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 The shawl is lovely, dark and deep / But I have promises to keep And miles to go before I sleep / And miles to go before I sleep.I'm "almost done" with the Pacific Northwest shawl! It's coming off the needles, slowly. As you can see, I have two shells of the border done; they get added to the stitches on the circular needle as I work across the shells. There are 12 more to go till the center point shell, then 14 on the other side... ("this will take forever!" I keep thinking). It needs to be done by Monday, as the recipient arrives then! I might get very little schoolwork done this weekend. Blah. But this shawl will be done. "I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep."
Ever since I mentioned this weekend that some of the apples might become a pie, Coffeeboy's been asking me when the apples might spontaneously jump into a tasty pastry shell.
They made that transformation this afternoon, with a little bit of help from yours truly on the crust* and filling, and a lot of help from Coffeeboy on peeling and slicing up the apples. Yes, there's a picture down there, but first I have to tell you about when I was crowned Queen of the Pie.
Several years ago, when I still lived in Boston, some friends invited me to a "pie party." Everyone was supposed to bring a pie; I brought pecan. Several partygoers selected themselves to be judges, and they tasked savory pies, sweet pies, super easy pies made of whipped cream and a store-bought crust, pun pies (there has to be at least one pie in the shape of the number "pi," doesn't there!) Entertainment was provided by a little bluegrass band from school, who called themselves the Jeremiads.
After the judging and feasting, the organizers announced the winners. They came up with some amusing "prizes:" the "pie that looks and tastes the most like toothpaste" for a grasshopper pie, the "pie with the least stability," the "pie most likely to cause death by chocolate," the "best pun pi"... and then they announced Best Overall Pie.
I won! I was the Pie Queen! My homemade pecan pie was the winning pie of the evening!
Now, I'm usually a pretty quiet person. The requirements of winning were to wear a crown made of tinfoil and to act queenly. The entire gathering sang a song (with the help of the Jeremiads): "She's the pie queen, the queen of the pie! She's the pie queen, the queen of the pie!"
As they sang this (rather badly and languorously... come on, where were my trumpets!) I walked around the room, waving my hand a la Princess Di, shaking people's hands and thanking them for their support and generally trying to ham it up as much as possible. Because really, how often does one have an entire party singing to you when it's not your birthday? How often can a shy person feel completely authorized to act as strangely as possible in front of a crowd? Not that often, at least for me... and it was a ton of fun.
The next year the same friends had another pie party... and I won again! This time with a butternut squash tart.
So you see, every time I make a pie, I have a reputation to maintain.
 Slab of sharp cheddar cheese with that? Vanilla ice cream?The pie needs to cool and then we'll see if I'm crowned again. Since the judge is none other than (the rather biased) Coffeeboy, I have little doubt this will be hailed as another triumph! *Update: a word on pie crust, in answer to Danielle'squery: I follow the Joy of Cooking recipe for Flaky Pastry I, as of the edition that was out in 2000. Basically, I've found that if I take them seriously with the instructions, it comes out much better! This means: cut the shortening (of whatever variety) to pretty small pieces; I usually go smaller than pea-size. Do use cold water. Do cut the water in to the shortening/flour mix using a spatula. Do let the dough cool in the fridge before rolling. I used to not do things quite like this but usually... though not always... when I do, there's less patching. And finally, most importantly, even if I need to use ice water to patch it up like the California ground after an earthquake, it always tastes good no matter what, because there's nothing like a homemade crust and the tongue has no knowledge of patches!
There are some incredibly generous people in this world. For example, this sock yarn surprise arrived in the mail yesterday:
 A package of beautiful sock yarn! Last week, I mentioned that I needed solid sock yarn; in response, Julia at Knitting History packed up this sock yarn suprise package for me! That's two balls of black, one of burgundy, two of red, two of navy, and two of purple! Wow! I am now more than set for Socktoberfest and beyond! Thank you so much, Julia! You are truly one of those amazingly kind people who make the world - knitblogging and otherwise - go 'round. (For those not in the know, she's been doing some destashing lately, with many blog contests offering yarn, knitting books, you name it. Want to knit for the menfolk? There's yet
another contest ending Monday.) I feel I'm accumulating many debts, large and small. I only hope one day I can repay them! Apple picking revealed a similar abundance; we came home with sixteen pounds of apples, most of them Macintoshes as that's what the local farm had still on the trees. (The Fujis, which are some of my favorites, were pretty picked over, or had already fallen to the ground in preparation for becoming ground apple sauce.) Coffeeboy and I have been scheming on what to do with all of them: applesauce? Pie? Apple cake? This morning's solution? Pan-fried apples with brown sugar and cinnamon (served over challah French toast, no less!) This afternoon, we had a small snack of apples with slices of cheddar cheese, a tasty combination.  Even though today is a little warmer than it has been (high 70s), the wind is blowing in the trees outside, blowing with that characteristic crackly shushing sound it gets as fall approaches. I wonder if the wind sounds different in different seasons depending on the shape, size, and water content of the leaves? They've definitely started to turn, with a falling yellow leaf here, a red branch there. My drive to school runs along an old state road, past farms and under the branches of trees. It's always pretty, but no more so than in the height of spring and fall. Right now it's still green, but with that fading green of late summer, not the lush, vibrant green of midsummer foliage. In a few weeks, my daily drive is sure to be strewn with golden colors, and that is what I wait for eagerly, every summer. You can bet you'll hear from me again on the foliage, hopefully soon with pictures!
