat pattern which reads: "Yarn: 100 gms; Needles: 40 cms/16 inch circular and double pointed needles. This cap measured 21 inches when newly knitted and unwashed.... it now measures 23 inches. ... Cast on 192 stitches... work a pattern" and so forth. Gauge? Nope. Yarn weight? Nope. Needle size? Nope.

So, I started my hat from the top down. I ended up with 28 sts/4", using KnitPicks Telemark yarn. (Oh, and I used a size 3 US needle) Now, Telemark is supposed to be a sportweight, but in a solid color it makes NatureSpun sportweight look like laceweight. The heathered colors are more delicate and reminiscent of a sportweight. I knit until I could get a nice gauge, got one, calculated how many stitches I'd need for a nice head size, knit some more, and started patterning when I stopped increasing.

Twisted knitting has body. I could easily see making a felted bowl out of this. But, it was supposed to be a hat, so I kept on knitting. Every so often I'd knit half the stitches on to a 24" circular and call a child over to check out the length. Proper hats must be warm enough to keep the earsies warm in a nice Minnesota winter breeze.

One and a half rows from the end, I finished the charcoal skein. The hat uses one skein of each color, plus a few yards. My mom wants one... but first, I need to get going on her Fair Isle mittens.

Tah-DAH!

Wrapped In Tradition:

Yarn used: Elann's SuperKydd - 2+ skeins.
Needle size: 7 US (because I always use a size larger than the pattern calls for)

This poncho begins with 400 rows of back-and-forth lace for the bottom edge. Stitches are then picked up along the straight edge and the poncho is worked to the neckline. Short rows are used to shape the neck (and I cannot find them whatsoever now, plus I think there may have been an error in the directions) and then it is finished with a picot crochet edging.

Guinevere:

Yarn: Elann's SuperKydd, about 3 skeins in Pomegranate, just like the last two shawl's I've made with this yarn. But no - I'm not picking the color. Three separate people picked the self-same color. Without consultation.
Needles: 7, 10, 10.5 (US) and quite a few crochet hooks. A joinery bindoff on 616 stitches with metal needles is a Pain. It took quite a bit of experimenting before I admitted Way One was the best.

This poncho has no crochet in it. And. in fact, it's not a poncho. It just looks like one in all the photos. It's worked flat, with oodles of boring stockinette. First, the boring part is worked neck-down, with increases and decreases for shaping. Then the bottom lacy portion is worked bottom up. Then the two parts are joined. The pattern was not difficult, but I am not sure which side of the ruffle is the right side. The fabric has a bias, and I may have attached it wrong side out. But if I'm not sure, it's doubtful anyone except for the designer is sure, and even she may be hard-pressed to identify it as 'wrong' while it's being worn.

I laid the wrap out flat so you could see what it looks like. And my blanket-magnet appeared. Still, you can get the idea.

Borrowing from Wendy, I took a picture of my latest sock in progress. Next to it is the Fleece Artist that is going to turn into a smoke ring.


And lastly, a picture of the blanket-loving dog, curled up on a yoga mat underneath Filia, doing her exercises (anything is better than having titanium rods implanted in your back, right?). The exercise she is doing is entitled, much too appropriately, "Dog".

Finishing Things

The theme of the week seems to be Finishing Things. Last night, I finished my Gull Cable Socks. Two nights ago, I finished the first half of Guinevere. (The second half is only 5 inches or so, of k2tog yo, over 304 stitches. I’m not thrilled, but it’s doable) Three days or so ago, I finished The Greek Way. I really like this book. I will have to read it again, after I’ve grown up a bit.

All the pressing editing projects are also finished. There’s one 300+ page book to convert and reformat, and several books to update .. but those can wait.

Has anyone noticed I seem to be a project-driven person? I think I am. I just like doing things. One of my lists has been talking about the contemplative lifestyle. I’m not sure if being project oriented bars me from that classification, or not. So much of it probably depends on heart attitude. I don’t like to sit around doing nothing ... but contemplative isn’t the same as being in a vegetative state. Still, I’d rather gather information than actually think about it ... so that’s a definite strike against me. But if I was in the right atmosphere ... who knows what I’d grow into?

