Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Ta-da!

Yet another FO "Ruffles"



Details: purchased as a kit from the Knittingbag.com. Yarn is Meunch Serpentine, knit on size six bamboo circs. I purchased the kit because I could not find a purse frame anywhere!!!! I seamed it on the sewing machine as I though that would help it with a little rigidity. I sewed the purse frame casings on the sewing machine as well. The seam is a little wonky, but barely visible. Plus: cute as all get out. Minus: Serpentine is fiddly and horrible to work with, it sticks to your hands and snags very easily. I'll knit this one again, but in some other yarn.

It has been an exciting first week without work. Last Thursday the mum and I went to LA to see The Boy King! I bought the tickets way back in March, so it was a much anticipated trip. There are not that many artifacts from Tut's own tomb, but some very spectacular pieces nonetheless. I especially loved the "imitation folding stool with tail", a gorgeous wooden stool inlaid with a design to resemble an animal pelt including a wee tail! If anyone gets a chance to see it, don't pass it up. We also spent a good long day at the Getty. What a spectacular facility. I love that the galleries are small, and only hold a few works, makes the act of viewing more intimate and more accessible. There was a great exhibition of one of my all time favorite photographers Weegee. Just love his gritty, noir, and yet innocent photographs of murderers, whores, and just plain old people.

Then I started school again yesterday! Me, at almost 40, taking an intro to basic photography. Me, sitting in a class room with 50 kids just out of high school. Talk about feeling OLD. I think I might even be older than the instructor. I can't wait to get started.

Today I got an e-mail from an old friend with a lead on a directing gig. Its just a reading, but its also a place to start getting my artistic life back on track...

And a parting shot just for good measure.



More FOs very soon.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Meet my leetle friend...

Flora!



from Knitty. Details: the three yarns stranded together are Lang's Venezia, Lang's Pearl and GGH's Soft-kid. The resultant variegation looks like peppermint candy to me! The pattern is delightfully easy to follow, and the flower was great fun to make. The button is from my vast array of buttons that I have collected over the years.



In the flesh the flower looks terrific and very three dimensional.



This gives a better view of the color, but the flower is still a little fuzzy. The flower has stamens! The center of the flower is made with a twisted loop; you loop about three inches of yarn, twist it until it twists back on itself and then slide the top of the loop back over the needle. What you are left with is a big boucle like nub and a new stitch! Genius!

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A sweet side story; Husband is out of town on business, and it had put out older dog into a state. He was panting uncontrollably last night, which worried me terribly. So I did what any right minded hypochondriac would do, I went on-line! Excessive panting in a healthy dog is often an indicator of stress. So I went back to comfort my stressed dog (should add that I know he is healthy, we were just at the vet a week ago). About 11 Devil Dog and I fell asleep, but I knew Angel dog was still up and panting. I vaguely heard him go out the dog door, and when after a certain amount of time he didn't come in, I woke up and decided to hunt for him. Looked out the back door, called for him, no dog. So I looked out the front door... and there he was curled up in the drive way, looking at the gate, waiting for his master. ! Awwwwwww!

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Uh-oh

Seems that I have a problem...



A seriously bad case of repetitive startitis or is it chronic non-finishitis syndrome. Lets see; starting with the lavender pile on the far left we have the endless stockinet sea of Garland- back completed, sleeves in progress, front and ruffles... ugh; next the Drop Stitch cardigan from the Fall Intereweave in the variegated Manos- back and sleeves complete, fronts just itching (literally) to be cast on; light blue is the second Eowyn that I am knitting on dpns - having issues with the ugliness factor; brown ribbon is being knit into the ruffled hand bag from Knitting On the Edge; the light royal blue is the badly, sadly flawed Iris; the pile of color in the front is my latest experiment with handmade felt.





First step is admitting you have a problem. Right? I am assuming that this can be remedied by low doses of cabernet (a Chianti will do in pinch as pictured above) and a strict yarn diet. Yes, I am not buying yarn for another project until I finish (or frog) these. Starting right now...