First of all, I passed my first general exam! Yay! One officially down and boy am I glad I don't have to do it over again. Not that I was really worried, but if I didn't have the occasional nonsensicalfear that I wouldn't pass, then I'd hardly be an academic, now, would I?
I also don't think I failed spinning class. The fibers are twisting, and that's all about all I need to start with, right? I certainly have a lot to learn about drafting and not over-twisting and many things I've never heard of, but with so much encouragement and enabling out here in blogland, I'm probably going to keep working at it.
Here I am (dressed for cold, wet day that ended sunny and warm) trying to figure out how to hold the roving, how much to hold, where to hold it, why I'm holding it sideways instead of up and down: in other words, all the oddities that come with learning new movements.
 I wasn't sure I wanted to reveal my extreme beginner's "yarn" to the world, but then I discovered that when you set the camera on macro and have the CD part of this little CD+dowel spindle as background, you get a interesting picture, regardless of the quality of the yarn found therein.  (Rather neat, isn't it!)To those of you celebrating the Jewish New Year, L'shana Tovah (Happy New Year!), and to the rest, have a wonderful weekend! it's traditional to celebrate the new year by dipping apples in honey, so Coffeeboy and I are going to celebrate by going apple picking. (Chances are, some of those apples might not-so-spontaneously jump into a pie in the near future, too.) I hear a rumor that the Coffeeboy is at home making some challah, too, which will be a wonderful treat for this weekend! I hope to somehow find time for all this plus plenty of knitting and equally plenty of reading.
They're done! Actually, I finished them this past Friday, but only took the pictures yesterday. And yes, you've seen them before... making this an obligatory FO post.
Pattern: short row heel, wedge toe. Cuff motif comes from the Traveler's Stocking in K nitting on the Road. Yarn: Fleece Artist Merino in the colorway "Autumn" Needles: size 0, dpns and magic loop Time: a week and a half! Thoughts: Hmm. despite my intention of doing a short-row toe, I decided the wedge works well enough, so I went with that and all is well. The short row heel feels OK, except that it seems to cause the stitches to stretch a lot over the top of my foot. I'm not sure what to do about that. It's also interesting that the short row heel leaves a shorter sock than the heel flap, by about an inch. Next, I think the stranger looking short rows, on the left in my previous post, were on the purl rows; I must be doing something odd with how I pick up the stitches. Finally, the Fleece Artist yarn is really pretty. The pooling was slightly unexpected, but I think it's all right. The stranger thing was that the dye didn't always appear to go all the way through the yarn, but that might have just been where the colors changed.  Close up of the "tree" motifNot to mention, I now have cute new shoes to aid in the showing off wearing of my socks! (It was really hard to find these in my size. Even Zappos.com was sold out of size 5 and I had to explore other options - oh no! Luckily, though, they fit well, with and without handknit socks!) These might be my last socks until Socktoberfest, as I need to finish up a certain shawl by the beginning of October, and that's taking up pretty much all my knitting time. Until then, I'm dreaming up Socktoberfest projects and feeling a lack of solid-colored sock yarn. Any suggestions?
This weekend, I went to the Garden State Sheep and Fiber Festival, in Ringoes, NJ. This area truly gives the Garden State its name: rolling farms, horses, little country roads. If all you've seen is Newark or Trenton, etc, you wouldn't believe me, but it's there, a small remaining slice of garden.
 
The festival was quite small - three barns with lots of extra space to expand. Only one had yarn vendors, and even those seemed pretty far between. The second barn held sheep. Many, many sheep! Sheep baah-ing their loud, happy baahs! And the third barn held a few alpacas, plus some pigs, ducks, rabbits, and a single turkey (for good measure.) Among the sheep, most impressive (if I can say that about at sheep!) were these fellows (below), possessing no fewer than four horns - and the announcer even said that these sheep from the ancient Near East could have as many as six horns! Where would you put the sixth?! 