School was tough last week. It’s not quite a personal insult, but children who are satisfied with F plusses and D minuses are a definite affront to a parent who was uncomfortable with a low A. The principal and I had a discussion about the situation. The initial conclusion was that they’ll do better when they get to subjects they’re interested in. When the depth of the disinterest was revealed however, more immediate steps were taken to inspire their interest. Steps involving computer time and extracurricular activities. These steps promise to promote wise choices. They can be coarsely summed up as “You no study, you no play.”

I’m hoping to finish Clement’s Instructor, Book I, before setting that aside and diving into Ideas Have Consequences. Clement had quite a few ideas, and I would love to know more of what his contemporaries thought about him. For example: Clement says that Christians should only wear white garments. He notes that the “picture fades in course of time, and the washing and steeping in the medicated juices of the dye wear away the wool, and render the fabrics of the garments weak; and this is not favourable to the economy.” He earlier notes “Dyeing of clothes is also to be rejected. For it is remote both from necessity and truth ... The use of colours is not beneficial, for they are of no service against cold; nor has it anything for covering more than other clothing.” It delights my heart that there are parts left in Latin, so that the commoners among us who don’t read Latin well (which would be me) may not get their untrained minds confused with whatever subject is under discussion. Given the content of the English portion around the Latin, I think that the Latin saves the book from being X-rated.

We’ve recently had a blur of medical ‘things’. In the 31-day period we’re in the midst of , I have attended/will be attending two speech therapy evaluations, a physical therapy evaluation, a walker evaluation, a wheelchair evaluation, three wound care appointments, one orthopedic appointment, one orthodontic appointment, one mammogram, two PT appointments, and two ST appointments. (Whoops ... I forgot two. A blood draw for an endocrinology appointment, and the endocrinology appointment itself.)

Can someone remind me what the ‘home’ in ‘homeschool’ means, again? And if I promise to homeschool, does that mean I get to stay home? Pretty please? With a skein of sock yarn on top?

That reminds me ... I’m off to provide respite care in 2 hours, and I don’t have any socks on my needles. Buttermilk Risata and something from Favorite Socks, here I come!

The days go streaming by

Take today, for an example. At 5:30, my dearly beloved children head off to church (along with two other neighborhood munchkins), and they return at 9:00. That's when I update my blog. But ... when do I sit down to blogdom? At 8:30 -- after dropping said children off at church, getting groceries, and raiding a friendly neighborhood library.

The photos I was going to take today in wonderful, natural light? Just got taken.

The poncho is moving right along. The lace and I have never become fast friends. Sunday and Monday night were designed to build character. Just about the time I was ready to cease knitting and head to bed, I realized I'd made an error (nicely and consistently, over 75% of the rowly) two and a half rows back. Gotta dislike those plain knit rows that disguise pattern errors! So, I took a deep breath, placed a safety pin to mark the beginning of round (give or take a stitch), removed my needles, pulled carefully while counting back the rows, picked up the stitches, and started up again. Both Sunday AND Monday. Once was bad enough. Two gave me a bit too much character. Tuesday night saw no such continuance. I fixed it. I finished that lace pattern. Today I was hoping to finish the whole thing ... but it's not going to happen. Tomorrow it'll get finished. While I pack for Pella.

One nice thing about KidSilk Haze (or in my case, Super Kydd from Elann) is that is doesn't run, so picking up stitches is pretty easy. The flip side of this is that it doesn't run, which means it's entirely possible to knit 3 together, work the entire rest of the item, block it, give it to the recipient ... and notice a stitch looks funny, and discover that the knit 3 was really a knit one, fuzz two.

My Gull Socks are coming along nicely. I'm on sock one still, but will probably be on sock two before Monday. I suppose it depends on how nice Guinevere is to knit. If Guinevere is company knitting, the sock may well not even make it out of the bag in Pella, but if Guinevere requires concentration, than the socks will fly across my needles. My chipping-tipping Brittany needles. I finally gave up on e-mailing the company about their lovely guarantee, and called. Voila ... the needles will be shipped next Wednesday.

I've got yarn for projects coming out of my ears. The purple is the Meteor Twist socks. The remainder is for assorted Christmas presents and other miscellaneous such-like.

I have found a WONDERFUL book. The Greek Way, by Edith Hamilton. The book discusses why Greece was the beginning of civilization. Have you ever thought about why Greece was different from Persia and Egypt? Why the philosophers were Greek? What makes Greek Greek? I'm not even through the book yet, but I am making progress in it. I highly recommend it.