Right now is of course after yesterday when I finally got my grimy paws on Rebcca issue 30, and spent a delicious hour in Imagiknit* squeezing balls of yarn, choosing the yarn and the button to knit Flora from Knitty.

On a closing note, Friday September 16th is my last day at my job. A huge burden has been lifted from my shoulders. It is the right move, and yes I am a little scared... but I'm also a little excited. I mention this because my last entry was more than a little bitter, and contained a vast amount of complaining. In addition to my yarn diet, I am going on a gripe diet. Starting... tomorrow... what follows is a wee gripe, so if you are not up to it you can stop reading here.

*Just a little side note, I have always felt welcomed at Imaginknit until yesterday. I guess they were very busy, as evidenced by the woman who was at the counter when I approached with my magazine and my small (really and truly it was small) pile of yarn, she dashed away blurting out as she dashed "I have three things in my queue". Apparently I was not one of those things. The wan looking young woman who was seated next to her behind the counter resignedly wafted my direction (a staggering 2 feet, but it might as well have been a mile) and vaguely waved at my small pile, "Is ALL this yours". Yep, all three skeins, and that button, and that magazine. Lordy, sorry to disturb your finger nail polish chipping. Now there are days when I have been less than a joy to be around, but I try to strap it on in public - I have smiled through hang-overs, PMS, back spasms, cramps, the like... If I worked in Yarn Nirvana I would probably be grinning from ear to ear the long way round morning, noon and night. Wan girl I am sorry if you were having a bad day, but it wasn't very much fun.


Thursday, September 08, 2005

A rant, a plea, and some knitting

RANT

Last week I was employed and unhappy. Last Friday I learn that my boss dislikes me as much as I dislike him. Although I have not been fired, I have been "kindly" asked to look for employment elsewhere. He offered to allow me to stay until I find another job, condescendly telling me that it is "easier to find a job while you have a job". As if I am totally unaware of how the job market works... Humph! I am gave him two weeks. That leaves the other employees, who I quite like, in the lurch, but fuck it - I have hated that job since the day I took it.

The boss man said to me, upon hiring me, "I am hiring you despite the fact that your resume is funny". "Peculiar" not "haha". Possibly the Master of Arts threw him. Possibly the fact that my entire career up until that moment in time had been in the arts threw him. I took this job because it paid more than any non-profit arts job could ever imagine paying, and my husband had just been laid off. We had a mortgage, two car payments, not to mention groceries, electricity, gas, water and the like to pay. And yes, I stagnated. I was great on the phone, trained actors often are. But after the forty eleventh time I had to correct a numerical mistake I had made on a spreadsheet, my charisma started to wear thin. This past Friday it split down the middle. It has been a three-year run, not bad for off off off off off Broadway.

Fact: I have not been fired. Fact: I am no longer welcome at my job. Course of action: leave and finally do what I want to do. Problem: don't know what that is. Opportunity: get to find out. I don't do numbers, detail or coffee - beyond that I am pretty much game to try anything. Ideas are most welcome! Anyone want to look at my resume?
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PLEA

Humane Society, Red Cross, click the links above.
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KNITTING

There has been knitting, albeit kinda weird looking knitting.




Doesn't this remind you of a cast? I think I may have been my choice of color, plaster cast white... I think I might enjoy them in the winter. Although now there is really no danger of me developing carpal tunnel, as I won't be typing poorly crafted letters any more, I wonder if I will have a use for them. (No, not bitter, not me... just a little case of "boss got there before I did" Fucker!).

Pattern: Eowyn, Rowan 38
Needles: Crystal Palace Bamboo Circs size 10.5
Yarn for gauntlet: Blue Sky Alpaca Sport Weight in colors #000, and #004
Yarn for lace: 4 ply Alpaca purchased at Stitches West 2005 - brand unknown.

Another view



I am disappointed with the bulkiness of the seam. I have started another pair, this time knit in the round with double pointed needles. I'll post the specs as soon as they are done.