Finally, I took a spinning class! Yay! I had imagined the movements entirely incorrectly! Who knew that you actually spin the yarn by dangling the spindle? We were given high whorl spindles made of two CDs and a dowel. Jessica caught me in action, as she was conveniently sitting behind me, but I don't have the image yet, so I'll save more on the spinning for another post. Instead, I'll just say that my cats were quite entertained by the wool the class provided. 
On Tuesday, something exciting happened. I received two new Knitpicks needles in the mail! A size 0 and a size 1, 32" long circular. I've wanted to try magic loop for a while, now; I simply lacked the needles. After some debate, I decided to try out the new Knitpicks line...
and I like them! A word of warning before I offer my thoughts, though. I'm not exactly what you'd call a needle connoisseur. Most of my circs and DPNs are made of bamboo; I have a couple Addi Turbos which I like for certain things. This lack of connoisseurship is as much due to lack of purchasing power as to desire to spend money on yarn rather than needles as well as an "if it seems to work, use it. If it doesn't, try something else." I like DPNs well enough for socks, but when I'm sitting by a table, the DPNs tend to bonk against me or the table, which gets annoying. I had a hunch that the Magic Loop would be less cumbersome in this regard, so I went with the "try something else" option. Thus far, these needles are light, the cord is very flexible (a plus for magic loop, as near as I can tell), slippery but not too slippery. They are pointy to the point of being dangerous, and my thumbs and forefingers might develop a callus or two. We'll see. The join seems fine, but since I'm not quite knitting circularly, I can't quite comment. As a novice magic looper, the join seems to be just fine for those purposes. Finally, the 32" cord length works for magic loop. I've read that longer is better, and that's probably true, but this is the longest length so far, so I'll work with that. And it works! A rather low-key review in comparison to some, but the long and short is that the needles get two thumbs up! I can't help but ask, a la Amazon.com-style: Was this "review" helpful to you? This week was the first real, full week of school for me, so I'm pretty tired. Meeting new people, going to class (yes, I'm in a class after all, as we're reading second exam books), going to meetings, chit-chating, figuring out how to stay on the right sides of the different personalities that make up academia... it's exhausting. So I will save further magic loop reflections for later. My FIL is in town this weekend, and there's a small fiber festival on Saturday. Not to mention it seems that every-other grad student I know is hosting a party on this same busy weekend! Life is suddenly, very suddenly, crazy again. Last but not least, I've signed up for Socktoberfest!
Since last Wednesday, I have completed this:
A short-row heel, top-down! Which wasn't that hard, minus the wraps, but I'll get to that later. I've been knitting this sock pretty fast, since I can work on it while I read. I'll have to take another picture when it's not cloudy out, as the cloudy day - despite the natural light - really doesn't do the colors justice. I'm pretty much into the groove for studying for my second exam, though I think I'm a little calmer about it this time. I haven't, for example, been dreaming about the topic of whatever books I happen to be focusing on in a particular week. What a nice relief!
You might wonder about the little wooden smiley face. It's a back-rubbing device, and darned effective, too! My shoulders had been hurting much of last week, and Advil wasn't helping, heat wasn't helping; the only thing which has made a significant dent in the back pain has been that little guy right there. Highly recommended.
But now, on to the short rows. One of these things is NOT like the other.
 
These are images of the two sides of my short-row heel. The short rows look nothing alike. What's up with that? Did I wrap wrong? Pick up the wraps wrong? Turn wrong? (OK, so I doubt that last one.) I wasn't following any specific method of wrapping, just around and around until it was wrapped. As for picking up the wraps, I slipped the unworked stitch to the right needle and then slid the left needle under the wraps, and then I slid the stitch back to the left needle and knitted or purled together. And I got consistent results on both sides, obviously. So far - and I've worked well past there already - it seems that the short row fits my heel nicely. (I do like the traditional look of the heel flap, though, so maybe I can work on getting it to fit more snugly). Nonetheless, I will probably try a few more short row heels, which means I'd like to clean up the short rows, if the fit still feels nice once the sock is done, on my foot, and in a shoe. Any suggestions? It's kind of a relief to write in a straightforward manner!
If the following obfuscations befuddle, bring yourself here, where perplexity turns to precision.
Imitation is the truest form of flattery, they say? I think not. In this case, imitation is the truest form of inanity, a crazy allusion to a bizarrely simple movie title. Surely it can’t be "socks on a scale," surely it must be more than that!
No, no, no, it must be more like this: "stockings on a device that measures how much weight a thing has when it's attached to the lower extremity of the limbs with which one walks!" Can you not hear the susurrations of the crowds, asserting the indignity of such a puerile designation as "socks on a scale?" How quotidian!