Civilization, a much abused word, is a matter quite apart from telephones and electric lights. It is a matter of imponderables, of delight in the things of the mind, of love of beauty, of honor, grace, courtesy, delicate feeling. Where imponderables are the things of first importance, there is the height of civilization, and if, at the same time, the power to act exists unimpaired, human life has reached a level seldom attained and very seldom surpassed. ~ Edith Hamilton

It's about time

I've been working on this poncho for 18 repeats now. And guess what? finally, and at last, I can actually TALK while working on the pattern. I still have to hold the book in my lap while working, but I'm not moving a sticky from row to row as I go through the 20-row repeat. I have never - barring the Faux Russian Stole and its 90+ row repeat - had this much trouble memorizing a pattern. This isn't even memorized. I can just work it and talk at the same time. Two days ago, I couldn't even work and listen. I've got two more repeats to go before I pick up stitches along the straight edge and start working new patterns in the round. Hopefully those patterns will sink into my memory more quickly.
When I'm not in a place to work on the poncho, I'm working on some simple socks. The bag (with partial doodle mitten) contains the yarns I'll be using in mom's Fair Isle Mittens, which will be started after I finish Guinevere.

Then there's the blue/purple vest in a Fair Isle book I have that is giving me sweet dreams. And the Unst Lace Stole...

Now, for some Finished Objects. There are the Tessellated Socks (which look much like single tessellated socks, but there are two of them.) The Mosaic Socks have striped toes and heels, and use Koigu. That pattern also never made it into my head. Am I getting dense, or am I just tackling harder things?

Lastly, here are two of the three teddy bear sweaters I made while muttering about the Mosaic Socks. The third was made in WoolEase, which was wonderfully drapey and soft to the touch. The two made out of stash acrylics could double for boards, any day. I can literally hold one sleeve by the ribbing and the other sleeve will point straight out. The pattern came from August 1, 2007 Knitting Pattern a Day. Or at least, the pattern for the blue sweater did. The other was was altered so I could knit it in one piece, instead of four. Or two, if you count picking up stitches and knitting sleeves on as 'one piece'

When life speeds up,

blogging slows down.

Wednesday night is my normal blogging night. Last Wednesday, I had respite. The previous Wednesday, I was at a retreat. And the previous Wednesday to that? Respite again. It's just not happening. And the fact that I can type three times faster than Blogger accepts characters is getting annoying.

I have oodles of lovely photos to share with you. But, I'm not making time to upload them today. Or even download them from my camera at the moment. I just want to make a quick post to show I'm alive, sort out my projects, note a few other things, and vamoose to go knit.

I'm alive.

Projects! (This is the fun part). Today, I ordered some yarn from Elann. Two days ago, I ordered some yarn from KnitPicks. I have a new box of KP yarns and color cards since my last blog post. Things are picking up on the 'projects to knit' calendar, but nothing is of great artistic merit.

• Socks in KP's Volcano Twist (on the needle, 2nd sock)
• Socks in KP's purple/black Essential twist
• Socks in KP's Buttermilk Risata
• Socks in KP's Petunia
• Socks in another colorway I forget
• Wrapped In Tradition poncho (WrapStyle) on the needle, Elann's SuperKydd in Pomegranate
• Guinevere wrap (WrapStyle) in Pomegranate
• Fair Isle mittens from Folk Mitens (at least, that's what the spine of my book says)
• Lacy baby blanket for baby show (in Swish Superwash, natural)
• Hat for dh, of unknown yarn and unknown design.
  

I have a Fair Isle vest in the back of my mind for me, but Im not going to be starting it any time soon, as you can see, so it's just stewing. As is what I shall do with the Misti Alpaca Lace I have. And when I shall begin the Unst Lace Stole (or similar project). So much to knit, so little time!

In that so little time, I've been enjoying Herodotus' Histories. Why didn't I read them when I was in school? My dh has started back to school, working on a master's degree. And my children have started back to school, under their usual teacher (me). The first week is done, and it improved greatly from start to finish. It had to. Monday began with 30 minutes of wailing, and Friday ended with glee because all the work for the day had been tackled after school was finished on Thursday, and it was a Free Day. Free to sit in the car for 2 hours, go to a doctor's appointment, wait there for 2 hours, then drive home for 2 hours. And go to Half Price Books.

