Sometimes you just have to take a moment to sit in a small amount of awe:
Not because you did something particularly great, but because something really lovely came out of something so simple.
This is a very simple garter stitch shawl and the yarn does all of the work with the vertical and horizontal shading.
Someone knows how to blend some yarn.
The shawl was made with two different colors of yarn. The second color is sandwiched in the middle between the first color on either end.
Now, I know this particular yarn company is not very nice when dealing with charitable groups, especially when you consider how much money those groups spend making shawls for their groups – but there is nothing else like it for the money. It is an incredibly soft yarn with those variations that just seem to appear. I didn’t expect to see the colors there when I turned Kenya (the model) around. I also didn’t expect to see vertical stripes though it does make sense. And the colors just pop and are even better in person.
Sometimes we are too close to something to see the true spectrum of colors that exist within it.
Thank goodness Mr. Eastman and Mr. Kodak changed all that.
By all means, please drop snow at the end of March. It’s in like a lion and out like a lamb. It tell you, this is one angry piece of mutton.
I have today off as far as work goes so no working on newsletters or trying to find an agent to represent my book, and no writing on the other book, no taking or retaking photos. None of that today.
And no walk, either. So I will have to content myself with an indoor workout and then have a relatively easy day. I do have on my list to clean the living room today and you all know how much of an adventure that’s going to be. It could really count as my workout.
I am working on another shawl of beautifully variegated browns and golds. Almost done with it and of course I will show it to you. I may actually be in a shawl phase where I will make several of them. After all, prom is coming soon and the young ladies will need something light yet fashionable to place across their shoulders. This might be the time to whip some up for them to purchase.
It’s the least I can do for the next generation.
OK, so I went in search of a simple sock pattern. I just wanted to make a sock that looked like a sock because I shall not be defeated by the two sticks and some string that previously have been my partners and still remain a source of income. I could not possibly be out of sync with my passion. So I found a very simple pattern and started a sock before Joe and I had our date night. We went out, we ate, we came back and I finished the first sock….
Then I watched some T and V and worked on the shawl I have on my needles while watching some shows stored on the DVR….
and then about two in the morning I started the other sock. It is not unusual for me to stay up this late – in fact, I went to bed at about 4:30. But you don’t care about that, do you? You just want to know what the socks look like.
Well, they look like this:
These socks are made for a 2 or 3 year old. They are very small and very cute. But I have not yet claimed victory because they were knitted flat and I don’t like the seam so much because it’s designed to be right on the bottom of the foot which means I would have to do some steaming to flatten it out a little and make it more comfortable. Other than that though, I’d say I’ve made some progress, wouldn’t you?
OK, so the sock thing is bugging me.
Marilyn brought a book called Baby Feet to StitchCraft last night and there was a pattern for a pair of socks. You make seven pair and put them in a box and it’s called Socks In a Box, one pair of socks for every day of the week. And the darn things were soooooo cute. It was then the sock started laughing at me though it was five miles away sitting on the sofa.
I don’t think I’ve ever been the competitive sort. OK, that’s not entirely true. I have been known to be competitive, but only with myself. I won’t knock little old ladies down in a rush to get to the free samples in the drug store. (Unless it’s chocolate then, sorry Granny, but youth has its perks.)
But I have been known to get an idea in my head and work towards it. The single sock is laughing at me. I will not put a photo of it laughing at me, but I have looked at it and it looks like it’s having a giggle at me for not redoing it. Of course, I know I could unravel it and that would solve the problem, but I think it would come to me in a dream like I was Alison DuBois, the medium of all dead socks.
Death would be too good for the sock. I must make it swallow its own instep and shut up. I’m on the hunt for a simple sock pattern.
Sue and Karen were so excited about me entering the world of sock knitting – even Chuck was supportive.
Alas, it is a world not meant for me.
Here’s the sock.
It probably won’t have a mate.
I will say I am glad to have made it. But after it was done I was really, well, underwhelmed. I tried it on and it can stand a little adjustment and it was very warm, heck, it was even comfortable. But I didn’t have the same thrill I get when I finish a pair of mittens. And it looks nothing like the sock in the picture and I followed the directions (well, the third time I started over I finally understood them!)
It’s like an anklet boot. Or a sock that forgot to take its vitamins. It looks nothing like any sock I’ve ever seen anywhere.
That’s not why I won’t make it’s mate, though. I might be tempted again if I had the sock yarn or a thinner yarn and if I revised the pattern a little. But now that I’ve done this – the thrill is gone away.
Sorry Sue. Sorry Karen. I don’t know what to tell you. We’re still friends, eh? I won’t even completely close the door on making another sock sometime in the future – but it’s all done but the latching.