Rowan 38 is a home run. Bonnie and Clyde actually are knitted items - who knew! Clyde is a purse and Bonnie is a wee felted flower! Sweet.

Now need the new Rebecca. Rumor has it that a number of Bay Area knitters are in possession of it... I guess Saratoga is the knitting Bermuda Triangle.

Friday, September 02, 2005

The Red Cross and the Humane Society

Friday November 25th, 1994 I learned first hand of the generosity and incredibly organized responsiveness of the Red Cross. You see the meth lab in the apartment next door caught on fire, took out half of a San Francisco city block (the corner of Pierce and Haight for those of you who want to know). 150 people were displaced.

The Red Cross was on the scene shortly after the site was declared a disaster. They had counselors on hand, provided temporary housing in hotels, and provided help locating lost pets, provided clothing and food vouchers. They helped us take the steps to rebuild our lives. Without the Red Cross my life might not have come back together so easily.

We lost everything. But we didn’t lose our community. That I cannot imagine. My heart is breaking for New Orleans, for the communities lost, for the lives lost. The Red Cross is there, and doing for those folks what they did for me.

I’d send yarn, but I don’t think that will help. So I will send money, knowing that the Red Cross needs it and will use it in the best possible way.

The Humane Society helped me locate my cat Jack. He had been badly burned, but was alive and in good care at their facility. He lost a few lives that night, but lived another ten years. If you can, help them too.

Monday, August 29, 2005

Baby Steps



Garland's seemingly endless sleeves look much nicer photographed with my passion flower.

I am also contemplating frogging the sleeves of the Drop Stitch cardigan. I see a HUGE mistake in one of the dropped sections, namely I dropped too many stitches. See...



It might just drive me nurts. I am hardly a perfectionist, but I might not be able to hide this one.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

I think I broke my dog...

This past weekend we took the dogs to visit some friends who live on a ranch in Pescadero. There is a small pond on this ranch, Corsa and Godiva did what any right minded labradors would do, they swam until they coulnd't swim any more. Corsa sprained his bum (tail doesn't work so good right now) and Godiva is still tuckered out, three days later! Below is the Chiefmessmaker with Corsa. Godiva was too busy being the underbrush-jump-in-pond-smell-coyote-scat dog to stand still for a photo op



Our friends board a sheep at this ranch. Heidi, the poor sheep, has not been shorn in 13 months or so. I have never seen such an overloaded creature in my life. As a knitter I have never seen so much potential in once place at one time. I really did feel like Elmer Fudd looking at Bugs Bunny all trussed up like a Thanksgiving Turkey, except I was seeing Heidi dressed in all the potential sweaters that she could become...(being the bright girl that I am, I did not take a picture of this amazing sight).

There has been knitting, and not just the imagined kind either, but honest actual knitting, however it is all pretty boring. Next project has got to be lace or cables, or have weird short row shaping, because this stockinette knitting is driving me crazy!


I have been alternately drooling and questioning the newest Rowan designs in Rowan 38. Aside from the unique (cough) names that some of the projects have, some of them look really fascinating, and some are interesting (in "my isn't that ... interesting" way).

River, truly a lovely piece. And who doesn't need a lacy knit shawl (at least I think its a shawl).



Eowyn, fun funky, just what I need lacy, cabled teacher gloves*. Satisfying both as fashion accessories and a fun knit.



Bonnie, now did I miss something? I don’t see the knitwear…



Clyde, just as much of a rebel as Bonnie (those two), again looks lovely, but where is the knitting?



Armi, is well, interesting in that way that things are sometimes.



Felting is mentioned. And ya'll know how I am about the felting!!!

I have to get my grimy paws on this magazine! Some of the photography is very dark, I can’t make out the details. Has anyone see it up close and personal? Any thoughts on it? My LYS can't tell me when they will get their Rowan winter shipment!