Certainly the artistic genius of such a production requires a greater appellation than such simple words would permit. Certainly the promoters of this presentation are aware that such a lack of verbosity, such a single-minded devotion to literary simplicity as conveyed by the title "socks on a scale," will never attract the attention of the masses to this magnificent enterprise! Without a doubt, the average viewer of such a phenomenon will eschew to have her presence recorded at this fabrication, unless it employs a more resourceful use of the English language!
No, my fair friends, we will not disappoint, and without further ado, I present to you the grand appearance of…
"Socks on a Scale! Being the measurement of stockings on a device which determines the degree to which one may, or may not, be heavier than the other, in which it is found that indeed, one set of stockings does possess greater heaviness than its partner, to whom we must assign, after all, significantly less substance"
  Shocking in appearance, delightful in visage, stunning in complexity! The wonders revealed by these devices will astound and delight all ages! For one pair of stockings does not possess the same heaviness as the other! Why is this! Could it be that the curvaceous curlicues of intertwining cables cause the creation of increased substance? Could it be that the comparatively smooth, silken surface (though still composed of wool and nylon) of the rightmost sock nonetheless lacks the bulk, the substance, the sheer compilation of yarn as its leftwards neighbor? I must confess that this, indeed and without a doubt, appears to be the appropriate conclusion. Stay tuned for "Socks on a Scale II, being the measurement of each sock, to determine whether or not that designated for one foot weighs more or less than its mate which has been designated for the other foot, in which it shall be admitted that this goal is not ideal, and that the perfect outcome would result in socks of very nearly the same weight..." Coming soon to a blog post near you! With that, I bid you a fantastic fibery weekend!
As I said, I made a tote bag this weekend. Actually, two. I made the first one kind of on a whim Saturday evening. You see, we were vacuuming the study Saturday morning, and I had several varieties of knitting bags lying around: a big canvas bag, my eBay purchase from June, my backpack, a freezer bag for carrying socks to school... you know. I suppose I hadn't put any of them away because they all served a potential purpose. So while I was fiddling with knitted sock toes, the back of my mind schemed over bags. Including a break for dinner, I went into the blue room/guest room/no cats room/fiber storage room and emerged later that night with this:
 
My very own homemade knitting tote bag! And a vast improvement over the one I made a few years back when I first got my sewing machine (wobbly stitches, white thread 'cuz it's all I had, ragged edges and open seams... you know). This one only has two ragged edges, there by the handles where the fabric became just too thick. (Not quite sure what to do about that.) I still need to add on some kind of closure (as the cats' recent discovery of how to pull yarn out of the bag revealed - ugh), but otherwise it's done.
My first homemade knitting bag had a nice long pocket to hold straight needles, specifically placed so the needles stuck out of the bag and looked oh-so-knitterly. Now, I just made two big pockets for various knitterly gadgets, and two smaller pockets for pencils and DPNS. Circs can be loose or in the big pockets, I figure. But there's no designated space in that bag for straights. Not anymore. ("Ow," says the wrist!)
On Sunday, the weather improved substantially after Saturday's rain, and Coffeeboy and I took a nice walk on an old canal towpath. The weather was perfect and there were even hints of fall leaves glistening in the foliage above. I had grand plans to do work that evening, but really, I was quite excited that it had only taken me an evening to make a tote bag. So I made another. A smaller one, a little one-skein (ahem, ... sock) project bag.
The Fleece Artist "Autumn" sock would like you to know that this home is a vast improvement over what was expected... a clear plastic freezer bag. "Bletch!" says the sock! "This is much nicer!"
Meanwhile, the new Small Project Bag eyes that old plastic bag with disdain, thinking, "You *used* to carry socks to school! Well, now the socks get to ride to school in me! I am a homemade pretty green and blue bag! I don't even have any loose seams! I can be slung over Lazuli's shoulder or tied 'round a chair! I can carry her ID card and some cash to the coffee shop if she needs to run out for some coffee, doesn't have pockets, and doesn't want to find alternative methods of carrying her cash! I have a snap so that I can hold a ball of yarn while she knits! I hold DPNs! I have a pretty blue lining!" Yes, yes, we hear you on the blue lining.
Little green there has a bit of an attitude, doesn't she. She's pretty pleased with herself, but then, I'm pretty pleased too as the bags came out much better and were made much faster than I expected. It was great to have such a crazy crafty weekend!
I've learned how to start socks from the toes! I'm even reasonably pleased with the results. I have photos to prove it, too. Then why, oh why, am I digging in my heels with starting a toe-up sock? What follows are my realizations in a journey that began with a single toe... well, that and a desire to do right by a pretty yarn.