On the other hand: I like the way the spa cloths came out:
I will redo the photos for the site but I can’t wait to steam these. They will be uber soft. I am tempted to keep them for myself – but I can make some for myself. I can’t wait to try them out to see if they live up to the reputation.
I don’t even want to put up the photo of this work in progress because I think I would also have to add a photo of me eating humble pie, or crow, or whatever it is one eats when one…how to phrase it?
Changes one’s mind.
I swore up and down, in and out, that I would never, I mean never
make a sock.
I am knitting a sock.
I do not know how this happened. I was looking for another project to start and I was rifling through a little box of patterns and there was a pair of socks. I don’t have sock yarn (and I’m not too concerned about breaking that promise because the stuff is pricey.) I am using regular, worsted weight yarn – the pattern even calls for it. I looked through the pattern (I’ve owned it for years and never read it) and I said, it doesn’t seem that hard. Then I had a conversation with myself where I talked myself into giving it a shot. This must be a residual effect of the 101 fever that ravaged me for three days last week. The portion of my immune system adverse to sock making has been severely compromised.
I also recently saw the episode of Knitty-Gritty with Stephanie Pearl-McPhee where she said the thing that made not want to make socks (they are the only knitted item that if used the way it should will wear out. So the only reason to knit socks for someone is because you love them.) She then preceded to knit a pair on television.
I still hold true to the philosophy. I am knitting them to sell them at the craft sale or on line. I also happen to like socks under certain circumstances as going barefoot outside of my house is a complete no-no.
And darn it (forgive the pun) if the thing isn’t turning out like it’s supposed to. And I’m even enjoying it. I’ve even thought about making the other one when this one is done and having a pair of socks.
What’ s the world coming to when you can’t even stick relentlessly to a poorly thought out principle?
There is just no denying we love our craft. We all have family members who shake their heads because just about every time they see us, we have needles in our hands. And on those rare occasions when we don’t have needles, we have catalogs in our hands that have needles in them. We love our craft.
But, boy, we can get sick of a project.
Every project starts out with hope and gleeful anticipation. We see something in a picture, we grab those sticks and that string and we are going to make that picture come to full dimension reality. We start and race toward that finish line.
And sometimes it just gets boring.
We love it when we get to master a new pattern and it comes out looking just as it ought – and sometimes even better – we love it.
Except when we do it over and over
But we keep going because we know it’s the destination and not just the journey. Because we know that if it’s just boredom we should keep going because it’s a phase we knitters get to when we’re about done. It’s an interesting phenomenon that happens. We just want it over.
But the only way it’s truly over is when it gets done.
And when it’s done we end up:
On the coast of some place beautiful.
Worth the trip.
So I wrote Quin’s Mom and asked if Quin was interested in learning how to knit and I was upfront saying I had no knitting heir to keep the tradition going. She wrote back saying she did not know how to knit and her Mom knew how to knit but didn’t do it a great deal.
Then she said Quin was awed by taking on the responsibility of being the knitting heir and he was willing to learn how to knit. His grandmother (who lives in the area) will show him the basics and then the next time I see him later this year, I can show him more advanced techniques.
Of course this warms my heart and I know my little nephew. He will want to get this down just right and do the best job he can of it and it wouldn’t surprise me in the least if he were to be very good at it. I am controlling myself and not getting ahead of the game – it’s just he is a rather creative soul and he likes sports. I consider knitting to be a creative sport so I am hoping for the best.
I won’t see him for a while but I will let you know how this all pans out.
Sending out prayers to Natasha Richardson, Liam Neeson and all their family.
This is a very pretty sarong. It’s made of cotton – I think it’s the first time I’ve used it on a garment. I would show you a photo of Joe trying it on for me, but he’s threatened me with divorce or death, whichever one he can manage.
Don’t tell anyone, but I like working with yarn that is not acrylic. (I don’t think I will ever get over acrylic yarn because I’m so…thrifty…yes, thrifty.) But I have these novelty yarns because I was on a novelty yarn kick and now I’m knitting stuff up. It’s a new arena and I’m having fun.
I’m actually sick. I started feeling achy and congested a few days ago and now I’m freezing, even though it’s nearly 70 here today. I got the thermometer and as I placed it in my mouth, Joe said: “It’s gonna be normal.”
100 degrees is not normal.
I told him that. And what do you think he said?
“Take it again.” Like I’m a pair of dice. What keep rolling until I get the number you think I should have? Males. I tell you, it’s because of the Y Chromosome. It’s supposed to be an X and somehow it broke. That’s why they are the way they are.
Of course I love men and I think they’re terrific. But every once in a while…
You all have a great week!