*My high school, in Chile, lacked central heating. Imagine a large rectangular building, maybe the length of a football field, there is no central hallway. All the classrooms face out, and have large metal and glass doors. Paint the whole thing orange and black and you have Nido de Aguilas circa 1983. Each classroom is a equipped with one steam radiator. It was cold in the winter, cold and damp. Santiago’s climate is much like northern California, and Santiaginos always act indignant that winter comes upon them with such damp ferocity. Inside and out we wore our fingerless gloves and ponchos, not today’s frothy concoctions, but big, heavy, woven blanket like garments, very practical, very warm. Our teachers made fingerless gloves popular, easier to write on the board, hand out papers, run the ancient mimeograph machine. They were usually made of brown, grey and white alpaca, often decorated with an intarsia llama or alpaca. I miss those ponchos and gloves, but not those cold classrooms.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

The name game

I imagine that it gets old sitting around dreaming up names for your knit designs, but somebody might want to talk to Rowan's marketing department about this one...

Snork

Names not withstanding, I think I must have this magazine.


Bland Progress

Garland is resting for the moment as I concentrate on the Drop Stitch Cardigan from the Fall Interweave.

I will either love the Drop Stitch Cardigan, or hate it with a passion known to few. I love the variegated Manos wool that I am using. I love cardigans... so the risk is minimal. However (and didn't you just know there was going to be a caveat), when I gauged the sweater I had to go up a needle size to get the correct gauge width, but in doing so the lengthwise gauge was increased by a row. I am more concerned about it fitting around me properly than I am about length; besides, I have a longish back so a little extra length is welcome. The worry comes from the sleeves which are turning out to be apishly long. I do like a longer sleeve, but will I be frustrated by the drop stitches catching on everything I touch?

Here are the sleeves in all their glory. This photo does not do justice to the yarn, in fact it is much, much less pea green colored. The blanket that they are photographed against is a lush grass green (not dead lawn green as the photo would lead you to believe)




I do plan to wet block this sweater, and in that hope to compensate (read tug, pull and otherwise bend to my will) for my slap dash attitude toward following gauge. My swatching gauging issues can really land me in hot water since I tend to favor more fitted styles that are not so terribly forgiving when knit slightly off kilter... maybe I should stick to felting.

After I finish the Cardi and the endless Garland, I must find a project that is not so stockinet heavy. Maybe some pretty lacy thing, like the great shame of Spring 2005. Or maybe the fabulous Weekend Get Away Bag from the fall Interweave.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Exsqueeze me?

Today I shall discuss fashion, and share a wonderful fashion tip that I received (like a blow to the solar plexus) at the hands of sales person at a certain department store (originally based in the Pacific Northwest, with a reputation for excellence in shoes and customer service, name begins with an ‘n’… ). Ok I don’t know why I am protecting the store, it didn’t do anything to me, and it wasn’t even the sales clerk that I was dealing with that handed me the little tip that has me all aquiver. But don’t let me get ahead of my story.

Saturday my lovely spouse had to stop by the above-mentioned clothier to pick up a pair of trousers he was having altered, so I opted to go along for the ride. I had had my eye on a certain pair of boots, which I wanted to try. (For some inexplicable reason I am craving winter clothing – summer clothing is such a bummer, always seems to be cheaply made, never seems to fit right, often is made out of fabrics that don’t breathe – hello, who wants to wear synthetics when its hovering near 98 degrees? Perhaps I should start buying my summer wardrobe at the store I am not naming in this little flame rather than Old Navy!) We arrive at the mall, I am dressed in my Saturday best, consisting of a bright green tank and a fetching pair of ratty cut offs (very Daisy Duke – I am so pop culture). I stop in ladies shoes; Spouse goes off to fetch his trou. I assume he is going to come back after he gets his pants to see me in my glory with the objects of my chocolate boot lust. The sales guy, who is helping me quickly learns that I have no dignity and love a good joke, and comments, “Now that is a look” as I am waltzing around in my shorts and OBVIOUSLY wintry boots. I spy Spouse lurking in men’s shoes (Spouse is as big a shoe ho as I am), and my sales guy suggests that I go over to show him. I take the suggestion and prance over to men’s shoes. Now I am fully aware that the look I am sporting is not in the trade rags this season, in fact I think it came in and went out the same day that Barbarella was released. NOT THAT THERE IS ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT MIND YOU, and should you choose to walk around in public dressed in such a fashion more power to you. Spouse spots me, and I call out, “What do you think”? Before he can answer me, a sales woman in men’s shoes says to me “Those boots are supposed to be worn tucked into jeans.” Gobsmacked I tell you!