1. Gathering Data
First I did a short-row toe, using a really screwed-up provisional cast-on because I my attempts at a crochet chain weren't unzipping right. I also foolishly used my nice yarn, unaware that that was only the first toe of the weekend.
 
I liked the fit, but my short rows were a lumpy disaster with some wraps not picked up and holes everywhere. Actually, I really liked the fit. But the short rows looked rather wretched, so I decided to try Knitty's magic cast-on. Oy. I can see why people do this one with circulars. The DPN version, for a while in there, was just as messy as it looks in the article's picture, only more so since the leftover Trekking yarn made it rather difficult to see what I was doing.
 
The fit was, well, fine. The look... meh. It's probably more due to my technique - and to throwing in an extra row of plain stockinette before starting the increases, which was partly oversight and partly due to the tightness of the magic cast-on at its beginning. Yet they look pretty much like my cuff-down wedge toes. Not terribly interesting for the DPN hassle.
I decided to try short rows again, this time with a more substantial yarn and a working provisional crochet chain, a la Wendy's pattern on Knitty. After a lot of fiddling, I figured it out, and made another sock toe, this time with wraps slightly nicer than the first.
 
The fit, like the other short row toe, was very nice. Very toe-y, if that makes sense. What I didn't like, however, was how the sock bulges a little where I'd picked up a stitch at each join in order to avoid holes, a la heels. Plus, my mind still fought the whole toe-up sock thing.
2. Analysis
What was the matter with me? Didn't I want to try a toe-up sock to learn new skills, maximize my pretty yarn, and see if I like toe-up socks, as so many knitters seem to do?
Rather than officially start a sock toe-up, I did a thought experiment. Or at least as close to a thought experiment as my humanities self is likely to come.
First, size. I have a size 5 foot, which makes my foot about 8.5" long. The toe is 2", the heel (at least with a flap) is about 1.5", and 3" with the gussset. What this means is that when I finish a gusset, I have very little sock left before I start the toes. On the other hand, I like a long cuff, usually 7-8 inches. In other words, if I start with the cuff, everything just gets smaller, and the sock feels like it goes faster.
As far as I can tell from just thinking about it, to make a sock toe-up would be to get the easy bits over with and then have the comparatively long haul of the cuff, and possibly some kind of finicky sewn bind off! No wonder I'm balking at the idea of going toe-up! Yes, I have every confidence that I can make toe-up socks. If there's a pattern out there that requires it, I probably will go toe-up one day. But if I'm just going to do a stockinette sock, then I don't think so.
Next, toe shape. As you probably noticed - if you're still reading this! - I kept saying I like the shape of the short-row toes. I think that has to do with my toes being rather short, with the second and third toes not substantially shorter than the big toe. The short-row toe has a nice flat front tip with a slope that mirrors the wedge toe, which fits me fine. This seems like the right shape for my toes.
And of course, conclusions:
If you have any links or references, it looks like I'm in the market for a good cuff-down short-row toe pattern! My next sock will be cuff-down, with a short-row heel (to see if I like the heel) and hopefully, a short-row toe.
I've done a lot of crafting this weekend. Experimenting with sock toes was really fun and a great learning experience, and it's pretty much all the knitting I managed, what with all the learning new techniques. I, for one, am glad I can stop pondering my feet and start knitting socks. But I also made a tote bag last night. As I said, a crafty weekend. I'll save that one for later.
Yup, it's back to... oh, what's that, school? This year will be different for me than all other back-to-school years, as I am neither taking classes nor teaching. How odd. (Not to mention, "how nice to be able to say this, while I have the chance!) It lends a very different feeling to the whole back-to-school thing.
As I think about it, it's been ten years since I went to college, meaning it's also been ten years since I moved back to the east coast from California, where I'd lived from the start of elementary school to the end of high school. Yet what I feel is not so much nostalgia for my ecstatic rediscovery of the beauty of sugar maples an oaks in the fall, but a definite sense of excitement for this school year and for the future. If all goes according to plan, I'll be ABD by the start of next summer. (I'll have as much education as my dad, who never did a dissertation and left grad school with an ABD). It's more likely that I'll have finished my exams but the dissertation proposal will take a little longer than the above plan would indicate.
The idea of moving on is tremendously exciting. Last fall, I entered my fourth year of coursework after college, and while I felt really very sick at the idea of taking even more classes, I wasn't quite ready to do the exams. I felt somehow out of place and time and stuck in the middle with no way out but to muddle forward. These last few days, I'm back to feeling like I'm in the right place at the right time, and I like that. Let's just hope it lasts.
I had meant to save these for a more specifically sock-related post (on the emerging saga of Fleece Artist yarn, gauge, and toe-up toes ... and thanks for all your suggestions!) but instead I'll show them now.
