Saturday, April 29, 2006

Whee! They are done!

She finished them!


These are the Frog Socks that Meg made, so named because they were inspired by this:


The resemblance is striking.

In other news, I finally finished these for Meg:


Cat Bordhi's Leaf and Tendril socks are done! My second venture into knitting toe-up socks proved slightly more enjoyable than the first, but I still prefer cuff-downs.


A married pair of happy feet!

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

This alpaca walks into a cafe

The Fool went off to his usual meeting with the Britches last night, while I was at a swing guitar class and short bellydancing rehearsal. When we reconvened chez Sock Knitters, he said,
"Get this! One of the new guys who came tonight said, 'I have this whole load of alpaca fleece and I don't know what to do with it. Do you know anyone who uses that kind of thing?'"
(Apparently the guy's family raises alpacas, or the guy was raised by alpacas, or the guy is an alpaca ... whatever. The Fool was sort of gabbling at me and it was late.)
So my husband leapt from his seat at the Argo Tea Cafe, upending his plate of quiche and, sock swatch flying, flung his hands wide and shouted, "Me, me, give it to me! All the alpaca is belonging to meeeeeee!!!!"
Actually, he twitched a little bit in fiberly anticipation and said, with amazing restraint, "Well, I spin a little and could probably make you some yarn. Maybe."

(Expect more alpaca news shortly. We're thinking about daytripping to Madison on Sunday for an alpaca festival. J. likes them because he can trade styling tips with the alpacas about what to do with curly hair. I like them because they are related to llamas -- and I adore llamas.)

Oh, yeah. Knitting blog.
I'm knitting socks. I cast on three pairs in some kind of rite-of-spring knitting orgy. Totally breaks my "one pair at a time" rule.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Now that the word is out

... that we took Dolores and Franklin on a trip to the country ... let me simply say that (astounding husbandly blindness re: my hair aside) ... taking two guys who spin to The Fold is kind of like traveling with two small children who say "Poop!" and then elbow each other with hilarity.
Except with spinners, they say, "Orifice hook!" and then they grin.

Monday, April 17, 2006

Sunday morning....

... I have this conversation.
ME (to FOOL): So, were you ever going to notice that I got my hair cut Friday?
FOOL: (startled glance) Um, wow. You did. It looks nice.
ME: You didn't notice at all, did you?
FOOL: Well, I didn't really see you yesterday.
ME: We spent nearly the whole day together.
FOOL: But I wasn't looking at you.
ME: ???
FOOL: Well, I got in late Friday night and you were sleeping and it was dark, so I didn't see you then. Then on Saturday, we got up, but Franklin came over and I was driving, so I was looking at the road. Then we got to The Fold and, well ...
ME: You had all the yarn and roving to look at.
FOOL: Exactly! But your hair looks nice. Really.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Fiesta Feet Sock(s)



Pattern: Fiesta Feet by Lucy Neatby
Needles: 2 24" US 1 Addi Turbos
Yarn: Some purple Wildfoot and scraps of variegated yarn from 4 different balls
Special Technique: Knitting a sock which requires thought for every stitch
Started: October-ish, 2005
Completed: March 16, 2006
Recipient: Meg... if I ever find the other one

I was going to wait until I found the second sock in the pair, but as it's been nearly a month since they've been finished, I have to take a picture of something. It was a fun knit, though definitely an intense experience.

My favorite part was either the heel...


Or the top of the foot.


The variegated scraps combined up quite well. You can hardly tell they all came from different yarns.

I've decided that I won't be knitting any more sideway garter stitch cuffs. Sorry, Lucy, as I know it's sort of your trademark and all that, but it just doesn't seem particularly worth all of the fuss. The flower thing on the foot is pretty nifty, however. As is the bumpy honeycomb heel.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Elizabeth Kubler-Ross was a knitter

She had to have been.

Denial
I finished knitting Eris over the weekend.
While I was knitting it - mind you, this was several weeks ago that this occurred to me - it seemed like the sleeves were ... not right. Not wrong, but not right.
"Wrong" means I've clearly made some kind of bad mistake that needs frogging to fix.
"Not right" means maybe I'm just looking at them from an unusual angle, or perhaps the light is not so good, or maybe (and this was the Fool's suggestion), the piece needs blocking.
Right. Blocking.
But I kept knitting, because deep inside, I have this idea that knitting projects, sewing projects, etc., are like little living creatures. Which, say, catch colds sometimes. And colds will go away by themselves if you leave them alone.
Then I finished the first sleeve and decided to try the sweater on.
The sleeve was wrong.
So I knitted the second one!