How many things are wrong with this, let me count them:

  1. I didn’t ask you
  2. The customer is always right
  3. SUPPOSED! When did shoes, or any other garment for that matter, come with a manual of dos and don’ts . I was well aware that I was a walking Glamour Don’t, but then again I was only trying the boots on!
  4. Unsolicited advice is rarely welcome
  5. Tucked into jeans? Hello, did that in 1982, don’t need to and won’t do it again.
  6. SUPPOSED!
  7. Did I ask you?
  8. Let she who has never committed a fashion faux pas cast the first stone Miss “I dressed in the dark” sales person
  9. Hello, were either of us addressing you?
  10. SUPPOSED?

Now perhaps she felt that she was saving me from a life of fashion faux pas, but rillly! And if so, there are a thousand other ways to offer the suggestion such as ; “Those boots look great tucked into jeans.” SUPPOSED? So the fashion police will prosecute me if I wear them in any other way? It is not my right as an able bodied adult to dress in any way I choose? If I choose to dress like a trashy ole ho, then I will bloody well do it! If I choose to wear Manolos and drape myself in Lion Brand “Fun Fetti” yarn and ride through town barebacked on my horse then I will do it!

Needless to say, I bought the boots.

The boots will look stunning paired with Garland, if I can ever finish knitting this vast landscape of stockinette:

And just dreamy pair with the Dropped Stitch Cardigan from the fall Interweave that I am knitting in variegated Manos:

Saturday, August 06, 2005

For the love of dog!

Really? Now I would never buy Cat Fancy, but this? And for those of you who choose not to click:



Yep I am a big ole suckah when it comes to my dogs. And this magazine bills itself as "the modern dog culture magazine". Hey, I am modern and so are my dogs, and we care about culcha!.

On the way home this morning we spied this guy. He is into car culture.





(Sad lack of knitting content due to a bad case of stockinetteitis. Garland is a loverly girl, but she is entirely knit in ss, which does not make for thrilling photography or content)

Monday, August 01, 2005

Getting into hot water....

I like to felt. I like knitting big ole things and watching them shrink up into nothingness. I was always envious of kids who had Shrinky Dinks kits, I am making up for this lack by playing with my own grown up version of Shrinky Dinks, I like to call them "Smelty Felts"; nothing beats the odeur of wet sheep pervading your home! (On a side note... the Shrinky Dink website says you can make a "whole variety of useable plastic items". Huh? These are not your grandma's Shrinky Dinks kids! These are the Shrinky Dinks of the new millennium! Useful! Bright! Bizarre!)


So anyhoo, I like to felt.

Witness these cute reverse checkerboard slippers that I felted last Christmas



Cute my ass! They were never given as gifts because they are butt ugly. Only a mother could love these half assed excuses for cleverly crafted gifts. They were destined to make the short journey from gift to church rummage sale in seconds flat. But I digress. I didn't have the heart to toss them out, nor did I want them polluting my knitting basket with their hideousness. I plopped these beauties on top of my washer. They floated around for months, falling on the floor, one of the pair migrating upstairs with the clean laundry, gathering dust and dog kibble, falling in the paper recycling only to be fished out because they were not paper. Slowly they gathered a life of their own, they became the personalities of the laundry room. You could always open the door to the laundry and find one or both of them lurking, on the floor, apart, together, but constant hairy little mirror images of each other.

These little buggers really do have a life of their own. While I was doing a load dog towels {for those of you just dying to know what a dog towel is: we have a generous back stock of old towels used to dry wet dogs. Those of you who own water dogs already know.} one of these cretinous hairy monsters decided to explore the inside of the washer.

number one, the normal sized felted slipper



and number two, the super felted, felted slipper!