Pattern: simple stockinette socks
Yarn: Trekking #100
Needles: size 1 bamboo dpns
Time: about a month, on and off
Thoughts: I think Coffeeboy's foot is wider than his ankle, given the stretching going on across the foot. At least these aren't too big like the last pair I knit him. One day, I will get this right! I think more measurements are in order.
Have a great weekend, everyone! Enjoy the knitting! We're due for the remnants of Tropical Storm Ernesto, which means (more) rain, which means staying inside and cooking, reading, and of course knitting. I'll have more sock news when next I post!
Time, talent, and treasure: your hours, your skills, and your financial resources. I hadn't heard this phrase, but a minister I know once rolled it off his tongue like it was common knowledge. Apparently it's a formula for members' participation in a religious or other organization. You might be asked to give any one of those things to that institution. Your time on a committee, your skills as a leader, organizer, singer, or your financial pennies, however (in)substantial they may be.
As a graduate student, I think a lot about the pennies. Especially when it comes to yarn. Yarn forms the bare bones, the basic materials, without which a knitter's time and talent would be without purpose. Before the yarn swap last week, I had only a few paris' worth of sock yarn, and after, I gained this - fun colors, ones I might not have picked out in the store, but ones that will, no doubt, be fun to knit with.
Then there's the yarn that requires a real expenditure of treasure. Last week, I heard that Knit Happens was having a big sale online, including some hand-painted yarns, so I splurged and jumped at the chance to get something I normally wouldn't, and ended up with this beautiful skein:
That's Fleece Artist sock yarn in the Autumn colorway. Just the thing as September approaches, I thought. Putting my feet in socks made from that yarn will be like walking through a path covered by autumn leaves. It arrived on my doorstep yesterday and I've already rolled it into two equal balls with the help of a kitchen scale.
Even if I had the treasure to expand my stash, would I really do it? I wouldn't have the time to justify it, would I? Time spent knitting sparkles. Lack of time keeps the lack of treasure in check.
Talent does its share as well. I enjoy knitting and have become relatively good at it (not great, of course, but that's OK). I like the movement of my fingers. I like the feel of the yarn, the colors, the finished garment, the enjoyment that I or someone else might get out of wearing it. I have fun, and that, as Coffeeboy reminds me when I drop a stitch, is all that really matters.
Where is the balance in knitting one's time, talent, and treasure? For me, I think the emphasis comes down to talent, to what's become a love of knitting. I make time for it; I set aside treasure for it. And overall, I'm the happier for it. Now to give my time to learning toe-up socks,* my treasure to this gorgeous skein, and my talent to what I hope will be an enjoyable learning experience!
*There's so much lore out there about toe-up socks and how to start them that I'm feeling a bit intimidated. Any favorite methods?
Kristina wanted to see Cozy; Keri commented about having "only 3 UFOs" so I figure, what the heck. I might as well show you some pictures of these UFOs.
First, Husband Socks, otherwise known as the sock that went to the library and his unfinished mate, the sock that was born while it was sprinkling on a camping trip.
Second, the PNW shawl continues. I'm through the trees and the sand dollars - though not without the pain and suffering of Saturday. Making lace really is like playing the French horn. When you mess up, it's quite noticeable, at least to anyone able to see or hear the mistakes. Luckily with lace you can go back and fix them, unlike during the middle of a solo in, say, Dvorak's New World Symphony. And with lace, fixing things gives you beautiful trees like these:
And third, Cozy. It's so soft. Such a pretty smoky blue, just like in the picture. I could really have used a Cozy about my shoulders when I was in the dairy/freezer aisle of the grocery store this afternoon. One day, one day... when this is, oh, 10 times as long.
I actually have more than 3 UFOs. There are at least 2 other WIPs that I can think of. One is Eris; the most recent photos are here. The other is a scarf? wrap? shawl? on very long size 15 needles, made up of random scraps of yarn in colors that... don't quite match with each other. You know those lovely afghans you see made of every kind of yarn imaginable and yet, they all go together? This scarf doesn't quite match that description. That's why it's sitting in a bag in my stash. It's not that bad, so it might make an appearance, but really, it might not.
Finally, I had a chance to join Blogger beta. I was going to post here and say "if my blog disappears in two days after I've made the move, that's why." However, I joined the KAL for the Pacific Northwest Shawl, which then got linked to my blogger profile, and on my next login, the blogger beta option was gone. This is fine by me, as I like my template now. The only thing I'd really gain would be "categories," which I take to be blogger's version of tags. I'll keep you posted.
First, the good news! As promised, I have an FO to show!
