Archive for January, 2007

Madrona in 100 Words

Wake early on Thursday. Drive, drive, drive to Tacoma. Lose self in Marketplace, hello Blue Moon! Check into hotel room. Lunch with Bethany, dinner with Dad. Much more marketplace, hello Blue Moon (again). El Gaucho attacks, fall asleep drunk. Hooray, no hang over! AM Morphing Cables class with Fiona. Require nap, drive home. Drive, drive, drive to Tacoma again on Sunday. Plying for Colour in the morning. Lunch with the most awesome Jessica and friends. Three Wild Downs in the PM, fondle cashmere in non-legal ways. Run back to the marketplace, run back to class. Grab wheel, drive home.

This Lousy Tee-Shirt

The Madrona Winter Retreat was this past weekend in Tacoma. I have loads to post and talk about but for now I just wish Judith McKenzie-McCuin would adopt me.

Lupine Lace

lupine lace

Yarn: Blue Moon Fiber Arts Socks That Rock in Lupine Lace
Pattern: Evenlyn Clark’s Lupine Lace, available from Fiber Trends
Needles: US1 needles dug from the back of my stash

I’ve been on a finishing streak lately. These socks serve one purpose, to make my feet look neato during my spinning classes at the Madrona Winter Retreat next week. They also reminded me why I don’t knit socks for myself all that often. When you wear a size 42 euro shoe the last thing you can call socks knit at 8.5 stitches to the inch is quick.

Lullaby

Insomnia is a cruel mistress. She ranks up there with gravity, old age, and that bastard who created the thong. As I write this it is nearing 4:30 am and yours truely has had about five minutes of sleep. I’m not wuite sure what the problem is, only that it will be corrected on Tuesday with a call to my primary care provider and a subsequent prescription for some kind of sleep aid. Because really, this whole up-until-1am shit has got to stop.

I am often loathe to speak of any health issues here. It is putting a piece of myself up for display that I am not sure I’m ready to show off yet. After all, nothing screams attractive like a 27 year old woman who can’t fall asleep, stay asleep, and who has the raccoon eyes to prove it. There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t resent my son’s ability fall asleep the second he crawls into bed. Clearly this is a trait he inherited from his father. The only ones I seemed to of passed along are long, skinny feet and a shade of blonde hair that looks dirty even if it was just washed.

Perhaps this would all be a lot easier if I simply could switch my mind to “off” the second I hit the sheets. After all if that was the case it would keep me from posting at 4:30 in the morning.

Diamond Fantasy Scarf

diamond fantasy shawl

Yarn: Koigu KPPPM, colourway P335
Needles: Size five KnitPicks Options, 24″ length
Pattern: Sivia Harding’s Diamond Fantasy Scarf or Shawl

Look, I finished something!

A few notes. I did the pattern as written with the exception of the last two points. The pattern calls for 350 yards of yarn for the scarf size, I used under that. I probably have about 1/4 of a skein of the KPPPM left. The needles worked like a dream, the sharp tip on the Options needles is great for working the double decreases in the pattern. The icord bind off along the top edge works great for stabilizing the lace when worn and gives you a nice edge when blocking.

I have a skein of Blue Moon Fiber Arts lightweight Socks That Rock in a gold colour for this pattern again. It was dead simple to do and what isn’t there to like in a pattern that includes the directions “block severely.”

On Second Thought

Yeah, I think I can safely say that my ankle didn’t escape my hallway escapades without injury either. Bring on the ice packs, knitting, and all that reading for my IR class I should of done but haven’t yet. Seems I am going to be laid up on the couch for a few days.

Snap. Crackle. Plop.

I should preface this story by saying I have the grace of a bull in a China shop. I’d be the person who could fail a sobriety test while sober because of the inability to walk in a straight line. I can be barefoot and still trip over my own feet and have bad knees that will swell if you so much as utter the word ‘accident’ in their presence.

We’ve been working on cleaning up our room for the past week. My ability to wear the same eight items over and over loathing for folding had created an embarrassingly large pile of unfolded clothes in our bedroom. So while Misterpants spent his week at Chez Grandma I spent mine trying to deal with The Pile and its move into two new dressers.

Fast forward to last night. After spending two and half hours (and only one threat of divorce) putting together the first of the god-foresaken dressers we left it in the dining room and went to bed. The days was spent doing important things like saving the kid from the grasp of Grandma and putting tires on the car so yours truely doesn’t end up in a ditch with a blown tire. We get home, Misterpants is agreeable to helping clean, and we finally get around to moving the dresser into place and putting clothes away.

Somewhere along the line I ended up running down the hall for something. As I rounded the corner I twisted my ankle, slammed into the wall, and landed flat on my fat white ass. The ankle is fine, never mind the fact it was folded at a 90 degree angle. The knee however?

Red? Check.
Swollen? Of course.
Hurts like a sonnovabitch? You betcha.

Not to mention I am sure that bones aren’t supposed to grind like that. So now I am sitting, leg out, dopped on ibuprofen. I have chocolate cake to mend my bruised ego. In hindsight I now know that running in Dansko clogs may not be the smartest of things.

And the clothes? Folded? You’re kidding, right?

Like Magic, But Not

I’d spend several paragraphs waxing poetic about the wonders of blocking, however many others have done it before me. And really, do you really want to hear it all over again? I didn’t think so.

the amazing lace

Suffice to say, 45 minutes and 45 pins later, there is another finished object on the horizon.