When the weather is nice, we all wait on the deck for Neal to arrive home. Tilly is particularly watchful.
Any Tilly twins out there?
Writer. Editor. Teacher. Maker.
…you know the rest. It really was just an idea to test yarn fibers. At the Swap. Yes, it needs a capital letter. The Scissorinis (I’m being considerate of Ryan) know a thing or two about a swap. Need evidence?
(from left) Anne, my hero for making me Scout’s fabu veggie baked ziti (thanks, Anne!), Susie, my girlie from back in the music biz days, Jessica, and Ryan.
That’s a lot of yarn. Big decisions needed to be made. That was just the start, though. There was a second swap for notions and books, and a third swap for single skeins of yarn.
The food was amazing, and Jennie was a gracious hostess, opening her lovely home to all sorts of deviant yarn-inspired behavior. Such as this.
Yes, it’s a sheep. Hanging by a string. To see what happened, head over to Sarah’s.
Go ahead, I’ll wait.
After Christine took the final mighty swing, there was a frenzy for candy of notions. I’ll admit, the sugar rush from the candy was perfect for my drive home.
Thank you so much to Jennie and the other Hat City Scissor Squad members for the hospitality. They remind me so much of my ol’ Abq SnB. I had a blast hanging out with everyone, loved that I finally met Christine in person, and was SO happy to see my old friend Susie again…it had been too long, and I’m glad to have reconnected with her.
Wanna see my loot? I thought so.
A stitch dictionary from Susie, Ann Budd’s Book of Sweater Patterns (was that yours, Christine?), and one of my most favorite treasures from the table, a 1941 How-To book from Laura’s grandmother.
This lovelies are silk cocoons. Sarah brought them, and I just adore them. I’ve looked online to learn how to spin them, but haven’t found good directions yet, so if anyone can point the way, I’d appreciate it.
There was a goody bag, too, as if all this bounty weren’t enough, and it included candy and a candle and a cd with knitting and drinking songs.
My advice? If you’re ANYWHERE near Danbury, make an effort to hang out with the Squad. You won’t regret it!
Thank you for all of the thoughtful comments about the future of knitting.
My brother’s mother-in-law passed away last week, and yesterday we attended her wake and funeral. I didn’t really know her, so my being there was in no way for my mourning, but completely for my sister-in-law and brother and their kids. I became emotional at the sight of their grief; we probably all empathize with grief. My niece, a lovely 19-year-old college sophomore, gave a eulogy for her grandmother. I was moved by the sweetness of her comments, but also at the sight of her looking like an adult, dealing with adult emotions. I was proud of her. I know it is not easy to get up in front of a crowd when you are sad (I eulogized my Gram at her funeral). She did it with grace and dignity, and I’m sure her comments were a comfort to those who knew and loved her grandmother.
There was a fun part of yesterday, but I wanted to post about this first. And maybe finish another class’s papers. Then I’ll show you some pictures.
It’s a rainy late summer day in New England. Maddie, recently aware of her twin and also somewhat naughty when I left the house for an hour (shhh…we put the stuffing back in the sofa. Don’t tell Neal.), is draped over my legs. All is right in my world.
I realized I have the yarn already for my Dream Sweater. There’s this pile of Manos in my stash that was first destined to be a cape. Then it was carried along in the Stripes are Stars v-neck that’s now in the frog pond. I added up yardage, and I only needed two more skeins. A perfect yarn, nearly enough yardage, and my LYS had the same color. I can handle different dye lots. I’ll alternate rows.
I’ll do a gauge swatch tonight (yes, Lauren, I’m going to make a swatch for a change!). Does anyone think there is a chance in Hades that the world’s slowest knitter, if she applies herself, could wear an actual sweater (collective gasp) to Rhinebeck?
While you ponder that question, I’m going to think about Lolly’s post today about the article in Publishers Weekly. My understanding is that the article asks the question "is knitting a trend that is going to go away?" and "What is the future for knitting books?"
I think that one of the reasons knitting (along with the related crafts such as spinning, crochet, needle felting…well, you know what they are) has become so popular is its appeal to a varied demographic. Age, income, educational background don’t matter too much when you knit. I’ve taught a five-year old to knit, as well as women in their 40s, and I was taught by women who were grandmothers. I learn from women of all ages, still. Get this, too: my neice, at 8, showed her mother how to cast off when she (her mother) wasn’t sure she knew how.