Pattern: Pretty Comfy Socks - a birthday gift for my mom
Needles: size 3 dpns
Yarn: Cascade Fixation in color 5104
Time: very little, but I worked intermittently
Yarn left over: plenty to make another little something
Thoughts: It was a very easy, quick pattern. Except I messed up. I forgot to flip the page in the middle of the pattern, so I only did through row 13 or so, rather than through row 16 or so. It results in a little unevenness in the YOs, but I almost didn't notice it so I didn't fix it and just pretended the pattern was written differently! I love how fast things go on size 3s with Fixation. My mom loves the socks and says they fit just fine, which is nice to hear! Her feet are a tad longer than mine, so I made them a row or two longer than if for me. Plus, the yarn is stretchy, so I figured that if they fit me, they'd fit her! Finally, they were my first short-row heels. The first one didn't go so well, but the second one was a little cleaner. I enjoyed knitting the heels; fewer purls than with the heel flap and I find short rows rather fun. I'll have to do another short row heel to see what my heels make of them!
And now the bad news: Well, it's not really bad. Just frustrating. I spent a couple of hours unknitting lace last night. Not my idea of a fun way to spend an evening, but it's done, fixed, and looks the better for the effort.
Finally, the ugly news: it's raining out. The sky is grey. We were going to go for a nice walk along the canal this weekend, had the weather turned out, but it's been raining, misting, and drizzing non-stop. I've done a bit of exam prep work, but mostly I've been knitting and re-knitting the aforementioned lace frustration. The rain isn't conducive to much except knitting if you're me, sleeping if you're a fuzzy cat, and playing computer games if you're Coffeeboy. I'm going to try to do some more reading, but the yarn and the mist are conspiring against it.
In preparation for a yarn swap at my knitting group, I dug out my stash. And I, the perennial lover of all things blue, discovered that I have too many blue yarns!
Did you ever think you would hear me say this? I doubt it. But it's true.
Going through my stash, I discovered a lot of blue acrylics (that I'll never use, and many of which went to the exchange), blue Cascade 220 (ooh!), blue ribbon yarns, blue sock yarns (mmm!), blue lace yarns (mmmm!)... with a few purples, greens, browns, tans, and reds thrown in for good measure.
Do you see a pattern there? Never mind that I actually have yet to make myself a blue sweater (that fits; there's the ill-fitting Grecian Plait from a few years back); there's the heathered brown raglan, the "spice" colored Eris (a UFO), and the recent red Soleil. Where are the blue sweaters? Even among my (horrors!?) store-bought ones, they're not all blue... Oh yeah, that's because I have way too many blue long-sleeved shirts of every shade and variety.
It was interesting reading all of your comments about how you decide what to knit next. For me it's usually a combination of having a long, usually mental, list of things I'd like to knit, both in terms of generic types of knitting and specific patterns. And I'm generally somewhat picky about making sure it's the right yarn for the project. Sometimes it's motivated by the need of knitting a gift, but I don't go crazy with the knitted gifts. I'd rather take the time to have the gifts be more meaningful and I'd rather take the time to do them right.
I finished something yesterday (which has been sent to its recipient and can be revealed in a few days), and am down to three UFOs: a plain stockinette pair of socks for Coffeeboy, the PNW shawl, and Cozy, which I started this weekend (in order to make it the subject of the knitting in the new banner). This leaves me with two big lace projects, one that requires peace and quiet, and the other which I can do while talking or watching TV, etc.
Cozy has been on my list since it came out on Knitty; I just never quite got around to it. I'm using a gorgeous alpaca-blend yarn for it that's oh-so-soft (Berocco Ultra Alpaca; it's on sale at an LYS). I'm really hoping to have it done for fall wearing, but we'll see. I'm also fighting off the urge to start a pair of patterned socks... Jaywalkers in that lovely blue Trekking, for example... and successfully resisting for now.
It's time, after all, to return to "real life."
Just a quick update to say that I've been doing what feels like a lot of blog housekeeping the past couple of days, including:
- new buttons in the sidebar (including a "Made on a Mac" one, yay Macs!)
- a Flickr badge of FOs in the sidebar
- ... and, the result of (we'll just say) way too much work, a new banner/header to replace the old (relatively boring) blue one.
So, if you're reading this through Bloglines, etc, come take a look! (Especially for the banner, 'cause as we all know, most of you out there are on a Windows machine, and since I'm on a Mac, I have no idea if the new banner is readable, and if it isn't, would love to make it so!)
First of all, a big THANK YOU! for all of your positive comments last week after I finished my exam! And thanks, also and especially, for all of your encouragement while I was studying!
 The camping trip was wonderful. The preparations were a bit crazy, taking most of Thursday. We, for example, had to set up our tent for the first time, which we did in the living room, vastly confusing the little cats.