Enough of waiting for Blogger to catch up to my typing. Time to go knit!

One piece of finished Tessellated goodness

There's nothing so delightful as knitting Fair Isle. Unless it's finishing Fair Isle and contemplating it while on the foot. Unless it's knitting lace. Or, perhaps, a cookie dough blizzard, or the knowledge that one is in a fine library and doesn't need to leave it for a week. Or maybe a eating a cookie dough blizzard while wearing newly finished Fair Isle socks, sitting in a library (next to a fireplace) with a lace project in the wings?

Let's face it - there are many delightful things in the world. One of them came off my needles yesterday. Another one jumped onto my needles after church today. Even for me, this is not a sock to start during Sunday School.

Vital Statistix (sock 1):

• Needles: 2.75 mm, US 2
• Gauge: 9 spi
  
• Yarn: Purple - ArtYarns Ultramerino, Purple; KPPPM Periwinkle P451-83, and Louet Gems Linen Grey.
• Pattern: More Sensational Knitted Socks, Tessellated Socks

Oh, I like this sock. It fits nicely. It feels cushy. It's a tremendous improvement from the tourniquet I made over 15 years ago. I can hardly wait for November.

I cast on another pair of socks for mom this morning. She likes wearing red, white, and blue on holidays ... and so, for her, from Coldwater Collaborative's Regia yarns, we have an appropriate sock.

And lastly, another bookshelf shot.

Tesselated Sock #1

I am a happy camper. My Work In Progress has two colors, isn't a tourniquet, and is moving along nicely. I am doing some pattern adaptation on-the-fly, but am really looking forward to seeing this sock on my foot.

My desk is clean (deep surface clean, that is ... the drawers are still scary), school starts in two weeks, and our air conditioning works. All is well in my little corner of the world. Except for camera focus, which is really the small stuff.

Scatterbrained?

I'm having a scatterbrained day. Take a large amount of pollen, blend it one allergic lady, add two children not native to the house, editing work, knitting, and attempting to use photos from Flickr in my blog ... and you have a scatterbrained me.

For one thing, no pictures are showing up. How can one have a running commentary if there are no visible pictures? Maybe you can see them. Maybe you can't! (I certainly can't. Maybe here will work? If anyone knows what I did wrong, holler!)

The first photo is of a Shetland wool batt. I'm not sure if it's supposed to look this way. No matter ... it's been spun. But if you know batts, do tell what you'd do if your batt looked like this.

Tucked in here somewhere are pictures of my spinning bobbin and a penny, my shawl blocked out on dental floss (a nice lifeline) to see if it really was large enough to start the edging (twasn't ... I did 30 more rows), some yarn that has been recycled from a baseball, and another portion of a bookcase.







I would have some pictures from the fair, but I didn't go. I didn't even knit. Four rows of a baby sock wiped me out, so I slept. The family entries did well, however. Puer came away with the tallest weed (10 ft giant ragweed, anyone?) and a very unappreciated-by-the-judge 3rd place ribbon for my Lazy Kate. Filia walked off with blue ribbon mittens and a Reserve Champion sweater, and I got lots of blue ribbons and a Champion ribbon on Puer's gansey. No comments on the Holey Shawl , just a blue ribbon pinned to it. I had to chuckle when the ladies taking the entries expressed concern about putting a pin through a fichu (is it strong enough?) but casually stabbed my shawl with no worries whatsoever. (I haven't looked yet to see what the pin did.)

Bleak House wasn't at the library, and I finished up Martin Chuzzlewit faster than I'd expected, so I was stuck without planned Serious Reading Material. I pulled Tom Jones off the shelf,and dove in. So far, so good!

Lazarus, Come Forth!

No, not quite. Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead. Lazarus was alive to start with. My shawl was not alive. And it's still not alive.

BUT, thanks to the encouragement of friends, I have a wearable shawl. My (and Denise's) most heartfelt thanks go to Cindy the Super Shawl Saver. Cindy gave me permission to do what no knitter ever should, and what I had never even considered (because I'm such a proper knitter, y'know), and because of that, I could tackle the holes.