Snork!

The Harlot knits darling little people shoes. I just shrink 'em into oblivion! This little slipper is dense; it might knock someone out if you threw it at his or her head at just the right angle.

I love felting, it is such a random act! When I am not making a "whole variety of useable plastic (ermmm, wool) items", I am busy making useless, turdlike objet d'art! Oh Martha me!

Oh yah, in case you hadn't already figured it out, the first photo is a clever exercise in perspective, and was taken after the crazy hot water incident, with the super felted slipper in the front...

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In the event that anyone was worried about last week's radio silence. I was here:


Cool, colorful Colorado.

Visiting my spectacular Momkat.



We engaged in all sorts of pursuits from alpine driving in Rocky Mountain national park, to visiting yummy little yarn shops in Denver and Boulder.

Good time was had by all two of us!

Friday, July 22, 2005

Pieces

TOP

MIDDLE

BOTTOM

WHOLE (OTHER DOG)


Too. Hot. To. Knit.

Friday, July 15, 2005

July 15, 2000



When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee—and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love rememb'red such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Sonnet 29

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Doldrums

Etymology: probably akin to Old English dol foolish
1 : a spell of listlessness or despondency
2 often capitalized : a part of the ocean near the equator abounding in calms, squalls, and light shifting winds
3 : a state or period of inactivity, stagnation, or slump

I am becalmed in the wide Yarngasso sea, without a breath of air to lift my sail... It's hot. Yarn sticks to my hands and my lap. Some of my crew have taken to eating my bamboo needles for lack of proper chew toys. My imagination is parboiled. I am listless, and my crew lies on the ground barely lifting their heads or wagging their tails.

And yet I feel a sea change in the air. The fiber currents are starting to shift. Yesterday I was moved to buy this gorgeous hank (since wound on my trusty ball winder) of mercerized cotton for a special secret project...


I cast on for Garland in the lush and lustrous Cashcotton.

You will notice that I have decided to use a provisional cast on, since the garment is finished with a picot edging and requires you to pick up 274 stitches on the hem edge to do this... why pick up those stitches if you can keep them live sez I!

There is also a great deal of excitement in the literary department; two days and counting until HP!

The likelihood of knitting this weekend: 23%
The likelihood of hammock swinging: 100%

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Dig

Or the archeology of a knitting basket.

In the center of my living room, in front of my spot on the sofa is an unassuming ottoman with a Peruvian saddle blanket thrown over it with artistic carelessness. The saddle blanket is alpaca, warm browns with several wee strips of cholo pink running down its length. It has been with my family since my birth in Miraflores, Peru, it is an old piece, and quite subdued by Peruvian standards, but I love it. To the untrained eye this little tableaux is not the focal point of the living room, just a place where one might rest a foot, a book, or a nice glass of Cabernet (or as pictured below, freshly brewed Cafe Americaine).

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But the trained eye will notice that the saddle blanket conceals a form that might well be hollow, a container if you will. Upon removal of the blanket you will notice that the top of the ottoman is a lid. When you open the lid you will find a squirming multitude of bags, yarn, needles, books and the other detritus of a knitter.



Lets examine this find layer by layer shall we?



On the top we find a ball of rich blue alpaca attached to a three and half inch knit on #8 circulars. It appears that the #8s have been gently gnawed by a large omnivore of some sort of another. On this same layer we find a ball of chartreuse wool (Cascade 220 we assume, but since the labels have long been lost we may have to send a sample off to the LYS to have it verified). We also find a tattered notebook of graph paper, the first page of which is covered in some sort of code or hieroglyphs. Two threads of the above-mentioned yarns are taped to this page, so we can safely assume that this layer should be grouped together.