There are yarns and needles in all sorts of price ranges, too. When I’m broke, I can pick up a skein of Sugar and Cream and knit up a few bibs. When I’m flush, well. There’s that cashmere from Rome that I’m still glad I paid too much for!
As far as education? As Dave once wrote to me, our anscestors knit stuff and didn’t have patterns. You don’t need two graduate degrees to knit, although I will say that I’ve enjoyed the pleasure of some pretty smart and wise women while knitting.
Which brings me to the heart of it. Before I saw Scout’s sign for the Albuquerque SnB at Village Wools, I knit alone. Often, back when I first learned and was married to a musician, I would knit in clubs and coffeehouses, but I was the only knitter. As a writer, I spend enough time in isolation to make me crave good company, and upon moving to NM, I was eager to make some friends outside of the University.
So I went. I knit. And for the first time in my life, I had a different relationship with women. I don’t know if I can do it justice. I mean, sure, there are the friendships I’ve made throughout life that endure and are precious to me. But I don’t always get to see those friends often enough. Each week, our group of women met, laughed, shared stories, taught each other new techniques. They made me feel like I was supported, part of a sisterhood.
I think that’s why knitting will endure. I think that’s why there are so many knitting blogs. We humans crave community. There are lots of places to find it, but through knitting, not only can we express creativity, challenge ourselves (or not), do good, spread love, but we also just plain have fun. There’s a lot of dark bad things in the world. Knitting comforts me. Making stuff comforts me, and always has. Making stuff with other people keeps me hopeful and optimistic.
So what is the future of our craft? I’m amazed at the improvements I’ve made in my knitting in just one year. If Scout and Carole hadn’t insisted that I learn English knitting in order to have a chance at avoiding 0000’s for sock knitting, I don’t think I’d have the same pleasure in the things I’ve been creating. No matter how skilled a knitter is, there is always more to learn, which makes me suspect knitting will be around for a good long while.
Lolly mentions Handknit Holidays. It’s a beautiful book, and one of my favorite things about it is that I can select projects that are at my skill level, or I can challenge myself with something more complicated. I hope the more knitting books do the same. I like very much, too, Knitting Rules for its knitting "recipes", which allow me a strong base for any desire I have to experiment in my knitting or to explore design. That’s what I’d like more of in knitting books–options. Show me an item, then show me how to customize it. I’ll buy that book in a second.
What do you think about these questions? Visit Lolly, read the article, join the conversation. It’s a fascinating one.
Maddie (and yes, she’s sticking out her tongue) has a twin. Go look.
Maddie is a mutt of unknown parenting. She was an orphan. She couldn’t tell me who her mom and dad were. The vet figured on a border collie, and I’ve added about every dog to the mix. She’s all nose like a beagle. There’s something about her that resembles a giant rat terrier. Ok, she’s just a mutt, but I was so tickled (I actually teared up) to see another dog that looks JUST like my girl.
Maddie is tucked into the chair next to me. Her body when she’s on her side is just the right height for me to use her as an armrest, which makes typing more comfortable for me. Despite the fact that she puked up her entire dinner while I was knitting with my girlie Cae, (yup, she’s a pukey dog. Maybe the fact that she scarfs her food after practically hyperventilating from excitement about getting it has something to do with it) she (Maddie, just for pronoun clarity) is very stinky. I’ll be blunt. She’s farting up a storm. But I love her, so I won’t make her get off the chair. And she does make a great armrest.
As the excitement for Rhinebeck grows throughout Blogland, I’ve learned (fiber festival newbie that I am) that proper form is to wear something one has knit to Rhinebeck. Since my socks probably wouldn’t impress anyone (ok, I’m not out to impress, but who would notice them unless I keep doing high kicks?), I’m going to finish my very pink Clapotis. I’m not as crazy about the yarn as when I bought it last year, but maybe once I’m done and wearing it with a black turtleneck I’ll like the yarn once more. I can tell you one thing: I love dropping stitches when I’m meant to. It’s rocking my world right now.