Eight of them. Yes, I know I said 5 or 6 ... but eight holes got mended. The cause, near as I can figure, was wetting, blocking, wetting, and .... whoosh ... 16 strands parted like roving while getting gently squeezed. ('Scuse me while I go put my newly mended shawl into a colander so it can safely drip damp).

Here are today's repair photos. Before on the left, and after on the right. The ruler is in there for scale -- one fixed hole is above, and one fixed hole is below.













This hole, to the left, was the first one I saw in the shawl, and the first one I tackled with my Arsenal of Tools. See the tiny needle? See the thread through it? No --that's my yarn. It's tiny too. See the nassssty severed ends? My fix isn't invisible, but I think it will do.











And the last hole. The second hole I saw. The one that looked Miserable. The one that was miserable. It's not all better, but it's a rough representation of what the pattern is supposed to be. I am quite content to live with it.

The shawl is laying upstairs to dry now. I am not blocking this under tension, ever. I saw plenty of roving-esque spots that are holding together by neighborly love and kindness, and I have no wish to go through the past 48 hours again.

It's done.

Snooping around my house

While a friend and I were chatting the other day, we discovered that one of the things we most love about photos on blogs is seeing what books who has. And one of the most frustrating things is when one can't make out the titles. I am going to remedy this (hopefully) by taking systematic photos of my bookshelves and sharing them. My first three shelves are the top three of the eight shelves one is greeted with when walking into the living room. They are, in order from top to bottom, The Shelf We Can't Reach/Theology, The Theology We Really Want To Read, and Classics, Part I (of IV).

Zoomom was so kind as to share her sock yarn stash photos. I am stunned. Bona fide stunned. To encourage others (this is you, Penny) to show and tell as well, I am sharing photos of my sock yarn stash as well, and even my Whole Stash (with a few exceptions, noted.)

First, we have the sock yarns. The center tub is actuall sport weight yarns, and includes all my sport weight stuff ... primarily leftover Parade, Shine Sport, and Cotlin. The sock yarns are all leftovers from other pairs.

Next comes a profile shot of my stash. On the left, top-down, we have Sock Yarns, Fingering Weight (one of every Palette, mostly, Worsted Weight, DK weight, and on the bottom, Miscellaneous (I believe it's mostly miscellaneous fingering weight. I acquired someone else's stash BC (before children) and it was mostly fingering weight. The right stack contains Short Acrylic Worsted Leftovers, Coned Weaving Yarns, and Laceweight yarns.

Other yarns in the house, not covered here, include my daughter's stash (one box), one or two boxes of acrylic (gained from Freecycle), a box-worth of miscellaneous novelty yarns given to me 'in case I can use them' and some pre-yarn (ie, wool batts.)

Then, there is my knitting box. The sock at the bottom center is Filia's ... she'll wonder where it went when she finishes off its mate. The pale pink is Elann's Espirit, thinking about becoming baby socks. The rest has been blogged about recently.

For pictures of my Shetland Triangle, check out Journey to A Shawl. It's got my newest K'Nex yarn toy too.

Last night I spent plotting and planning for school. I think I've got a vague enough plan to last, and a concrete enough plan to get something done. I also splurged and got desks for my children, so they have their own working space. A 6x2 ft table doesn't quite work fo rus.

I'm plugging away on Martin Chuzzlewit. The book has actually gotten quite good, and I am having to pull myself away to get other things done. Like socks (finished Sunday) for the fair (entries Thursday). Hard Times is an easier read, but Martin has grown on me.

Death of a Shawl

It is with great sadness, and a good dose of bemusement, that I write this. My Alpine Lace shawl has died. The cause of death is unknown. I do know that today I spent an hour running a thread around the edges so I could block it smoothly, gave it a warm bath while I wove in the ends on the Molly Pitcher socks, squeezed it gently to remove excess water, and spread it out to block.

And found five holes, involving multiple strands of broken yarn. My shawl is not going to the State Fair. It probably won't go to the county fair in 5 days. And it's never even been worn.

I'm not ready to bury it yet.

Sniff.

A change of plans

God has plans for us. Sometimes those plans are similar to what we were thinking of, and other times, His plans are an abrupt change from ours. In the past week, I've seen changes of great and serious magnitude (not first-hand) and small magnitude(first and second-hand).

For the second-hand small, let me just say that Denise has a juicy blog post to write, and I won't spoil her surprise. And for first-hand small, there's the tooth my husband just broke off (actually, I suppose that's second-hand too, since it is his tooth and not mine), and the knitting project sitting in front of me.