Depression
I tried the sweater on right after I finished it.
It fits great! Especially as my right arm has always been a couple inches shorter than my left one. I also like my sweater sleeves to end above my wrists, all the better to show off my lovely watch, which I got at Target.
And did I mention that I have amazingly twig-like arms, especially when compared to my overall physique, which -- well, the only part of a tree I might be compared to at all is the trunk, and not the itsy-bitsy skinny twiggy branches.
Also, I don't like a lot of room in the armpits. Constriction is where it's at for me.

Bargaining
Well, maybe if I block it?

Anger
Dammit. Hell and damnation. Dammit.


Sigh.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Plying Success


I'm very happy with this skein. It's not quite my first skein off the spinning wheel, but it's definitely the nicest so far. For my previous attempt, I overspun one of the singles by a long shot, so the skein looks really mangy. This, however, looks nice and balanced. I'm quite happy I've finally figured out plying satisfactorily.

You might be wondering why I haven't taken any pictures of the Fiesta Feet socks yet. Well, I can't find one of them. Hopefully it will turn up soon so that I can take their picture. Perhaps the one is simply camera shy.


The cats were in this pose this afternoon, with Mab's back leg thrown over Spoot's back. I guess they found it really comfortable.


This was a shot from Pigtown Fling, a huge contra dance weekend in Covington, Kentucky. It was so much fun I can't even begin to describe it, nor can I really tell you what exactly contra dance is. All I can tell you is to go find your local contra dance and give it a try if you haven't already. No previous experience or classes needed!

Monday, April 03, 2006

In which our heroine visits the state of Indiana

And attends a gourd show, which is actually just like a sheep and wool festival, except there are gourds and no sheep. Or wool. There are, however, lots of people nutty over something that makes coworkers raise an eyebrow and defies explanation to a certain category of acquaintance.

"You went to a what this weekend? What do you do there? Oh. You mean there's hundreds of people all interested in ... oh. And you ... oh. I see. It sounds, um, nice." We've all had that conversation, haven't we?

The Fool opted to stay home and ply with his curvaceous companion Friday night while I went to the Indiana Gourd Show with my friend, Janice. She doesn't knit (yet). We hadn't been to the gourd show for a couple of years, so it was nice to get back to Kokomo, Ind. for a short visit. We invited the Fool, and Janice's husband, too, but oddly, neither seemed very excited about going.

Not that I blame them. Kokomo is pretty boring. The gourd show is the only thing in town as far as we are concerned.

It's at the local civic center/ car museum/ convention center. The parking lot is full of gourd vendors selling dried gourds, and inside, there are more gourd vendors selling more gourds, naked and ornamented, materials to ornament gourds and books on gourd crafting techniques.

There are musical performances (senior citizens' big band, bluegrass ensembles, old-time ensembles, gourd music bands - you know, the kind of music one expects at a gourd show.)

There are concessions (many kinds of fine encased meats) and there are classes.

This is a view of the naked gourd competition.

Janice and I signed up for a bunch of classes, because, really, you walk around, chat with some vendors, look at the art submitted for the gourd art contest, and that's the show. We initially misread the schedule and showed up at 5 p.m. Friday for what we thought was a 7-10 p.m. class. It wasn't. Gourders apparently enjoy greeting the sunrise with a cheerful song or some crap like that, because we were 10 hours late.

No worries. We talked our way into another class Saturday morning. At 7 a.m. I blame Janice.

She took a class where she painted attractive flowers on a gourd birdhouse, because she can draw and is An Artist.

I stuck to things like basketweaving because I can't draw, but weaving makes sense.

By the end of the day Saturday, I was finished. I was tired, I was sick of soaking reeds and wrestling with cane and getting splinters and I had stabbed my thumb with what I thought was a harmless tapestry needle. It was pointy. I bled.

It was a relief to get back in the car and handle my nice soft knitting with dull needles. Lovely. I finished a frog sock with orange toes. The Fool is overjoyed.

These are two gourd baskets we completed in our second class. Mine is in front, Janice's is in the back.
















I thought this objet was especially amusing ... one finds fun fur in the weirdest places these days.

Spoot also likes gourd craft (ooh, ooh, obligatory cat photo!) She is investigating a gourd with Danish coiling along the rim that I need to finish. Thanks to the Fool, the gourd also has dried catnip inside. I had to put this one up on top of the TV when we went to bed.

So that's how I spent part of the weekend. More to come on the yarn the Fool plied, as well as the frog sock.