Our next layer is a self-contained unit; a Walgreen's bag. It appears to be 6-8 skeins of GGH Samoa in a pretty twilight blue, a finished back, and a partially finished left front on a pair of dark wood #8s. There is a crumpled paper, stuffed in this bag revealing a Rowan pattern for a light summer bolero called Iris. These items appear to have been shoved in this bag in haste or disgust. We realize that it is unscientific to make assumptions of this sort, but we notice that the needles have punctured the bag, and the balls of yarn appear to have been knit and frogged several times. Is this a project that caused the knitter undue distress?



Our next layer reveals another self-contained unit. A bag or basket knit in the very same colors as the yarns revealed in the first layer. This bag contained three balls of smoky, pale blue alpaca, a completed back (?) of a short sweater, a pair of Crystal Palace #10.5 circulars, a wound ball of smoke grey silk (possibly Lorna’s Lace, again we will have to wait for the lab results for positive identification). An Altoids tin filled with tapestry needles, pins, and short loops of yarn. Finally a tape measure that depicts a dog and its bone. This bag does not appear to relate to any specific project, so we can only assume that the knitter had something in mind for these beautiful fibers.



Our next layer reveals a ball of orange yarn and a ball of grass green yarn. These do not appear to have any relation to the above layers. Again they may or may not be Cascade 220. Under these possibly "ceremonial" balls of yarn we find a compartmentalized plastic box filled with beads. This might be viewed as an incongruous item to be found in a knitting dig, however upon inspection of some of the printed material we have noted that beads are used in some of the knitted items. It does not look as though there are enough beads of any one type to complete any of the projects outlined in the printed material, so it maybe that the knitter was begining to apprentice in this technique.

Finally we turn our attention to the vertical layers (not pictured, but you can see them in the edges of some of the above photo documentation), comprised of primarily printed materials and tools. In this layer we find titles such as Loop-d-Loop, sevearl Rowan Magazines, and Knitting on the Edge. There is also a stack of index cards held together with a binder ring; some of the index cards are covered in a similar code to the graph paper pad, some of them are blank. There is a small jar wedged in the corner that holds a variety of knitting needles, safety pins, and a pair of pink handled children’s craft scissors, which are terribly dull.

It is clear that this site was abandoned in haste. All of the items appear to have been in use at the time that the site was abandoned except the ball orange yarn and the ball of grass green yarn, although it is possible that they had some ritual significance. We will submit a full report when we have had time to review this dig further.

Friday, July 01, 2005

Choices

My crafting week has been dry due to an overwhelming desire to start forty eleven new projects at once.

I am so disgusted with Iris (the Bolero) that I stuffed her in a plastic bag. Normally I do not stuff my beloved projects into plastic Walgreen’s bags, but when they incur my disfavor there is no better place. Perhaps the lack of oxygen will cause the stitches to reorder themselves and wonky decrease to sort itself out… I will frog it again, and start over. Counting counting counting to make sure that I don't decrease too many times!!! Grrr.

The Kid Silk Haze that I purchased for the lovely Butterfly floats around in a nice heavy paper bag with cloth handles. My kid silk rage has subsided, hence its promotion from Walgreen’s bag to sturdy bag. I am truly on the verge of casting on for that project.

I want to knit this , and this, and this.

So rather than actually knit something that would take time, thought, concentration and commitment, I have been knitting scarves! Nice gifties I suppose.... and very satisfying to complete, but soon enough I will be up to my eyeballs in corkscrew scarves! And then what!

(Grumble, there are no pictures with this post as I did not finish downloading them last night.
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Friday, June 24, 2005

Oh WOW!

This woman's workwork is out of this world! Look at her designs for The Trojan Women, and her Commedia costumes.

What could it be?



As promised (or threatened) I am knitting scarves. I thought it would be a good exercise in re-learning everything I have never learned about knitting.



This is the Corkscrew Scarf from the Loop-d-Loop book, knit in Manos de Uruguay in a fantastic colorway (so yummy I want to eat it), on size 10 circulars (although only because I don't have any size 10 straights).

A dear friend who lives in Grand Rapids has asked for a scarf, somehow I don't think this one will fit the bill. Not much in the warmth department. I will have to find something larger for those long cold Michigan winters.