I got a lovely skein of Mega Boot Stretch at The Yarnery earlier this summer to make mom a pair of Padded Footlets. The gauge was 7 sts/", and the suggested needle size was US 0. I laughed and reached for my 2s, since I always use 2s for socks. I generally get 8-9 spi as well, but I wasn't too concerned about that. The stitch count looked good for my usual, so I forged ahead.

After some charitable muttering about the instructions for working the padded sole, the sock and I made our peace and I knit away. When I got to the point pictured, I tried on said sock. It fit wonderfully ... but the padding only covered the middle half of my sole. And my feet are narrower than my mom's. So, it was out with the ruler. The gauge on the padded part was 10 spi. On 3.0 mm needles nonetheless (I switched to metal from my favorite wooden 2.75 mms, just in case) Some serious rethinking was obviously necessary. What needles would I use to get 7 spi with sock yarn? The gauge on the unpadded part was 8 1/2 spi ... my normal. Why was the padded part tighter? Very likely, the k1 sl1 pattern done for 2 out of every 3 rows. Did I want to re-engineer the footlet? (No. I don't like the padding. It's not circular.) Did I want to knit a normal sock, and knit some padding to go on later? (Not particularly.) How attached was my mom to the Padded Footlets? (Not very.)

And so, yesterday at our very first town Craft Group meeting (attended by just my daughter and I, standing outside of a locked community Room on a 90 degree, humid day) I frogged the footlet. Completely and unequivocally. (We had relocated the meeting back to our home at that time). And now, the Mega Boot Stretch, nee Padded Footlets, looks like the photo at right. Isn't it lovely? No nasty gauge issues at all, and all worked beautifully in the round. During a baseball game, no less.

The baseball season is over. We were around 500, with two ties. I got oodles of knitting done, but am not sorry to have the busy-ness pass. The garden is starting to kick in with produce -- namely, cucumbers. Here's a picture of our very first, surrounded by some Stash Socks for Small Feet. Isn't he cute? Filius is lobbhing for dill pickles, which I loathe (having teethed on the critters). But I have cukes, and I have dill .. so why not? I've also got some zucchini, so perhaps I'll try some zuke pickles as well. I'll make sweet pickles for me, too, of course.

In serious matters, I have discovered Dickens. (Or Thingyens, as one message board filter terms him.) I'd read A Tale of Two Cities decades ago, and remember nothing but the opening sentence. I'd slogged through David Copperfield, over a 7 year period, and found it nice, but nothing that made me want to revisit it any time soon. And then, I read Hard Times. (Saturday and Sunday, to be precise.) It was funny. It was deep. It had some thought-provoking ideas. And so I declared it to be our next Read-Aloud, and checked out Martin Chuzzlewit for my next book. So far, Filii are enjoying the book ... and they don't even know how it ends!

I have also discovered (Thanks, Molly!) that my Christening Gown came from Dale's Book #40, which has been discontinued. But ... thanks to a fabulous knitting network, I have the book on my desk this very instant, on loan. No such luck with the blanket. It can't have been from Treasures in Needlwork, since I have all six issues. Was it Threads? Was it Threadneedle Street? Shall I ever know? I will probably settle for recreating one from the original (my original, at least) and Sharon Milller's Heirloom Lace book.

And that means I need to order more yarn.

Another week, another shopping trip

This time, we had a slightly longer doctor visit, but compensated for it by visiting Three yarn stores, one book store, one gallery, one library, and a few other necessary places (food, anyone?)

At Yarnzilla, I fell in love with the Misti Alpaca Lace, which has been calling my name for some time. The Panda Cotton seemed perfect for a pair of toddler/baby socks, so I got that too.

Coldwater Collaborative was a spot on our map marked "Yarn Store" in Excelsior. It was almost on our route to the bookstore (our official first stop) but we decided to detour and see if we could spot it. We had no name, no address ... just a circle around "Water Street". Wouldn't you know - the last block had a store saying "The Yarn Store You've Been Looking For" What was there to do but park and head on in? They had lots of yummy yarn, including the Regia above, and Mom saw some books she had to have as well. She exercised great restraint in not getting a Koigu book and enough yarn for me to make a cardigan.