Friday started out beautifully, sunny, not too hot. Coffeeboy and I set up our tent and went for a nice hike up hills, across streams, and through the woods. It felt so good to be out of doors, not studying, just enjoying the world in a way that I really don't do enough.
We cooked food on sticks over the campfire, ate plenty of s'mores, had some beer and wine, and enjoyed being with people who we don't get to see nearly enough. Saturday (Coffeeboy's birthday), we went on a short hike in the morning to Bash Bish Falls (which everyone kept calling Bish Bash Falls, for some reason), passing by an amazing set of cairns in the stream that ran down from the falls.
Saturday afternoon and evening it began to drizzle. Not a lot, but enough to make us rethink plans time and time again, and also explaining the lack of carefully-posed knitting pictures. Coffeeboy and I took another hike, protected from the rain by the tree cover above. In the evening, the former Girl Scouts in the group discovered that despite having done scouting on different coasts of the country, we shared more than cookies: we all had the same method of making tinfoil dinners and had all had the girly experience of making "sit-upons," or little pads we could tie around the waist so that when we sat down, we'd have something to "sit upon."
 The rain kept coming down, and I managed to snap a few fireside photos before we put up the umbrellas and deserted our lively campfire for a covered area with picnic tables.
Overnight, the rain really came down hard, thundering on the roof of our tent and its rain fly. I kept reaching out to touch the corners of the tent to see if it was wet. It wasn't. I'm not sure what this did except keep me awake and worried; if it had been wet, there wouldn't have been anything I could do about it, not when it was thundering and pouring out.
Sunday morning, wet, damp, and muggy, last night's rain dripping from the trees, we packed up our soggy campsite and headed for a nearby diner, where they seated the 11 of us in several booths and brought out heaping plates omelets, coffee, and pancakes. Happily fed, we got in our cars and headed home, tired but full of what, for me, were pleasant memories and a very fervent desire to go camping again.
I'll be taking some time over the next few days to work on the blog layout, design, etc. This post represents my first experiment with Flickr (as opposed to blogger's very slow photo uploader!), so let me know if things look amiss.
Yay! I took my first PhD (general/qual/comp) exam yesterday, and that one is over with! I feel pretty good about it, so long as that's understood within the parameters of "perfectionism is really going to hurt right now.") I took the full amount of time to do it (8 hrs) and nearly fell asleep during my congratulatory dinner with Coffeeboy last night. The room I was in was kind of cold, so my Charlotte's web shawl kept me nice and warm. All that typing seems to have taken its toll as my cyst is back - oh, well.
Today I slept in and then ran about town to get ready for a camping trip this weekned with Coffeeboy and his friends. He and one other guy are turning 29.999999 (repeating... i.e., 30) and so a bunch of our friends are gathering for camping up in upstate New York. I haven't done much camping in recent years, but as a kid, it was one of my favorite summer time activities. This time, it will be with knitting! And a cake, precariously packed in a cooler.
Now that exam #1 is done, I'll be taking a few days off to recuperate and, of course, to knit! Expect to hear more about that after I return on Sunday! Until then, have a wonderful weekend.
Yesterday I received my first knitblogging-related package: my prize for posting the 300th comment to Rose's blog! A skein of Trekking 104 and a pretty little card!
 I'm very excited because... I love this color! She was exactly right that the colors here are just perfect for me. (Look at all those blues! I'm swimming in blue happiness!) What she probably didn't know is that I already have a skein of that same Trekking yarn. Which just goes to show her good judgment in helping me to have more!
The presence of two skeins of Trekking leaves me with a conundrum: do I make two pairs of socks? Or do I make something else, like a shawl with variegated blues? I was initially planning to make a pair of Jaywalkers with this yarn. And, after about a day, the corner of my brain that carries on an ongoing thought-process about yarn and knitting has decided that I probably won't go for a shawl. It just feels like a sock yarn to me, for some reason. In fact, it's feeling like becoming a sock out of Nancy Bush's Knitting on the Road, though I haven't picked which pattern yet. (I'd love to, but then I might cast on, and really, I must resist until after Wednesday. And until after I have another FO.)
This is the joy (one of them, at least) of knitting: deciding what to knit with all the gorgeous yarn one has in one's stash (or that could be added to the stash; let's be honest here). I have a list of projects I'd like to make, and very obviously too little time in which to make them. I'm thinking (in that same knitting-related corner of the brain) about how I decide what to knit next, and I wonder: how do you decide? Gut? Intuition? Desire? Impulse? A long list of possible projects? The promise of a new technique? A to-die-for yarn that just calls out to you? A color? A season? A gift?
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