Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Pretty, no?The yarn I used (name has slipped my mind, but it was hand dyed with indigo I believe) left my hands and bamboo needles faintly blue, so I decided to block the socks before gifting to eliminate excessive dye leakage. I am willing to gift soft, potentially feltable fibers in hand knit socks (willingness subject to change), but consider dye leakage Death for gifted handknits. Who but the knitters themselves are willing to deal with that?
Death eyeballs the handknits for Himself if they fail the blocking test and leak blue.
Fortunately (and surprisingly) the socks did not leak during blocking, even with blasts of steaming hot water. In an unexpected side effect that reveals my failure in foresight of blocking lacy socks, what a big difference blocking made in the presentable-ness of the socks! See below, unblocked on top and blocked on bottom:
Not too shocking for those who block regularly, I know.
I block lace and sweaters that will be seen by the general public and look signficantly better upon blocking, but I never block socks. Usually when I finish a pair I am so pleased I don them immediately and wear them until they cry out for washing. This usually blocks them sufficiently.
Another view where the blocked v. unblocked is more pronounced. Again, unblocked up top and blocked on bottom.
My stance is that socks go on my feet to keep me warm, so blocking just takes time and energy I would rather put towards other things. Plus, if I don't block them I can wear them sooner. But I will have to keep blocking socks in mind for gifted handknits, where presentation matters.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Louie, pictured on the far left, is trying to convince the Koigu from NYC for a hot date. So far negotiations have been unsucessful.
Bones for drawing reference, sock yarn with pattern, random beer bottle that amuses me, science and religion books (religion books obscured by beer and the Bible didn't fit in the frame), frog figurine that nobody gets but me, and a flower from a day of Pirating. This picture probably explains a lot about me.
If anybody has a superb pattern idea for the dark green silky wool under the large skull, I'd love to hear it. Right now I am thinking....colorwork.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
After convincing myself I really didn't need random sidewalk yarn (who knows where that sidewalk has been and isn't your stash large enough?), I walked on. But on my way back after giving my imagination time to stew about the exciting possibilities, I hunted down the loose end and started winding it around my fist. Given the possibility of satisfying my curiosity, I have a will with the strength of an over-cooked green bean from the school cafeteria.
Alas, I did not find anything attatched to the other end. When I put the yarn under the light, here is what I found.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
I reacted like the logical, rational person I am. I applied this order of operations:
1. Called landlord.
2. Took a picture for documentation purposes.
3. Applied Photoshop.
This amuses me entirely too much.
4. Applied knitting.
Second sleeve of my Must Have Cardigan, woo!
5. Applied steps 3 and 4 to blog.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
- A sky full of blarg that occasionally spits rain (pictured below)
- A massive to-do list
- Urges to stay in bed all day
I didn't learn to truly appreciate sunlight until it wasn't there anymore, just like the 5th needle in my 2.5 mm dp set.
Cure for the lunch hour:
- 1 bowl of potato leek soup (or soup of your choice)
- 1 blood red rain coat
- Crust of bread to dip in soup (or starch of your choice, goldfish crackers are also great)
- 1 yarn shop owner who lets you eat in his shop and tells you interesting factoids (Today I learned you can eat a deer heart either fried or pickled!)
- 1 1/2 socks socks on the needles
Suggested ingredients: other knitters who might be in the yarn shop
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Having grown up with the conviction that if I put my mind to a task I can do it, it's frustrating that for all the opposable thumbs and large brain case of my species I am so impotent to fix people's problems. I can't make the library find the second disc of Terminator. I can't make cats or family or the economy or stomach rats behave. I can't induce sleep. I can't provide the perfect careers for my graduating friends. I can't keep the servers from crashing. I can't add more hours to the day to help with the homework load. I can't make differential equations or physics homework make sense. I don't have a green thumb for growing money trees. I definitely can't cure terminal diseases. Hell, I can't even make the sniffles less sniffly.
It is totally, completely, and utterly mind-boggingly frustrating that I am not omnipotent. I must have been asleep in line when they handed that power out.
So what can I do with my opposable thumbs and brain? Procure sticks and yarn for slow magic. Call me voo-doo, but I do believe there is power in handknits. I believe there's some good mojo going on.
I fully realized my mojo theory several months ago when Mountain Man nearly bled to death from a stomach ulcer. I immediately acquired yarn and made an owl hat.
I only knit on it when I was feeling peaceful. I frogged the first try, afraid of the bad mojo from miscounting and refused to pull my usual compromise of sneaking in k2togs or m1s. I knit with yarn that was not only a manly color that matched Mountain Man's wardrobe, but was also environmentally friendly, like Mountain Man himself.
I thought if I could knit my protection, affection, and (admittedly limited) healing powers into the stitches. There is a Head Guard Owl equipped with amber eyes, staring down fate or karma or God or the swine flu or whatever is out there.
Right now he is staring down the camera as it tries to steal his soul.
Exhibit A with Exhibit B: Mmm, ribby.
So far it's a system that works okay (except I haven't fully figured out to do when fellow knitters are in distress, since changes are most of them can knit things for themselves that are prettier and better fitting than mine). Mostly I find that I just need to knit faster.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Socks for some Madison Shoes.
Hey Angela, do you get bugs this size in TX?
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
I took advantage of the sun and warmth and blue sky and sat out on the porch of the Student Union to finish turning the heel of Betsy second socks.
Fortunately, spring break is fast approaching when I shall have ample travel and knitting time. Advantageous, because I will probably return from my adventures with souvenir sock yarn.
PS--I am listening to my first Lime and Violet podcast (#83). So far they not talked about knitting or yarn, but have been so entertaining with stories of exploding boobs and sea cows that I don't really mind.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
You do not see the resemblance?
Perhaps this will help:
This weekend I shall have to stalk Bead Paradise for some real eyes and actually finish knitting the decreases and sewing in my loose ends.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Then I started knitting through the opening announcements...
...through the extra-curricular lectures I attended for my own edification and edumacation...
....through my Calvin and Hobbes Exco...
...through the lectures of the class I was auditing...
....and now I knit with wild abandon through every class that I can.
I have discovered it can help me pay attention during lecture, especially a lecture that doesn't require me to take a lot of notes but requires a lot of listening. I work on my dummy knitting, usually a sock, and it keeps my hands occupied and my body still so my brain stops roaming and focuses on the discussion at hand. I have yet to encounter a professor that takes offense, and I find the risk of unintentional rudeness is a worthwhile trade-off for the heightened engagement.
This week during classes I have finished the first of a pair of socks for my weaving teacher, who does not knit but loves handknit socks.
For this pair of socks, I am trying to get over my subconscious fear of long cuffs and learn how to execute the short row heel. I love how the red and white has striped up. It makes for a particularly groovy toe.
I am currently working on the cuff of its companion,
but have temporarily abandoned it for some fuzzy brown owl butts.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
The lamprey is a vertebrate in the class agnatha, the jawless vertebrates, and is studied as a model for the first vertebrates that arose in the Cambrian. It uses its teeth made of keretin to drill into fish, where it latches on and sucks their blood.
Needles: 2.25 mm
Hot Chocolate: not pictured