I had a good teaching day today. It was one of those days when my lesson got even better because of what started as my giving background about Aristotle as I defined ethos, pathos, and logos (are you having Freshmen English nightmares? I may teach dull stuff, but I’m passionate about it. And I wear cute shoes.) turned into a way to better explain the terms. I’m not being as clear as I could, but my point is that something unplanned turned into that really special light in my students’ eyes. If you’re a teacher, you know what I mean.
It’s been done for a while, but I finally snapped a picture of my Think Pink spiral scarf. I used Cascade’s Bollicine Etoile in pink, of course. This was a quick knit, although I used larger needles than the pattern called for, which meant I had to buy a second skein to finish up the almost never-ending bind off. This yarn is so soft, and I"m sure I"ll use it again for another scarf.
Now I need your opinion. I’ve (maybe) finished up my Funky Scarf for the Swap. I crocheted a hair pin lace panel using Debbie Bliss Cashmerino and then did some more crochet in a juicy (there’s a hint if you’re my swap pal!) alchemy yarn. I like the length of the scarf, and I think it’s pretty cool (I’d wear it!), but I wonder about adding a final, more subdued edging. I have more of the cashmerino, and I also have a beautiful beige with gold flecked yarn. What do you all think?
I’m off to sew some goody bag treats for the Scissorina’s yarn swap!
Please take a moment today to do a small act of service and kindness in memory of our tragedy.
Contact an old friend.
Tell someone you often take for granted just how much they mean to you.
Hold a door for a person struggling with grocery bags.
Let someone share a memory with you.
Thanks.
That happen to anyone else?
I’ve been fiddling around with my Comprehensive Exam essay for far too long. I trashed it all to start from scratch. Now I think I’m just afraid of finishing, of not being an MFA student anymore, not being able to call on my teachers to tell me how to fix my problems (writing problems, that is), so I’m procrastinating. But I really do want to be done with the program. I’m tired of school, at least for now. See the conflicting feelings? So if I just keep scrapping things, I don’t have to focus and finish and deal with internal conflicts.
But my life is not all battles inside my head. Yesterday I decided to play with yarn I purchased in the spring from Noelle and see how it would work for the Loop d Loop paisley carpet bag that I’ve been admiring. Well. I love the yarn, and I love the bag, but I don’t like knitting the yarn into that particular bag. I really think the 54 paisleys that I have to make would look better in a more evenly-spun yarn. The shape gets effed up (at least to me) where the yarn changes from thick to thin. So I’m going to try it in some of the Fiesta Yarns silk that I’ve been hording for almost two years. What to do with the fantastic yarn from Noelle? Luckily, there is another bag that rocks my world: the Counterpane Purse in Handknit Holidays. I think it will look fabu in these luscious yarns.
I’m watching the farewell show for That 70’s Show. I don’t like much tv, but during last winter break as I knit Christmas gifts for hours on end while Neal was at work, I watched a marathon of this show. I kept wanting to turn it off because I’m snobby that way about entertainment (I’m woman enough to admit it), but the show kept me laughing. I don’t go out of my way for it, but I never turn it off if I stumble across it.
We spent yesterday scrubbing the house and today I am just loving being home. It feels so good to be in a smells-like-Murphies Oil-and-bleach-with-hardly-any-dog-hair-anywhere house.
I baked a peach crisp on Friday and today I baked apple cake. Fall is on its way, and I’m loving my urge to nest and nurture.
Interested in knitting content? Ok, ok.
The Scissorina’s yarn swap is in two weeks, so I went through my yarn stash today and pulled out about six skeins of good stuff that I’m just not likely to use any time in the future. There are rumors of goody bags at this swap. What’s better than a crafty goody bag?
I also pulled together some yarns for my muff (stop it, Mona) for the muff-along. I’m going to use a soft alpaca for the lining, my first handspun (from my class at Village Wools) and a variety of pink yarns.
There were a few funky yarns in there that may work out for my Funky Scarf Swap. Here’s a hint about what I’m doing: hairpin lace.
Finally. A Bitchin’ Mitten confession: I’m not going to have a pair. I had an idea; it’s actually a cool idea. I never started them, though, and I won’t make excuses here. That doesn’t mean I won’t make the mittens I planned, though. Someday.
Ok, I’m done being random for now. I’m off to play with yarn.