Then we made it to the bookstore. Here's our loot - with a few books from the last trip. Book at this house do not stay on the bookshelf. They WANDER from room to room, and out to the van, and off to the front porch.

On the way home, we stopped off at The Tangled Skein for some Brittany needles, but they were OUT so I am still stuck with just 5 sock needles, which is really putting a bind on my traveling/home project, since socks are on the list for both. Maybe I should start spinning for my shawl? (What shawl, you ask? I don't know yet.)

Theresa correctly guessed that my mystery project was from Victorian Lace Today. But no one even thought about guessing which project it was! It was Victorian Ruby, and all is done but the blocking.

Now, some pics of old projects (ca 1995) and some questions. Does anyone know which issue of Treasures in Needlework had this baby blanket pattern? Or where else it might be? I made 3, but feel like I should make some more. Not for me ... Puella got the cream, Puer got the blue, my maid of honor's daughter got the pink ... but just for general principles.


And here's a Dale of Norway Christening Gown. Dale has discontinued all their old booklets (drat) but does anyone know which one this gown came from? I can't imagine where my booklet went to.

The baby stuff is coming out as I've been asked to knit up some things for a baby show this November. Puella is thinking of knitting some socks for it as well. And I may have found a goldsmith to make some lovely shawl pins, so I could knit shawls to my heart's content, and sell them in her gallery with matching pins.

My current WIP looks, at this moment, very much like a sock cuff. How's everyone doing on the summer knitting?

And did anyone actually get a book they wanted at the Interweave Press Hurt Book sale? I started browsing around the site at 10:04 Mountain Time and by the time I got to the right pages (running 7 tabs at a time) all 6 books that looked good were Gone.

Like I needed more knitting books.

1776

An excellent musical, and one perfectly suited to the day. I've learned more about the Declaration of Independence from this musical than I did in my scholastic career. It's pretty accurate, too (although I do believe that Ben Franklin refusing to write politics is a fiction.) And since I can look at "Our Country's Founders" and identify all the men sketched on the front, make-up must have done a good job.

Rosemary, the next two pictures are for you. Our separated-at-birth pups (separated by a few years, if I remember aright) look alike, and are both blanket hogs. Filius wandered into the kitchen one morning to see what was for breakfast. By the time he got his question out, his blanket was occupied. And Terry does not take kindly to having his 'bed' moved. That may have something to do with why he was missing most of his front teeth when we got him (age 6, 2 years ago).

Terry is also a laundry hog. Filii are in charge of sorting the laundry, and then putting their own away. Canis Terribilis does not like having to move so somene else can get his chores done. Warm laundry, fresh from the dryer, is his favorite.

Last Friday, we had to go shopping in St. Paul. A short-but-necessary 10 minute medical appointment necessitated the shopping trip. I won't share the book stack with you (but I did get an abridged version of Johnson, and it looks READABLE! Filius got a book of The Best of Dick Tracy, among other things.) I was also hunting for sock yarn, having finished off my contribution to Becca's destashing efforts. We raided The Yarnery, a new-to-us yarn store. It was accessible, and withstood our onslaught fairly well.

Isn't this a lovely picture? You see some previously bought Koigu (the blue and purple) which came along so I could find them appropriate company for that lovely pink/blue tesselated sock in More Sensational Knitted Socks. That's the Louet Gems light tan. Behind that is Regia Bamboo, a most lovely, cushy, squishy yarn. I'm 3" into the second sock for that. (Our town's parade is 3" long ) . The tropical colors and pink Pony pearls are for Filia, who is aboutt 5: into her sock with them. The Meilinweit is destined for the Padded Footlets (which, along with the Bamboo, are, for my mom). The two pewter buttons are a representative of the 7 that will go on my Spinnery Jacket, the sheep is a Lantern Moon tape measure which Filia fell in love with. She talked grandma into getting it for her, so she won't have to borrow mine. Except, it's more a case of 'not having to return mine.' The question is ... will she ever be able to find her own? And lastly, some lovely Rowan Kid Silk Haze in a Pewter-with-a-hint-of-lavender shade. It's on the needles right now ... any guesses as to what it will become?

I buckled down last week after finishing these child's socks, and wove in the ends for 4 pair of socks. Tis done. And now, it's time to go work with some KSH and watch some men in wigs sing their way through the signing of the declaration.