Channeling the lust for yarn into barely controlled startitis is not an unreasonable compromise.
I need to be finishing (and I can barely stand to put it out there in public) Volt and Brando.
Instead, the Celtic Braid hat proceeds steadily. Eleven of sixteen repeats of the braid repeated. Na Craga needs work. (Twisty cuff sitting and waiting not so patiently on the dining room table.) Light And Up is winning the race currently, because, well, mindless. Like me.
Now? I want to start L'Enveloppe. It looks useful. Warm. There is some challenge involved (short rows, sewing, origami construction). I am trolling the stash, but stymied by not knowing how to figure the yarn quantity needed. (I haven't yet purchased the pattern.) Then I go back to the stash, and conjecture, then stop, because I don't know how to figure the yarn quantity needed.
Maybe something different will happen this weekend, (as in buy the pattern) and I will know how to figure out the yardage.
It has been a long week. I didn't even realize until mid morning that it is Friday the 13th today.
The date was February 15th, 2015. Was this the second blizzard? The third?
Yes, it was the third. At this point, I was thinking snowshoes as the only viable option for taking care of the home perimeter. But you know how it goes. There was not a decent pair of snowshoes to be had, on-line or in person anywhere I searched. (I am a good searcher.)
I pulled out my boots. My usual boots are Sorel Caribous. I have had the same pair for upward of fifteen years. They come up to low calf height. Put a snow shovel in front of them, and they are warm and dry. Last winter, however, was different. As you know.
Two or so winters before, I had purchased Sorel Glacier boots for women. I cannot remember what I thought I was getting prepared to do. They weren't used in the purchase year, nor in 2014.
I pulled them out last year, and started laughing, then took the picture. My Sorel Glaciers were COMPLETELY overmatched by the winter of 2015. When you clear snow to get to a part of the roof you haven't raked, and you sink to your crotch with every step, even Glaciers will not rescue you.
I spent hours and hours convinced I would run out of yarn. Which color? ALL of them. Yes, I bought a Tulip sweater kit. And yes, I did run out of yarn on the purple (second to the last color, the color just before the border blue). EIGHT STITCHES too short. Damn yarn store owner. She made, what, 5 cents by shorting me?
So I started the border seed stitch color eight stitches early in seed stitch rather than st st. Which ensured that I would run out of blue border yarn. (I didn't.)
I was finishing the little garment in the middle of one of the several blizzards in February, 2015. I had a wonderful offer from a local knitter (thank you, R!) for her bit of extra from her go at this project. I emailed: "I have a disaster pass from the hospital. I am coming over to pick up the blue border yarn as soon as I get the driveway snowblown. Running out of yarn IS a true disaster. Just kidding on the last part about coming over. Do you think anyone will notice that the sleeve purple on one sleeve is eight stitches short?"
The muggle who received this pretty little FO did not notice. And although it is a gift with impact on the visuals, it is the last Tulip sweater I will knit.
I am not forwardly clever in my knitting. I had no great work-around for getting rid of ends as I knit. Which means that weaving in 60 ends will not ever happen again.
This summarizes today quite well. We ran around doing all the things. I did get the turkey ordered. One of the local farmstands provided breakfast, part of lunch, and future dinners this week. That was it.
I did go to a wine tasting yesterday. In my local market, if you like wine that will hold a spoon upright in the glass, in a good way, buy the 2010 Feudo di Santa Croce Primitivo. If you like clean, bright Sancerre in a fantastic Loire Valley vintage, buy the 2014 Lafond Reuilly 'Clos Fussay'. Neither one costs more than $21.99.
My knitting is all about episodic, intervals, and process. My stash coughed up a skein of Swans Island worsted merino in a teal colorway. I am knitting the Celtic braid hat. It is currently late late fall (leaves are down, temperatures are moderate, and no snow has fallen). But winter is near, and the hats must be knit.
There are those among you who are thinking I am doing all of the weaving all of the time. This is not so.
The warp in the last post was done in March over three days. It represents three solid days of sitting at a loom, barely breaking for meals, and throwing a shuttle (actually four or five) furiously for 9-10 hours per day. One must finish the required length by the end of three days. Then the studio closed, and it was back to real-world work for me.
One's butt hurts. The hamstrings scream. Shoulders complain. The brain gets fried.
I did not warp and weave that between NaBloPoMo #5 and #6.
It is said that in order to get stuff done, give it to a busy person. Nothing is farther from the truth when it comes to this busy person. I am temporarily (like 17 weeks of temporary *gack*) filling some big shoes at work in addition to my other duties. My stock quip ("I am so overcommitted, I should be committed") doesn't even touch where I live right now.
Guess what. Self-inflicted. I will stop whining until the next blog post.
So that warp is called a Horn warp. It is an interpretation of a classic Swedish coverlet from a region of Sweden called Ostergotland, in the southern part of the country. A dedicated woman named Ann-Sofie Svansbo collected, researched, and photographed traditional coverlets. She put out a book called "Ostogotadrall". I played with some of the colors, leaving the main ones intact. The warp is 30/2 cotton. Warp threads broke constantly. I had so many opportunities to learn, I almost cried. But in the end, I have a wonderful piece that I will have quilted. It will live on my family room couch. (The colors harmonize with the upholstery, which is probably why I fell in love with it in the first place.)
I mentioned a few posts ago that I had started Na Craga. I cast on. Ten stitches into the first row, I realized I had read the wrong part of the pattern, so I ripped, and cast on more stitches. The rib stitch is twiddly, and I have been waiting for some brain space before I do the first few rows. I am hoping it will be less twiddly after that.
The nascent WIP has been like this for a week now. And THAT is the speed at which I craft. (( laughed at myself when I wound the second ball of yarn. But I wanted to do SOMETHING, and that was what was possible at that moment.)
I have done this November thing for, what, four years? Five years? And I still haven't done the write-the-blog-posts-ahead dodge. Slow learner.
When the prior twinkle-in-the-eye child became a fetus, I planned a kimono. The child's sex was a mystery. KellyR ("what?? you knit something for someone that doesn't exist yet??") would be horrified to know that I knit a kimono at the beginning of the pregnancy, thought it lacked punch, and then knit the second one which you saw in an earlier post.
[CERTIFIED BONKERS] << tag for my forehead
So the first one is, indeed, done and blocked. It is waiting for a potential mom, for whom the colors will sing quiet songs of joy.
Yarn: Claudia's Handpaints, Walk in the Woods colorway Needle: Knitpicks #3 circular Started: end of April, done end of May-ish
I forgot to tell you about a small (!) modification I did on the other baby sweater. The yarn was thicker than the usual fingering weight merino. When I finished the three needle bind-off for the sleeves, there was a valley on the public side at the top of the join.
So I turned the sweater instead out, where there was an attractive ridge, and called it the public side. The opening is on the left instead of the right. Hi-dee-ho.